billie eilish imagines

helping hand*

billie sub;  g!p

billie pov:

"i miss you, when are you gonna be back?"  i asked, sighing heavily into the phone. i heard y/n chuckle lightly over the sound of traffic in the background..
"in a little over an hour, my love." she told me.
"okay," i mumbled. she let out a long breath, and turned her attention to the road. "i love you."
"i love you too, angel. i'll see you soon. don't do anything until i come home, okay?" she smiled knowingly. i groaned, shooting her a glare before hanging up the facetime call.

y/n had to go on a business trip, just a few hours north of california. i hated being away from y/n, but in the end we were both used to it, especially considering my job as an artist, and the  continuous touring that came with it.

i tossed my phone somewhere on the bed and rolled onto my back. even though y/n was gone for just a few days, every hour away from her felt like an eternity. especially since she prohibited me from touching myself while she was away. i let out a sound of frustration before getting up and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

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i stepped out of the bathroom, and came into the bedroom, going into my closet to pick out a change of clothes. i rummaged through my drawers, before pulling out a pair of black boxers and a large t-shirt. i got dressed, my hair still damp, before climbing back into the bed and leaning against the headboard. i picked up my phone to check the time. i still had a lot of time until y/n came back and with the pace my mind was racing with thoughts of her, i couldn't help but start to feel a little restricted in these boxers. i looked down at my lap, noticing my growing erection.
"shit," i muttered, cupping my length through the fabric, concealing my hard on from no one in particular.

perhaps if i just...

my hand slipped into my boxers, and wrapped around my cock. a huge sigh of relief escaped my mouth. my phone slipped from my hand, landing next to me on the sheets. i disregarded it, using my now free hand to pull my underwear down to my thighs.
vivid images of y/n filled my mind, as i helplessly stroked myself, wishing my hand was hers instead.
"fuck, y/n..." i moaned. i spat onto my hand, before going back to stroke myself, the spit and precum leaking from my tip acting as lubricant. my hand glided up and down my cock easily, earning a desperate whine from me. i squeezed my eyes shut as pleasure took over me "wish you were here baby, shit. need to fuck that tight little pussy of yours so bad, y/n."

"yea, you think so?" a warm, all too familiar voice asked. my eyes shot open, hands frantically going to pull my boxers back up.

'what?!? y/n- i swear i-" i started getting up, but she walked over and pushed me back onto the mattress.

"need a hand, bil? she cooed, crawling over to me and straddling my legs. still in shock at her sudden appearance, i looked up at her.
"y/n, i thought you'd be back later, and i could stop thinking about you-"
"you're so cute," she laughed, cupping my face with her palms.
"huh-" i started.
"i took a shortcut angel. i couldn't wait to see you..." her hands moved down my neck, trailing down my sides, right before landing on my outer thighs. her thumbs hooked into my waistband, sliding my boxers back down. i lifted my hips to help her swiftly get them completely off. she watched hungrily as my cock sprung up, before wrapping her hand around it. i groaned, throwing my head back in pleasure, as she started to jack me off, slowly and steadily. her lips hovered over mine, her warm breath fanning my face. i leaned up ever so slightly, capturing her lips in a sweet and desperate kiss. she squeezed her hand around my length, her thumb running over the slit of my tip. a jolt of pleasure rushed through my body, as i whimpered loudly. she swallowed all my sweet sounds, never disconnecting our lips even as i struggled to kiss back.