Billie Eilish Imagines

Insecure*

"Hey, love." Billie walks into her bedroom where I've been waiting for the past half hour for her to get home.

"Y/n! Hi, baby." My girlfriend throws her body on top of mine, laid on her neatly made bed. Her head tucks itself into the crook of my neck as she mumbles into my skin. "Me and Finneas just finished another song." A smile plays on my lips, "Yeah? i can't wait to hear it, pretty." she hums against me

Several moments of silence take over her room. That's quite unusual as Billie is usually quite talkative, especially when coming back from recording. There's something up. "Bil?"

"Hm?" her mumbles tickle the soft skin of my neck, "whats up?"

Knowing i won't let it go until she tells me, immediately she sighs and pushes herself, using her hands on my chest, to sit upright on my thighs. Lovingly, my hands rest against her thighs splayed horizonally across mine. Straighaway, her fingers come down to play with mine.

"So..." Billie glares down at our hands as she starts to talk, i remain patient, knowing she sometimes struggles to communicate. "...you know how with sex, its always been me touching you?"

"mhm."

"And - and that's not your fault at all - you did ask to touch me, and i said no - you were just doing what i wanted." I note how her statements come out rushed and messy, as though she's afraid im going to start arguing with her for simply stating the pleasure imbalance. "I want you to touch me, but I'm.."

My eyebrows are pulled together in worry as her voice breaks ever so slightly, and she loudly exhales. "...im so insecure - i can't bring myself to look at my body- nevermind have someone else look."

When she finishes speaking, i give her a second to recollect herself before placing the pad of my index and middle finger under her chin, lifting her face until her eyes meet mine. It hurts that she's insecure because, in my eyes, there's absolutely nothing to be insecure about. She's so unbelievably perfect.

"My baby, im so sorry you feel that way. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, then you'd realise how beautiful you really are-" a gentle kiss is placed against her lips before i continue "- as for sex, if you would like for me to touch you, i can make you as comfortable as possible and i promise you your insecurities will be the last thing on your mind..." My fingers trail along her jawline slowly. "...if you want to try, im up for trying. If you don't, then that's also okay."

"i want to." her immediate response catches me off guard, but i smile regardless. "Okay. Stand up, baby."

I help her climb off of me and stand at the side of her own bed. My body turns so im sat on the edge, with her perfect body in front of me. "I'll go slow, okay?" Billie looks down at me through hoodied eyes as she nods, her hands reaching into my hair, playing with the strands nervously.

My hands run across the hem of her Hit Me Hard And Soft t-shirt, before i slowly lift the shirt over her head, revealing her black lace bra and beautiful torso. Immediately, her hands come up to cover her stomach, to which i reach up and gently tug them away, replacing their grasp with kisses. My lips scatter their gentle touch across her stomach and lower abdomen. "Beautiful girl." I mumble against the soft skin of her upper half. "it tickles." Cute giggles are heard from above me, to which i lightly smile.

I sit back up straight as my fingers trail up her back, unhooking her dark bra. Billie slides the article of clothing down her arms and tosses it aside. Her perfectly shaped boobs are on show to me. Just as before, her arms inertly come up to cover the newly exposed skin, and just as before, i pull them away gently.

My eyes keep in contact with hers as i lean up to capture her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened skin. "mmm- y/n." The hoodedness of my eyes just about allow me to capture her head being thrown back slowly as i switch to the other nipple, repeating my mensurations.