Billie Eilish imagines

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

Your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend, she be calling me telling bout you, how you ain't hitting like your supposed to hit it. Your slipping I think it's time I slip in dawg. - girlfriend by heavyweight.

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"Again Anyra?"

My hands found its place on my shoes as I fiddled with the shoelaces.

"Yes. I'm just starting to think he doesn't like my body. Whenever we do do it he puts in no effort whatsoever. He does the right things just not in the right ways."

I hear her sharp laugh emit the phone.

I groan and she apologized immediately.

"I'm sorry but, what the hell? First off you have a beautiful body love second, You needs to get you the right dick cuz obviously his ain't doing enough for you."

My lips formed in a snarl as I talked to her through the device.

"Shut up billie."

"Do you want me to come over again?"

A smile pecked my face as I bit my thumb hang nail.

"Sure bils. I'll see you in a bit."

"Alright I love you!"

My heart twisted in joy, why? Don't ask me.

"I love you too!"

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Billies pov

My hand rammed at the door in our secret knock.

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One two three

One two

One two

One two three

The door burst open immediately to a smiley Anyra.

Her smiles so gorgeous

I opened my arms as she collapsed in them.

She raised and gripped my hand leading me to her living room.

"Is he here?"

She tutted her lips in disgust.

"Hellll nooo, in fact. He's just not doing it for me anymore. I mean I still love him, but-"

"That sexual connection isn't there."

She nodded and agreed to me finishing her ordain sentence.

"Like, I wish I had a open relationship. Then I could have sex with no strings attached and come back home to love him. Like I usually do."

I widened my eyes at her confession.