🌟bILLIE eILISH smut 🌟

3 months in | LEAVE HER | Pt.2 (b.e.)

While Y/N ate her breakfast, billie stole a few bites here and there since she was the one who cooked it.

Y/N's POV

"So... uhm, I need to speak to you..."

I avert my eyes from my breakfast to see Billie looking at me with a frown.

"Oh, yes, fiancé?"

She smiled brightly but then she slowly lost it. "What's wrong, bils?"

I sat up slightly, Billie sighed and sat up as well.

"We need to talk about some serious shit before you are sure you want to marry me and be with me for ever."

I frown and let the cover fall to my stomach, exposing my boobs with hickeys all over them. I carefully move my tray onto the nightstand, and gulp the small amount of tea left down.

I place the empty glass on the side as well and give Billie her orange juice since she loves it more than I do. Billie took it from my hands carefully, and turned her body slightly so she could securely put the plastic cup on her nightstand.

(not true, I adore orange juice but whuteva)

"Can I wear your hoodie before though? surely it can't be that bad..."

Billie cringed to herself before standing up naked. She had took that robe off ages ago now.

"Oh wow, it's kinda sore down there. Think we fucked too hard..." billie jokes before yawning and walks as if she isn't naked.

She's finally starting to feel comfortable with herself and her body. I'm so happy.

"Catch!" Billie exclaims while throwing me the hoodie she wore la at night. I smile and catch it before slipping it on.

"You look cute," Billie tells me once I cuddle back into the blanket.

"Thanks... anyway, what's wrong?"

Billie stares at me, almost as if she were looking right into my soul. This stare was now her infamous guilty stare.

She did this stare when she had something that was so terrible to say, to the point where the guilt had made her completely speechless.

"I did. . . I did this thing." Billie mumbles, staring deeply into my eyes. I noticed her eyes were staring to water. She climbed on top of me and stuffed her face into the crook of my neck.

Soon enough, Billie's muffled sobs filled my ears. I furrow my brows, wrapping my arms around her shaking, sobbing body. The cries were so loud and they sounded like she had just gotten heartbroken.

It confused me -- a lot.

"Baby, I. . ."

"Stop. . . Don't, just l-let me--"

Billie started sobbing and shaking even harder and louder.

I don't know what to do. What did she do that was so bad? So bad to the point where she shook like she was being tased, all from crying?