content warning: this imagine contains sexually explicit material. if you are under the age of eighteen, please refrain from reading.
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third person pov:
y/n pulls her car into the garage, turns the engine off and slumps forward onto the steering wheel, drawing a deep breath in and letting out a long extensive sigh.
it was nearly half past ten in the pm and she had just arrived home after working over her hours for the twelfth day in a row.
y/n had been running on a maximum of three hours of sleep per night, a copious amount of coffee and energy drinks, and painkillers to dismiss the reoccurring dull headache at the base of her skull.
y/n kicks off her four inch heels at the front door, the consistent wearing of them had caused blisters to form.
at the sound of y/n's arrival, billies head whips around and y/n sees the face that she had been missing since she left at six am that morning.
"i'm gonna actually murder your boss for making you work so late, this is fucking ridiculous" billie huffs.
y/n's boss was an asshole. the short, smug looking type with unnaturally white teeth, a comb over that was slathered with an excessive amount of hair gel and an overpowering cologne that was offensive to the nose. y/n hated him, she had lost count of how many times she had imagined herself punching him in the face.
y/n hangs her head in exhaustion as her girlfriend jumps over the back of the couch, making her way to her.
billie reaches for y/n, gently taking her hips and pushing their bodies together into a hug.
y/n's work attire had always turned billie on.
the sheer white button up blouse, the black pencil skirt with the small slit up the side that was so snug it showcased y/n's curves and ass perfectly, the black fishnet tights paired with the shiny black heels, the low slicked back bun and the deep shade of red lipstick that was applied so neatly to her full lips.
on y/n's first day at her job she had been late because billie had seen y/n in her uniform for the first time and couldn't keep her hands to herself, therefore that had let to them screwing on the kitchen counter.
y/n was burnt out, she was practically limp in billies arms.
with y/n working so much , they barely had time to themselves anymore. billie had hopelessly tried to get some sort of sexual touch in somewhere but y/n was always too fatigued to engage in anything and billie respected that.
"you know what, you're gonna call in sick tomorrow and tonight i'm gonna take care of you" billie gently demands, tucking a stray strand of hair, that had escaped from y/n's tidy hairdo, back behind her ear.
"i can't just-"
"yes you can and you're going to. i want my girlfriend back" billie interrupts y/n, her tone soft so she doesn't come across too harsh.
y/n just complies and nods her head.
she was far too shattered to argue with billie and besides, there was no point in even trying, billie always won because y/n couldn't help but be submissive to her and they both liked that.
"i'm so drained billie" y/n groans, looking up at her girlfriend, her eyes accompanied by dark circles.
"i know baby, i know" billie comforts y/n, placing a gentle kiss onto her cheek.
