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 flicks aimlessly through the television channels, finding nothing that intrigues her tedious mind.
billie was working from home and had strictly instructed y/n not to distract her, or there would be consequences.
she had been left to her own devices, but now she had run out of ways to entertain herself, and she was in dire need of a particular kind of fun.
the temptation of playing with herself is profound, and just the thought of billie catching her in the act makes her squirm and squeeze her legs together in desperation.
however, she much preferred having her girlfriend's fingers relentlessly plunging in and out of her tight cunt. fucking her so deliciously, making her moan and cum over and over again.
she needs billie, and she needs her now.
y/n turns off the television, discarding the remote on the couch next to her before tip-toeing upstairs towards billie's office.
without knocking, y/n abruptly pushes open the door and is met with her agitated girlfriend, who appears to be in the middle of a heated phone call.
billie does not do so much as bat an eye at her entrance; y/n can feel her irritation coursing through her veins.
being ignored only encourages her to misbehave, and that is exactly what she intends on doing.
as dramatically as she possibly can, y/n throws herself into billie's leather armchair, still earning no acknowledgement from the dark-haired girl.
y/n's devious eyes track billie attentively as she paces back and forth with her phone pressed to her ear, her unchaste desires blooming as she listens to whoever is on the other end of billie's call become increasingly louder.
"that's your fuck up, not mine" billie bellows into the phone, her cheeks burning red with enragement as her patience wears thin.
"bil" y/n quietly whines.
billie merely holds a single digit up to her plump lips in order to hush y/n.
"i'm so close to firing your stupid ass, bro" billie yells at her incompetent employee, aggressively threading her fingers through her hair.
seeing billie get pissed off always turned y/n on.
she watches billie's composure gradually diminish as she acquires a wild, raging look in her eyes, her voice growing husky from shouting; it was making y/n's crotch pool with wetness.
she couldn't take it anymore.
if billie wasn't going to fuck her, then she was going to fuck herself.
in front of her.
y/n quietly slips her hand under her plaid mini skirt, her sneaky fingers creeping between her thighs.
she can feel how swollen and sensitive her clitoris is over the lacy fabric of her g-string. she begins to rub slack, lethargic circles against it, her eyes falling shut at her own pleasure.
for the first time, billie's eyes dart in y/n's direction, and she notices the disorderly, erotic state that she is in. her arousal is evident as a little wet patch seeps through her panties.
