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:
billie's phone vibrates as a message presents itself across the illuminated screen.
it's from y/n.
y/n : my boyfriend just left town for a few days, wanna come over?
how predictable, billie thought.
y/n had swore that their previous hookup was their last and that she was going to stop cheating on her oblivious boyfriend but both girls knew that was a colossal lie and that their secret sex sessions would undoubtedly continue.
a smirk creeps across billie's face as she types a reply.
b : i thought we weren't doing this anymore, remember?
y/n : ugh billie pleaseeee
b : i do love it when you beg
y/n : so are you coming or not? i'm getting impatient
b : omw bossy bitch
billie snatches up her keys and bounces her way to her car, feeling complacent with the fact that she had so effortlessly scored herself y/n's sweet little pussy again.
billie arrives at her destination and approaches the front door, swinging her key ring around her finger, causing the keys to clack together and create an erratic jingle.
before billie even has the chance to knock, the door swings open and she's met with a very eager y/n.
"couldn't resist me, huh?" billie gloats, a cocky grin plastered on her lips.
"don't flatter yourself, i was bored and lonely" y/n huffs, dragging billie inside.
"uh huh" billie mumbles, harshly attacking y/n's neck with her mouth.
billie's sultry sucking, licking, and delicate nibbling evokes a breathy moan from y/n.
"does your boyfriend ever notice the hickeys that i give you?" billie asks, releasing y/n's freshly bruised skin from her mouth.
with a hand gently placed around y/n's marbled neck, billie tilts her chin up with her thumb to admire her black and blue creations, that she was quite proud of.
"i just tell him he did them, men are fucking stupid" y/n scoffs.
"that's why i avoid the fuckers at all costs" billie snickers.
"i mean, it's kinda fun when you just focus on the lower half" y/n shrugs.
"shhh, you're gonna turn me off talking about dick, baby" billie whispers, placing her index finger against y/n's supple lips to silence her.
"sorry" y/n giggles against billie's digit.
"now c'mon, i wanna fuck" billie rasps.
billie's finger seductively wanders from y/n's lips, dragging down her visible cleavage, down her midriff at a painfully slow rate, and then finally reaches the little silver button on y/n's jeans, which she pops open with ease.
it wasn't the first time she had undone these jeans.
"can i?" billie asks, already knowing what's y/n's answer would be.
"please" y/n softly whines.
billie slithers her hand into y/n's jeans, palming the girl over her drenched panties.
