don't move. II
synopsis of part II: you searched your boss's office for the code to the safe, and then things took a much more interesting turn.
if you have not read part I, go read that now and then come back.
‼️: smut, semi public sex, strap use (r!receiving), oral sex(b!receiving), guns, choking, praise, degradation, “slut”, “princess”, “pretty girl”,, “baby”, switch!billie, switch!reader, cursing w/c: 2.3k
you scanned the shelves frantically, looking between books and files, anything within reach.
you’d looked over most of the bookshelves, you walked over to the last one and bent down to reach the bottom shelf, when you realized you were the only one left looking.
billie was sat in your boss’s chair, hands behind her head with her feet kicked up on the desk, smirking and shamelessly staring at your ass.
“you had your chance, billie. now do you wanna find this code or not.”
she groaned and rolled her eyes.
“this is bullshit.”
you chuckled.
“hey, you’re the one that has been living out a secret life of crime all these years, not me.”
she dropped her feet down and spun her chair around to face the giant window behind the desk.
“do you still remember it as well as i do?”
“what?”
“the kiss.”
you were both in high school at the time, trapped in a ‘will they? won’t they?’ homoerotic friendship. she was scared of what would happen, of the future. you finally mustered the courage and kissed her at a sleepover and she pulled away. “i’m sorry.” were the last words she’d said to you until now, 5 years later.
it was bittersweet, you got to see her again, all grown up now. unfortunately it was behind the barrel of the gun she had leveled at you while barking orders to get on the ground.
you couldn’t help but admire her though, she was too beautiful for this kind of a life. she didn’t deserve this.
“any day now, princess.”
none other than the name she had called you back then. your breath hitched in your throat.
“uh, yeah sometimes.”
you admitted, half truth, you thought about it in a much higher quantity than you’d like to let on.
“what? it’s not like you’ve got anybody to go home to, you can be honest.”
how did she know that? must be a lucky guess, she could always read you like an open book.
you faced the back of her chair, her dark chocolate waves draped along the sides of the leather. you looked down at the chair on your side of the desk, which housed the AK she was pointing at you earlier, you reached to pick it up.
“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.”
you looked up and saw her spun around, holding a pistol, pointing it at you with a smile.
she reached for the backpack she’d tossed to the side and began to cry laughing.
“what?!? what’s funny?!?”
you questioned eagerly, you couldn’t see the contents of the bag to figure out what was so comical.
“oh my, that’s priceless.”
she wiped the tears from her eyes and her smile grew as she looked at you.
“i grabbed the wrong bag.”
she said with a shit eating grin on her face.
“what are you talking about?”
your tone remained cautious and careful.
you watched her hand plummet into the bag and bring out a fucking strap. you’re joking.
you looked at her in disbelief, there’s literally no way this was real.
“billie what the hell?!!?”
“maybe i was hoping to get lucky.”
the smirk on her face grew. you scoffed.
“you can forget it.”
she cocked her head and smiled wide.
“who said i was talking about you?”
you crossed your arms and looked at her with the most bullshit face you could muster.
“seeing as you locked us in here while all your buddies are out there keeping everyone else huddled up together in the lobby, it’s safe to assume you’re talking about me.”
she raised her eyebrows and pointed at you with the tip of the dildo.
“so, you want it?”
you rolled your eyes and turned back towards the bookshelf and returned to looking.
“i did not say that.”
she chuckled and dropped the strap back down into her bag.
“that’s too bad then, guess i brought it for no reason.”
you looked at her with a fake frown.
“aw shucks, that’s too bad.”
“we could be quick you know, it’s not like they can hear us.”
suddenly she was standing behind you, her hand snaking around your waist.
“billie, there are innocent people out there, scared for their lives, and you’re trying to fuck me right now?”
“now or never i guess, i wasted my shot before, i don’t wanna lose you again.”
you turned to look at her, her expression serious and meaningful, despite her intentions.
“i forgot that you’re kinda cute when you’re serious.”
“oh, shut up.”
“it’s funny that this is what makes you serious.”
you walked over to the desk and sat down on the surface, your legs crossed, facing her.
“you really want me this badly?”
you were leaning back as you watched her practically drool over your confidence.
she nodded instead of responding.
“how long have you been thinking about this?”
your hand wrapped around her throat as she uncrossed your legs to stand between them. her mouth finding home on the soft skin of your neck.
she hummed, instead of responding.
“billie.”
your grip tightened.
she pulled away, eyes filled with hunger.
“if you want something you have to ask for it.”
she bit her lip and ran her hand up your thighs, under your skirt, her expression so beautiful it drowned out the screaming from outside the door with ease.
“please, let me have you.”
you smiled, letting go of her neck. she immediately returned to your neck, searching for the spot that made you weak, and once she found it she was relentless.
she licked, sucked and nipped at your neck and collarbones, sloppy and eager.
“i’ve been thinking about this since the first time i saw you.”
you dipped your head back as she licked a bold stripe against your jaw. moans spilling out of your mouth faster than you could process her touch.
she snaked her hands under your sweater, her thumbs traced circles over your hips. she grinned happily when your hips began to buck.
“looks like i’m not the only one that wants this.”
she teased. you watched her eyes as she pulled the sweater over your head, goosebumps dancing over your skin as she eyed over your figure.
“so perfect, princess.”
you grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into your lips. you needed to kiss her, to feel her soft lips on yours, her teeth biting into your bottom lip in a way that made you squirm. you needed her.
you moaned against her lips as she ran her hands up and down your waist, you needed more.
you pulled away and leaned back over to the other side of the desk, picking up the black bag.
“make yourself useful.”
you pushed the bag towards her and she grinned.
you hopped off the desk and turned around. you needed this more than you’d like to admit. you waited impatiently while you listened her tightening the straps.
she placed her hand into the middle of your back, pushing down gently.
“is this okay?”
she asked carefully. like she was suddenly scared you didn’t want this, not like you were bent over a desk in front of her or anything.
“yes, it’s perfect. now fuck me like you mean it.”
she ripped your skirt off before the sentence left your mouth, her fingers already tracing over your pretty pink lace thong, they were your lucky underwear, and boy did they work.
the pads of her fingers pressed firmly against your clit through the fabric as she kissed along your shoulder. your back arched and you gasped at the touch.
she hummed and began to trace circles, your reactions fueling her like gasoline to a fire.
she finally slid the fabric down to your ankles, her fingers now finding home against your dripping center.
you shuddered and whimpered as she pushed them inside.
“you really want this don’t you, baby?”
“fuck, yes i do!”
her fingers slid all the way in and your eyes rolled back, she was curling them in the most perfect way, you made sounds you didn’t even think possible.
her other hand found your clit and circled it as she leaned down into your ear.
“i know you’ve wanted this for so long. isn’t that right?”
you nod and she slips her fingers out.
you whine and look over your shoulder, missing her touch already.
she smiles down at you and that’s when you feel her tracing over you with the tip. you gasp and bite your lip. you lean your head back down and she slides her full length inside of you. her hand slaps over your mouth just before you let out the sluttiest sound you’ve ever made.
she drops her hand and lets you adjust to the size, her hands finding home on your hips.
“please, billie.”
the only two words you could get out before she was thrusting forwards.
you moaned out and your eyes screwed shut.
she was pounding into you, her rhythm was so perfect it made you melt. you were moaning out without a care in the world for what was happening in the lobby. you gripped the edge of the desk as you spilled her name off your lips repeatedly.
that’s when you heard the knock on the door. billie’s pace didn’t waver.
“yo! what the fuck is taking so long?”
you felt cold metal against the back of your skull, pushing just hard enough to ensure you knew your place. she leaned down into your ear.
“be quiet.”
she hissed against the skin on your neck.
“this bitch doesn’t know the code and her boss didn’t leave it anywhere, we’ll be out soon, just give us a minute!”
she shouted back at him, her skin still slapping against yours, you were biting your lip so hard you were sure it would bleed any second.
“hurry up!”
the man shouted back, and then your heard his footsteps heading back towards the lobby.
“you’re so fucking good.”
she dropped the pistol back against the desk and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking backwards.
your mouth dropped open and her fingers found their way between your lips.
“who knew you were this much of a slut?”
you moaned against the fingers that filled your mouth as she sped up her pace, you could swear you were seeing stars.
that’s when you felt the coil inside of you tighten, her fingers dropped out of your mouth.
“fuck, billie, i’m gonna cum!”
her pace didn’t slow, she only kept pounding into you as her now wet fingers danced over your clit. you were gripping this desk so hard you could swear it would snap.
“yeah? you’re gonna let it all out for me, aren’t you pretty girl?”
you couldn’t even respond before it snapped, washing over you forcefully, you shuddered and shook, she continued to thrust into you.
you laid breathless against the desk as she slowed her pace.
“so fucking good.”
she muttered just under her breath.
you sat up and watched as she carefully took the strap off and dropped it back in the bag. you grabbed your clothes and began to put them back on as a much more forceful knock pounded against the wood.
“YO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?”
billie’s eyes went wide and she whispered.
“hide.”
you ran under the desk, and she sat in your boss’s chair, thankfully his desk was big enough to make up for his micro penis attitude, you both could fit with room to spare.
you heard the door spring open and slam against the bookshelf.
the man was questioning billie about the boss, you should’ve been listening but you were too busy undoing the belt buckle that held together billie’s pants. you undid the metal and pulled her zipper down. you tugged the layers of fabric just low enough to do what you needed to do.
you licked gently over her now bare clit. she inhaled sharply and gripped the armrest. her eyes darted down to yours, you pulled away from her lap.
‘don’t move.’
the only words you mouthed to her as you pulled her clit between your lips and sucked harshly. you watched as she fought to keep her composure and converse with the man.
“whatever, just hurry the hell up, we don’t have all day.”
he slammed the door behind him as he left the office.
“what the fuck is your problem?”
she stared down at you as your tongue was working relentlessly at her core, she tasted too good for you to wait.
you only hummed as you slipped your two fingers inside, your lips back to her clit.
she moaned and leaned her head back, her hands finding home in your hair.
“fuck.”
she cursed as you curled your fingers against the spot that made her moan. your tongue darted mercilessly over her sensitive bud. you had been dreaming of this moment for so long, you knew she would taste this good.
you reached your free hand up under her shirt and bra to find her nipple, you rolled it between your index and thumb as she bucked her hips forward, her moaning becoming sporadic.
you didn’t let up, you watched intently as she squirmed from your touch.
“oh my god, please. please make me cum, princess.”
you sucked her clit between your lips and curled your fingers up hard as she shook and let go against you. you smiled as your name fell off her lips like a prayer.
as she stilled you slipped your fingers out and sucked them clean, humming from the taste. who knew this moment you had been chasing for so long would happen like this?
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