summary eddie gets very, very good at fucking you the way you like it [5.1k]
warnings smut, 18+ please no minors, fem!reader, p in v sex, oral both receiving, praise kink, best friend!eddie, best friends with benefits, eddie pining for r, mutual pining, giggly sex, a part 2 to this but u dont have to read it lol
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“Bye, kids!” Eddie’s uncle calls, swiftly followed by the sound of the door shutting. The night shift begins.
You shout, “Bye, Mr. Munson!”
Eddie can see from the way your back is a little straighter that you’re waiting to see if he’s making a move tonight. The brilliant thing about being your friend is that Eddie’s content to spend time with you doing anything, not just fucking – a newer extension of your friendship, a good one – but still. Two young adults, a lot of hormones, and a natural chemistry? It’s kind of hard to resist it anytime you’re alone.
You sit further down the bed, the sheets pulled over your legs. The summer heat has finally broken into a cooling fall. Almost two months of lazy, hot sex later and Eddie’s working out everything that you like. One example, you like to be dragged around. Never cruel, but dragged the same, Eddie hooks his hands under your arms without saying anything and pulls you into the space between his legs, your back to his chest.
“C'mere,” he says, like he hasn’t manhandled you exactly where he wants you to be.
You drop your head back onto his shoulder and it’s like an electric shock, your easy smile, your wide eyes. “All of ten seconds. You don’t have much patience.”
“I’ll show you patience,” he says, quick to dive into the juncture of your neck.
He doesn’t bother with chaste kisses, lips parted and teeth scratching against delicate skin as he mouths into the spot he knows you like most. You hiss, “Fuck, Eddie,” almost scolding to his everlasting amusement, grabbing for his hands where they’ve stayed wrapped around your abdomen.
“You want to?” he asks between scraping kisses.
Your hand tightens around his as he starts to suck, intending on marking you up, something pretty to look at while he fucks you later, he reasons. Anything to not be staring at your mouth.
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summary. you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations.
author’s note. just started watching S4 and haven’t even finished it, already drooling over Eddie. ya’ll know I love my awkward men with long hair my god he is so fine. everyone thank Bee below for proofreading <3
[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader
[❥]wordcount. 3.3k
[ ❥ ] genre. 18+, pwp
[❥]warnings.no S4 spoilers, best friends to lovers, language, mature theme, slight drug usage, pet names, begging, body worship, whimpering, oral (f), thigh fetish, boob sucking, save a horse ride a cowboy, bottom eddie, slight sub/dom, protected sex, me not knowing how DND works
You and Eddie had been friends since the start of high school. You were there for the weird shaved head phase and stood directly right next to him the moment he developed his everlasting smitten crush on Chrissy Cunningham. Alas, you were the first girl to ever actually talk to him, the first friend, and at the moment, his only best friend.
pairings: steve harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader
warnings: set in s4 but no actual spoilers, inappropriate language, steve overthinking and jumping through conclusions, jealous!steve and miscommunication.
summary: steve knew there was a sudden shift in your relationship after what happened previously, but it didn't stop him from thinking about you and wanting things to return to normal until he saw you with a random guy and assumed you'd already replaced him.
author’s note: stayed up all night just to finish this so i literally fell asleep after posting this :’) anyways, first time writing a st fic, how was it? i’ll be writing eddie next so stay tuned. do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.
word count: 2k
STEVE HAD THE perception that you were slipping away from him. Or maybe he was just being theatrical; Dustin liked to point this out and tease him about it, but Steve was filled with apprehension. It seemed like a prickling needle poked him till scars sprouted, as if there was a crippling disquiet inside of him, growing and blooming every day.
He tried to ignore the strange feeling that was whirling around inside him by watching movies with Robin or spending some time with Dustin. If his distractions fail, his mind always returns to you, occupying himself with thoughts of you rather than doing what he meant to do—stop thinking about you. But, unfortunately for him, thinking about you was his greatest attribute, and it appears that, despite the strange thoughts about you and him, he still thinks of you.
Hawkins was the beginning. With a scoff, Steve would think, “It's always started at that stupid town.” He could not really believe a girl had weird superpowers and bled through her nose, let alone that monsters were invading the town. Second, he wouldn't believe that he'd be a part of all the craziness that's going on, but he did meet you in Hawkins.
To be fair, when you first met, he was a complete dickhead. It was his “King Steve” era, or as others in his age referred to him, when Steve was famous. He remembered how much he treasured being lauded and appreciated in the past, but he had luckily matured into that perspective and was now just like everyone else. Normal. When Steve remembered how much you despised him at the time, he winced.
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Harrington?” you had remarked one time when he approached you after a basketball game, all sweaty and fatigued, as he mentioned how your cheerleading skirt distracts him in the game.
He didn't even want to recall what he said in response; all he knew was that he got a big, loud slap in the face.
But before, he was a jackass and you were the sweet angelic cheerleader, but suddenly you were both so much more. Steve would have laughed at the idea if he had known you were both in a relationship, but feelings got muddled up when you were also a part of the craziness. But he didn't question it because you were friends with Max Mayfield and the new girl before somehow became part of Dustin's crazy crew.
Steve was smitten with you from the start, long before there was a strange girl with abilities and the entire town was flipped upside down. Even when you despised his guts, he liked everything about you, and it was exciting to have your attention, even if it was just a simple roll of the eyes or shoving up your dainty middle finger in front of him. He fell for you because of those simple things, and he never questioned it.
People would probably make fun of him for being infatuated with a girl who didn't give him the time of day when he could have anyone—and they did, but he won't admit it. Others found it amusing that he was often rejected, which injured his ego, but Steve seemed to be stubborn and persistent. But, while all of his hard work to finally win you has paid off, Steve now has his own doubts.
He had the impression that something was troubling your relationship. Steve wouldn't admit it to anyone—not even Robin or Dustin—but he was growing uneasy about your relationship's abrupt change. But then again, maybe he was overthinking it all because of what occurred last year, and you were distant. He recalled your heartbroken expression as you took Max in your arms, weeping for her brother's death.
Steve could never blame you, but it crushed him to think that you had cut yourself off from him. He started to believe that this relationship, whatever it was, was one-sided, and that your assurances weren't helping. You were slipping away from him; everytime he wanted to hang out, you'd make some excuse like cheer practices, which he dismissed as bullshit. He was curious as to why you were avoiding him.
You never avoided Steve, well not when you both were in a relationship anyways.
“Y/N?”
Hearing Robin's voice near him, Steve snapped out of his thoughts. He didn't turn to face her, instead looking at the store's door with a hopeful expression, but when no one entered, he became dejected. He expected it to be you, dressed in your cheerleading uniform and smiling brightly, but he was staring at nothing. He slowly turned to Robin, who seemed to be laughing.
His brows furrowed at her. “What the hell is funny?”
“Shit, you've got it bad,” Robin said, her voice muffled by the popcorn she was munching. “You were thinking about her, yeah?”
“Thinking of who?”
Robin gave him a hard stare. “Don't play dumb with me. When I said her name, you snapped out of whatever thoughts you were having, and I'm guessing it was also about her.”
As he gazed at her with a tight smile playing on his lips, Steve silently cursed Robin in his head. Steve tried to distract his mind by taking a popcorn from the popcorn box Robin was holding and plopping one into his mouth, ignoring his friend's scrutinizing gaze. He couldn't blame her, though; even though you were usually gone, he must have looked like a wounded puppy.
“She’s ignoring me,” Steve began, his attention fixed on the movie playing rather than the knowing look in Robin's eyes.
“And instead of going to her and talking about it, you're sitting here moping?” With a tiny shrug, Robin asked.
Steve locked his gaze on her. “Didn't you hear me say she's ignoring me—“
Steve didn't like the coy grin on Robin's lips as she raised her hands in defeat. “Geez, calm down, it was just a suggestion,”
“A stupid one,” Steve scoffed.
Robin sniggered and said, “If I were you, I'd talk to her. I wouldn't let her escape if I were you; have you seen her?”
In irritation, he flung a piece of popcorn at her. “Can you not? You idiot, she's still my girlfriend, and don't you have Vickie?”
Robin only glared at him.
Steve would have punched himself if he hadn't listened to Robin's suggestion, but he was desperate, and because he was stubborn and tenacious, why not make use of his best qualities? When the Hawkins High School came into view, he parked his car and waited for a bit before summoning the bravery to walk out of his car. He ran a hand through his hair before he started walking.
As he passed by, he gave a tight-lipped smile to those who greeted him, but once he spotted you, he slowed down. You were always gorgeous in your Hawkins cheerleading uniform, and Steve felt as if he was seeing you for the first time ever. Your hair was tied back with a few dangling in the front, but your face was disturbed and exhausted. Steve's brow furrowed; he didn't like seeing you in this state.
He only noticed someone alongside you before he could call you. Steve narrowed his eyes at the guy, who was dressed in a basketball jersey and was tall, blonde, and had this aura that appeared to have a lot of ladies at his feet. You were only half-listening to what the guy was saying, but a slight smile played across your exquisite lips, which Steve hadn't kissed in a long time.
Steve stood there watching as the guy said something that made you chuckle softly before waving farewell and walking away. Inside his gut, there was the same unease; Steve had no idea what he'd just seen, but hoped it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. He tightened his jaw as he marched straight to you, his sudden rage boiling inside him like molten lava.
Steve was met by a closer look at your gorgeous face as you heard his footsteps and looked up. “Steve,” you exclaimed, startled. “What—what are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” he repeated with a scoff as he grabbed your wrist, making sure it wasn't too tight but making sure you'd follow him as he led you both to his car. “I've come to pick you up because, um, I'm your boyfriend?” The last word was sarcastic.
Once you both entered his car, you turned to face him. “What’s up with you?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” As he sat comfortably in the driver's seat, Steve made a straining and jaded chuckle. “Who was that guy?”
He watched as you sighed and briefly closed your eyes. “What do you mean, Steve?”
Steve gave you a look of clear disbelief. “Do you love me?”
When he looked at your face closely, trying to see the gleam of adoration in it, he was met with surprise, indignation, and betrayal—all of those conflicting emotions were mixing in your face, and Steve swallowed a lump in his throat, suddenly feeling like his question was downright stupid, selfish, and insecure, but he had been dying in his own doubts, you were tense with him, why can't he be like that to you too?
“Y/N,” Steve trailed off hesitantly. “Baby…?”
Your eyes shifted away from him as you faced the front, your fingers playing with the hems of your skirt, and Steve refrained from putting his palm on top of it. “I don't understand,” you murmured, your voice tense with something chevalier. “What exactly are you implying?”
Steve, evidently agitated, ran his fingers through his hair. “I don't know.” he made a hand gesture like swatting a fly and said, “You've been distant and it feels like you're ignoring me, and I just saw a random dude whispering crap in my girl's ear today. So sorry if I came out as paranoid.”
Your eyes flashed with a conflicting emotion, but it vanished before Steve could describe what it was. He clenched both hands on his lap as he realized he wouldn't be able to start the car anytime soon. The space between you was snug and familiar, yet Steve thought you were a bit far away even though you were only an arm's length away. Steve reached up and, before he could stop himself, tucked the fallen curl of hair on your ear, all the while managing to keep an eye on you and your side profile.
“Talk to me,” he begged, the foreign sound in his ears bothering him not at all. Steve let his hand slip from your hair, trailing down your arm then to your hands, which were resting on your lap. His huge hand engulfed yours and remained there for some time. “Don’t shut me out. Not this time.”
When you gazed up at him, your lips quivered, and Steve quickly cupped your cheek and stared at you with a concerned expression. “Everything makes me uneasy, especially Max. She's not doing well lately, and I'm worried about her… I'm also terrified. Fearful that the shits from before will return. Steve, I can't lose any more people.”
Steve stroked your cheek with his thumb. “I felt like I'd lost you at this point. I didn't want you to be away from me Y/N, and for a short moment I was afraid you'd found someone else and shit—I don't blame you at all, but—“
“Steve,” you say abruptly, your tone unusually sharp. “In the midst of everything, you kept me sane. I can't like anyone else because I love you so much.”
“But the guy—“
“Is just a friend of mine,” you said, a timid smile on your face. “He's the boyfriend of one of my cheer teammates, and that's it.”
His shoulders slumped in relief. “Good thing you haven’t replaced me yet.”
You fixed your gaze on him, yet a slight smile appeared on your pretty face. “I'd never do that.”
Steve kissed you passionately as he brought your face closer to his. As he deepened the kiss, his thumb caressed your cheeks; the curvature of your lips and the softness of it drove Steve insane. Both of your mouths shared a spark of affection, and it was all too familiar and completely missed. Steve was well aware that he could never have enough of you.
summary: in which, y/n decides to deliberately disobey her boyfriend to fulfill some unspoken fantasies.
pairing: fem!reader x tom riddle. use of she/her pronouns.
contains: possession, degrading, teasing, orgasm denial, edging, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), dom/sub themes, spit, innocence kink if you squint, rough sex, unprotected sex, over stimulation
notes: all acts are consensual. characters are of age. mdni.
word count: 3,461
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She had already started the night off right, exactly how she planned. Y/N stood in below Tom in a tight black dress that was completely flattering to her figure. The silk material enveloped her form, cut a little bit to low at the chest and rid a little too high on her thighs for Tom’s liking.
His stare almost melted the fabric off of her body. Hot and heavy, he stood over her, her back to the door and chests almost pressed together. He left some intentional space between the two of them. He was quite literally blocking her from leaving. His hand held the door handle strongly, making the veins in his hands completely visible to her as a way of coaxing his girlfriend into not going to the party tonight.
Tom wasn’t one for parties, but occasionally he’d accompany his girlfriend with a strong hand around her waist and an intimidating scowl on his face so any of those dimwitted boys that would drool over her wouldn’t stand a chance to even talk to her. That’s if she asked nicely enough, and usually in exchange for some favors.
His eyes swept down her frame, disapproving of the outfit. “Absolutely not. Go change.” He stated firmly. His words were sharp and definite. She knew no matter how much she argued, she wouldn’t get her way. Not tonight.
“Why? Don’t you like it?” Y/N ran her hands down the dress, fingers tapping nervously at her side.
He almost scoffed at her response, he hates when she plays dumb. “You know that isn’t the reason, doll. You look like a slut. It’s basically lingerie.”
“Is that all so bad?” She asked, subconsciously tipping herself closer to him. She wasn’t offended by his words. More so, turned on.
He ignored the way her innocent eyes looking up at him made him twitch in his pants. “For me, and my eyes only, no.” He said, emphasis on his use of the word ‘my’. “But, I will not have you looking like that at a party full of drunk, horny, guys. Not fucking happening.”
She sighed, tucking hair behind her ear. “Tom,” her hand trailed down from his collar bone to his hand.
“Don’t start. Go change, or you aren’t going. End of story.” He shook her hand off of his arm and walked away, leaving her standing alone, back still pressed to the door, pout placed pretty on her lips.
Everything was going according to plan. She took a deep breath- almost bracing herself for what she was about to do. She had never deliberately disobeyed him before. Before any last minute second thoughts could stop her, she opened the door and left.
Close to an hour had past and reality set in. It filled her with excitement, and even a little bit of fear, because she didn’t know what he was going to do to her. He didn’t follow her out of the dorm room like she anticipated. So now, she waited in a room full of intoxicated adolescents in an arousing, uncertain anxious feeling that settled in the pit of her stomach.
Instead of dwelling on what was going to happen, she decided to enjoy any sort of time she had left. Maybe, nothing would happen. And sneaking out in the black dress, disobeying him, would get her nowhere. But there was always a possibility.
Hands that weren’t Tom’s made their way to Y/N’s hips on the dance floor. It wasn’t uncomfortable or unwanted, it was exciting and new.
So she danced with him- a Ravenclaw boy with dark hair and a sharp jaw. Even though there was a drink or two in her system and in the long run this dance wouldn’t matter, it still mattered that it was a Ravenclaw instead of Tom. She wished the strong hands gripping at her sides were his.
There wasn’t a day that past by when Tom didn’t orchestrate what she wore to these parties. Not just clothes, but makeup too. Claiming that dark lipstick and false eyelashes made her look like a prostitute. Heels and push-up bras made her look like a whore, and long skin tight dresses like this one made her look slutty.
It wasn’t because those things were true, it was because he wanted to have her, all of her, to himself. He wanted her to dress up pretty like this for him, and only him. The thought of any guy even looking at Y/N in any of those things- dark lipstick, false eyelashes, heels, push-up bras and skin tight dresses made his blood start to boil.
The possession wasn’t something she hated. It’s something she welcomed instead. Yes, his behavior was slightly toxic. They were both aware. But, that didn’t matter to either of them because-
“What the fuck is this?!”
Sharp words pierced the air behind her. For a split second, she didn’t want to even turn around and see. He grabbed her wrist and almost tore y/n off of the second party’s body. Even though anger encompassed every cell of his body, he pulled her in close to his side.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Touching MY girlfriend?” His grip on her arm grew tighter, to the point where it almost hurt.
“Uh, I- look man, um, I don’t want any trouble,” He scrambled for words. Anybody in the room could clearly see the fear in his eyes.
“Let’s just go,” Y/N said shyly, tugging the sleeve of his shirt to the direction of the door. The blaring music drowned out her fruitless attempt at swaying his decision.
He looked down at her, a look he knew all too well. A look that said, 'Don’t do anything, please?’
He shoved her off of him slightly, and took a step forward. “You’re lucky. You’re fucking lucky your jaw isn’t broken. If I ever even see you looking in her direction ever again, I swear to god.”
After one last menacing look to assert his dominance, he grabbed Y/N and dragged her out of the common room.
“Tom, I-” She started, trying to keep up with the fast pace he had storming down the hallways back to his dorm.
“Shut up.” He said, and continued looking forward.
“We were just dancing,” She said, ignoring what he just told her to do. A slight tone of annoyance in her voice.
“What did I just say? Just dancing, huh? You might as well have just gotten on your damn knees and shoved his dick down your throat, Y/N.” He scowled at his own words. The thought of that was absolutely sickening.
He had already told her to shut up once, so saying something in protest would not be the best option. Continuing on until they were in front of his room, he fumbled with the lock until the door swung open and he pushed her inside and onto the bed.
He stood before her, his dominant presence making her knees grow weak even though she was already sitting down. The way that his button up shirt sat across his broad chest made her think sinful thoughts.
All she could think about was him using her. For his pleasure only. The thought of him relentlessly fucking her even if she already came- because all that mattered was that he wasn’t done yet, was a reoccurring thought. Teased and tortured into submission, she would be his.
He placed his hands on the bridge of his nose and sighed audibly, thinking about what to do with her, how to put her in her place.
“I can’t fucking believe you. Honestly.”
She looked up at him, innocently of course, a slight apologetic look playing on her features. Her fingers moving nervously in her lap.
Even though pure anger flowed through him right now, he couldn’t ignore the way the dress rid up her thighs and looked constrained against her skin. Especially her chest.
“And now you have nothing to say? For fuck’s sake, y/n.” He looked down at her and was.. displeased to say the least when he saw her eyes fixated to her hands.
He took a step forward and forcibly moved her face to look right at him. His hand rested on her cheek, his touch firm yet soft. The security of built trust and knowing he would never hurt her calmed her nerves slightly.
“Answer me when I speak to you.” He said, his tone laced with lust.
His thumb traced her face down to her bottom lip, parting them slightly.
“I’m sorry.” Was all she could muster. He was well in between her legs now, spread open in front of him with no friction. The mix of being so close and his strong hold on her face made her apology sound more like a whine.
“Are you really? Or are you just saying that so I’ll forget about your behavior and fuck you anyways?” He held direct eye contact with her as he spoke.
Y/N was left speechless at her helpless position on the edge of the bed. He smirked to himself, and knelled- dipping between her legs.
He moved his hand up the skin of her inner thigh, making her shiver. Skin heating up at the places he touched. His touch was feather-light, nowhere near enough. He slipped his hand under the dress and pulled upwards, so it sat on her hips exposing her soaked underwear.
He slid his hand up further on her inner thigh. Admiring the existing hickies he’d left on her skin previously. Her mouth open slightly, trying to control her erratic breathing.
“Didn’t even respond to me and I’m already giving you what you want,” His pointer and middle finger ghosted over her clothed clit.
“Please,” she breathed. Pleading for some sort of touch.
“Yeah?” He pressed his fingers down ever so slightly, just enough to draw out an aching whimper. “Fuck, you’re dripping. Already. I haven’t even touched you and your panties are a mess.”
The way the vulgar words rolled off his tongue so easily but were encased with heat and desire caused a light moan to fall from her lips. With that, he pressed his fingers firmly into her through her underwear.
The simple action caused her hips to lift into his touch, rubbing herself on his fingers. “So fucking needy,” he tutted. “Go ahead, get yourself off on my hand. You fucking slut.”
The way he spit out his words caused her to move faster, chasing the feeling. The way Tom rubbed against her clit, hitting exactly where she needed it to, mixed with the bucking of her own hips made obscene noises leave her pretty lips.
He slid her underwear aside and admired how her arousal dripped down her cunt. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself. He was almost mesmerized by her pussy, even if he’d seen it a million times. He cursed himself again, because he remembered he was supposed to be punishing her.
Tossing the thought aside, his hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to his face. He inched closer, and trailed his finger from her clit to her entrance. He slid it in the smallest bit, teasing the hole. Looking up at her, her head was tilted back almost, but not enough that he couldn’t see her face. She gripped the sheets in her fists. So much so that her knuckles went white.
“Please, please, please.” Knowing Tom, he’d tell her to use her words. “Please, Tom, I need more- fuck,” y/n pleaded, looking down at him.
He shushed her gently and licked her clit. Y/n let out a choked sob followed by more desperate pleas. He continued to work at her clit as his finger slid deeper, drawing out longer moans and cries of his name on her tongue.
He let his finger slide further, picking up a steady pace that was agonizingly slow. His was tongue now relentlessly flicking her clit. He felt her thighs move together, immediately pushing them apart to get at her deeper.
Even though she was impossibly wet already, Tom pulled his head back and harshly spit on her cunt. His mouth went back working impossibly fast on her clit. The taste of her on his tongue alone made him roll his hips, erection blaring between his legs.
His light groans against her, his strong hand pressed on her inner thigh, the noises that equaled absolute filth, it was all too much.
He felt her walls begin to tighten around his finger. He pressed up, hitting her g spot exactly. She inhaled sharply, chasing her high that she needed so desperately.
And then, it all stopped.
Tom stood up, locking eyes with her as he stuck his finger into her mouth, locking in her whimpers. She took his wrist in her hand and sucked on his finger, hips rutting into the air. After she finished her task, the begging resumed. “Please, no, keep going-,”
“Come on, angel. You know you don’t deserve that.” He spoke, starting to undo buttons on his shirt.
She bit her lip in anxiety. The same aroused uncertain feeling pooling in her stomach from earlier mixed with the need from a denied orgasm built up enough courage to say what she wanted to say.
“Use me.”
“What?” His cock dripped even more pre-cum at the sound of that, causing a very visible wet spot on his pants.
“Use me, Tom. I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me. I’m asking you.” She begged, pulling him closer by the belt. Her hands rubbed at the sides of his thighs as she stared sweetly up at him.
“Fuck princess, is that what you want?” He asked, even though he could tell from the sound of her voice she was more than sure.
“Yes. Please.” She pleaded, still looking up at him.
“Okay. You know what to say if you want to stop. Take off your clothes.”
Happily she obliged. Her cheeks growing hot at his intent stare as she lifted her dress over her shoulders and slid off her dampened panties onto the floor. He palmed himself through his pants at the sight of her placed so elegantly on the edge of his bed, cunt dripping onto the sheets, making himself groan.
As much as he loved how the black lace of her bra against her skin, he wanted her completely naked. His hand snaked around her back and unhooked her bra, leaving her completely bare in front of him. She swallowed and let out a shallow breath that she didn’t know she was holding.
“Stand up,” he commanded, holding her wrist as she did so. His hands trailed down her skin and stopped at her thighs, spinning her body around. He took her arms behind her back, holding them in place with one strong arm as he pulled her even closer with the other, erection twitching against her bare ass.
She sighed in pleasure as her clit ached for more friction. He breathed her in, hot caramelized sugar filling his senses as he tucked hair behind her ear to grant access to the smooth skin on her neck. He kissed down the span of it softly, nipping just above her collarbone. He pressed a hickey into her neck, tongue fluttering over the area to soothe the sting.
And with that, the soft moment of kissing halted. He let her arms free of his grasp, and pushed her face down onto his mattress. His hands skimmed the bare skin of her ass, savoring the touch on her skin. His palms ignited fire within her stomach, positioning her up so her pussy pressed against his clothed cock.
Right before she could even vocalize the pleasure of feeling him against her, he backed up and started to unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops. He pulled down his zipper with his palm, discarding the unneeded articles of clothing onto the floor.
He held the base of his cock and pressed it to her clit, and down to her entrance drawing out a long moan.
“Please, Tom. Need you so bad, please,” she whined against the sheets.
And with that, he pressed himself fully into her, groaning at how easily he slipped in and how he felt around her. Already the pleasure was unbearable for him. Going from not being touched at all to completely inside of her was an escalation of intensity that he loved. He let out a low moan and started moving his hips.
Giving her no time to adjust to his length (not that she needed to), he began pounding into her. His hands found themselves at her hips. His grasp strong enough that it stung so deliciously and would defiantly leave marks in the shape of his hands, and he loved that. He loved that parts of her body only he could see were decorated with sinful marks.
His pace was merciless and unforgiving, hitting her exactly where she needed him with each snap of his hips. The sounds that left her lips were pornographic and muffled, making Tom twitch inside of her.
He pulled out briefly, and they both wined lowly in sync at the loss of him inside of her. He pulled her up, her back flush against his front. Their bodies scalding hot pressed against one another. He slipped back in and resumed his brutal pace, but this time, being so close to one another caused him to hit deeper than before.
His hand wandered around her to her cunt, thumbing her clit. The other arm holding her in place, never breaking his rhythm. She screamed out in pleasure.
“Yeah? I want you to remember about this moment the next time you even think about dancing with another guy,” He spoke breathlessly against her skin. His tone rough, folded in with jealousy and pleasure. “You think anyone else can make you feel this good? Fuck you like I can?”
“Mmm, fuck,” she moaned.
“Answer me.”
“No, only you, shit-” she gasped. Back arched against him. His pace was unforgettably rough, his fingers still circling her clit as he moved in and out of her. She was on the edge, any moment the rubber band could snap inside of her. He trailed open mouth kisses on her shoulders, speeding up his pace on her clit. He could feel her gripping around him, both of them knowing that she was close.
“Oh my god, oh my god, I’m gonna cum, I-” she screamed out. The grip on her hips got tighter, fucking her through her orgasm. He felt her cum drip down between where the both of them met, the noises growing wetter and more obscene.
“Tom, jesus,” she moaned. She wasn’t used to this, even though she’d already came, his pace didn’t slow down.
“I’m not done yet.”
Just those words alone ignited the fire in her stomach again. Her legs shaking against him from her previous orgasm, moaning out in the delicious sting of over stimulation. He pressed her down to the bed again, placing his strong hand on the base of her ass.
“I know you’ve got another one in you, can you cum again for me?” He asked, not once breaking his pace. His thick words drew her closer again, along with the new feeling of her already fucked out cunt continuing to be tortured.
“Mhm,” she whined out breathlessly. Her second orgasm building fast in the pit of her stomach.
His hips faltered, the first time she felt him break his pace. She felt him twitch inside of her, knowing he was close. His hold on her hips tightened along with the feeling in her cunt and stomach. He let out a low groan, and the next thing she knew she felt him spilling out inside of her. With that, the band snapped again and they came together, Tom fucking through both of their orgasms.
With one last thrust, he pulled out of her and she dissolved into the overwhelming pleasure she just experienced. He took a step back and watched both of their releases pour our of her.
“My god,” He whispered. He helped her up and pulled her closer, the sweat that adorned both of their bodies glistening under the light above them.
“Are you okay? Was that too much?” He asked, kissing her forehead.
“No,” she responded almost immediately. “It was so good.”
“Okay.” He said. “Don’t ever pull something like that again, though,” smiling a little bit, still kissing her.
She laughed lightly and nodded, basking in the feeling knowing that he wasn’t mad at her. “I’m going to go shower, want to join?”
“Obviously,” he replied, and with that, the fucked out couple went to wash off their ungodly activities.
a/n: hi! i hope you enjoyed! it’s my first full length smut one-shot, so please let me know what you think :3 <3s and reblogs appreciated.
Warnings ⚠️: Dub-con/Non-con, smut (18+), stalking, obsessive behaviour, somnophilia, groping, mentions of violence, mild choking, creampie, mentions of blackmail and cheating, angst. (These warnings carry across to the other parts)
Summary: You're trying to move on from your ex-boyfriend, Billy Russo. It's a shame he won't let you.
A/N: Ha, sike... said I would drop it tomorrow but I'm dropping part 1 today. Feel free to send me asks or leave comments showing your love and appreciation 😅😅
He wishes he could change time.
He knows it makes no sense at all, but he wishes he could just go back, to that one point, and change everything.
There was a moment, where he has Madani in his arms, and he hesitates, just for a second, he pauses, and considers for a moment that he’s about to cheat on you. It’s that moment he wishes he could change. If he could go back in time, he’d stop there. Tell Dinah that she’s pretty, but she’s not worth it.
She’s not worth you.
Billy sips his bourbon, listening to you chat with one of your friends. He should feel bad about leaving a bug in your bedroom. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows it’s probably wrong, wrong to spy on you, wrong to make a copy of your apartment keys, wrong to slip into your room when you’re not home. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
It doesn’t matter. Any sense of right or wrong left his head the minute you walked out of his life. It just doesn’t matter anymore. Being good doesn’t matter- not when he doesn’t have you.
“It’s dumb as hell- but I miss him.” He hears you say.
“Yes,” your friend replies, Allison, he thinks she’s called. “It’s dumb as hell, but it’s perfectly normal, you spent three years with him. You put time, effort and love into the relationship. That’s not your fault it’s his. Miss him all you want, but don’t go back.”
He clenches his fist around the glass. What does this bitch know about you and me, princess? He asks himself.
“He sends me flowers, every week, asking for me to call him. But I can’t- you know I can’t.”
He knows why, too. He knows why your forgiveness is impossible to attain. You had told him at the start of the relationship. You explained that trusting people was hard, that after watching the way your father crumbled when he found out about your mother’s infidelity, after he let her back in one too many times, you swore that you would never give second chances to cheaters.
And what had he done?
He’d hurt you in the worst way imaginable.
“You can get through this, one day at a time, one foot in front the other.” Allison encourages.
Billy rolls his eyes. His chest pains him. He drinks until he feels nothing.
He’s learned so many things since he’s bugged your room. You bought a vibrator, you started having trouble sleeping, your doctor prescribed you something to help you sleep better. The more he follows you, the more he learns about you throughout the day, the more together he feels with you.
Sometimes, he can close his eyes, and imagine that you’re still together. That he didn’t fuck things up royally. It took him way too long to realise he was in love with you. By the time he made the connections- it was way too late.
Billy sometimes wished he had a time machine.
He follows you to and from work. He’s bugged your office too, just so he can dip in and listen to you work or hear the gentle hums you make when you’re thinking. Makes him feel like he’s with you, soothes the ache in his chest.
He sends you a beautiful arrangement of flowers each week. He writes the note by hand, begging for your forgiveness, for a chance to make amends.
You never call.
You don’t immediately toss the flowers, you keep them until they die, your love for flowers outweighing the pain you feel when you look at them. Truth is, you’re already in constant pain, everything reminds you of him, everything reminds you that you no longer have the love of your life with you anymore.
No, he never was the love of your life. He never loved you.
He hears when you whisper it to yourself. It hurts him to hear you repeat it over and over, like it’s an affirmation, as if it’s true.
“He never loved me. He never loved me.” You chant.
He hates himself for not realizing sooner.
~
When you walk out on him, after realizing what he’s done, he doesn’t feel it at first. He manages to convince himself that everything is fine for a few days after.
Until one night he wakes in a cold sweat, feeling like he’s lost a limb.
It takes him a few more days to pinpoint the source of his problems, his inability to think straight or sleep. The only time he feels less worried, is when he’s looking at pictures of you.
That’s how it starts- his insanity.
It starts with looking at pictures of you, the selfies you used to take and send to him throughout the day. When he’s looked at them a million times, he goes in search of more. He actually manages to create a social media profile, and begins to follow your page.
When you post a picture with you at a café not too far from him, he moves without thinking.
He finds himself standing outside, looking at you, sitting at your usual booth, sipping on your favourite drink. If he was still with you- he’d walk in, place a kiss on the top of your head and order something for himself.
Instead, he stands outside, looking in, wishing he was a better man.
It’s a slippery slope from there. He follows you home from work once, and then again.
He manages to make a copy of your key, getting access to your beautiful apartment.
It was heartwrenching to find all his gifts, tucked into the back of your closet, as if you were trying to forget all about him. There were framed pictures of you, some raunchy polaroids, one of his ties and a couple of his shirts and even a pair of his socks.
He didn’t give you wrong for doing this. He deserved as much.
He goes along like this for five, maybe six months, sending you flowers once a week, hoping that one day you’d find some way to forgive him.
He’d only considered moving on from you for a second, before throwing the idea out of his mind. If he couldn’t have you, then he would never have anyone else.
~
He’s got some time off today from work, and he spends it rifling through your apartment. He returns one of the hoodies he stole, and takes a new one from the top of your laundry basket. He needs the scent, it’s the only way he can get to sleep now. He steals some of your panties too, the pretty lace ones. He likes to take his time, breathing them in while he touches himself, the smell of your cunt is one of the things he misses most.
When he finds your little vibrator in your drawer, his eyebrows lift. He was honestly expecting something bigger, something closer to the size of his cock. He thought you’d want something that reminded you of how full you once were.
But this? All he could see this doing is reminding you of how empty you are.
Jealously fills him anyway, thinking about how this pathetic little toy is your idea of a replacement for him. He thinks about the ways you probably touched yourself with this, rubbing it all over your slick pussy until you’re arching your back and cumming hard.
He presses his hand against the growing bulge in his pants. His mind fraught with images of you rubbing this little pink toy along the edges of your pussy, teasing yourself the way you like. He gasps in need, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as quickly as he can. He sits on the edge of your bed and clicks the toy on. It buzzes to life in his hand and he groans when he presses it against the head of his cock. He gets off on the fact that he’s using the same toy you use, the same toy that gets to play with your pretty clit and soak in your wetness. This is the closest he’s gotten to your sweet core in so long and he’s blissed out at the thought.
He misses you. He can’t do life without you- and he doesn’t want to.
He cums hard into your panties, soaking the material in his semen, wishing it was you. He says your name- over and over again, in hopes that it brings you back to him.
He thinks about taking the toy, maybe stealing the batteries, but no. He decides to wait. He wants to hear you pleasure yourself with it one more time, without knowing that the same toy was pressed against his cock today. He’ll know, though. He’ll have the sick satisfaction of knowing that he touched the same toy you’ll use on yourself. It’ll be like you’re rubbing his cock on your pussy. He grows hard again at the thought.
~
Someone asks you on a date, and you say yes. How could you? It’s only been eight months, is that how long it took you to get over him?
He knows it’s not true, you’re not over him. He hears you say as much to Allison.
But you’re trying to.
It makes his blood boil.
“Yeah, hopefully, I get a good orgasm out of this date. My vibe stopped working and I haven’t had time to get another. Hopefully Jon is packing.” You say with a tired sigh.
He gets every detail of this planned date. The place. The time. The person.
It doesn’t take him long to find out everything about your date. His credit score, his place of birth, his arrest record.
This man isn’t good enough for you.
~
He’s in your apartment again, sifting through some of the dresses you tossed on your bed- options for your date tonight. He touches the skintight black dress that you once wore on a date with him. His chest aches with the thought of seeing you wear it for someone else. He quickly decides that there’s no way that’s going to happen.
He pulls his knife out and makes a small tear in the dress, in a spot where you’d be able to see it easily. He makes sure it’s repairable, so that one day you’d wear it again for him. But you’re definitely not going to wear it for a random guy tonight.
His eyes spot another dress, light pink. He remembers this one too. He remembers flipping your skirt up and fucking you senseless, fingers pressed into your mouth to stop you from making too much noise.
He picks it up gently, as if holding it too tightly will make it crumble in his palms.
He raises it to his nose to smell your laundry detergent. He closes his eyes and thinks about you. He sways on his feet, thinking about the way he danced with you that night, the way your eyes glittered in the starlight. He misses you, and you must miss him too.
It’s like a punch to the gut when he finds the condoms. They’re in a plastic bag on your kitchen counter, you must have just bought them on your way home yesterday. You were actually thinking about having sex with other men?
Everything becomes too real for him after that.
His breathing comes shakily, his body unwilling to take in any air. He’s having a panic attack. His skin prickles, his head filled with thoughts of you naked with someone else.
It takes him a few minutes before he can reign in his emotions. His hands continue to shake long after he catches his breath.
You’re really trying to move on from him, but he’s not going to let you go.
~
You’re going insane. First you find a hole in your favourite dress and now you can’t find the stupid condoms you bought.
You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. Everything’s okay, you have other dresses, you can get more condoms. Everything is fine.
It doesn’t feel fine though, it feels…strange. To be doing this with someone other than him.
Your shoulders sag. Maybe it was too soon.
You suck in a breath.
No, you could do this. He didn’t love you, and that’s his problem.
Billy Russo would not break you.
~
You looked beautiful. Sitting patiently in the restaurant, waiting for your date. He wondered how long you’d wait before you realized he wouldn’t be coming.
Jon was an easy target. It wasn’t hard to stage a mugging, hire some guys to steal his phone and break his arm. He couldn’t blame Jon though, you really were a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful, in your dark red dress. He knows from earlier that you have matching lingerie on underneath.
Seeing the crimson set earlier set his blood boiling, that you would wear this for another man was too painful to bear. He had pressed the lingerie to his chest, hoping to get some of his scent on it, hoping that it would make you change your mind.
You were his. You just didn’t know it yet.
Two hours.
You’ve been waiting for two hours, and Billy has been tormenting himself for most of it. He wants to go in. He wants to see your face when you see him. He wants to sit at your table and watch your reaction when he tells you that your date won’t be coming. He wants the satisfaction of telling you how much of you belongs to him.
He oscillates on the sidewalk for a minute before deciding against it and turning to walk off. If only there was a way to make you forgive him, to prove to you that he could change-
“Billy?”
He stops, heart aching as he spins around to see you.
Your eyes are wide, drinking him in. You look like you haven’t slept in a while. He’s sure he looks the same.
“Hey princess.” He says, looking down.
“You have to stop sending me flowers.”
He laughs, shaking his head.
“Not a chance. I won’t stop until I die.”
You move closer to him, hoping to catch the smell of his cologne.
“It’s too late. You know it’s too late. You lost me the minute you kissed her.”
His throat constricts.
He watches the tears well up in your eyes. He wants to go to you, close the distance and sink to his knees, wrap his arms around you and beg.
“I’ll never stop trying.”
You shake your head, turning away from him, unable to say anything more. He doesn’t go after you- at least not immediately. He takes his time following you home, making sure you’re safe.
Mixing sleeping pills with wine is probably not a good idea, but you do it anyway. You just want to forget that you ever met him. Forget that you ever loved him.
You sob a little into the wine glass, watching your tears mix with the sweet red. It doesn’t take long for the fatigue to slam into you. You barely have time to put your wine glass down and plug your phone in to charge before you’re out.
Billy waits twenty minutes in silence, making sure you’re properly asleep before going in. It’s the first time he’s ever been in here while you were too.
He makes a beeline for your bed, finding you dressed in one of his old, t-shirts. His mouth parts at the sight. It almost feels like you’re still together, like he can just slip into your bed and hold you- wake up with you in his arms.
He lifts a hand to your face, gently palming at your soft skin. You don’t move, you don’t make a sound. He leans down to kiss your cheek, savouring the way you feel. He can’t help it, he can’t resist rubbing his face against your cheek, missing the way you feel. He presses his nose into your hair and groans. Your hair is soft, just like he remembers, the smell of your shampoo causes a stirring in his pants.
He grips your chin, turning your head upwards. His eyes screw shut as he leans in. He wants to cry at how good your lips feel on his. Everything in his head goes quiet. He can finally let a clear thought through.
Once he’s started, he finds trouble in getting control of himself. One second he’s kissing your lips, the next he’s peeling back the covers and pushing his shirt up your body.
He looks at you for a second, bare beneath the shirt, ready and waiting for him, as if you knew he would try to do this.
He doesn’t hesitate to kiss at your breasts, moaning quietly at the feel of your soft skin under him. He bites his lip, pressing your breasts together to rub his face between them.
“I miss you so much.” He whispers into your skin.
He kisses lower, over your ribs, down your stomach till he’s over your womb. He notices that you’re thicker around your stomach and thighs- having gained a bit more weight since the breakup.
“I regret hurting you so much. Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me.”
Saying the words out loud for the first time both hurts and soothes him.
He presses his nose into the area right above your mound, closing his eyes.
This is wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this.
This could be the only chance you get to feel her, to taste her. A voice in the back of his head responds.
He groans in quiet agreement with the voice. What if this was his last chance? What if he never got another opportunity like this again?
He lets out a puff of air, parting your legs easily. He groans at the sight of your unused pussy- dripping from his earlier fondling.
Even in your sleep- you’re ready to take him.
He guides one of your legs over his shoulder. He glances up at you to make sure that you haven’t stirred, but you’re in such a deep sleep that he doesn’t think anything could wake you.
Which is good for him, Billy wonders if you’ll cum from his touch.
He takes his time, leaning in, kissing your lower lips, slipping his tongue out to catch a taste of you.
Delicious.
He’s like a starving man at that point, burying his face into your heat, licking at you gently. He moves like he’s got all the time in the world- because in a way he does. He knows his final goal is to pull you into orgasmic bliss, but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the journey.
And enjoy he does. He licks and sucks at every inch of your pussy, tasting delicate parts of you just because he can, just because you won’t- can’t stop him.
“Mine.” He moans into your core. He pauses to press his face into your soft thigh. As much as he tries, he can’t stay away from the apex of your thighs for too long. It’s his safe space now, where he feels whole. He finally accepts that this is where he belongs, between your thighs, worshipping your body the way you deserve.
Your body stiffens as you cum, arching gently with a small gasp. He looks up in awe, watching you cum for him in your sleep. Even unconscious, you know you’re his.
He doesn’t clean up your wetness, hoping to hear your reaction when you find yourself uncomfortably wet in the morning. He kisses his way up your body, feeling your soft tummy one more time before tugging his shirt back down.
He lays his body beside you, watching you as you sleep, one of his hands stroking the top of your head the way he knows you like. You give a contented sigh in your sleep and he smiles to himself.
“I’m not gonna let you go, Y/N.”
He leans forward to kiss your forehead.
“I’m not going to let you let me go, either. I promise.”
~
You’re surprisingly well rested in the morning. You gasp when you feel the sicky wetness between your thighs. Surely the slightly raunchy dream you had last night hadn’t caused…this?
You had dreamt about him again, calling your name so sweetly while he fucked you senseless.
You take a deep breath, and freeze. Seeing him last night must have really done quite a number on you because you can still smell him. You close your eyes and take in another deep breath. Definitely him.
You feel your clit throb in response to his smell and you groan in defeat.
It couldn’t hurt to think about your ex while you touched yourself, right?
It’s not like you were going to get back together with him anyway.
~
He’s sitting in his office at work, listening to your soft breaths as you sleep. He hears the small groan you make when you wake.
He’s typing on his computer when you moan his name for the first time. His fingers halt, trying to discern whether this was happening in real like or not.
He hears it again. Definitely real.
Fuck
He’s painfully stiff in seconds. You’re thinking about him. You’re thinking about him as you touch yourself. Your head is probably filled with thoughts of him fucking you.
He swears out loud, tucking the lower half of his body deeper under his desk as he unzips his pants hastily.
“Oh, Billy.” You beg.
He can’t help responding to you, as if you can hear him, as if he’s with you.
“Right here, baby. So good for me.” He murmurs under his breath.
“Promise me you won’t leave.” You stutter out.
He lets out a frustrated groan. Leave it to you to say such intimate things while you get off.
He pumps his cock faster, waiting for the gasping moan that you make when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure- on the brink of orgasm.
“I wish I could be yours again.” You sigh.
You are. You are mine. He thinks.
“Oh! Fuck! Yes, I’m-“
There it is.
He comes with you, miles apart but pleasures in sync. He uses a tissue to catch his spend, cleaning himself up swiftly and righting his clothes.
“That was so fucked up.” He hears you whisper to yourself.
WARNINGS: NON-CON/RAPE (Your consumption of this is your own choice.)(18+),oral (m receiving), knifeplay, gunplay, anal rimming, object insertion (hairbrush), spanking (also hairbrush), unprotected sex, bondage, spit play.
Part 2
Summary: You see him over the crowd in a Halloween party, and mark him as a target. He does the same to you.
You had your eyes glued to him from the minute he walked into the party. He may have been dressed in casual wear, but you knew a rich man when you saw one. He was dressed in a deep red shirt and some dark blue cargo pants, paired with beautiful combat boots and topped with a leather jacket that almost definitely costed more than your monthly rent. You couldn’t see the top half of his face- he had worn a beautiful velvet mask to hide his identity. He also had a pair of black horns, shooting up from his perfectly styled head.
He was the perfect target.
You did your best to subtly draw his attention to you. It wasn't too hard to do based on the way you were dressed. Short white dress, denim jacket, he had probably already noticed you.
Just to make sure though, you embedded yourself at the edge of the dance floor, in a spot that you knew he could see you clearly. You glanced at him and smiled, moving your body to the beat of the music and beckoning him to come closer. He grins when he sees you, no doubt appreciating the irony of your white mask and the angel wings on your back.
You sway to the beat of the music, turning your back to him, waiting to see if he would take the bait.
You manage to notice someone on the other side of the room though, dressed like a Greek god, already making his way toward you.
You raise your arms over your head, knowing that the skirt of your dress is so short that it'll give your target a good eyeful of the lower half of your ass.
You keep your eyes fixed on the blonde though, who is already halfway to you. He stops suddenly and glances behind you, before moving away.
A warm body presses into you, hands coming up to cup at your sides and press you flush to him, crushing the white wings a little. When you see the sleeves of his leather jacket come into view, you smile to yourself.
Jackpot.
You roll your body over his, appreciating the mass of solid muscle that he is. Turning in his arms, you meet his eyes.
You smile and move your body against his, pressing your hips snug to his, leaving no room for air.
You slide your hands from his shoulders down his chest, appreciating the soft leather, before slipping your hands under it. His hands explore your body as well, gripping at your backside through the white dress you're wearing.
You raise your head to his and kiss him slowly. At the same time, you slip your hand into the pocket of his jacket and you sneak his wallet out, slipping it into your denim jacket.
You kiss him harder to distract from your slight of hand, your masks bumping into each other forcefully as you explore each others' mouths.
You're sure this looks really funny from a third person's perspective- a demon and an angel, kissing. The music beats around you, but you let yourself enjoy this stranger's lips for a moment longer. You pull away from him with a smile, and then you're gone.
You toss the mask and the wings into a nearby trash can and run as fast as you can from the party. You don't stop until you're a safe distance away. You chuckle as you dip into a darkened alley and examine the contents of the wallet you just stole. You catch a glimpse of his face from his ID card and your eyebrows shoot up at how ridiculously handsome he is. You smile, deciding to hop to a few more parties before making your way home.
Billy doesn't realise that he's missing something at first. Too entranced with the pretty angel that just left him and ran, after kissing him so sweetly. It's only when he's searching for his keys, that he even realises his wallet is missing.
The fuck?
He checks his pockets again. It's definitely missing. The last time he was sure he had it, was just before that angel-
He clenches his jaw. She might have looked like an angel, but she was just a little thief underneath that pretty white dress. Billy is furious. Nobody steals from him and gets away with it. He looks around the neighbourhood, and catches sight of a street camera a corner away.
He smiles with excitement.
Game on.
You sigh a breath of relief when your apartment door closes behind you. You toss your keys into the bowl near the door and kick off shoes. You don’t notice the figure hidden in the shadows until it’s way too late.
He’s watching you, watching as you unlock your phone to tell your friends that you’re safe at home. He watches you open some of the messages you have and smile at the silly videos your friends have sent you. He waits until you drop the phone onto your kitchen counter to reveal himself.
You feel something press against your back before you hear a gun cock right by your ear. You gasp and stiffen, feeling a hand hold you securely in place.
“Make a sound, and I’ll blow your brains out.”
The figure spins you around to look at him. It’s the same handsome guy from earlier- the one you bumped into – the one whose wallet you have stashed in the pocket of your denim jacket.
Your eyes widen with recognition.
He keeps the gun pressed to your temple.
“You stole my wallet, pretty girl.”
Your mouth tries to form words, but you’re frozen in fear.
You feel his hands dip into your pockets, searching for the expensive square of leather.
When he finds it, he pulls it out to show you.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You manage to gasp.
“I work hard for every dollar I have in here,” he hisses, tapping the wallet gently against your nose, “What gives you the right to steal from me?”
He watches the tears slip from your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper again.
“Not yet.” He promises.
He’s pushing you along slowly, you stumble to keep up with him, unable to look away from him, to see where he’s leading you.
When the back of your knees bump into your bed, you whimper gently.
“Please mister, please let me go.”
“Shut up.” He orders, “Don’t make a fucking sound unless I ask you to, and I’ll let you live.”
He puts something cold and metal into the palm of your hands.
“Cuff one of your hands to the bed.” He says, pressing the barrel of the gun into your skin, daring you to protest.
He watches your barely covered ass as you crawl up the bed to follow his command. You cuff your less dominant hand, hoping that you'll get an opportunity to fight back at some point with the other hand. You swallow and look up at him, waiting for more instructions.
He places the gun onto your nightstand and you breathe a sigh of relief. He moves his way over to you, to hover above you. You’re curled into a defensive ball, watching his every move. Your room is dark, save for the streetlights outside, illuminating half of the man’s beautiful face.
“Don’t hurt me.” You beg.
He sighs, and pulls a knife from the back of his pants. Your eyes widen in fear.
“Don’t move.” He says easily.
He runs the sharp edge of the blade over your cheek and down your neck. He pulls your legs down so that he has access to your chest. You whimper in worry, pleading with your eyes as best as you can.
“If you were anyone else, I’d kill you as soon as you walked in the door.” He tucks the knife under your jacket, giving a tug at the seams so that they rip free.
“But you looked so delectable tonight baby. I just had to have a taste.”
His words sink into you, your face dropping in shock.
Surely he couldn’t mean to-
You gasp as he cuts your beautiful denim jacket from your skin. Leaving you in the short white summer dress that you had decided to wear out tonight. You panic and push him back with your free hand.
“Stop!” you plead.
He barely moves with the force of your push, he smiles and backs off. You watch as he shrugs his leather jacket off, rolling his shoulders and putting down the knife.
You curl back into a ball as you watch him circle your room. He picks up your wooden hairbrush from your dresser and examines it with a hum, before placing it on your bed.
You swallow again, vision blurry with tears as you watch him open your underwear drawer and rifle through your panties.
“You only have cotton in here. No lace?” he turns back to glance at you, “You expect me to believe a little thief like you isn’t a whore?”
“’m not a whore.” You murmur without thinking.
You watch him hold some of your pink panties up to the light, clenching them in his fist, before pushing them into his pocket. He continues his perusal through your room before making a sound of disappointment in the back of his throat.
“Where’s your vibrator?”
You don’t answer, looking down at the edge of your dress and trying to do your best to pretend he’s not there.
You mewl in protest when he grips your jaw and tilts your face up to meet his. His dark eyes bore into yours. You raise your hand to fight at him, but he catches it easily, pinning it back to the headboard.
He growls and presses his mouth to yours, and he enjoys the struggle you attempt beneath him. He licks at your lips and squeezes your jaw until your mouth pops open. You feel his tongue exploring your mouth invasively, licking over your teeth and pressing into the inside of your cheeks.
Angrily, you bite down on his tongue, but not hard enough to cause any damage because of the firm grip he has on your jaw. He pulls back with a hiss of pain anyway, you still managed to give his tongue a solid bite. He rears his hand back, and you squeeze your eyes shut for the impact. However, you only feel a gentle sting to your cheek as he pats you a little harshly.
Your eyes look up to meet his.
“You should be nice to me pretty girl, or not, I really don’t care.” He laughs in your face, “Now, where’s that vibe of yours?”
“I don’t have one.” You say angrily, looking away from him.
“Then what do you use to play with that kitty of yours?”
Your eyes dart to the hairbrush that he placed at the edge of your bed. He follows your line of sight and laughs with realization.
“Fuck. That’s really hot.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Ever had sex before?”
You refuse to answer his question.
He huffs and reaches under your skirt. You wriggle and fight to kick at him, but all you really do is help him slide your panties down your legs and off your body.
He doesn’t give you a chance to curl back into a ball. He gives your hips a tug, so that you end up on your back. He then folds your legs over your head so that his face is directly on your pussy. He makes sure that you can see him clearly. He wants you to watch as he violates your pretty flower.
“I asked you a question.” He says, his breath fanning over your pussy. You try to swing your legs or close them, but he holds your thighs perfectly in place, keeping you open to the cool air.
“Yes, I’ve had sex!” you relent, “but but but, I’ve only done it once in college!”
He hums, loving your sweet innocence.
“What about oral?” he asks, his fingers gently grazing your clit, “Has anyone ever licked this pretty cunt?”
“Noo,” you cry, “Please stop.”
He ignores your plead.
“Guess I’ll be the first person to lick these tight holes.”
You barely register the fact that he says ‘holes’ before you feel his tongue at your back entrance.
“Stop.” You beg, watching his tongue as it swirls around you.
You feel as he presses his tongue in, and you wiggle once more, trying to fight the intrusion.
He moans, coating the tight ring of muscle with a generous amount of saliva. He keeps you curled, with your knees firmly in line with your ears. He pulls back to look at you, a string of spit connecting his mouth to your back entrance. He smiles, using his fingers to massage the ring of muscle gently, watching you as you look helplessly at him.
When his eyes finally focus on your pussy, he smiles.
“You have no experience, but you’re still clearly a whore, look at how wet you got from me just licking that tight ass of yours.”
He reaches behind him to grab the hairbrush. He watches your eyes widen in fear.
He drops his mouth back down to continue his assault of your other hole. He waits until you part your mouth in shock, and maybe pleasure, to slip the handle of the brush into your mouth.
You make a noise of protest in the back of your throat that eventually gets silenced when he forces the handle of the brush deeper into your mouth. The handcuffs jingle as you try to pull free.
He stays there for a while, rocking the handle of the hairbrush in and out of your mouth while he rims you.
He then tugs the handle of the hairbrush from your mouth and you cough gently.
You watch in horror as he presses the tip of the spit-slicked handle to your entrance.
You try to throw him off, anything to stop him, but it’s no use.
He makes sure you’re watching as he presses the handle of the hairbrush into your pussy.
You cry out at the sensation you’re familiar with, but your eyes fill with tears as you watch the unfamiliar man rock the handle of the brush deeper into you.
“Stop. Stop. Please!”
He loves the sight of your pussy swallowing the wooden handle, his mouth easing back down to continue rimming you.
He keeps the pace slow, thoroughly enjoying your begging and pleading. He’s glad he didn’t gag you, your high pitched whimpers are music to his ears. His cock is aching in his pants, but he’s only getting started.
You back begins to hurt in this position, but all you can focus on is his tongue and the hairbrush as they work together to torment you.
You finally go quiet and he feels resistance in moving the hairbrush, meaning that you must be clenching hard around it.
Your eyes are closed, and your thighs are quivering.
He gives you a shit-eating grin when you finally open your eyes to look up at him. He slips the handle out of your pussy, appreciating the juices coating the brush.
“I can’t believe you just came from having a stranger fuck you with your own hairbrush.
He uncurls your body, laying you flat on the bed, he straddles your body, your wrist still gripped firmly in his hand. You sigh in relief when the pain on your back eases.
You tug at your cuffed hand weakly, “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, please.”
“Let you go?” he says lightly, “But I haven’t even gotten a chance to fuck that thieving little pussy yet.”
You gasp out a sob at his words.
He smiles, running the tips of his fingers over your chest. You squirm in an attempt to avoid him. He slips the straps of your bra and your dress down your shoulders. His touch tickles your skin and you realize that he’s let your arm go.
You don’t hesitate to punch him square in the stomach. He grunts, and you take the opportunity of his distraction to buck your hips.
He grabs the headboard quickly, getting his balance as you fight to throw him off of you.
You go still when he reaches for the gun.
“No! wait please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
His eyes are dark and consuming as he looks at the gun, a small smirk at the corner of his lips.
You shut your eyes as he presses the barrel of the gun against your head.
“Beg for your life.”
“Please don’t kill me,” you say holding back sobs, “I won’t fight back anymore please please please I’ll be a good girl.”
“Will you suck my cock to live?”
“Yes! I’ll do it.”
“Why don't you show me?”
“Wh- What?” You open your eyes in confusion. He drags the tip of the gun down the bridge of your nose and hovers over your lips.
“Show me how you’d suck my cock.”
Your lips tremble as you part them, eyes fixed on his, trying to read the emotions on his face.
Your face is hot as you raise your head to let the barrel of his gun slide into your mouth. The ridges of the gun catch on the sensitive parts on the inside of your cheek as you hollow them gently.
He groans and moves his body higher until he’s straddling your chest, but not applying any pressure. His other hand grips the back of your head and you don’t fight him when he starts moving your head back and forth. You try to get the barrel of the gun as wet as possible with your spit, hoping to please him into sparing your life. You gag as it hits the back of your throat. Finally, he smiles.
“Oh, you really are a good girl under all that fire huh? It’s a shame you had to steal from me, else I’d be pampering you instead.”
He slips the gun out of your mouth and instantly replaces it with his hard cock. Your jaw aches as you open to accommodate his length and girth. He presses the gun back to your forehead, silently warning you against trying anything to anger him. You raise your hand slowly, eyes fixed on his, letting him know your intention. He gives you a quick nod and you wrap your hand around the rest of his erection that can’t fit in your mouth.
“Y’mouth does really good work baby. Where’d you learn to suck cock like that? Do you let other boys into your mouth like this?” He knocks your hand away and pushes himself into your mouth fully. You kick your legs at the uncomfortable intrusion, tapping on his thigh, eyes pleading for mercy. He moans.
He ignores your silent begging for a moment longer, watching your eyes water before he pulls back.
You cough and sputter once again, trying to get air back into your aching lungs.
You’re trying to get a grip on yourself when he moves back and takes hold of your jaw and tilts your head up to face his.
“Show me your tongue.”
Confused, you open your mouth slowly and extend your tongue past your lips for him to see.
He sucks on his tongue briefly before letting a dollop of his saliva slip from his mouth.
You blink in surprise as his warm spit falls on your tongue.
“Swallow.” He says, his voice is rough and demanding, leaving no room for disobedience.
You do as he says, reopening your mouth to prove to him that you followed his command.
You watch as he studies you, drinking in your fearful expression… mixed with something exciting.
“You really are, such a pretty girl.” He says, running his fingers over your chest. He pushes the front of your dress down slowly, exposing your breasts to the open air.
You shiver when he grazes his fingers over your breasts. You barely flinch away when he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers.
You glance down at his hands, watching the way they trail across your skin.
“Please stop.” You try again.
He pouts at you, “But I don’t want to.”
He slots himself between your legs, pressing his cock snugly into the tight space between your thighs.
You cry out and shake your head.
“No, no no no, please sir, please mister please don’t.”
He listens to your pathetic begging. You watch his eyes widen and he pulls back a little. For a second you think he’s about to apologize and stop his assault. It's all pretend though, he laughs when he sees the hope spark in your expression.
Instead, his hand comes up to run his fingers through your folds. He huffs and grabs you by the back of your head, pulling you forward harshly towards him. Your bound hand is stretched almost painfully as he pulls your face to his.
He’s a breath away when he raises his other hand into your line of sight. You glance at it, seeing the wetness of your pussy drenching his fingers.
“If you didn’t want this, then why is your cunt fucking dripping for my cock hmm?” He gives a harsh tug to your hair and you yelp.
“You better answer me, or I’ll spank you with that same hairbrush I fucked you with earlier.”
Your eyes grow wide.
“I- I-“
He laughs, his mouth slants over yours, swallowing any sounds you were about to make.
“Too late.” He says simply.
"No! Please- ah!"
He flips you around so that you're on your stomach, with the bottom half of your body draped over his lap.
Billy's having way too much fun with you. He just loves the way you struggle and try to fight him. He could get used to you, keep you locked up. He loves the idea of coming home to you and having his way with you anytime he wants.
He gently pushes the skirt of your dress up your body. He groans when he sees your pretty ass on display like this. He catches sight of the wetness glistening between your folds and he can't help slipping his fingers through them.
Your squirming picks up and he grabs the back of your head and tugs your head back as far at it will go.
"Stop fucking moving and I'll consider letting you live after I'm done with you."
Your breaths come in small shudders. He feels you go still in his lap. He smiles and releases your hair.
You feel his fingers continue their probing of your wetness, you sigh and bury your face into the bed, quietly accepting your fate. You feel his fingers swirl around your clit and you jerk helplessly when you feel him pinch at the swollen bud.
You cry out harshly when the back end of the brush makes contact with your behind.
You try your best not to struggle, worried about his earlier threat. Was he really thinking to kill you after this?
He spanks you several times on each cheek, painfully, until there's streams of tears flowing down your face.
He can't help it, you just look so cute as you shake and quiver from his ruthless punishment. He presses his face into one of the round globes of your backside, feeling the heat of your skin warm his cheek.
Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
"Ow!" You say when his bearded cheek scratches at your sensitive skin. He makes sure to rub his face in just a little bit more, giving your sore flesh a nip of his teeth.
You don't fight him, which makes him a little upset.
"Okay, okay," he relents, rubbing the flat of his palm over your ass, "I won't kill you when I'm done with you, I promise. I won’t get too mad if you fight back either. You still can't scream though."
You whimper.
"Let me go." You beg.
He turns you back to your original position- flat on your back, with his body securely between your thighs.
You watch him think about your words, rolling his shoulders in thought.
"Nah." He finally says, before he's sliding his thick cock into you.
"No please no." You sob.
His lips part in pleasure.
"So fuckin tight." He says, sinking deeper into you until he bottoms out.
Your hand hits at him desperately, trying to push him back.
He grips your wrist in his hand easily and pins it next to your head.
He's so big, stretching you open uncomfortably. You're only a little glad that he didn't force himself into you immediately, making sure you at least got wet before his assault.
He leans forward to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth without any protest from you. You don't kiss back, opting to just let him have his way.
His pace picks up and you gasp in unwelcomed pleasure.
"There she is." He praises, "I bet you're thievin' little pussy loves this."
He circles his hips and you fight back another gasp.
"No, please, stop."
He laughs in your face, pounding into you harder.
"No please stop." He mocks in a light voice, "As if I can't feel you clenching around me."
Your body arches in response to your pending orgasm.
"'Bout to cum for me, little thief? Do it. Cum on my cock."
You shake your head in denial, but you both can feel it.
You squeeze his cock hard as your orgasm hits you. Trying to fight off the orgasm for so long has only intensified the oncoming pleasure. Your body shakes beneath him as you stutter out a moan, unable to hold back.
You drench his cock when you cum and it fills him with a sick sense of pleasure with the knowledge that you got off on your own violation.
"So cute." He says, watching the way he slips out of you.
"Will you let me go now?" You ask pleadingly.
His smile is sinister.
"Want me to let you go now little thief? But I didn't get to cum yet. Don't you want me to cum in that tight pussy?"
"No! Please don't! I- I'm not on any birth control! Please please no."
He laughs.
"Oh no." He says, pulling you onto a sitting position on his lap. Your arm is pulled taut again, leaving you to grasp for balance on his shoulder. He hasn't taken off any of his clothes but you're exposed in every place that matters.
"Whatever shall we do?" He teases as he slides you back onto his cock.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying your hardest to be any place but where you are.
His cock is a constant reminder though, pumping you full and stretching you out. Your sensitive ass rubs against the coarse material of his pants, constantly reminding you of your current predicament.
He slows his rough pace and you open your eyes to look down at him.
His gaze hasn't left yours, soaking in the pleasured look you're fighting back.
"Spit in my mouth."
You shake your head and turn away from him.
"C'mon little thief, you're doing so well, don't make me reach for my gun again."
Your lips tremble as you turn back to him in defeat.
You gather some saliva at the tip of your tongue, and watches as he opens his mouth for you. You let it slip past your lips and watches as it coats his tongue. He moans and fucks up into you faster. He closes his mouth and swallows.
"Now you're inside me too."
You bite your lips as you cum for a second time, resting your weight on his, resigned to your fate. He kisses your cheek as you let him use you in any way he wants.
He kisses at your exposed breasts and you whine, hoping that he cums soon.
"Want you to cum one more time thief, can you do that f'me?"
"No." You whine.
His pace picks up and you cry out.
"Yeah you can, come on, show me how much you really loved my cock. Come for me."
"No, no, no!"
Your orgasm hits anyway, disregarding anything your mind has to say about it. You don't think about the consequences when you rear your hand back to slap him hard.
He gives the opposite reaction from what you expect, burying himself deep into you and groaning while he cums hard. You feel his warm spend, and the pulsing of his cock as he fills you.
He slips himself out and groans as he watches his cum drip from you.
"Will you let me go now?" You ask meekly.
He presses a kiss to your lips, hands grabbing at your sore ass.
Warnings: Dub-con, canon-typical violence, mentions of injuries and blood, intentional use of sex pollen, smut (18+), bondage (f and m), anal plug, oral (f), spanking, semi-public sex, obsessive thoughts and behaviour. (These warnings carry across to all parts!)
Summary: You're a reincarnation of the goddess of spring and you ask your friend, Billy Russo for some help with a mission. Billy's had a crush on you for a long while, but he's insecure about his new scars and doesn't think he's worthy of you. He's given a once in a lifetime chance on the mission, and he'd be a fool not to take it.
Just a dirty idea I just had...but ex Billy seeing you at a bar or club having a date and just taking you to the bathroom to fuck you and remind you that no one can fuck you as good as him
NSFW warning:
"Is this what you were looking for? Hmmm? Is this what you want?"
You can't answer with the way he's rocking into you. Barely moving because he knows it's been a while since you took him and that he didn't have a chance to open you up properly.
"If you wanted cock, all you had to do was call."
This time you force yourself to speak.
"We br-broke up." You stutter.
"Doesn't mean we have to stop fucking." He grabs your face and hovers his lips over yours.
"Doesn't mean you're not mine."
"I'm not. I'm not yours."
He gives you a deep thrust and you gasp, pleasure bleeding into pain. A smile growing on his face.
"You gonna kiss him with that lying mouth too? Gonna kiss him after you've kissed me?"
"No..." Your toes curl as your orgasm approaches.
"Good, cause I'll kill the next man that touches you." He whispers in your ear, and you clench hard around him as you cum.
Summary: You and Billy chose to spend date night in tonight, opting for a quiet evening together. You get interrupted, though, right as things were getting good. Billy has an idea to keep things fun though.
TW: 18+, explicit, smut, language
Tagging: @eginv-blog @rachlovesactors
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You were finishing the dishes together, you washing as he dried. It had been a busy week for you both, and you decided to spend date night in. When you finished with the dishes, you moved into the other room, collapsing onto the couch.
You curled into Billy's side as he grabbed the remote. You chose an action movie you thought you'd enjoy, settling on Clear and Present Danger.
Billy pulled you onto his lap, and tucked his head into the crook of your neck. He pressed gentle kisses to the soft skin, and inched his hand up your thigh.
"Billy..."
"Shh, sweetheart... Just focus on the movie."
He dipped his hand behind the waistband of your pants, brushing the aching wetness of your arousal. He slid a slender finger through the top of your panties, and teased your clit. You let out a small whine, and he chuckled at the noise. He inserted another finger, loving how your walls clenched around him. Billy started pumping inside you, making sure to curl his finger to hit the spot he knows makes your toes curl.
"Fuck, Billy... 'm gonna cum..."
"Cum for me, beautiful..."
As he kissed your neck again you snapped, your arousal overtaking your senses. He helped you through your high, letting you catch your breath when you were done. He lifted you off his lap, undoing his belt and lowering his pants. You pulled down yours, stepping out of your pants your panties around your calves.
He pulled you back down onto him, adjusting the two of you so he was lined up at your entrance. With one thrust of his hips, Billy was buried in you. It felt so good, his cock just the right size.
"You feel so good, sweetheart, such a good girl for me..."
He pulled you into a bruising kiss, his tongue claiming dominance in your mouth. Your hips rolled in time with his, creating the friction you so desperately needed.
At this moment, Billy's phone rang. Normally he would've ignored it, but seeing it was Frank on the other end, he couldn't leave him hanging like that.
"Now, be a good girl and don't move. Stay perfectly still for me."
You nodded, your voice wavering slightly. "Yes sir."
You were so close, and now you were losing the contact you desired. You fought the urge to move, the temptation almost getting the best of you.
"Hey, Frankie, what's up?" He paused as you assumed Frank was speaking. "Yeah, I can meet you there. When? Tonight? Ah, Frankie, you see-" He flashed you a devilish smirk. "You know what? I'm almost done here. I'll be there soon. How's Maria and the kids?"
Another pause, this one much longer than the first. You were getting desperate now, the feeling of his dick in you but not being able to move getting too much for you. You shifted a little to try and get a better angle, but Billy grabbed your hip roughly. He fixed his gaze on you and gave you a stern look. He wasn't joking around, and you were pushing your luck.
"Yeah... mhm... that's great, Frankie. Ok... I'll see you soon... bye."
He hung up the phone, and tossed it across the room. He pounded into you, setting a fast and rough pace. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room, the noises sinful.
"Such a naughty girl, disobeying me. I think I should punish you, don't you?"
You moaned, trying to form a coherent thought. "No, sir... please..."
"No? You don't think so, huh?"
You nodded quickly, and the coil in your stomach tightened further.
He kissed you, your hands tangling in his hair, cupping his cheek. "I'll let it slide, just this once."
"Billy... I'm so close..."
"Me too, Y/N... I'm almost there..."
He bucked into you a few more times, and you buried your face in his neck as you came a second time. Billy finished a moment after you, your orgasm spurring on his own. Panting, he pulled you in for a slow kiss. His hands roamed your body, sighing when he pulled away.
"I'll be back soon. We'll finish this later."
You kissed him again, a smirk on your face. "Hurry back. I might not be able to wait..."
You were teasing him and he knew it. He replied with his own wolfish grin, and flipped you over, before getting up to leave.
You couldn't wait for Billy to come back home. God, you loved date night.
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THE END
Author's Notes: Here's one for Billy today! I felt this prompt would be a good one for him. If you liked it, please like, reblog, and comment! If you want to be tagged for a character's future works, let me know and I'll add you to the list. Requests are open, check the link in my masterlist to see who I write for. I can't wait to hear what you guys have to say! I love you all so much!! - Butterfly
Billy moves in with you and hears you hooking up with your ex and decides you deserve better
May or may not be inspired by me hooking up with my ex last night after too many tequilas and let’s just say it was still as disappointing a year after our break up lmao
Dear anon, I hear ya… Everytime I drink Tequila shit happens...but I love Tequila #SueMe I hope you enjoy this! xo
Just for tonight
Billy Russo x Reader
Rating: Explicit 18+
Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, more smutses and hobbitses...
A/N: Went with something a lil' different. It's Marine!Billy. So he just joined up the Marine and became buddies with Frank.
"Shitshitshit...Please be late, please be late," you mumbled on your bike going way faster than it was safer in NYC. The asshole taking over at your job showed up late which made YOU late to get home in time. You cut corners and made a few drivers swear loudly but time was of the essence. You've been looking for a new roommate since you dumped your ex-asshole and this Billy guy was the first one to seem decent enough to consider. The thought of living with someone you didn't really know made you anxious but you just couldn't afford the place alone. You hated moving out and the place was perfect. You really didn't want to let it go...so random roommate it was!
You turned the last corner and cursed under your breath when you saw someone sitting on the stairs in front of the door waiting. You hit the brakes hard and the bike came to a full stop with a loud squeal.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! The asshole taking over at work showed up late and I swear every fucking cab in the city tried to run me over on my way home," you apologized, not really looking up at him yet. You locked your bike safely, still mumbling about your luck these days and finally looked up to properly greet him. You weren't sure what you were expecting but definitely not Mister tall, dark and handsome army guy. He was wearing the usual green army uniform and it fitted him like a glove. You stared at him, speechless, like a fucking idiot...you couldn’t help it.
"It's alright, I was a bit early anyway," he said with a shrug, a small smirk on as he looked at you. He stood up and offered his hand politely. You shook it, giving him a firm handshake back and a bashful smile.
"It was kind of you to wait for me, private Russo," you teased him, reading his name on his uniform.
He snorted, shaking his head looking down at his brand new uniform.
"Yeah, just signed up a few months ago actually. Reason why I'm lookin' for a place in the area," he said casually, leaning over the railing looking at you. He had seen your ad in the paper the other day and called you last evening to see if it'd be possible to visit and all. You seemed like an easy-going gal and he definitely didn't mind how your ass looked in those tight jeans when you turned around to unlock the door.
"Really? I tried to join the airforce a few years back but I didn't pass medical," you said a bit embarrassed,
"Anxiety and all," you added, opening the door and turning to welcome him inside.
"Come, let me give you the tour," you proposed with a bright smile. Your smile was contagious, making him smile back at you. He nodded in thanks and followed in behind you, closing the door shut. You kicked your shoes off by the door and was glad to see he was already toeing off his combat boots without needing you to ask. You didn't like when people wore their shoes inside, it felt dirty and you were always barefooted at home so it was a big no-no.
"Alright! So!" You exclaimed after putting your bag on a hook by the door and throwing your keys in a glass bowl.
"Open floor plan, living room, kitchen is on this side with the dining table, got some stools if you wanna eat at the breakfast counter instead. One bathroom sadly but it's roomy enough for two people," you said walking around and showing him the rooms one by one. He remained quiet, taking in the place. It was perfect so far, he really wouldn't find something this nice in the city and at this price too. He liked the way you had decorated and how welcoming it felt. He would definitely enjoy living here.
"Your room would be over here. It's mostly all furnished like I explained yesterday on the phone. Queen sized bed, nightstand, desk, drawers, closet, small TV….My room is on the other side of that wall sooo put a silencer on them partners. I don't wanna hear how good of a lay you are at 4AM," you said chuckling. He joined you with his wonderful laugh, shaking his head at you. You'd definitely wouldn't mind knowing how good of a lay he'd be for yourself but you put the lewd thoughts away for now. You walked him back to the kitchen area.
"What do you say? 400$ with utilities. We get our own food but we can share stuff too. I'd appreciate a little heads up if you're thinking of moving out eventually. Hum...Oh yeah, feel free to enjoy the patio. I'm cool with you bringing company over, I'm okay with parties just don't trash the fucking place and be respectful," you said lastly, not thinking of anything else to mention.
He looked at you ramble on with a smile. He already knew he was gonna say yes the moment he looked around. He had a good feeling about this.
"I say when do you want me to move in?" He asked, leaning back on the kitchen counter. He raised an eyebrow at you with a cheeky grin. He really liked the place and he felt very comfortable with you already. You were beautiful, friendly, kind, very authentic, like you weren't trying to be someone else. He watched you grin back at him, your eyes sparkling and relief etching on your face.
"Anytime really! You can move in this week or tomorrow even," You suggested moving to the living room to put some background music on to muffle some of the city noise outside. You turned to look at him and swore you caught him checking your ass out.
"I'll go round up my stuff and I should move in tomorrow," he said, taking his wallet out to give you the first payment in cash.
"Oh wow, you could have waited for tomorrow," you said feeling a bit uncomfortable at taking his money already. He insisted and you took it with a thankful smile.
"Here you go then," you said, throwing him his set of keys. He caught them like a hawk, not a trace of surprise on his face. You made an impressed face at his reflexes and he smirked.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, roommate," he teased, taking his car keys out of his jacket.
You snorted and rolled your eyes at him, walking him to the door politely. You definitely checked his perfect ass as he bent down to put his boots back on. You looked away quickly, your cheeks giving you away like the traitors they were.
"I'll be home all day so feel free to show up whenever!" You said opening the door for him. He passed by quite close to you when he left and the scent of his cologne hit you hard. It sent a jolt of arousal right to your core, a small gasp leaving your lips. You waved him goodbye and closed the door, leaning back on it.
"Oh fuck me," you said, hitting your head back on the door with a small curse. This was going to be very interesting...
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He showed up the next day in the afternoon with a big army duffle bag and two boxes. He didn't have much, all his possessions fit in his car. He was used to it, always moving around, carrying his stuff in trash bags houses to houses growing up in the system. That's all he knew really. But he had plans. He wouldn't live like this forever. Joining the marines was gonna change his life, he was sure of it.
He spent a while in his room settling down and you let him do his things, not wanting to hover or annoy him already. You read on the couch in the living room, answering his questions here and there. He finally flopped down on the other couch sighing loudly, he was fucking famished. He groaned, knowing very well he had no food in the fridge yet and really didn't feel like doing groceries. He turned his head watching you read for a while. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow wondering what was on his mind.
"Pizza night?" He suggested, his belly already growling at the thought of it. He could always just jog it off tomorrow.
"Yeah! Sure. I got some cold ones in the fridge too," you said, closing your book. It'd definitely be a good plan to chat and get to know each other a bit too.
He raised his arms, shaking his fists in victory. It made you snort loudly. You picked your phone on the coffee table to check where you'd be ordering from.
A couple of hours and beers later you were both well fed and dying of laughter in the living room.
"You seriously have to go through that to prove your manliness or something?" You sniggered listening to his Marine stories.
"Fuck yeah we do! Went in head first, Castle followed right behind. Got to the other side covered in mud and fuckin' bruises. I live for a good fight," he said smirking, his dark eyes sparkling at the thought of it.
"Sounds like you get along pretty well with that buddy of yours," you said with a smile. You wished you had a best friend still. It turned out dating your cheating best friend wasn't quite a good idea.
"Frankie? Yeah, I love that motherfucker. He's my brother," Billy said finishing up his beer.
"A brother who's gonna kick my ass if I'm late for our run tomorrow morning," he added stretching, back arching into it. You might have enjoyed that as you finished your own drink. He rubbed his tired face and blinked at the empties on the coffee table.
"Naa, go to bed, I got this," you said waving at the empty bottles and leftover pizza on the table. You didn't mind cleaning up this time, he paid for the pizza so you could definitely do that for him.
"Alright, thanks Y/N, night," he yawned standing up to get ready for bed.
"Good night Billy," you said, watching him go with a smile.
***
It had been a few weeks since Billy had moved in and things had been going well. You got along great and he really liked hanging out with you on the couch after a long day of PT.
He was getting home from a night out with Frank, had a couple of beers with him and Maria at a pub not too far from your flat. He liked Maria a lot, she had a very motherly aura about her that just made you feel loved and welcomed. He unlocked the door and kicked his boots by the door before shrugging his coat off.
He walked to his bedroom and stopped abruptly hearing voices from your bedroom. An indecent grunt followed by the lewd sounds of you getting railed by a guy filled the hallway. Billy quietly walked to his room, closing the door behind him. The sounds were a little muffled in his room but he could still hear your little mewling sounds. He groaned, thinking about how sexy you'd be all sweaty and panting under him. He couldn't help himself when he walked to the back wall to listen in. He put his ear against it and moaned at the sounds you made. He undressed quickly and reached down to fist himself at the same pace you were getting fucked. Billy's grunting and moans mixed with your own on the other side of the wall. He could hear the change of tone in your voice, knowing you were getting close to your climax. The other guy let a loud guttural groan out and Billy made a disgusted face, staring at the wall like he could see through it. He stopped fisting himself and couldn't believe what he was hearing.
The guy came hard and just stopped fucking you. Billy was furious the bastard didn't even bother making you come or anything. Just another selfish asshole chasing his own climax and stopping right when he's done using you. You were very silent and Billy felt guilty at listening in on you but he couldn't help it at this point.
Billy sighed and moved away to flop down on his bed, staring at the ceiling fan. He scooted a bit, making himself comfortable with one arm behind his head. He closed his eyes and resumed his late night play. He hummed, lazily jerking himself to get back into the mood. He licked his top teeth, opening his eyes again. He needed much more than his hand tonight. Plain old handjob wasn't gonna cut it. He could call one of his usual fucks but he was one to enjoy a relaxing solo session here and there too. He rolled over to open up his nightstand's drawer, taking out some lube and his favorite stroker. This baby was quite the simple toy but fuck if it didn't feel amazing. He lubricated himself and the inside of the sleeve, his body thrumming with anticipation already. He let out a long quiet moan at the feel of it.
"Attagirl," he said with a wicked smirk. That was exactly what he needed. Your warm wet imaginary cunt all tight around his dick, your bare breasts bouncing up and down as you fucked yourself on his cock. He fisted himself hard and fast, chasing his climax with impatience.
"Such a good girl," he whispered, feeling the tingling feeling build up inside him. He bared his teeth with a low growl, he was so fucking close. His back arched up and he came hard thinking of your sweet angelic face. He gasped, breathing heavily, blinking hard to focus his vision. He made a fucking mess, there was no way he could just roll over and sleep. He laid there a few more minutes, basking in the blissful feeling of his post-orgasm. He sighed loudly and sat up to clean himself the best he could before putting a pair of sweatpants on to use the bathroom down the hallway.
He was cleaning his toy when he heard loud voices coming out of your room. He kept an ear out as he finished rinsing it thoroughly and rolled it inside a clean towel. He went back to his room leaving the door ajar, feeling protective of you and wanted to make sure you'd be alright.
He laid back on top of his bed still wearing his sweatpants when you yanked open your bedroom door.
"I dunno what the fuck I was thinking agreeing to this shit," you said angrily.
"Ah come on, Y/N! Don't be like that," the guy said.
"Don't be like what? The crazy bitch who was dumb enough to think you'd change? Or the sexually frustrated ex who thought you'd be a good lay for once?!" You snapped back at him marching to the living room with him trailing behind you like a puppy.
Billy snorted at your insult, clearly the guy was an ex boyfriend who ended up dipping his dick somewhere else when they had dated you. He shook his head thinking just how much better you deserved. Assholes like him were food scraps, you could have a 5 star meal if you wanted.
"I said, Get. Out!" You screamed at your ex. Billy frowned hearing the guy's pleas.
"Fuck this noise," Billy muttered getting up to kick the asshole out himself. He marched to the living room, towering behind the asshole and giving you a quick look. You seemed relieved and embarrassed at the whole situation.
"I believe the lady asked you to leave," Billy said coldly behind the guy who whirled around to look up at him surprised. The guy took a few steps back and raised his hands in surrender. Billy smirked coldly, enjoying seeing the sparkle of fear in his eyes.
"Alright man, I'm going. I'm going," he said, giving you one last longing look before finally getting the fuck out.
You sighed loudly and flopped down on the nearest couch. Billy went to lock the door and looked at you, stiffening. You were wearing only lace panties with a very tight tank top, not leaving much to the imagination. He rolled his shoulder looking away, adjusting himself in his pants.
"You uh… you okay?" He asked, trying very hard not to look at you. You turned your head to look at him and sighed.
"Yeah, just had a few drinks out tonight, crossed paths with the ex and thought it'd be a good idea to let him fuck me," you said before snorting loudly,
"Still disappointing as ever!" You added shaking your head. You groaned, feeling frustrated and uncomfortable. You looked at him standing there all handsome
"I just wanna have a good fuck for once," you said boldly with a long sigh. You clearly didn't care admitting it out loud after all he had heard. It wasn't like you were trying to be quiet knowing he wasn't home...until he was. He looked at you curiously, licking his lips like he was considering something. You raised a curious eyebrow at him, wondering what he was thinking about.
"Clearly you deserve better than...that," he said, waving a hand dismissively at the front door. You scooted over on the couch still sitting down to take a good look at him just standing there. You scoffed, shaking your heads amused at his form of compliment.
"And where would I happen to find someone worthy of me?" You asked with an amused tone. He looked at you with a sly grin and shrugged, rolling his shoulder.
"Really...?" You asked, smirking at how cocky he acted. He was hot yeah, but to pretty much say it out loud like that was bold. The mood in the room changed abruptly, palpable tension filled the air around you both.
He closed the distance between the two of you, reading your signs of consent all over your face and body. He stopped in front of you, looking down and enjoying the sight of you barely dressed.
He caged you between his arms, leaning down to hover above your lips.
"Just need to ask politely, sweetheart," he whispered, nuzzling your nose with his. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared back at him, desire eating at you.
"Please, show me what I deserve."
He almost came undone right there at your words. He gripped your jaw, tilting your head up and kissed you hungrily. Your lips felt even better than he imagined and wondered if he'd have the chance to feel them around his cock sometime. But tonight was gonna be all about you and your pleasure. He wanted to make you come over and over until you begged him to stop.
"With pleasure," he chuckled, breaking the kiss to drop down to his knees between your legs. He ran his hands up your thighs to your panties, sliding them down your perfect legs and pocketing them. You giggled at him stealing your panties and bit your lips feeling excitement thrumming inside of you. He gently pushed your legs wide open and hummed seeing your perfect glistening pussy ready for him to devour. He spread out your folds with his thumb and bit his lower lip.
"Such a pretty pussy you got," he said absentmindedly, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb.
You moaned, closing your eyes at the feeling. You rested your head back on the couch and sighed pleasingly, finally feeling some proper relief. Billy yanked you closer to the edge of the couch by the hips and nipped playfully at the inside of your thigh. He gave your folds a kitten lick, teasing you, wanting to hear you beg for it.
You whined, your hands disappearing in his dark hair.
"Please," you whispered, your face already flushed by his ministrations.
He chuckled, diving in to devour your perfect cunt. He tasted latex at first, a sour reminder of the asshole who treated you like a whore. It made him growl. The taste of it quickly dissipated and the sweet taste of you filled his mouth. He moaned, all thoughts of your ex forgotten as he lapped at you clit hungrily.
You moaned loudly, rubbing yourself on his face making needy little noises. You've never been given oral sex like this before and it was absolutely mind-blowing.
"Fuuuuuuuck…," you said, gripping hard at his hair, already feeling your climax building.
"That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged, sliding two fingers inside you. He fingered you fast and hard lapping quickly at your clit.
It barely took a minute and you were clenching down on his fingers, screaming and pulling at his hair. He groaned, looking up at you as you came undone. He hummed, appreciating the view and eased you through your high. He didn't pull his fingers out of your pussy just yet, he wasn't done with you. He gave you a few minutes to catch your breath before slowly resuming fingering you. He went at it slow and sensually, warming you up once more.
You looked down at him wondering what he was up to since he just made you cum. He smirked, leaning to kiss you and moved next to you on the couch. He looked like he was kneeling to propose to you but from the couch, one hand still buried in your pussy. You were highly confused, looking at him with a questioning look. He grinned, curving his fingers to that sweet spot inside you and you gasped.
"Oh God!" You exclaimed feeling a very intense but different pleasure build inside. He licked his top teeth, tilting his head to one side, drinking in your reactions.
"Yeah?" He asked, building up speed and pressure on the same spot over and over making your legs shake. He fucking loved the little sounds you made between pants and he was rock hard inside his pants. Deciding you were ready for more, he furiously fucked your G-spot with his fingers, putting his entire arm and shoulder into it. You gasped and felt like you were dripping down your legs.
"Attagirl. Let it go, baby," he encouraged you, seeing the uncertainty in your eyes. You've clearly never squirted before and he understood it could be confusing at first. You looked up at him and decided to trust him with this. You let go and an orgasm hit you so deep inside it took all the air from your lungs. It was like liquid fire spreading through your entire body and you've never ever experienced something like it before.
He chuckled darkly, watching you truly well done for now. He licked his fingers and kissed you deeply. He took his time to explore the kiss, giving your cunt a moment of respite. You were absolute jello as you kissed him back sleepily.
"I don't think I'll be able to stand anytime soon," you said chuckling, drunk on the two orgasms he gave you in such a short time. He moved to pick you up bridal style and walked you to your bedroom. He placed you down on the bed and leaned over to kiss you.
"I'll be back sweetheart," he said, nuzzling your face tenderly. You hummed incoherently, raising a hand sloppily. He snorted and quickly went to clean the mess he had you make in the living room. He brought a clean wet towel to the bedroom and cleaned you with it, not wanting to leave you uncomfortable for the night. You smiled feeling the warm cloth on your inner thighs, enjoying how considerate and caring he was. He sat next to you on the bed and caressed your body in featherlight touches. He wanted you. He really fucking wanted to rail you hard but he wanted your consent. It was all fun and games but he didn't want to step over the roommates boundaries even more than he already did if you weren't sure.
You turned your head to look at him and felt a purring desire wake inside your core. You bit your lower lip suggestively and smiled at him. A sly grin appeared on his face and he chuckled darkly, leaning over to kiss you. He broke the kiss to take his sweatpants off in one swoop motion and pounced on top of you.
You devoured each other, hands touching every inch of skin and roughly kissed. You gasped feeling how hard and thick he was as he rubbed his cock against your pubis. You gasped for air and reached for condoms on the nightstand. He quickly grabbed one with a growl, tearing the packaging and rolling it over his throbbing erection. He moved back between your legs, sitting back on his heel and roughly pulling you closer by the bruising grip he had on your hips.
You squealed in surprise and giggled at how easily he maneuvered you higher on his legs. He aligned himself to your opening and slid all the way inside your tight pussy with a long moan. He gasped, a deep frown on his face at how fucking good you felt around his dick. He gave a few lazy thrusts for you to adjust to him and set a rough pace.
You moaned loudly, back arching up, completely losing yourself at the feeling. He was gonna ruin you for any other man on the planet, you just knew it. You gasped when he thrusted harder, fucking you like a rabid animal. He glared down at you with a deliciously dark hunger that made your insides purr.
"You gonna cum all over my dick, princess?" He asked, panting and grinning down at you, moving your legs to his shoulders. You whined loudly nodding and made the little noises he loved hearing coming out of you. He held on to your legs tightly, thrusting deep inside and groaning at how well your cunt was taking him. He let go of your legs and rolled over bringing you with him. You chuckled, now straddling his lap and leaned down to nip his lower lip playfully. You rolled your hips teasingly over his cock and rode him at a steady pace.
"Look at you fuckin' yourself on my cock," he groaned, gripping at your ass as you bounced up and down. You giggled and exaggerated your movements, channeling the porn star inside of you. He reached upwards to knead your breasts, giving them playful slaps as they bounced around. He reached down to rub your clit and thrusted up meeting your hips hard. You faltered as he grabbed on to your hip and fucked you at a furious pace.
You gasped, moaned and almost sobbed coming undone a third time, your nails digging at his chest. He followed suit with a loud groan, spilling his load a second time that night for you. He pulled you down to rest on his chest, both breathing heavily. You felt lightheaded, satisfied and sated. He enjoyed the feel of your body on top of his a little while longer before kissing you and gently moving you next to him. He went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and brought back a glass of water for you. You smiled warmly at him, taking the glass and drinking half of it in one go. He placed the glass on your nightstand and tucked you in, laying on his side over the blankets. He wasn't planning on sleeping in your room, he just didn't like leaving like a thief after a one night stand. He liked to stay long enough to make sure his partners were cared for and feeling good.
You watched him through your sleepy eyes looking at you, his head resting on one hand and the other moving your hair away from your face. You gave him a warm smile, closing your eyes and falling asleep as he played with your hair.
Hi! If you are taking requests. Can you do one with well you very dominant Billy and a very shy reader like they are two end of the spectrum? Maybe he teases her until she pushes through her shyness and tells him what she wants type of thing? 😅😊 I am curious to see what you do with it if you decide to do anything at all ahah love your writing.
First of all: thank you so much for sending this in, it really means a lot to me that you came to me to request something. Secondly, when you said ‘shy reader’ I automatically wanted to push the boundaries of shy. Why just shy? Why not a little touch sensitive as well?
Anyways, enjoy this trash, you deserve it.
Warnings: Smut (18+), mild sub/dom dynamics, Soft Dom! Billy, Shy Reader, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it),mild degrading tone, military kink (?), The filth that comes out of Billy’s mouth is a warning all by itself.
Summary: Billy is your best friend, and after one night of confessions, he wants to help you feel better.
Undisclosed Desires
Billy was your best friend for many years. You had met him the night before he was about to leave for his first tour in the marines. He had come into an old dive bar, looking for a quick lay before shipping out, instead he found you being dumped by your then boyfriend. He took you on a walk to see the city, you’d spoken about so many things. He’d even told you about growing up in the system.
There was something about going off to war that made him share things with you he’d never told anyone. He wrote it off as simply the fear of dying in battle with no one ever having truly known him.
He showed you as much of himself as he could, up until the small hours of the morning, where you’d lain in his small bed, fully clothed, promising him that if he died in the war, you’d remember him for the rest of your life.
Sometimes he thinks that’s what got him through his first tour, the knowledge that there was someone out there who had seen the real him and hadn’t turned away. At least not yet.
It was between his second and third tours that he realized you didn’t like to be touched. He had the opportunity to study you longer when he’d taken you out to meet Frank and Maria at the same bar you’d met at. You shook their hands like normal, but you’d flinch when some unassuming patron got too close to you. After that, he noticed it anytime you were in public together, you would tense up if someone passed too close, or move away if someone tried to touch you. You’d never spoken up about it, and he’d never asked.
The first time you actually hugged him was when he told you he was officially out of the marines. You’d been so excited, so caught up in the prospective of having Billy safe at home, that you were able to wrap your arms around him securely.
That was the first time you’d realized that Billy’s touch didn’t make you as uncomfortable as others did. Truthfully, there were only a small handful of people that you were comfortable around to touch you- your last boyfriend had been one of them, and you’d never tried to seek out another romantic relationship since that last one years ago.
After Billy started Anvil, you’d seen him a lot less, which was okay, you knew it was hard starting a company from essentially scratch, but you were glad to see him flourishing and finally having things, after not having them for most of his life. You couldn’t feel bad for not having your best friend around, when it meant that he was out there living his dream.
It had been about two months since you’d last spoken, when he finally called you and asked to meet up in the same place you’d first met. You were happy to see Frank and Maria there as well. You’d stayed in touch with them, throughout the years. Maria was at times your only sanity through the years that Billy served.
You hugged Billy when you first saw him, letting him know how happy you were that he had gotten his company off the ground. He bought round after round of drinks when finally, you were able to convince him that you had some money too.
Maria waits till you’re gone from the table to start trouble.
“So Billy,” she says with a sly smile, “You’re aware Y/N doesn’t like to be touched right?”
“I’ve noticed it, yeah.” Is his reply. His eyes are fixed on you, watching you try to grab the bartender’s attention. He also notices the guy eyeing you up from two tables away.
“But she doesn’t mind it when you touch her.” Maria continues.
“I’ve honestly never asked her about it.” He murmurs. The guy is making his way up to you.
“Do you like her?”
The question distracts him from watching the guy approach you. He looks at Maria, who has the audacity to look innocent after asking such a question.
Frank laughs, “Come on babe, of course he likes her, the question is whether or not she likes him. He’s never been much of a quality over quantity guy.”
Billy’s face hardens.
“She probably likes him too, you never know.” Maria teases.
“Why are you two even my friends.” He mutters, eyes tracing back to you.
The guy is talking to you now… or trying to. Billy can tell that you’re mostly ignoring him. When he leans in to whisper in your ear, Billy sees you flinch.
“Be right back.” He says to Frank and Maria before sliding out of the booth.
He starts moving faster when he sees the guy’s arm twitch, hand moving up to place onto the small of your back.
~
You’re just waiting for your drinks when you feel someone move up to you.
“Hey sweetheart,” the guys says, “My friends bet me fifty bucks that I could get your number… what do you say?”
You smile politely at him, “I’m not interested, sorry.”
“Come on, it won’t hurt to just give me your number, “ he leans in, “You might even like it.” His breath tickle you ear, causing your entire body to tense up.
“I said no thanks.” You reiterate.
“Come on love, don’t be like that,” you can see his arm moving and you hope he’s not going to touch you. “Let me show you a real good-“ you brace for his unwanted touch.
But it never comes.
“I’m pretty sure she said no, several times.” It’s Billy.
He’s caught the man’s hand before it could touch you and pushed it away.
The man raises his arms in surrender, “Alright, alright, message received.” He says backing off.
Billy helps you with the drinks. You don’t relax until you’re seated back at the table. You move in closer to Billy, hoping to pull some comfort from him. He obliges easily, wrapping his arm around your shoulders securely.
Maria is giving you a knowing look.
Maria definitely knows too much, you think.
“So, Y/N” Frank says, and you just know that the Castles are up to no good. “Haven’t seen you around with a fella since I’ve known you… why is that?”
“Um, I… um… I’m sure I’ve brought some of them around.” Which was an obvious lie.
“Come to think of it,” Frank continues as if you hadn’t spoken, “ When was the last time you had a boyfriend?”
You take a decent mouthful of your drink, Billy’s hand warm against your shoulder.
“The last time I had a boyfriend was the night Billy and I met.” You say, squinting your eyes at Frank.
“Really?” Billy asks, “You haven’t had a boyfriend since then? Gosh, that was ages ago.”
“Well,” you argue, “You’ve never had a girlfriend at all, so I’m still ahead of you.” You tease.
“What about casual sex?” Maria interjects. You sink deeper into your seat.
“I’ve never had casual sex.” You say, taking another drink.
“What?” Billy says next, “What about all those dates you’ve been on?”
“Just dates. No sex.” At which point would the floor open up to swallow you?
“Wait, that would mean that the last time you had sex was-“
Fine, if the floor wasn’t going to swallow you, then you’d find another way to get away.
“I have to pee.” Is all you say before you’re running off.
~
You’re lying next to Billy on his bed, the ceiling is spinning.
“I drank too much.” You say.
Billy laughs next to you.
“Wha’s funny Billy goat?” you say as you sit up to look at him. He’s in an old t-shirt and pants and you’re dressed in one of his shirts and a shorts you left over ages ago. You groan as everything spins, you press your forehead to his shoulder.
“Moving is bad.” You complain.
His hand moves up to move your hair away from your face and he hesitates.
“Can I?” he asks.
“Yesssssss.” You murmur, grabbing his wrist and sinking his fingers into your hair.
“Why can I touch you, and other people can’t?” he asks gently. He know he’s phrased the question the wrong way, but he has no better way to ask at the moment.
“Don’t know what it is… can hardly explain it myself. It’s jus’ that I’m comfortable with some people touching me… and uncomfortable with otha’ people.” You guide his hand out of your hair and over your cheek.
“Uncomfortable how? And is it just because of how long we’ve known each other?”
You giggle and shake your head rapidly, the room spins more.
“Family I’ve known my whole life can’t touch me. Makes me antsy, makes me want to pull my skin off.” You purr and rub your face against his hand.
“So, who are you comfortable with touching you?”
“My mom… sometimes. Maria. Frank Jr. and Lisa and my ex, Stephen.” You think for a moment, “Oh yeahhhh, and Billy Russo.” You say, poking his chest.
You move your body over his, so that your head is on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“What about all the dates you’ve been on?”
“You’d be surprised how little touchin’ actually happens nowadays. You’re the first physical contact I’ve had in months.“ you sigh, “I miss it though.”
“Miss what?”
“Touch. Sex.”
“I can give you that.” Billy says, without thinking.
You raise your body to look at him. You sway trying to process what he just said.
“I’m really drunk aint I? For a second, I swear I heard you say that you’d have sex with me.” You laugh.
“Yeah, you’re drunk,” he sits up, “And yeah, I’ll have sex with you… if you want me to.”
“I do.” You say slowly, “I do want you to.”
“Okay. We will.” He says simply before pulling your head into his chest and lying back on the bed.
“Billy?”
“Mmmm?”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too sweet pea.”
Of course, you forget that conversation.
Of course, Billy doesn’t remind you that you had that little talk.
Until two weeks later when he’s knocking at your door with a bouquet of flowers in hand.
You’re very confused when you greet him at the door.
“Russo.” You say, with your eyebrows wrinkled.
“Hey pretty girl, I’m here to collect on our agreement.”
“Agreement?” you ask.
He slides his body past yours and walks into your apartment.
“You asked me to help you out with something, so here I am, ready to help.”
“Bill,” you sigh, “please explain, I’m so confused.”
“You asked me to have sex with you.”
Your eyes widen.
“That wasn’t a dream?!”
He laughs, placing the bouquet of flowers down on your counter and shrugs off his jacket. He’s wearing a soft grey sweater underneath.
“Sorry, but no, it wasn’t. And yes, I agreed, and yes, I want to.”
He pauses, looking at you.
“Do you want to?” he asks cautiously.
“Yes.” You blurt, not giving yourself a chance to overthink.
~
Which is how you find yourself on your bed with Billy. After talking things through a bit, you both agree that he won’t touch you until you ask. You watch him lie back on your bed, and tells you to kiss him.
Billy keeps his hands at his sides as you slowly lean over him. The closer you get to his mouth, the faster your heart beats.
"Doing good." He encourages, his eyes half closed as you lean in.
You hesitate a bit when your noses brush.
"Are you sure?" You ask one last time giving him a chance to back out.
"Yes, I'm sure. Now relax and kiss me."
When you press your lips to his, you feel like breathing a sigh of relief. Here you are, leaning over your best friend, kissing him.
You take your time, kissing him slowly, embracing the feeling of his mouth on yours. His hands keep to his sides, but yours reaches up tentatively to guide his lips. Billy moans quietly, he tilts his head the way your hands guide, enjoying the control he's giving up to you. He can think of no better way of getting you to trust him more than by giving you control.
His hands clench into fists when you gently run your fingers down his neck and over his chest. He's hoping that your mouth follows, but no such luck.
When you pull back, he watches your face for any hints of uncertainty.
"Was that okay?" You ask.
"More than. We can stop here if you like."
You shake your head.
"No? Want more?" Billy asks.
You nod.
"Take what you need from me pretty girl." He murmurs.
You move to slip one leg over his hip so that you're straddling him. He props himself up on his elbows and you lean forward to kiss him again. His mouth is absolutely sinful, and even though he isn't using his hands, you definitely are. You run your hands through his hair and over his chest. You grip the edges of his shirt and give it a tug. He raises his hands bit by bit until you've successfully pulled it from his body.
"Is this-"
"-yeah baby you're doing good." He praises.
You smile a little and continue kissing him. Your hands press themselves against any open skin you can find, enjoying the feel of his skin and the raised tissue of his scars. You've seen him this way so many times but it's the first time you've ever had the fortune of exploring his body this way. His hands are still firmly at his sides and you're grateful that he hasn't tried to touch you yet. By now, any other man would have had their hands all over you, tugging at your clothes and grabbing at you.
The thought of someone touching you sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine and you pull back. Anxiety sinks in and you find yourself slipping off of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You gasp.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, I'm right here. He sits up, turning to you. "You're okay, pretty girl. I won't touch you unless you ask."
"I know, I just started to overthink. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise, you have nothing to be sorry for. You're safe. Hey, look at me."
You meet his gaze.
"You're safe." He emphasizes.
You swallow and nod, leaning into him and pressing your cheek against his shoulder.
"Want to stop?" He asks.
You take a deep breath.
"No." You say, gazing up at him, "I just need a minute."
"Okay, take however long you need."
When you're feeling more comfortable, you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around him. He presses his cheek into your hair, kissing your temple.
"I got you." He says.
You begin to feel more comfortable around him when you kiss him again. You press all the need you have for him into to the kiss and he accepts it easily. He moans when your mouth trails from his lips down his neck. You kiss and bite gently at his skin, enjoying the way he feels.
You reach for one of his hands next, guiding it to your face. You reach for his other hand to do the same. He lets you guide his hands to wherever you want them. You slowly guide his hands down the planes of your body. You test for any discomfort from his touch.
His patience alone is a turn on. The way he doesn't mind that you take this at your own pace has you needy and desperate for more.
He sighs when you lift his hands to the edge of your shirt, and you slip his hands under.
You shiver when you feel his hands against your stomach for the first time. You keep them there for a while, getting accustomed to being touched this way after so long.
"How do you feel?" He asks.
You weigh his question, paired with his large warm hands on your skin.
"I feel..."
You slide his hands up higher till the tips of his fingers are grazing the underside of your bra.
"Overdressed." You say finally.
You let go of his hands and peel your shirt off. He keeps his hands pressed to your ribs where you left them unattended.
Your hands go back to his, and you take your time moving them up so that he's cupping your breasts.
You moan into his mouth, kissing him with a renewed fervour. You move his hands down to cup your backside and you feel his hands twitch.
You giggle and pull back from his lips.
"You can cop a feel if you want."
He groans and gives your ass a firm squeeze, you can't help it when you feel yourself instinctively grind down on him.
"You're doing so good," he gasps, "so good for me pretty girl."
You mewl, a strange feeling washing over you. An ache that starts low and works its way up to your head. You want to give him control. You want his body covering every inch of yours.
Billy notes the change, an extra glassiness to your eyes, a higher pitch to your moans, he’s seen it before. A shy girl that need to be taken care of.
But he needs you to tell him what you want. He doesn’t want to make assumptions and take more than you’re willing to give.
You let his hands go, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling his body into yours.
“Touch me.” You murmur int his ear.
Slowly, he runs his hands over your back, you feel no discomfort, lost in the trust that you’re putting in Billy’s hands.
“Need you.” You say simply.
“Tell me what you need.” He says, with a kiss to the shell of your ear.
You whimper and grind down onto his erection. His hands slide down to grip your hips.
“Come on. Tell me. You were being so good before.”
“Want you to… take…control.”
You continue touching him, kissing his neck and collarbones.
“Look at me.”
You raise your head.
“How much control?” he asks gently.
You bite your lips and move to turn away.
His hand grips your jaw firmly and you gasp, your eyes widen and flick back to his dark ones.
“Answer me.”
“All of it.” You squeeze your eyes shut, “Want you to take all of it.”
“And you’ll tell me if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop?”
You nod your head, still caught in his grip.
“Say it.”
“I’ll tell you… if I feel uncomfortable or want to stop.”
“And you’ll tell me if I do somethin’ you don’t like.”
You nod your head, murmuring a quiet ‘yes.’
He pulls away from you, studying you for a moment.
“Take everything off and lie on the bed.” He orders.
You smile and stand up, pushing your pants off. You hesitate at the clasp of your bra, feeling extremely shy.
Billy stands, and you watch as he unbuckles his pants and slide them off his legs. You drink in his body, long legs, wide shoulders, his erection barely contained in his black boxers.
He taps your nose.
“Hurry up.” He commands.
You close your eyes and pull your undergarments off. Your hands move to cover your breasts and you open one eye to peek up at him.
He’s looking at you with an emotion you can’t name, you drop your arms so that he can get a full view of your body.
“You’re really somethin’ you know that?” he says, marveling at your body.
You lick your lips and move back onto the bed. He’s watching your every move. He watches as you lie back, and you spread you legs invitingly, giving him full view of your dripping heat.
“Fuck.” He says, and crawls his way up to you. He slips his thigh between your legs, and presses it firmly against your pussy. You cry out in pleasure at the feel of him.
“This okay?” he asks.
“Yes Billy, you can touch me wherever you want, however rough you want.”
“Rough? Is that how you want it pretty girl?” he says, leaning over you, fingers gently tracing your collarbones.
You grind your pussy down on his thigh in need. You nod your head.
“Want it rough. Mean.”
“Mean?” he echoes with a teasing tone, the tips of his fingers drag over your nipple and you arch your body.
“Yes!” you gasp “Yes… wanna meet the Lieutenant with two hundred confirmed kills.”
He groans low in the back of his throat. He leans in close to you, your nose brushing his, his expression is very serious.
“You have to tell me if it gets to be too much. Promise me.”
You nod your head, meeting his gaze so that he knows you mean it.
“Safeword is ‘cupcake’” you confirm.
He kisses you then, hand tracing over your body, moving and gripping you anywhere he can reach. He kisses you so long and so passionately that you can hardly think when he finally pulls back.
“How fucking dare you look… and feel so good after not having done this in such a long time?” he growls, his mouth trailing kisses and bites down your body.
His hand moves to cup your mound and you mewl, pushing your hips into his hand.
“Haven’t had a cock in such a long time, I bet you’re so fucking tight. Gonna have to take my time opening you up so that I don’t hurt you.”
You feel yourself clench around nothing.
“I’m quite big you know,” he says, taking your hand and pressing it into his covered erection. He watches in satisfaction as your eyes widen, looking down at where your hand is touching him. He’s right, from what you can feel, his cock is big, hard and warm through the cloth. You moan his name, squeezing him gently through the fabric.
He presses the heel of your palm into his cock, and ruts into your hand a little.
His eyes are so dark when they focus on you, and you finally feel that shyness fully wash away under his needy gaze. He wants you just as much as you want him and that fills you with confidence.
“You’re gonna sit there all night telling me what you’re gonna do to me? Or are you going to fuck me into submission, Lieutenant?”
His hand wraps around your throat.
“What did you just call me?” he says with a growl. “I have half a mind to just stuff my cock into that pussy without any prep work and watch you struggle to take me.” Your squeeze your eyes shut.
“You’d like that huh? Crying as my cock stuffs you full? You’d probably cum as soon as I fill you up.”
His hand tightens around your neck, “You’re in no positions to be making demands pretty girl, and don’t you forget it.”
He bites the spot at the base of your neck.
“Understand?” he asks.
You whine below him.
“Yes.” You respond.
His hand tightens even more around your neck briefly, getting your attention fully.
“Yes. Who?” he grits out.
“Yes Lieutenant.” You moan.
“Good girl.” He praises, “Now get up, come here.”
He sits back against the headboard, and pulls you so that you’re straddling one of his thighs. He feels the wetness from your pussy coat his thigh.
“Want you to ride my thigh.” He orders, no room for question.
Of course, you have questions.
“I- I’ve never-“
“It’s okay, just start rubbing your pretty pussy on me,“ he puts his hands on your hips, guiding your movements, “Yeah, just like that. Doing so good.”
You lean your body into his, your lips connecting softly and you rock yourself gently against him.
You start grinding your body down on his more, feeling the way your clit catches on his thigh. You throw your head back, moaning his name. One of his hands sink into your hair and grips it firmly, keeping your head in place as he kisses the column of your neck.
He flexes his thigh and your speed increases, his other hand pressing you flush to his thigh, no space to pull back or slow down.
“Want you to come on me like this, soak my thigh. I know that pussy is just needy enough to come from such little stimulation. I know you’re a needy little slut for me.”
His words are what throw you over the edge more than his actions. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and every muscle in your body clenches hard as your orgasm washes over you. You cry out his name as he continues rocking your body against his slowly, prolonging the orgasm.
You slump into his body, breathing heavy as you try to get your thoughts back in order.
You’re suddenly flipped, finding yourself on your back with Billy hovering over you.
“That’s one.” He murmurs against your lips and he kisses his way down your body. You arch and moan at the detail he’s putting in to pleasuring you. He kisses his way all the way down to your ankles, and then slowly moves his way back up.
Your breath stutters as his mouth kisses the spot just above your pussy.
“I- ah, Billy-“
He pulls back.
“Cupcake?” he asks.
You shake your head.
“Relax,” he says, kissing your cheek, “I’m only going to lick that pussy till you’re screaming for me.”
You groan when he slides back down your body and moves your legs over his shoulders.
The breath gets knocked out of you when you first feel his tongue sweeping through your folds.
“Ohh Lieutenant” you moan. His hands tighten where they’re gripping your hips.
He’s full on making out with your pussy now, not sparing a moment to come up for air or give you any reprieve. He trails his hands over your body, grounding you with his touch. He grabs at your breasts, pinching gently at your nipples, feeling the way your body hits a feverish need for him.
He presses two fingers into you and groans at the resistance your body gives.
“Fuck.” He says pulling back from between your thighs, his lips coated in your slick. His eyes go down to where his fingers are struggling to push into you.
“You’re tighter than I thought you’d be. Fuck baby don’t you touch yourself?”
You whine, cheeks getting heated with embarrassment.
“I do.” You say simply.
“What do you use to touch yourself with?” he asks, starting to pump into you slowly.
“My hands -ah-“ you say as he curls his fingers, reaching spots inside you that you never could.
“No toys?” he asks.
“I have a small toy, about this big.” You say, showing him a space between your fingers that couldn’t be more than four inches long.
As your wetness coats his fingers, he feels the resistance become less and less. He drops his head back down to your pussy, kissing at your clit. You cry out.
“This poor little pussy, has never really been filled has it?”
His fingers increase their speed and his tongue continues to lap at your clit until you come a second time, all over his tongue and fingers.
He moves up your body quickly and kisses you hard. You can taste yourself on his tongue but you don’t mind as much.
He presses his forehead into yours.
“Ask me.” He says breathlessly.
“Ask you?” you question.
He nods his head, eyes closed tight, “Ask me to fill this pussy to the brim.”
You gasp.
“Please Lieutenant,” you say, and he opens his eyes to look at you, “Please fill my pussy with your cock. Fuck me until I can’t move.” You beg.
He growls, pulling back and slipping his boxers off.
“Shit.” You say, getting a good eyeful of his cock. The tip is dark pink in colour, dripping precum.
He grabs his erection and pumps it a couple times to relieve some of the ache building.
You’re blown away by how beautiful he looks, long and lithe, a panther ready to consume his prey.
When he settles himself between your legs, he takes his time, searching your face for any uncertainty.
“I’m okay,” you reassure him, dragging your hands over his chest and down to graze his erection.
He groans and lines himself up with your entrance.
You try to relax as best as possible when he breaches your entrance. Your body shaking helplessly as you feel his cock start to fill you slowly. Billy takes his time, stretching you open as slowly as he can, enduring a quiet torture at your unbelievable tightness.
Your eyes water as you feel full to the brim.
“Are you all in?” you ask shakily.
Billy’s lips part in shock, he looks down at where your bodies are joined, only half of his cock inside of you.
“Not even close baby, want me to stop?” he asks.
You shake your head roughly,
“Want you all in.” you say.
Fuck.
You’re not sure how you take the rest of him, your eyes fill with tears at the overwhelming emotions filling you.
“God. You look so pretty like this, struggling to take all of me into that tight cunt. Crying while I stuff you full. You can take it though, can’t you baby?” he watches you nod your head at his words, “You can take it.” He encourages.
You nod, tears dripping down your face and you pull him in to kiss him softly. When he finally bottoms out, he waits a bit to let you get accustomed to his size. His body is also shaking, with restraint, trying his hardest to take his time with you and not pound you into the bed like he wants to.
When you’re ready, you move your hips a little and he groans.
He takes his time rutting into you, building you up slowly toward an orgasm you aren’t prepared for. His pace isn’t even fast, but it’s the slow drag of his cock against your tightened walls that has you unexpectedly exploding around him.
Feeling you clench around him has his eyes rolling back in his head. He can’t believe he didn’t do this sooner with you. You’re everything he’s ever wanted he realizes, eyes going wide.
He doesn’t give you time to come down from your orgasm before he’s full on pumping himself into you.
“You’re such a good girl, coming around my cock like that. Taking me so well into that tight pussy. What a good girl.” He moans.
His hand closes around your throat and he feels you clench around him.
“You like that? Like it when I’m rough with you and take what I want?”
You moan his name.
He growls and pulls himself out of you. He moves you so that you’re sitting up, leaning against the headboard, trapped between his body and the wood behind you.
“Billyy,” you cry out, as he enters you again, his arms braced on either side of your head as the power behind his thrusts increase.
“Billy?” he asks mockingly, “There’s no Billy here. This is all Lieutenant Russo,” his fingers grip your jaw harshly, “and you will address me as such.”
Tears flow freely down your face.
“Rus-so.” You sob.
He hits you with an especially hard thrust, the headboard bangs into the wall.
“What was that pretty girl?” he asks.
“Lieutenant please,” you gasp, “gonna cum.”
He laughs, slamming into you again and again.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock.” He orders.
You can’t help but cry out as you explode, your nails digging into Billy’s skin. He hardly feels it anyways, he’s only a few thrusts away from coming himself.
His thrusts lose their rhythm and he comes with a groan, gasping into your shoulder, feeling the way he empties himself inside you.
He stays inside you and rolls you both so that you’re lying on top of him. He cradles you close, trying to catch his breath.
“Thank you.” You mumble into his chest.
He huffs out a laugh, “Trust me, the pleasure was all mine.”
You laugh and smack his chest lightly.
He takes his time, slipping out of you eventually and getting off the bed. He returns a minute later with a glass of water and a warm, damp cloth and he helps clean you up.
“You’re the best, Lieutenant.” You say, with a teasing tone as you fall asleep by his side.
warning(s): angst?, crying, death, mentions of food/eating, fluff, mentions of moldy voldy, please let me know if i missed anything.
summary: in an au, where harry was never born, voldermort is out for revenge. you and your lover, james potter, spend your final night alive together.
a/n: this is a music based one-shot (as the world caves in by matt maltese). i’m probably going to be doing more of these music based one-shots because they are really fun to write.
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