I was wondering when you will be posting the next part to Nightly Activities? No rush in posting it, but I’m just really curious/excited for when the next part will be posted.
Thanks!
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Hi! I was really hyped about writing it the first few days after I released the first one, but no matter how hard I tried I just wasn’t enjoying the outcome of it.
I’m still going to finish it and post it at some point, don’t worry! Probably by the end of August, fingers crossed!
And as you can probably see I haven’t really been active this summer, since I’ve been enjoying me vacation :) But this fall I think I’ll be writing a lot more, so hopefully I’ll find the inspiration to publish A LOT!!!
Summary: A steamy sequel to this one, since people seemed so keen on a continuation.
Warnings: Oh, dear God where do I even start? Smut, first of all. Unprotected, vaginal sex. Oral (male recieving and blink and you’ll miss it female recieving). Assplay, but nothing major. Very, very brief rimming. Cockwarming. I think that about covers it.
Wordcount: 5,3 k of pure smut with some fluff!
A/N: Since so many people seemed to like the fluff and dynamic between Billy and the reader in the first part, I decided to try to add some of that teasing and playfulness into this part as well. I hope it works out well. Please, let me know what you guys think! I always enjoy feedback.
“You’re kinda like an old grandpa,” you mused as you sat curled up against Billy on the couch with the news playing on the TV.
“Oh, really?” Billy hummed and you turned to grin at him.
“Mhm.” You leaned forward to place your wineglass on the table so you could cuddle up further into Billy’s side without having to worry about spilling the red liquid on the sofa. “You always watch the news. You wear those ridiculous slippers all the time, you-”
“What’s wrong with my slippers?” He cut you off, frowning down at you and you chuckled.
“They’re old man shoes, Billy! I’m sure my dad has those exact same ones at home,” you teased him.
“I can almost guarantee he doesn’t have the exact same ones,” he scoffed and he was probably right. Billy’s were probably some expensive brand which cost more than you could ever assume. Even when it came to something as small and simple as slippers, he’d go all out. He was kind of the opposite of you that way, you had no problem shopping for small things at Walmart or even secondhand stores. What was even stranger was that Billy always had cold feet. It was insane, really, because the man was like a personal heater. Even on the coldest of nights he’d keep you uncomfortably warm, but his feet were a completely different story. He absolutely loved dragging them along your naked thighs or any other bare skin he could get to, just because he knew it’d make you try to squeal away from him. He always found it amusing and he’d done it so many times by now that you’d almost gotten tired of it. Almost.
“Still, they’re for old people,” you grinned at him. “What’s next? You gonna start napping during the middle of the day? Is that what you do at your office all day? Take naps?”
“You jealous?” Billy smiled, leaning back on the couch and dragging you with him.
“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “Just wondering if I should starting bringing by some crosswordpuzzles for you to do, as well. Maybe some soduko?”
“Sudoku,” Billy corrected you and you paused for a moment, trying to rake your brain. How did you even spell or say it? Sudoku? No, that didn’t feel right.
“Is it really?” You asked and he nodded with an amused smile. “See, only an old man would know that!” You continued to tease. He chuckled and stroked a hand over your bare arm. You had really missed nights like this, when you could just talk about everything and nothing, teasing each other endlessly and just having a really good time.
“You’re overly cheery today,” he mused, leaning up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled down at him, stroking a hand across his stubbled cheek.
“You’re home early. I’ve barely seen you since we came back to New York. What do I not have to be happy about?” You shrugged.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, but you just shook your head. Waiting for him to meet your glance, you held it.
“Don’t be. You’re busy,” you told him even though it pained you. You missed your husband, but Anvil wouldn’t run itself. Billy needed to be there and you respected it. That was why your relationship worked after all, because you had been the first to really be okay with who he was and how much his job required from him. You wouldn’t ask for any more than he could offer you, even though the separation was hard at times.
“I’ll try to get some more time off soon,” he promised and you smiled grateful. He leaned up to kiss you and you let him. Laying your whole body across his you wove your fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands traveled down your back, moving further down to hike your dress up. They settled on the gloves of your ass, palming the skin through your panties. You moaned into his mouth.
“You feeling lucky tonight?” You grinned as you pulled away from his mouth. His own grin was a shiteating one; full of confidence.
“Every night, baby!” He said, squeezing your ass once more. He snaked one hand underneath the side of your underwear, his middle finger trailing up and down your crack. You clenched unconsciously at the feeling.
“You’re too confident for your own good,” you shuddered and if anything that only seemed to add to his cockiness. His dry finger circled your asshole, adding just the tiniest bit of pressure which made you jerk forward.
“You said I could have anything, didn’t you?” He husked, leaning in just a little bit to brush his lips against yours as he continued to play with your tight pucker.
“You already got your wish,” you reminded him, although you weren’t really about to deny him anything at this point. “I cooked you dinner.”
“You burned the dinner,” he corrected. Fair enough. Even with Billy helping you, or teaching you or whatever the hell he was actually supposed to do, you still managed to burn the sauce. He’d tried to teach you how to make spaghetti, but the tomatosauce ended up way overcooked and you blamed him for distracting you. In the end you’d settled for ordering in, which you of course had not complained about.
“Whatever,” you scoffed. “You don’t get more wishes. What do you think I am? The genie from Aladdin?” He chuckled at that.
“I think you’re way too adorable to have been bottled up for thousands of years,” he grinned. He moved up from his position again, taking you with him until you were straddling his lap with your arms around his neck. His hands never left, one having a tight hold of your asscheek and the other one still underneath your panties.
“Flattery is not gonna get you out of this one,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him. “You only got one request and you wanted me to cook you dinner. I warned you that you might not like it, but you wouldn’t listen.” Who were you kidding? Of course this night was going to end like every other night, you could never say no to Billy. But you liked teasing him and making sure he knew you were in control, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“You actually never specified the one request thing,” he mused, dipping just the tip of his finger past your tight muscle. You resisted the urge to moan. “Your note said whatever the winner wants, right? You never specified that it couldn’t be more than one thing. Remember, I do contractwork for a living, babe. I know all the loopholes.” The grin on his face was one you so desperatly wanted to slap right off.
“Well, I said it,” you argued, even though you probably hadn’t been clear on that part either. “And an oral contract is still binding, isn’t it?”
“You’re saying we can come to an oral agreement?” Billy wiggled his eyebrows and you really wanted to throw out some witty comeback, but found the idea intriguing. Your last nightly sessions had been more or less restricted to quickies so it had been way too long since you’d had his cock in your mouth. God, how you’d missed him.
“Sure,” you shrugged your shoulders. He launched forwards, but you stopped him before he could claim your mouth by putting a hand over his. “But just so we’re clear. This is the final request. Just this one and then the wishingfactory closes.” You knew that if you weren’t clear Billy would somehow hold this against you every chance he’d get. He wanted you to attend some gala you didn’t want to go to? ‘Remember that time we played Nerf-war?’ He wanted you to cook for him again? Or do the laundry on his day when he was feeling lazy? Same excuse.
“Good, because I only want you,” he muttered before leaning forward. His mouth met yours in a hungry kiss and you moaned. Closing your eyes you relished in the feeling of his lips on yours, his beard scratching along your chin as they moved and his finger playing with your ass in a way that was almost sinful.
He moved you quickly, throwing you down so that you were laying down on the couch. He was on top of you in an instant, mouth never parting from yours for more than a second or so. His hands moved to place by your head, holding his weight up as he kissed you. You tugged gently on his hair with one hand, the other snaking down between your bodies so you could squeeze him through his sweats. He groaned against your mouth and started trailing his lips across your cheek and down your jaw. He nibbled a little at the corner of it.
Your hand moved into his sweatpants so you could grasp his cock with nothing separating your touch. Billy groaned again, panting wetly against your ear and you felt goosebumps rise where his breath fanned your skin. You kept pumping him as best as you could with the odd angle and felt a sense of pride rise up inside you as he hardened in your hand. It made you feel special to know you could make him fully erect within litteral seconds. This man was just beyond perfect.
Billy moved so that he was straddling the sides of your thigh, giving you better access to him. You smiled up at him as you pulled his sweats down to the middle of his thighs, his cock fully free. You kept stroking him as you moved further down the couch, head now resting fully back against the cushion and your throat free of obstructions. You opened your mouth without him even having to tell you and he beamed at the fact.
“So good for me,” he muttered as he crawled forward a little. “You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” He asked as he grabbed himself in his hand, using his hold to run the head of his cock over your lips. You hummed as you took the chance to lick at the pearl of pre-cum gathering at his slit.
You opened your mouth further in invitation and he didn’t waste a second to take it. Placing one hand on the armlean of the couch for balance, the other one held his cock in place as he guided it to your lips. He started off carefully, pushing his cock slowly into your mouth and down your throat, checking for any gagreflexes.
“Fuck!” He hissed and you looked up to see him closing his eyes at the sensation of your lips around him. Had your mouth not been so full you’d grin in success.
He started thrusting in and out of you more forcefully when he realized you could take it. You had learned by now that Billy hardly ever required anything from you when you blew him. He didn’t want you to suck or lick or really do anything except take whatever he had to offer as he all but fed you his cock. Part of you thought it was another one of his primal instincts, part of you thought it was because he almost never came in your mouth. He hated for the night to end before he’d get the chance to be buried inside other parts of your body. Of course, it never did. Just one round with Billy was rare and the man could bounce back into it in a matter of minutes if he was in the mood. You supposed he wouldn’t take the risk of not being up to go another round, though the risk was barely there.
You kept your mouth open while Billy did most of the work. As usual it didn’t require much of your concentration so you used that to your advantage. Snaking your hand into your panties, you started playing with your clit. You closed your eyes and moaned around the cock in your mouth.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” Billy hissed when he caught on to what you were doing. You took that as a good sign, never really knowing with Billy because his overall mood would set the boundaries for what you were allowed to do and not when it came to sex. This seemed to be one of those - you wanted to call it - good days where sex was just natural. He didn’t seem to want to play around and you enjoyed those nights the most. Sex with Billy was always interesting and there wasn’t a thing you hadn’t tried which you didn’t love, but sometimes you just really craved that sense of intamacy; where it could just be the two of you enjoying eachother without any rules.
You slid your hand a little lower, pushing two fingers into your pussy without much refrain. You wanted him inside of you, preferably yesterday, so you didn’t want to wait much longer with foreplay and him making sure you were open and ready, something he’d always take time to do. Foreplay was important to him and as much as you enjoyed it, you were desperate for him to fuck you. Now.
“Love how needy you are,” Billy whispered, his hand caressing your cheek and poking into the meat to feel his cock inside. He mused on the fact for a moment, stopping the movements of his hips momentarily. “How badly do you want me to fill that pussy of yours?” He asked, pulling back so that you could answer him. You took a deep breath, licking your lips clean of the mess you’d made in the process.
“So bad,” you panted, not wanting to deny it. Your pussy clenched around your fingers at the thought.
“You look so pretty when you beg,” he pasued. “Beg for me.”
“Please,” you didn’t waste a second, hoping it would spur him on. He shuffled a little forward again, tapping his cock on your cheek and you automatically turned your head to chase it with your mouth. He moved his other hand to grip your jaw, forcing your head back into the position you’d been in previously. Pressing down at each of the sides your mouth opened at its own accord. He once again pushed his cock into your mouth, not stopping until he was nestled all the way, his balls resting against your chin and your nose buried in the neatly trimmed hair on his lower abdomen.
“I think you can beg better than that,” he said as nonchalantly as possible, but you could hear the strain in his voice. He didn’t let up, only pressing impossibly deeper down your throat until you choked around him for air. He pulled out slowly, grinning down at you as you gasped for a much needed breath. Even underneath the confidence he acted upon you could see his concern; afraid he might’ve hurt you. But you smiled back reassuringly, face no doubt a mess with your saliva coating most of it.
“Please fuck me, Billy,” you croaked out and that seemed to do it. He got off you in an instant, patting your thigh as he did so.
“Bend over, baby!” He said and you did as instructed. Withdrawing your hand from your panties you braced on knee on the cushion and both your forearms on the back of the couch. Leaning forward, you arched your back to be sure to give Billy a show. His hand making contact with your ass made you jerk forward. It wasn’t a particularly hard slap, just a playful one, but it surprised you all the same.
“I think you have an unhealthy obsession with my ass,” you muttered craning your neck so you could look back at him. He grinned and stepped a little closer. Hiking the skirt of your dress up to pool around your waist, he pulled your panties down just far enough so that they weren’t in the way.
“Can you blame me?” He asked, pushing his hips snuggly against your behind. His hands once more grabbed a hold your asscheeks, massaging them and you smirked to yourself. “It’s delicious,” he stated, pushing your cheeks together and pushing his cock into the space between them. You moaned as he gave a few experimental thrusts of his hips, allowing himself to play with you a little more. He muttered something under his breath, but it was so quiet you weren’t sure he’d meant for you to hear it or not.
He abruptly pulled back from you and sank to his knees behind you. You looked over your shoulder as he pulled your underwear all the way down, discarding them somewhere in the general direction of your bedroom once you’d stepped out of them. As desperate as you were for him to just fuck you, Billy seemed to have other plans. He took his time, hands roaming all over you as he examined you closely. It was another one of his - you wouldn’t go as far as to call them weird, but they were rather strange - things. He liked to inspect every single part of you, just touching and probing to get a reaction out of you, but not necessarily in any sexual way. You honestly had no idea what that was about, but he gave you attention and soft caresses so you weren’t about to complain.
He leaneded forward and sucked your clit into his mouth. A shaky breath escaped you at the feeling and your legs wobbled. You tried to lean up a little, but Billy ran his hand from your ass, slowly up the long line of your back and you knew not to fight him when he put the slightest bit of pressure between your shoulder blades.
Releasing your small bundle of nerves he moved his mouth upwards, stopping to lick and tease at your entrance. You moaned again, loving how good his mouth felt on your most delicate bodyparts. He didn’t stay for long in one place, licking a stripe with his flat tongue upwards, following the line of your crack. Your knees buckled as he made a point by flicking the tip of his tongue against your asshole. His teeth suddenly dug harshly into the meat of your left asscheek and you winced at the feeling.
“Pussy,” he mumbled, throwing those exact same words back at you that you’d teased him with earlier.
“That’s where I want you, yes,” you threw back with all the sass you could muster. Billy laughed, the rumble of it traveling up your spine as he pressed a single, sweet kiss right on your tight muscle.
“You’re bossy today,” he commented.
“And you’re slow,” you shot back. “Take it or leave it, grandpa.” You grinned over your shoulder and although the angle was odd, you were able to meet his eyes. He sighed, but you could see the humour hadn’t left him just yet. He rose to his feets, grabbing a hold of your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. He used his feet, still clothed in those idiotic slippers which had started all of this, to kick your legs a little further apart. You adjusted your stance, ready for him whenever he was.
“Hey,” his soft voice drew your attention and you met his glance again. He leaned over your back, pressing the sweetest little peck to the corner of your mouth. “I love you.” It was muttered so tenderly it reminded you of how gentle he could be at times. Not that you’d ever forget it.
“I love you, too,” you said back. He didn’t waste any time, holding you still as he slowly pushed through your folds. As always you opened up to him with just the tiniest bit of struggle. He set a pace which had you gasping, not very fast but he hit you deep on every single stroke. Billy kept himself busy, dragging your dress down so that he could press kisses and create bruises on the skin of your shoulders and back. You let him, having enough with focusing your energy on keeping your legs stable and grabbing onto the couch which really was the only thing you could reach.
“You getting close?” He breathed against the back of your neck and you nodded wordlessly even though it’d probably take you a few more minutes. Billy used his hold on your hips to change the angle, hitting your g-spot straight on and it had you a moaning mess in no-time. “Touch yourself. Fuck, you look so sexy when you do that,” he said. You did as told, snaking one hand down to your clit and rubbing it in tiny circles. Your breathing laboured and you closed your eyes at the feeling. Billy quickened his pace a little, his skin now slapping against yours in the most obscene noises. He kept praising you as you climbed higher and higher, your pussy clenching down on Billy unconsciously as you were dangerously close to comming.
Your orgasm finally washed over you, leaving you buzzing all over. Your high pitched moan had Billy chuckle breathlessly, but there was humour in it now. He kept fucking you through it, draping himself along the line of your back. Grabbing a hold of your hand still clutching the couch, he brought it up to your chest. Using his own strength and balance, he forced you into a standing position. He kept you up with an arm thrown around your waist and the hand around your wrist, locking you in his embrace as he slowed his pace noticeably. His cock grazed over your g-spot, prolonging your orgasm until you were no longer shaking in his arms.
“You good?” He asked, trailing wet kisses along the side of your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against his shoulder to give him better access.
“Mhm,” you hummed happily, pulling your fingers away from your clit as Billy’s pace stopped completely.
“Got one more in you, baby?” He questioned you craned your head to meet his eyes.
“Always,” you grinned, a little tiredly, but it still seemed to make him happy. He slowly pulled himself out of you, stumbling over the pants pooling around his ankles as he took a set on the couch. He looked like he was about to say something, but his open arms were the only invitation you needed. Climbing into his lap, you hoisted yourself up on your still wobbly knees. Your thighs shook with the effort it took and he slowly ran his hands over them, stopping to grab a handful of your ass. No surprise there really.
You took his cock in your hand, stroking him a few times and making sure he was completely coated in the mess of your own making. He grinned lazily at you, watching with his eyes trained on your hand. You lowered yourself slowly down on him, the burn of the stretch feeling so good now. You tried to keep your eyes open, but they fluttered close as he pushed deeper into you.
“Oh, fuck!” You breathed out, never getting enough of this. Never getting enough of him. You swirled your hips a little, making sure he was fully sheathed within you. Billy let out a filthy groan, using his hands on your ass to help you grind against him. You started lifting yourself off his cock slowly, slamming down with a little more force. You wanted to set a quick pace, push Billy to the finish line as well, but there was only so much you were able to do when he’d already fucked you almost senseless.
Billy leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours as you moved against him. He let out small moans every time you came back down. He caught your bottomlip between his teeth, tugging at it. Your pace faltered with that and he used it to his advantage. Holding you down, he gave a small thrust of his hips which had you jerking against him with how deep he hit you. Keeping you unmoving with one hand at your ass, the other one went up to start tugging your dress off. You helped him, finding the hem and pulling it off your body. Where it went after it was over your head didn’t matter. All that mattered was how Billy leaned forward to attack your throat with his mouth. As he did so you started working on his own shirt. There was little help from Billy, except that he pulled away from your neck just long enough for the piece of clothing to be hauled over his head.
His lips were back on yours in an instant and you clenched around him on purpose, reminding him that you were supposed to ride him - preferably until he came - not sit there unmoving and warming his cock. Although that thought crossed your mind as well and brought the heat back into your belly. He groaned, tearing his mouth away from yours so that you could move freely, but not before swatting at your ass as an encouragement.
You started moving with a bit more frenzy, building your own orgasm in the process while pushing Billy towards his first of the night. His hands kept wandering, stroking every inch of flesh he could reach, but inevitably coming back to squeeze and pay extra attention to certain parts. Your ass was never left unattended for more than a few seconds at the time, neither were your breasts. He’d either have his hands on them almost the entire time or his mouth whenever he felt cheeky enough to lean in for a lick at your nipples. Many things could be said about Billy, but one thing was certain; he was not passive in bed. He’d always find new ways to occupy himself even as you did most of the work.
You lasted only a few more minutes before your thighs started shaking. Billy noticed as well and took matters into his own hands. Quite literally. He used his hands on your ass to halt your movements, once more holding you down as he laid back on the couch. He maneuvered a little so he could place both his feet on the cushion and when he seemed comfortable, you moved down with him. Placing your forearms on his chest for support you took the opportunity to run your hands through his hair, tugging gently.
Bracing his feet he started thrusting into you with a newfound need for release. You clung to him, bringing your face to his as the two of you switched between kissing and just breathing each other's air. With Billy in control of the movements, you snaked one hand down between your bodies again. Finding your clit easily, you rubbed quickly at it while Billy groaned.
There were so many things you wanted to say as you felt yourself reach the end, some witty comeback, but you couldn’t find the energy to come up with something. You suspected Billy didn’t either. He’d been surprisingly quiet tonight, so far that is. His usual filthy comments had been kept to a minimum and you figured it was just one of those times where there was no need for sexy talk to get the right mood.
“Billy,” you uttered his name like it was prayer, hoping he’d catch on.
“I got you, baby,” he breathed against your cheek. “Come for me. So good for me,” he praised you, his voice thick and that twang of his New Yorkan accent coming out so well as he was getting close. He kept giving you small praises, some of which weren’t even coherent, as you fell off the edge. Your pussy clenched dangerously tight around him as you shuddered against him, moaning sinfully against his open mouth. He closed the distance, lips latching over yours and he swallowed every sound you had to offer.
The aftermath shook you to your core, heat spreading all over your body, flaming your cheeks and neck most of all. You had to tear yourself away from Billy’s mouth to breathe properly and he cradled your face into the side of his neck. Holding you tightly against him he started thrusting into you a little fast, chasing his own orgasm for all it was worth. You could feel yourself still throbbing around him, your clit tingling with just the right amount of overstimulation whenever his pelvis brushed against it.
You moaned against his neck, not denying that it felt so good to be used like this even after the glow of your orgasm started dying down. You kissed along Billy’s neck, sucking his earlobe between your teeth as you waited patiently for him to finish.
He came with a small grunt, hips jerking into yours and losing all his rhythm. You could feel his cum filling you up, the heat of it settling as a different kind of pit deep in your belly. Only God knew you could never get enough of that feeling.
He pushed into you a few more times, half-thrusts at no particular pace as he rode out his orgasm. You lifted your head, looking down at him as he glanced up at the ceiling with hazy eyes. It made you grin as you kept watching him until he eventually stilled.
“I love you,” you mumbled after a long while, afraid you’d upset his euphoria if you spoke sooner.
“Love you,” he hummed, still not fully back to earth by the sound of it. You chuckled, leaning forward to press a slow kiss to his lips. That seemed to wake him up because his hands started wandering again, throwing themselves around your back and holding you pressed against him. “I love you,” he said again, a little clearer this time.
You smiled, bumping your nose against his. You shifted a little so that you could lay down fully on his chest and as you did so your pussy clenched involuntarily around him. He groaned, his hands immediately coming down to your ass. He grabbed the globed once more and helped you grind lazily against him, not fully ready to pull out yet despite the fact you could feel him softening inside of you.
“We never got to do that thing,” Billy muttered, pressing a small kiss to your temple and you hummed, feeling rather content as it is.
“Wishing factory’s closed for today,” you reminded him and you felt him shrug halfheartedly underneath you.
“Next time,” he mused and you chuckled. The force of your laugh made you squeeze around his cock again and though he must be really sensitive by now, he made no effort to pull out. And you were content with staying in this moment for a while longer, the lower bodies of the both of you making small movements against each other.
“Next time we’ll play a game of something I can actually beat you at,” you told him and he chuckled, moving one hand to stroke calmingly along your back.
“Oh really?” There was a knowingness in his tone, as if he didn’t quite belive that would happen. Still, you were adamant to win for once.
“Mhm,” you confirmed. “And then I’ll make you do that thing I’ve always wanted you to do.” You lifted your head to meet his eyes and could see they were already clouded with lust. Already. Oh, this was going to be a long night!
Hi bestie, I'm new to your blog, I love your Billy fics, wanna be moots ಥ‿ಥ
Hi! Great to hear you like my fics! I’m currently working on Winner takes it all part 2 which should be up later today 😉
I must confess I’m either too old or haven’t spent enough time on this site yet, because I have no idea what “moots” mean. I hope it’s a good thing? A clarification would be nice, haha 😅
Glad you like it! The way I see Billy then he’s a dork and a sweetheart around the people he love and I feel like most of the fics out there depict him as too serious.
My biggest inspiration is that scene at the carrousels with Frank’s family. I feel like you really get to see a glimpse at him behind closed doors. And we need to see more of that Billy! We deserve to!
Dude! You just gotta know that I think it’s so great that you of all people liked this because I’ve been using a lot from your account as inspiration! The prompts and headcons you have are just on point!
So yeah, this is so fun for me!
And I definitely plan on writing a steamy sequel to this one. When it comes to that thing, I don’t even know what it is yet, that’s why I wrote it like that so people can imagine it for themselves 🤔 Do you have any ideas?
Summary: Reader and Billy plays a game where the looser has to do whatever the winner wants.
Warnings: None really. Just some fluff, might make a steamy part 2 though. Wink wink ;)
Wordcount: 2,1 k
Part 2 can be found here!
Mr. Russo,
I have the other one and I’m hiding somewhere in the apartment. Looser does whatever the winner wants.
Best of luck.
Mrs. Russo
You click the cap back onto the sharpie and put it down. A small squeal of excitement left you at the wonderful idea you’d just come up with. Billy had been working way too much these past weeks. Ever since you’d returned from your honeymoon he’d almost never been around, stuck at the office having to get caught up with everything he’d missed while the two of you had been away. You missed him and his company. You missed the playful banter the two of you used to have before his schedule got packed and work required him to be there almost 24/7.
Which was why you had stopped by a toystore on your way home from work today and gotten two Nerf-guns. You and Billy used to do fun things like this all the time and since he’d promised he’d be home early today you decided to try to bring back some of that playfulness of your relationship. You’d never actually had a gunfight with him, mostly because you knew you’d lose, but you’d definitely done a lot of other weird things. Frank had always said the two of you were like toddlers who couldn’t sit still for more than one second, but you knew he secretly loved the way you and your husband acted around each other. Frank would sometimes seem like a really scary person, but once you’d get to know him he was the biggest sweetheart on the planet. And just similar to that; Billy was so serious when it came to his job, but behind closed doors he was as dorky and funny as ever. At least when he was with you.
Grinning to yourself you pulled the toyguns out of the bag and started ripping the boxes open. It took you a while to get everything out of the boxes because it had a ton of those small wires which held the guns in place inside the plasticthing. You hated how toycompanies always had to pack everything so thoroughly. I mean, weren’t Nerf meant for, like, five year olds? No five year old could get that box open!
And it also took you some time to assemble everything, reading the instructions on how to load the darts into the gun, because yes; you were one of those people who read the instructions even on a kid’s toy. Once you were done you fired off one dart from each of the guns, aiming at the door, just to make sure they worked. You reloaded the dart into Billy’s gun first because his only had space for three darts. You’d bought him a handgun-like toy while you’d gotten a bigger one which could hold more darts for yourself. Was it fair? Hell yes, because let’s face it; there was no way you could beat Billy in a gunfight - even with toyguns - if you started on equal grounds. Some advantage on your part was only fair.
You left the gun in front of the threshold and taped the note to the outside of the door before closing it behind you. Now, you just needed to figure out where to hide. Not behind the frontdoor, that would be the first place he’d look. The closet by the entrance seemed stupid, because that meant you’d have to open the door to reach him and he’d hear and see it before it’d give you the chance to shoot. Behind the kitchenisland seemed too obvious, so did behind the couch. Behind the curtains? Wasn’t that just cliché?
You needed to find a place where you could pop up quickly and unexpectedly, preferably before he’d be able to turn around. It felt mean to shoot your husband in the back, but in your mind this was war! And hell if you’d lose since you had all the advantages.
You spent the next five minutes roaming around the apartment and looking for places to hide. And damn Billy for keeping the place so neat! There were no curtains in the shower, which had initially been a really good idea, but the glasswalls wouldn’t do much to protect you from his sight. There was minimal furniture you could hide behind and his apartment was big and had open sightlines. He’d spot you wherever you choose to hide.
You settled for crowding yourself into the corner behind the door leading into your bedroom. It wasn’t ideal, but it was really the best option you could think of. You waited there until you heard the front door open and close just a few minutes later. You immediately knew Billy had seen your present because he was silent. Typically, he’d come home with a strut in his stride or shout something really cliché like “Honey, I’m home!”. But this time he was quiet and you tried to listen to where he might be looking for you.
The wait was almost agonizing because you had no idea where he was. Billy had a talent for sneaking around silently, for making even his heavy combatboots step quietly on the ground and avoiding whichever floorboards might be creaking. You had no idea if he was right outside of the bedroom or if he was on the other side of the flat. It could really be either and the uncertainty of not knowing made your heart race. It was all fun and games, sure, but you were competitive, perhaps even more than Billy himself. You were in it to win it, while Billy enjoyed the chase more than anything.
You waited and waited and waited until suddenly the door you’d been hiding behind was wrenched away from you, the only shield you had. Billy was quicker than you’d expected because you didn’t have the time to do anything before one his darts hit you right in the middle of your chest.
“I can’t believe you shot me!” You exclaimed as you stared up at him. The smug look on his face was evident and God how you hated it when he got all smug with you.
“Wasn’t that the point?” He asked and you pouted.
“I still can’t believe you shot me!” You huffed out while taking a step out from the corner you’d been hiding in to no use. “And it hurt!” You told him matter-of-factly. The pain wasn’t ubareable, far from it, but those toyguns fired off surprisingly hard darts. And it had hit right over your sternum so it had hurt more than you’d assumed it would. Why would they give those things to children? It could certainly take an eye out if you were unlucky.
“Oh, come on, baby!” Billy grinned and you narrowed your eyes at him. Lifting your own gun you fired three rapid darts right at his chest and abdomen. His chuckle died down as he tried to duck and turn around. “Ouch!” He muttered, but you could still hear it. It was your turn to grin.
“Pussy,” you mumbled under your breath, but keeping your voice loud enough for him to hear it.
“What was that?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Pussy,” you said a little louder this time as you held his glance, firing off two more rounds.
“Okay, okay!” He raised his hands in surrender and crossed the few feet of distance between the two of you. He grabbed the gun out of your hands and turned to place it on the dresser behind him, leaving his own there as well. “God, I love you!” He grinned as he turned back to you, pulling you close and planting a sweet peck on your lips. You matched his smile as you melted against him, bringing your arms up to curl around his neck.
“How did you even find me so easily?” You wondered. You hadn’t even heard him sneak up on you, hadn’t even been aware he’d been so close before he’d already shot you. You had kept the door to the bedroom open on purpose, so that you could see him enter the room before he’d be able to spot you in your hiding place.
“You know there’s a crack in the door, right?” He raised an eyebrow at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He let go of you so he could show you. Moving the door back in place where it had been, you could now see the obvious slit of the frame. He’d probably seen you from outside of the room, you thinking you were smart. It had been a good idea at the time, but you hadn’t even contemplated that the open door would created a crack big enough for him to see you through it. Oh well.
“So, what does the winner want?” You asked as you played with the short hair at the back of his neck. He leaned down to place a wet kiss right underneath your ear and you closed your eyes at the sensation. Tilting your head a little more to the side and back to give him better access, you expected him to almost take you right then and there.
“I want you…” he trailed off and you nodded eagerly while you waited for him to finish. “To make me dinner,” he mumbled, his hot breath ghosting your skin. You nodded again, pausing abruptly when you registered what he’d actually said.
“What?” You asked, lifting your head to meet his eyes as he grinned down at you.
“You heard me,” he simply said. You rolled your eyes.
“You could ask anything of me and you want me to make you dinner? I mean, you know how awful my cooking skills are so it’ll be your funeral.” You tried to shrug nonchalantly, hoping this was one of those games of his where he’d make you pretend he didn’t want to fuck you senseless, only to turn the tables on you when you least expected it. Billy was really unpredictable like that.
“I still don’t understand why you never learned to cook,” Billy mused, hands moving to rest on your hips and only squeezing the flesh there in thought, nothing more.
“Why would I need to when New York is flooded with places to get take out and I have the best husband in the world who can cook one hell of a steak?” You teased as you leaned further into him. He chuckled, the hands on your hips pulling you even closer. Reaching up on the tips of your toes, you planted a slow kiss to his lips.
“Now, go make me dinner,” he all but demanded, but there was still nothing but playfulness in his voice. You chuckled as he gently slapped your ass.
“Is that really what you want, though? I mean, you could make me do that thing you’ve always wanted me to try,” you told him, keeping your voice low and seductive as you pressed your entire body against his. You moved one of your hands to grasp at that expensive tie of his around his neck, twirling it around your fingers. “Or we could do it in the ass!” You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he tilted his head back in a loud laugh.
“Go!” He ordered once more, but it was impossible for him to keep his voice or face straight.
“Fine,” you huffed as you untangled from him. “But if you die of foodpoisoning, don’t blame me!” You said over your shoulder as you began to head down the hall towards the kitchen.
“I’ll come help you,” he promised and you turned around in your tracks.
“You’ll teach me how to cook?” You grinned and he nodded.
“Just gonna undress first.”
“Ooh, getting undressed! I like the sound of that!” You bit your lip playfully and he just rolled his eyes.
“And getting dressed again. Sweats and a t-shirt, baby. Nothing sexy about that,” he told you.
“Ooh, sweatpants! I like the sound of that as well.” You matched the same tone you’d used before, but somehow your voice cracked a little with humour. “Are you gonna throw some dirty, old socks into that mix, too? Because that’s gonna blow my mind, baby!” You teased him and he shook his head, but the smile on his lips was clear as day.
“God, you’re insane!” He chuckled.
“That’s why you married me!” You threw over your shoulder as you turned back around and headed for the kitchen.
Warnings: Smut, rough sex, vaginal sex, oral (female recieving), blink and you’ll miss it mention of anal, unprotected sex (does that even need a warning? I don’t think condoms excist in SOB-verse) but anyway; wrap it before you tap it, guys!
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You had yet to discover just how dangerous General Kirigan really was. You were reminded of his darkness every time you looked at him. The black pools of his eyes swallowed yours, showing you the depth of his darkened soul and sometimes you swore you could even see more than that. You could feel the darkness every time he was near, like a cold gust of wind which would somehow center around you. The feeling would always start as a tingle in the base of your spine, slowly creeping up your back and spreading goosebumps in its way. You’d never thought you could actually feel the dark, but with Kirigan you certainly could. They didn’t call him the Darkling for nothing, after all. Yet, you had never been afraid of him.
Not even now, as you lay naked and spread on top of the black sheets of his bed, nothing shielding you but his looming shadows. You once again found yourself in one of the most vulnerable of positions, head thrown back, neck bared and exposed with your legs spread as wide as they would go; and the Darkling’s head in between them. His tongue was hungrily lapping at your cunt as if he was a starved man, which might even be true, but really who cared in that moment? His hands had an irongrip on your hips, holding them down as you tried to buck up into his mouth. His stimulation to your clit was too much, but not nearly enough at the same time. He was too good at torturing you like this.
“Please,” the simple word left your lips in a whimper, so small and careful you were afraid he might not hear it. Not that it would matter, because Kirigan hardly ever cared whether you pleaded or not. He used you as he liked and even if you had all the power in the world there was nothing you could do about it. He’d push you to the finishline eventually, he always did, but each time with him was different. There had been times he’d spent hours between your legs, bringing you orgasm after orgasm until you weren’t certain you could handle it anymore. And even then he wouldn’t stop until you were all but passed out from overstimulation and the exhaustion it brought.
And sometimes he’d go at it for hours without letting you cum, using everything he had to torture you until you would be begging for him to let you reach the high you were chasing. Many things could be said about the Darkling, but very few knew how patient and in control he was in the privacy of his bedchambers. Even fewer had probably experienced it.
He could pleasure you for hours without giving a single thought to his own pleasure. You enjoyed those nights because it made you believe that perhaps he wasn’t just using you. That perhaps your own comfort mattered to him. On other nights, though, the tables turned. He’d use your body for his own enjoyment for as long as he saw fit. He’d fuck you for so long it’d leave you sore, shaking and bordering on painfully done for. And if you ever claimed it was too much, that your pussy so abused it was nearly beyond saving, he wouldn’t have it. He never pushed you too far. There was never a time he wouldn’t stop if you’d utter you were done, but as he’d once said; “You have two more holes. We’re far from done”.
On those nights you were almost afraid he’d break you. He never did, but one of these days he just might.
He gave one final, long lick to your cunt. Taking his time to drag his tongue all the way from your opening and up to your clit, he sucked the swollen nub between his lips. A small moan of protest escaped your throat as he realised it. Placing a small kiss at your left hipbone, where his fingers had been digging into the skin and no doubt left bruises for Genya to cover up in the morning, he crawled up your body. You whined as his hand wrapped itself around your neck, not squeezing to cut off your air supply, just resting there. A reminder of who you belonged to.
He pushed into you slowly, the impressive girth of his cock stretching you beyond belief. No matter how many times you did this you always wondered how he could possibly fit inside you. But he always made it. You wondered if he took some sort of sick pride in that fact. You did. You’d struggled to take him in the first few times, not being used to being with men who was as… Well-endowed as General Kirigan was. But once you had learned to relax enough for him to enter without much resistance you’d felt the sense of pride wash over you. You were only there to please him, after all. Couldn’t you shower in the feeling of passing that task successfully?
He didn’t give you much time to get used to him, pulling out slowly and back in without wasting another beat or hesitating. He was careful on the first few thrusts, he always was. Another gasp left you as he went particularly deep on the fourth stroke, hitting your cervix and almost passing right through it. A small groan escaped his lips as well, but other than he was as quiet as always. He never said much during sex, content to only offer you small noises of pleasure. And it was enough for you. He didn’t need to speak, you already knew he enjoyed this.
He set a brutal pace almost from the start. His hand at your throat prevented you from moving up the bed along with the strength of his thrusts. Your own hands wrapped themselves along his wrist and you closed your eyes, tipping your head further back. You were content to just hang on for the ride.
You lost track of how long he kept it up, having a feeling this was going to be one of those nights where you could hardly stand on your feet at the end of it all. He fucked you into the mattress for at least a quarter of an hour, that much you were sure of. At least enough time passed that you could hardly feel him anymore, your pussy throbbing with need and raw with frictionburns. His hand on your thigh, the one you hadn’t even registered until he moved it, graced over your cunt. You panted and forced your eyes open as he created a V with his fingers, gliding it over where the two of you connected. You could feel his touch on your inner lips every time he withdrew, your tight pussy clinging to his cock and drawing him back in.
You kept your eyes locked on his face, getting lost in his beautiful features. It wasn’t surprising he’d managed to lure you into his bed in the first place. He was handsome, beyond perfect even. You’d always found this to be your preferred vision of him. Not just because you got to see him in all his naked glory, but because you believed this might be the closest you’d ever get to see the real him. When the lines around his eyes were softened due to the fact that you’d managed to lift some weight off of his heavy shoulders. When his hair was messed up and some stray strands were framing his face after he’d allowed you to run your fingers through it. When his mouth was slightly parted with every shallow breath he took, small grunts and groans leaving it every now and then. When his eyes would shift between being open and looking so bright, even in the dull light, and screwing up in pleasure. He was a sight to behold, truly.
He looked up from where he’d watched himself pushing in and out of your body and met your glance. He held it, not saying anything and you resisted the urge to close your eyes. It always felt strange whenever he’d meet your eyes during moments like this. It was like there was a connection there that neither of you wanted to admit to existing. It almost felt tender, how much his eyes would soften the moment they landed on yours, but there was nothing tender about the Darkling. Nor your relationship with him.
His pace faltered just the tiniest bit and though you might have imagined it, you still closed your eyes, shutting whatever it was you were feeling out. He seemed to have been able to shake it as well, because he thrusted even harder into you. A small shriek left your lips at the force of it, feeling him as deep as he would go.
His hand dropped from your neck and your hands followed it for something to hold onto. He switched his hands around, the one at your cunt grabbing a hold at your hip, smearing your slick onto your skin there, and angling it upwards. He hit your g-stop on the next thrust and you moaned loudly. You could almost sense the change in him. He was in no mood to play tonight.
You helped him remain the position, bracing your left foot on the sheets to hold your weight and draping the other leg around his hip. His hand, the one you were clutching onto, went to rest on your stomach. You opened your eyes to watch, seeing his hand rise and fall with every thrust of his hips. It was always a fascinating sight, how his cock was big enough to make dents in your stomach show from the outside. His thumb went to your clit and you were done for almost before he touched you.
He rubbed harsh circles, pressing hard and just on this side of painful with pleasure as an aftertaste. It didn’t take long before you felt that pit in your stomach grow, barely registering with how everything from your waist down felt sore and numb already from his ministrations. But the heat rising inside of you was unmistakable, your muscles clenching up in anticipation. And Kirigan knew you were close as well. He let it be known to you by letting out a particularly loud moan, something he always did when you tightened around him, consciously or not.
The coil snapped before you were even aware of how close to edge you’d been. Your eyes screwed up shut and your head fell back against the pillows with a soft thud. A silent scream escaped you as the waves of pleasure washed over you. You felt as if your whole body had been lit on fire, as if you were being burned alive at the stake. The heat spread all the way to the tips of your toes and your temples tingled as you struggled to draw decent gulps of air down your lungs.
Kirigan kept thrusting into you, prolonging your orgasm as you struggled to come down. His pace was a little more erratic and you thanked the Saints that it appeared he would soon finish as well. In your blissed out haze you squeezed his wrist, a silent plea for him to let go as well. He wasn’t far being, but as always it took him a few more minutes. You became aware of your surroundings again, but kept your eyes closed, head turned to the side in a submissive manner. You didn’t want to do anything to upset his rhythm.
He released himself inside of you with a quiet grunt, hips jerking into yours at the end. You were too numb between your legs to feel any of it, but his own high was never mistakable. You missed having sex with others, missed those sweet and gentle times where you could bask in the afterglow with your counterpart. Sex with Kirigan had never been gentle. Whenever he finished he’d have ruined you to the point where you couldn’t feel his cock twitch inside of you, couldn’t feel his cum paint your insides. You missed that, yet you knew the skies would be falling before you’d ever experience that with him.
He pulled himself out of you without another word, as he always did, and climbed off the bed. You reluctantly let him, dropping your hands to your side and keeping your legs spread. You could feel his seed leaking out of you, only registering it when the warm stickiness traveled over the crack of your asshole.
Kirigan was back to wipe it away before it could stain his sheets, though. The touch of the wet cloth in his hand was expected, but it still startled you. You let him clean you without meeting his eyes, relishing in the only gentleness you could get out of him. Aftercare had never been something Kirigan did. Even after the nights where he’d fucked you raw for hours on end, there would be little sweetness from him afterwards. He’d always clean you up, but that was it. You wondered why that was. He treated you as nothing more than a sextoy, you could certainly clean yourself. But he had somehow always done this, always pulling right out of you whenever he counted himself finished with your nightly sessions and gone straight for a bowl and washcloth. You weren’t about to complain.
“You may see yourself out now,” he muttered once he was content with his job. Once more he left the bed and you longingly watched after him as he padded naked into the bathroom connected to his chamber. That was another thing he always did when the two of you were done; went to wash himself while you got dressed and made an escape for your own chamber. Right. Of course he wasn’t about to let you stay tonight.
You climbed out of his bed and hurried to dress once more, even though your body screamed in protest. Once you were done, you left his chambers without another word. He had been surprisingly tame with you tonight. Don’t misunderstand, he’d been far from gentle. In fact, he’d fucked you with the same roughness he did every night. But you hadn’t spent more than an hour total in his room. You wondered what that would mean for tomorrow. Would that possibly be the night he’d finally break you?
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