Hellooo it’s so fun to read some fresh ideas from a new blog! I would like to request a threesome female reader with Butcher and Frenchie. I was thinking reader and Frenchie are good friends / established FWBs, so when reader mentions she’s interested in Butcher (maybe while Frenchie and her are already getting it on and Butcher arrives to the safe house) it’s easy to include him. Double penetration would also be great if you’re ok with that but if you want to take the scenario in a different direction, that’s fine too, whatever is easiest for you to write! I would just love smut with both of them hehe. Thank you!!
So uh I had way too much fun writing this 👀
-Warnings: Threesome, Billy Butcher x Frenchie Female Reader, intense sexual acts, double penetration, manual stimulation, possessive language, sexual control, biting/marking, creampie/breeding theme, safe house setting.
-Summary: While spending some intimate time with Frenchie at the safe house, a whispered confession about your desire for Butcher leads to an unexpected turn when he arrives. What begins with Frenchie observing your reaction quickly escalates into an intense, possessive, and raw encounter where both men claim you together.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of skin and friction. Frenchie was thorough, his hands roaming over your body with a deliberate, focus that made your breath hitch. He wasn't just moving..he was savoring every response, his brow furrowed in that intense, concentrated way he had, even when it was just the two of you.
"Focus on me, ma chérie”he murmured, his voice a low, raspy velvet against your ear as he shifted your hips to deepen the angle. "You are drifting away again".
You bit your lip, the embarrassment making your cheeks burn, but you couldn't help the confession that tumbled out. "I'm sorry, it's just... I keep thinking about Butcher. I know it's stupid, but he's been on my mind all day".
Frenchie paused, his thumb tracing the racing pulse at your throat. He didn't pull awayy instead, he leaned back just enough to look at your face, his expression curious and warm. "Stupid? Non.I have seen the way he watches you when he thinks no one is looking. The way his eyes linger on your neck, the way he catches glimpses of you when you walk by..he wants this as much as you do".
Just as he spoke, the unmistakable, heavy thud of combat boots hit the hallway floorboards. The rhythm of your breathing stuttered. You knew that stride anywhere. It was purposeful, heavy, and undeniably Butcher.
Frenchie let out a soft, knowing laugh, reaching for his phone on the nightstand while keeping his other hand firmly on your waist. "You don't have to be embarrassed, mon petit”he whispered, his thumbs flying over the screen. "I will send him a message. Let him come to us".
He locked the phone and set it aside, his eyes locked on yours. "Now, relax. Just let yourself feel, yes? He will be here soon"
The bedroom door didn't just open, it groaned as it swung wide, hitting the stop with a sharp thwack. You didn't need to look to know who it was. The heavy, measured thud of boots hitting the carpet confirmed it before you even smelled the stale smoke and ozone that always trailed him like a shadow.
Butcher didn't say a word at first. He just leaned against the doorframe, those cold, hazel eyes raking over the scene. He looked like he’d been dragged through hell and back, his jacket stained with fresh grime, but that gaze? It was predatory, focused entirely on the way you were arched against the bed , completely undone.
"You two havin' a good time?" Butcher’s voice was a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the mattress. He pushed off the doorframe, crossing the room in three long, heavy strides. He didn't waste time on pleasantries. He reached down, grabbing a handful of your hair to yank your head back so he could see your face, his expression dark and hungry. "Frenchie tellin' me you were thinkin' about me?"
You couldn't breathe, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I—"
"Don't stutter," he hissed, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. He glanced over at Frenchie, a flicker of something possessive passing between them. "Move, Frenchie. You've had your turn".
Frenchie chuckled, pulling back slowly but keeping his hands on your waist, his eyes bright with excitement. "Always a pleasure to share, Billy. She is yours".
Butcher didn't wait for a second invitation. He shoved Frenchie aside just enough to wedge himself in, his knees hitting the mattress with a heavy thud. He was all raw aggression, his rough hands clamping onto your hips with a grip that left no room for argument.
"You lookin' at me like you’re beggin' for it," Butcher growled, his face inches from yours. He looked down at the way you were already flushed and ready, his eyes darkening further. "Frenchie’s good, I’ll give him that. But he’s soft. You want to see what happens when I take charge?"
He didn't give you a chance to answer before he dragged you up, his movements forceful and demanding. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice raw. "I want you lookin' at me when I fuck you".
Following Butcher’s command, Frenchie maneuvered with a nimble and practiced ease. He slid down, settling flat against the mattress on his back, and pulled you back against his chest so you were straddling him, your back pressed firmly against his torso. His hands immediately found your hips, guiding you to drop down onto his cock, his thrusts from behind meeting your internal wetness with a wet, squelching slap.
You gasped, the sensation of Frenchie filling you from behind already overwhelming, but it was only the beginning. Butcher loomed over you, his shadow swallowing the light, and shoved his way between your legs. He didn't bother with small talk, driving into you from the front with a harsh, punishing thrust that forced a broken, whimpery cry from your lips.
"Look at you," Butcher growled, his voice a gravelly rasp as he clamped his heavy hands onto your shoulders, pinning you between them. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing the skin before he sank them in hard enough to leave a mark. "Stuffed full, aren't ya? You’re so fucking tight, I can barely move in here".
You were being stretched to your absolute limit. The feeling of both of them hitting you from opposite sides made your head spin, your body slick and drowning in heat. You were so wet that your juices were literally dripping down Frenchie's thighs, turning the sheets beneath him into a sodden mess, and the constant friction was coating Butcher’s balls in your slick.
"Look at her, Frenchie," Butcher commanded, his eyes locked onto yours, dilated and dark with possession. "She’s takin' both of us like a champ. Look at how that pretty little cunt of hers is rippin' around us".
Frenchie, his breathing erratic and sharp, kissed the mark Butcher had left on your neck, his hands clutching your waist to keep you anchored to him. "It is exquisite, non?" Frenchie groaned, his hips slamming into yours from behind to hit a spot that made your vision blur. "She is so incredibly tight, Billy. She was made for this".
You were a mess of whimpers and gasps, your nails digging into Butcher's shoulders as you hit the edge. "I—I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum!" you whimpered with flushed cheeks.
"Me too," Frenchie gasped, his thrusts turning frantic and deep.
Butcher let out a low, guttural laugh, his hips slamming into yours with a force that rattled your teeth. He pinned you against him, his eyes burning into yours with a look of pure, unadulterated claim. "That's it, pet," he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous, possessive whisper. "You gonna let us both fill you up? Let us paint the inside of that pretty little cunt of yours? I want to see you leak us everywhere".
You couldn't even answer, just let out a shattered sob as the pleasure ripped through you. Butcher followed you over the edge, his body tensing as he surged into you, growling your name into your skin as he and Frenchie both found their release deep inside you.
As the tremors finally began to subside, Butcher grunted and withdrew sliding out with a thick, wet sound, followed immediately by Frenchie pulling out from behind. You stayed slumped against Frenchie’s chest, breathless and shattered. Butcher didn't move away, though..he reached out, his calloused fingers diving deep into your slick, leaking pussy, ruthlessly scooping and pushing the mixture of cum back inside you.
"Don't you dare waste any of it," Butcher growled, his eyes dark as he watched his hand work. "You’re keepin' every drop of us, sweetheart."
Thank you for the wonderful request! I’m currently drafting and working through the other requests in my inbox, so please bear with me! Thanks for all the love, guys!
