Billy Butcher x Reader! (18! NSFW)
So, what do you think Butcher’s planning to give you this Valentine’s?
Gift-giving has always been your primary way of expressing love. Each member of The Boys received their own chocolate, wrapped in a fancy box with an additional gift inside.
Kimiko received a new pair of matching sunglasses to wear with Frenchie.
Annie got her favorite perfume.
Hughie received an extra piece of chocolate because he is the easiest to please.
MM was given a box of chamomile tea.
“I dare you to open it here~” you whispered in his ear as you handed him the box.
You had left earlier, telling everyone you were meeting a few friends.
“The gift-giving doesn’t stop with you lot. Happy Valentine’s!” you called out, waving goodbye with a sly grin.
“Why haven’t you open yours?” Hughie asked Butcher.
“It’s the same as y’all” he grunted
“He’s got a bigger prize waitin’ t’night. No need to press the man” MM said, nudging at Hughie in the elbow. Frenchie and Kimiko just giggled at that.
“All ya are twats” Butcher left with a grunt, though he held the gift carefully in his hands.
Sitting in his car, he debated whether to open it. The temptation quickly outweighed his self-control, and he tore the box open.
Inside was the same chocolate the others had received, but he knew there was something more waiting for him.
His hands searched beneath the lining of the box, fingers brushing against something softer. He pulled it out slowly. A red G-string.
Whatever restraint he had left began to unravel.
Without thinking, he lifted it closer and inhaled. It carried a faint trace of you, clean and familiar, like your skin after a long bath.
“Fuck me…” He audibly said it out loud.
There he goes again, digging through the box, searching for more hidden gems tucked beneath the layers.
Raunchy high-angle Polaroid of you, a single red ribbon wrapped strategically across your chest, your legs crossed just enough to leave the rest to imagination. At the bottom signed…
“Please return it at 9 PM~ you will be humbly rewarded~ XOXO”
“Where did she get this fuckin’ idea from?!” he shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was both astonished and unsettled by how effortlessly you matched his intensity, possibly even exceeding it.
Butcher didn’t intend to lose the game. He drove off quickly, his mind already racing with thoughts of what he would do to you tonight.
At exactly 9 p.m., the doorbell rang. You checked the front camera and saw Butcher standing there, holding a small gift box, different from the one you had.
You grabbed your coat and opened the door for him. He gave a low whistle “Got ya somethin’.”
It caught you off guard—you hadn’t expected a gift from him.
“Mmm… should I open it now?” you teased.
You wrapped him in a big hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then you opened the box, revealing the red lipstick you had always wanted. Another shocking news, he actually listened to you! But, next to the box was a hand written letter with vague patches of red smudges and one long phalic-like print.
“What am I looking at?” you asked, genuinely confused.
“Got a lil crafty, don’t worry, I used the lipstick y’left in my apartment” he said proudly
“It still red down there”
Yes, he did covered his hard cock with lipstick and stamped it on a paper.
“Now, about that prize that I will be havin’…can it start with ya cleanin’ every inch of m’cock?” he asked, a sly edge to his voice.
“Mmm~ Tell me,” you murmured “hand-scrubbed or a good vacuum?”
“How ‘bout both?” he said as his arm slid around your waist.
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