Pairing: Billy Butcher x You (Reader) || Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 1.2k || Link to Part 1 (Not necessary to read to understand Part 2, but here if you want more!) || BeYoursBB FIC MASTERLIST
Summary: Butcher makes sure you never forget what he provides for you and exactly how he does it.
Author's Note: This is my first time writing a little butt stuff so...I hope it's okay? lol I wish my writing was more poetic but if you want to read sex I guess that's what I provide haha feel free to lmk what you think!
Warnings: sugar daddy / daddy kink (the name daddy is used 4 times), age gap (implied, not specified), hair pulling, spanking, vaginal and anal fingering, unprotected p in v, swearing, VERY light degradation and praise
Butcher swooped you up easily in his muscular arms, bringing you in front of the living room couch and setting you down. As soon as your feet hit the carpet, you undressed each other frantically until shoes, outerwear, and underwear littered the ground. You followed Butcher’s lead in propping you up on your knees facing away from him atop the couch. He placed one hand against the front of your throat and kissed the back of your neck causing a shiver to run down your spine. You felt him smile against your skin.
“Miss me?” he asked.
You felt the palm of his other hand against your pelvic bone as his fingers traced circles against your clit. Your body jolted forward like you’d been struck by lightning and you caught yourself on the backrest of the couch. All you could do to avoid melting into the cushions was try to focus on breathing, even with his hard-on pressing against your bare backside.
“Asked ya a question,” he grumbled, and the smack of his hand on the thickest part of your ass caused you to cry out unexpectedly.
“Yes—fuck, yes—I missed you,” you nodded eagerly.
The proof was clear when two of Butcher’s thick fingers entered you and after a few pumps, came out silky wet. You knew he’d take a second to admire how the slick stretched between his knuckles, and you turned in time to see him lick the digits clean before sending them down again between your thighs.
“What d’you miss most, luv?” he asked. “My fingers?”
Your breathing had already become shallow with the way he reached spots your own hand couldn’t, but you shook your head, knowing that wasn’t the correct answer.
“Your cock, Daddy. I need it.”
You felt his chest hair against your back as he trailed wet kisses down your shoulder blade. “Better hang on then,” he whispered.
You did as you were told, gripping the back of the couch like a vice, grateful that he was just as impatient as you. Every time you were bestowed the opportunity to be fucked by this man, you were reminded that he was the biggest you’ve ever taken and that fact alone had you dripping for him. You gulped in anticipation.
Butcher aligned himself to your warm, wet entrance, cocking his head to one side. “Missed this sight,” he mumbled, marveling at the spectacle of your back arched and legs spread eagle waiting for him.
After a couple teasing swipes through your folds, he finally slid inside, and you gasped as inch by inch he stretched you to your limit, completely filling you up. With his hands on your waist, he started slow until your moans for more encouraged him to pick up the pace. Your head dropped to rest atop your knuckles — white from how hard you held onto the furniture’s fabric as he snapped his hips.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, the rhythmic slapping of your skin against his quickly increasing in volume. “Fucking shit.”
A hand on your jaw tugged sideways, exposing one side of your face. You felt warmth on your spine and lips on your shoulder again.
“What’s got you cursing like a sailor, luv?” Butcher asked, in a low, taunting tone. “Is it ‘cause he could never make you feel like this? Your fella couldn’t do what Daddy does for you?”
A heavy breath caught in your throat. Butcher stalled his hips, but you could still feel his length throbbing inside you.
“You didn’t think I knew about your little lad months ago? I tried to be patient with ya, darlin’.”
Butcher stroked your hair, then twisted it all into a fistful.
“Tried to give you some time after the break up,” he continued. “Figure’ you’d want to get the real thing again, get fucked right by the one who knows just how you like it…but no.”
He yanked his fist back, making you shriek. Your walls unwittingly fluttered around him.
“No, instead,” Butcher hissed. “Ya kept me to a bloody text thread.”
As if to emphasize his annoyance, he pulled on you again, hard, forcing your upper body to arch vertically and your head to fall back against him. He released your hair and both of his rough hands found a home on your soft chest, squeezing and teasing as he buried hickies in your neck.
“Daddy,” you whined pathetically, needing friction from his lower half to return. “I’m sorry, I promise I was going t—”
A big hand clamped your mouth shut.
“You gonna take whatever I give ya, alrigh’? That’s how you’ll say you’re sorry.”
You nodded, breathing in through your nose to try to slow your rapid heartbeat. Butcher had a talent for riling you up ‘til the steady ache in your core ignited into a desperate craving for him. Here in your own home, gushing across the cushions visitors sat upon, you were entirely at his mercy — exactly where you wanted to be — and within moments, he was claiming you again, pounding into your tight heat with abandon.
“Fuck, the way ya clenching me,” he grunted, fingers digging into your waist. “Wonder how tight somethin’ else is.”
You swiveled your head enough to meet his gaze as he licked his whole thumb wet and slid it between your cheeks. His hazel eyes were lit with lustful curiosity when he gently stroked the tight rim. You gasped instantly and naturally spread your legs wider.
“Good girl,” he encouraged, genuinely excited. “Need’ya’ta rub yer little clit for me, luv. Gonna help you relax.”
You followed his directions, a warmth beginning to spread from your center as you focused your attention on your own pleasure. You took several deep breaths, each one calming you as the wave of tension from your growing climax rose and threatened to crash. The contrasting force of Butcher’s pelvis with him massaging your second hole was electrifying in ways you didn’t know possible. Little by little he worked you open, spoiling you with kisses and praise.
“You look so fucking gorgeous, takin’ me like this. You like gettin’ both your holes filled, don’tcha darlin’? All the dirtiest sluts love me in their arse."
The truth made you blush as another thrust had you reeling. Your legs trembled, threatening to buckle under the intense pressure.
“Fuck—” you cried out, “I’m gonna cum.”
Butcher steadied you despite his own breath shaking. “Good—good girl. Cum f’me, luv. I’m right with ya.”
Finally, with his thumb buried in you, and his hips driving deeper than ever, you lost all control; your climax tore through you, lighting every nerve ablaze. Overwhelming pleasure washed over you, shattering him in the process. Wrapped around him in more ways than one, Butcher stiffened feeling each time your body spasmed, flooding you with his cum until he’d milked every last drop.
With an exhausted sigh, you crumpled onto the couch. Butcher quickly followed, his broad frame enveloping you.
“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, you’re somethin’ else,” he murmured. “You alrigh’?”
You nodded silently, too tired to speak. You were comfortable here in his arms and against his chest, already drifting off toward dreams as he kissed your forehead.
Several hours later, you woke up alone, a blanket draped over you and your clothes placed on the armchair nearby. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes to see a stack of hundreds of dollars sitting on a side table with a post-it. Next to them was your broken phone from the kitchen that you’d completely forgotten about. You picked up the note to see the message scrawled across.
“Now this is what Daddy’s money gets,” it read. “For a new phone.”
butcher that casually gropes your ass and tits..always has a hand on your hips and thighs…i need him so bad fr
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Distracted
MDNI!!
-Warnings: Butcher x Fem Reader,Breast,Thigh,Hip Touching,Neck kiss,Sexual Teasing,Established Relationship.
-Summary: Billy decides your work can wait when he catches you bent over the safehouse desk.
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You were leaning over the cluttered desk in the safehouse,trying to make sense of the mess of notes in front of you, heavy footsteps came up behind you. Before you could even turn your head, a heavy hand smacked sharply against your arse, which made you jump.
You let out a startled gasp, dropping your pen. Billy stepped right up behind you, towering over you. His hands settled around your hips like they belonged there. Pulling you back flush against him as he leaned down to peer over your shoulder.
"What've you got 'ere, then, pet? Makin' notes for your bloody scrapbook?" Billy muttered, his voice low right against your ear. He shifted his weight, pressing his heavy erection straight into the small of your back, straining hard against the denim of his jeans.
"Billy, I'm actually trying to get some work done," you complained, shifting under his grip.
"Nah, bollocks to that," he grunted, giving your hip a firm squeeze. "You're gonna hurt your bleedin' neck bent over like a prawn. Sit down proper before you snap somethin'."
Before you could argue, he hauled you upright and shoved the chair back, dropping down into the seat right beside you and immediately dragging you onto his lap. One hand settled on your thigh his thumb slowly tracing circles into your skin while his other arm banded tight around your waist.
"Billy, seriously, I'm trying to focus here," you huffed though you couldn't help squirming a little as his thumb brushed dangerously close to the hem of your shorts.
Billy chuckled, leaning in to press an open mouthed kiss right against the sensitive skin of your neck, lingering just below your ear. "Nahhh..can't focus on nothin' when you're wigglin' about like that. Smells bleedin' incredible, you do..reckon you're already soaked just sittin' on me lap, aren't you, pet?"
"You literally never keep your hands off me for five minutes, do you?" you murmured, as his teeth caught lightly against your neck.
"Why the fuck would I wanna do that?" Billy rasped against your skin, his hand slithering up from your thigh, sliding straight over your hip and cupping your tit heavily through your shirt. He gave it a slow squeeze, his thumb grazing over your nipple until it hardened instantly.
You let out a shaky breath, squirming against his lap as the friction sent a jolt right through you. Billy caught the movement instantly a pleased growl in his chest as he felt you melt into him.
"Look at you, all twitchy just 'cause I gave your tits a squeeze," he mocked planting another rough kiss to your jawline while his fingers kneaded the soft flesh of your chest. "You love it, don't you? Bloody squirmm' every time I touch you."
He kept his hand locked right where it was, shifting his weight so you could feel every hard, aching inch of him pressing up against you, completely refusing to let you get back to work.
AU where Omega Soldier Boy and Alpha Bombsight find out Vought had faked the death of their son and has been keeping their now 12-year old named ‘John’, in the labs. They end up raising John, who later presents as an omega. Using their combined royalties, lawsuit wins against Vought, and Ben’s generational wealth, they set up their own superhero company with John, debuting as the first hero under the company as “Homelander.”
They have the whole roadmap for John and their company planned out. What they didn’t account for is their 21-year old son getting distracted and derailed by the newest addition to Payback, a vigilante-themed supe called “Butcher.”
When Butcher can’t use rage to solve a problem, he becomes avoidant. To Homelander, who has abandonment issues, among many many issues,
that trait is a nightmare. Whenever they fight, Billy would disappear for hours, sometimes days. Homelander would have Crime Analytics on call whenever this happens. Even if he expects it, Homelander has not gotten used to it. He’s paranoid that Billy won’t come back, just like the others.
Butcher, at times, does this intentionally, to punish Homelander whenever he thinks he’s crossed a line. Mostly, Billy does this for himself. He needs time to think or just enough time to drown out all the thoughts and feelings that come with them. He also has to admit that being with the supe is stifling, suffocating.
Homelander thinks they complement each other in many ways. That’s what they have works. Billy isn’t as naive or idealistic, especially when it comes to their relationship. He knows that while they do complement each other, they are also the worst match for the other. It’s only a matter of time before whatever this is falls apart, Billy thinks. He hears the telltale sign of the supe landing on the forest clearing. Billy crosses out the name of this safe house. He’s still got quite a lot he can go to.
Not Homelander pulling the “using your wife to coax you out” move on Butcher, and it actually works. 😭😭😭 Everyone knows Hughie is Butcher’s weakness, damn.
