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a non-aoc post after a long time… woah…
this illustration is commissioned by my friend @feiilau!! it’s his persona and billy from burn (the 2019 film) <3 i never do commissions but this was a special case (it’s kinda complicated),, i’m so happy to be done with this though!! can’t wait to draw my ocs hehe~~
also i did the colouring and rendering in one day :3 that’s a first from me since i always take my time with big drawings /pos 💙
Good Looking Boy
Billy (Burn 2019) x GN!Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Summary: You go to a gas station and notice something peculiar. Immediately after, you wake up and acknowledge your current situation: in a chair, tied up to a stranger with your backs to each other, with restraints promising no way out. While you two figure out a plan to escape, you bond in the process.
Word Count: 3.4k
Content: fluff (?), gender-neutral reader (no pronouns used), kidnapping, swearing, mentions of death
(A/n: title was taken from Suki Waterhouse’s song because I find it funny how she was in this movie. Also jhutch is very good looking. Inspo from the interrogation scene in Stranger Things 3.)
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You pulled up into a gas station, filling up your vehicle, and then going inside the store for any extra snacks or cigarettes. You had just finished up your evening shift at work, and in the process of driving home, decided to make a pit stop.
The gas station employee named Melinda, evident by the embroidered name on her uniform, scanned your items as you waited patiently, looking around the store and through the window. Then, your eyes trailed to the large security footage screen, showing the several different views of the property in a grid. However, one square caught your attention as you saw…
Was that a man? Tied up in a chair?
“What the hell?” You say out loud, peering closer at the footage of the struggling man in a secluded room. Were your eyes lying to you, or was this really happening?
You look back at Melinda, and pointed at the security footage with your thumb in hostility and confusion. “Hey, Melinda, what the fuck is thi—”
***
Your head was throbbing and your vision spinning. You slowly began to fully open your eyes, attempting to rub them with your fingers, except…
You realized your hands were restrained. You were restrained.
You were gradually gaining awareness of what had happened, piecing everything together in your head. The last thing you felt before your vision went black was trauma to your head, a short pain before losing consciousness. And now, you were in a room, in which its details matched the exact one you saw through the surveillance cameras with the tied up man.
And it only took you seconds later to finally realize that you were in a chair, restrained to him back-to-back. Your wrists were zip tied behind you to the chair with his, and bright orange duct tape restrained the both of you. And not only that, but your legs were duct taped to the chair legs as well. You could barely move.
“What the fuck…” you muttered to yourself in disbelief. There was no sign of Melinda in the room, however. She must have left you here while she would be preoccupied with working the store.
“Hey.”
His voice surprised you, only because it was a bit unexpected. He sounded tired and frustrated, which made you wonder even more what she had done to him and why, even.
It felt a bit weird and awkward to not be able to see his face if you’d begin to talk with him. This whole situation was weird. Having to be restrained to a man. Well, being restrained in the first place.
“Hey,” you replied softly.
There was an awkward silence. You felt like you should’ve been more afraid because you were practically kidnapped, but really, you were just more confused.
“Okay, what… what the fuck is this?” You asked before he could speak again. “Like, why were you here and tied up in the first place? And why am I here now? What the hell is this? Some kind of prank, or—”
“No, for fuck’s sake, it’s obviously not a fucking prank,” he said, which caught you off guard, because you didn’t expect him to be so hostile and vulgar after first hearing a small ‘hey’ from him. “Turns out, Melinda over there is a fucking psychopath who, first of all, burnt me with fucking coffee, then tied me up in this fucking stupid chair,” he explained with frustration and dismay. Well, at least now you knew what his favorite swear was. “Now, I have no idea why she would tie you up too, but otherwise, it probably was for a stupid reason as well.”
You pondered for a bit, actually trying to think of a legitimate reason why that woman would keep you captive here too, while simultaneously being slightly intimidated by this man due to his excessive swearing. But then again, you thought it was an understandable reaction to being held captive.
“Well… I seriously didn’t do anything at all. I just went up to the counter with my stuff and… and then I saw you on the security camera screen. And I was about to bring it up, but then… Oh…” You put the pieces together and found that Melinda would have held you captive as well because you’ve already witnessed what she had done—tie up and lock the man in a room. She definitely turned off the cameras after her encounter with you, ensuring nobody else would see them.
“Right,” he sighed. You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking of what to say.
“Hey, so… What about you, then? Was there a… specific reason why she stuck you in here, or is she entirely and wholeheartedly insane?” You urge, while wanting to know more of what kind of situation you were in.
“Yes, but… If I tell you, don’t be like… alarmed, or anything, or… I don’t know, hate me, I guess,” he says with a tone of exhaustion and fatigue.
That was definitely a questionable thing for him to say, but you figured that as long as you were both tied up together, for now you were both on the same team. “Alright. Yeah, just… Just help me understand our situation more,” you implore.
He took a short breath, then finally let it out. “Okay, so… I was robbing the place.” Alright, you definitely weren’t expecting that. “And before you say anything, it was for a good reason, okay? It wasn’t personal, I just needed the money to pay off debt from these stupid fucking bikers. But that’s all. I swear.”
It was kind of weird to you, how much you sort of tolerated this—tolerated him.
“Hm. So, you’re telling me… She tied you up here because you were a threat?” You asked, which seemed like a pretty valid reason why—like a survival instinct. But you figured that since you were also tied up as well, there were probably more layers to her as a person.
“Well, yes… and no. I don’t know. She… She wanted to go with me after I’d pay the bikers. Like, get out of here with me. Which was really weird to me, because, like, why the fuck would you want to go with someone who robbed you with a gun, you know?” He said, making you now think more about him and what he had done—how he got himself in this situation in the first place. “Look, she didn’t even call the damn cops. That’s how… weird this shit is. I don’t know what she wants. I guess she feels, like… shit—alone and neglected? She was saying how… how everyone paid more attention to her co-worker instead of her. But now she’s dragged you into this goddamn mess, and all of this just feels so unnecessary. I seriously don’t know what her motives are now.”
You nodded as you heard this. You could agree with that. This gas station employee was definitely unhinged at some extent. You just hoped you would be able to live after all this.
“Hey, so,” you began with slight hesitation, feeling more curious about this man. “What’s your name?”
You could swear you heard a light snicker escape his lips, probably from how unusually compliant and calm you two were to each other. It could’ve been the adrenaline, or something. “I’m Billy,” he answers very smoothly.
“Hm,” you hum shortly as you raise an eyebrow, looking at the same, light blue wall you had been facing ever since you woke up. “Well, I’m Y/n,” you tell him.
“Y/n,” he repeats softly to himself, letting out another chuckle. “That’s a hell of a nice name.”
You scoff from amusement and smile to yourself. “Thanks,” you reply, not really expecting that comment, appreciating it, however. “Looks like we’re gonna be here for a while,” you remark.
“Yup,” he said, followed by an exasperated sigh. “Don’t know when that fucking psycho chick is coming back, but we should use this time to make an escape plan, or something.”
“Right.” You observed your surroundings, seeing just a bunch of random junk, shelves, and a desk, gradually feeling a bit of claustrophobia. At least you were able to infer that the room you two were trapped in was the employee’s only room or office. However, something finally caught your eye, making your heart race.
“Hey, um, Billy?” You say as you try to clear your vision, squinting at the object you think you see.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“I think… I think I see a pair of scissors… over there.” Your vision had completely cleared up as you saw grey scissors sitting on top of a wooden desk.
“Holy shit, really?” You heard surprise and hope in his voice, which sort of lifted you up as well.
“Yeah,” you smile to yourself. “It’s like, on a table in the corner, I could probably find a way to get it in my hands..” You didn’t notice or acknowledged it before, but you finally realized that since your wrists were tied with his, the backs of your hands were touching the whole time. You also noted that you could feel a thin metal against your index finger—he was wearing a ring. However, the slight warmness and softness of his hand strangely brought you mere comfort.
You shook it out of your mindset though, as you focused rather on escaping. “Hey, so,” you began, looking down at your shoes, then up at the scissors. “It’s a pretty good distance away. I’m not sure how we can reach it.”
“Well, um, maybe we can try to, like, scoot at the same time to get closer to it. Like I could probably scoot back while you scoot forward.”
“Oh yeah. Yeah, good idea,” you reply. You look down at your shoes again, in which they were barely touching the ground due to the way they were taped. “Fuck, this is gonna be difficult,” you scowl.
“Hey, no, it’s okay,” Billy reassures. “We can just try to scoot our whole bodies. Like, hop or something, anything.” You listened to him, preparing to obey his plan. “Okay, on the count of three, we scoot towards that desk, alright?” You hum in agreement. “Okay, right. One, two, three…”
With the two of you scooting at the same time, you moved yourself and the chairs about an inch forward. The scissors were still pretty far, but you figured it wouldn’t take too long to continue scooting.
“Okay, good,” he praises, impressed by the progression. “Okay, again. One, two, three…”
You two did the same movement again, which brought you even closer to the desk, but still not close enough. You grinned as you sought the possibility of escaping and leaving after this, to immediately go to the authorities and detain Melinda.
“Yes! We’re-we’re almost there, just a couple more,” you observe with enthusiasm.
“Okay, okay, okay,” the way he spoke made you just know he had a big grin on his lips. “One… two… three…”
“Fuck!” You blurted as you felt a sharp pain after falling onto the floor with him, the chairs losing balance and collapsing ever since you tried to scoot forward once more.
“Goddamnit! Fuck!” He exclaimed in frustration as the two of you were now on the floor on your sides, still very much secured to your chairs. You hear him mumble a few swears, hissing from slight pain, until he heard your reaction to this, face contorting as if he didn’t believe what he was hearing. “Are… Are you fucking laughing?”
Indeed you were. You were sort of cackling on the floor, so very amused by all of this, but you didn’t really know why. But then again, humor was one of your instinctive reactions to life-threatening situations, so it would make sense for your mind to manipulate the dire reality of the circumstance. “I’m sorry,” your laugh transitioned into soft, dispersed giggles as your eyes face the wall once more. “Sorry. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t laugh,” you say as you were still grinning. “I just… cannot believe that I am… tied up to a stranger in a goddamn gas station. At the hands of a… an apparently lonely gas station worker who took things too far? It’s bullshit, man! People are fucking crazy!”
Billy scoffed from impatience. “Y/n, I get that, but this is fucking serious, okay? I know that this seems like there’ll be an easy way out of this, but Melinda is a fucking psycho. Shot and killed her co-worker, burnt my—”
“Wait, what?” You interrupted as you thought you didn’t hear it right. “She killed her co-worker?”
“Yeah, well… Technically, okay? I wasn’t actually going to shoot her, but then Melinda spilled fucking hot coffee on me which made me instinctively pull the goddamn trigger,” he explained, now making you question everything. You don’t know this man, why trust him as well? Was he the bad guy all along? Then it looked like he knew what you were thinking, because he added, “Look, if Melinda wasn’t crazy, then you wouldn’t be fucking tied up to me as well, alright?”
You sighed. That was true. “Right.” It was a bit of alarming news to you, the fact that someone died here tonight at the hands of the man tied up behind you, but also at the hands of the woman who tied you up. You didn’t really want to think about that and your possible demise, so you shifted the subject. “Hey, so… Why a gas station?”
You heard Billy scoff. He seemed to do that a lot, you presume. “Well, I figured there’d be a lot of money here. You know, gas is one of the most expensive fucking things in the world.”
“Well, true, but nobody pays with cash anymore, man. Tell me, how much did you get from the registers?” You chuckle.
“Like… less than a hundred dollars—”
“Pftt. See, y—”
“But I got into the safe. Well, technically Melinda did. There was, like, at least thousands,” he says.
“And you said you needed to pay off, like… bikers?” You asked.
“Yes. And those stupid clown assholes know I’m robbing this place, so they’ll kill me if I don’t have their fucking money.”
“Damn, dude! What exactly did you do to piss them off?” You laughed softly.
“Debt and my anger issues,” he answered. “That’s sort of what got me here in the first place. I could’ve left with the money already, but Sheila kept fucking with me.”
“Sheila?”
“The co-worker,” he clarified. Oh, right.
“Hey, maybe once this is all over, I’ll get you an anger management book in time for Christmas, alright?” You joke sweetly, hearing soft laughter from the both of you.
“Honestly, I definitely need one of those. Like, I swear I’m working on myself, but clearly—”
“Clearly, your actions have shown—” you began to add.
“That I still have a lot to work on, yes,” he chuckled. He seemed to do that a lot, too. And, if you were going to be truly honest with yourself, you thought it was charming—that he was charming.
To think, that you’d be charmed by a gas station robber who just happened to be tied up to you. Right. That didn’t sound right. It was probably some shared trauma thing that made you have these weird feelings. So they had to be fake. Right?
But you were smiling way too much. And he wasn’t even able to see your face, so why would you be smiling—other than the fact that he could be truly captivated by him?
“Y/n?”
You slightly flinched as you were brought back to the present, realizing he had been speaking to you while you were reflecting to yourself.
“Uh-yeah?”
“What was it?” He asked.
“What was what?”
“Were you even listening to me?”
“Spaced out. Sorry,” you briefly answered.
He let out a soft, amused chuckle. Despite the fact that his face had been burned, with the biker gang on their way to kill him, and the way he was tied up by a crazy lady, he sort of enjoyed this with you. You were entertaining and patient with him. It felt refreshing. And he admired that.
“I asked you what brought you to Paradise Pumps tonight,” he repeated for you.
“Oh. Yeah, um…” You thought about how your day went today. “Just finished my evening shift and when I was driving home, I realized the fuel level was pretty low, so I stopped by.”
He hums in response. Then asks, “Evening shift? What’s your work?”
“Retail,” you answer, chuckling to yourself. “I know it’s not as interesting as gas station robber, but—“
“Hey. I don’t normally fucking do this. In fact, like, this was my first time robbing a place. I needed the money that bad. I’m not, like, some criminal,” he says with urge. You could tell he was a bit sensitive about that.
There was a sort of comfortable silence for a while as you thought about it. “Tell me about yourself, then.” You ask gently. “Like, other than your… shit with the bikers and robbing gas stations.”
Billy shrugged as he tried to think of how to answer you. “Umm… I was born and raised in Kentucky,” he began.
“Go Wildcats,” you softly add, smiling to yourself.
He slightly giggled, and there was a smile on Billy’s face as well, but with your circumstances, you couldn’t see. In fact, you never really knew what he looked like, and he didn’t know what you looked like. You tried to remember from seeing the surveillance camera, but it was too quick of a memory to have a clear picture of him in your head.
“And… I don’t know. What do you wanna know?” He questioned.
You hum. “Just convince me you’re not really a bad guy.”
You heard a sigh leave his lips. “I… I told you… I’m… I’m not a bad guy. I’m not some… evil criminal guy and I’m not a killer. I’m just… currently involved in very complicated circumstances.”
You decided to hear him out, dropping it completely. “So, what were you going to do after you paid the bikers then?” You wondered.
“I was just gonna… I don’t know… get the hell out of this place. Like leave far away, probably. Get a fresh start,” he answered, which you responded with sympathy. There was another short, comfortable silence before you interrogate him again.
“You caused this much trouble here? ‘Specially with the bikers?”
“Yeah… I don’t know… I just want a second chance in life,” he admitted softly.
You sensed that he was becoming more and more vulnerable. More truthful. You wish you were able to look him in the eye. But instead, you were back to back, on the floor, tied to a stupid chair.
You didn’t know how to feel towards this man. He was robbing the place, but only because he would’ve been killed if he didn’t have the money, and he had no intention of harming anyone. Maybe there was some type of goodness in him.
“Yeah… I understand that,” you reckon. “I believe that people deserve second chances. Especially people like you.”
“‘People like me,’ what do you mean by that?” You heard a bit of defense in his voice.
“No, I meant… You seem to… You seem really unlucky as of recently… In debt with guys who could kill you, gas station robbery gone wrong and now you’re, like… practically kidnapped alongside a stranger,” you elaborate tenderly.
You could hear a warm chuckle before he says, “Well… being stuck with you isn’t really what I’d consider unlucky.” He was smiling, looking at the white tiles of the floor. “If anything, you’re just keeping any possible insanity at bay. You’re… You’re actually very kind, which is making this… ‘experience’ less shitty than it was intended to be.”
You smile to yourself, not sure if you were feeling a bit flustered as a reaction. You were glad to know he appreciated you. “Well, yeah… I can’t imagine being alone in this situation. I think I would’ve been more disoriented without you,” you add.
He hums in agreement. “Well… we’re not alone. We have each other, and we can figure out a way to get out of this alive,” he says comfortingly. “I’m sorry that if anyone were to be restrained to you, it ended up being a lousy gas station robber, but—”
“No, it’s…” you laugh under your breath. “It’s okay. And… you’re more than that. You even said it yourself. I really hope you get your fresh start after this, Billy.”
You were a comfort to him. You were understanding and patient and kind. You even made him forget he had major anger issues. “Me too…” he says quietly.
Time passed fairly smoothly as you two had continued to laugh and converse, learning more and more about each other. Each smile and laugh you two expressed made each of your hearts flutter in such an unsuspected way. And soon enough, none of you ever brought up or reacted to the fact that, for a while now, your pinky fingers were linked together in one hand.
Securitywaiter fandom!
Consider this... I NEED this Ness
With this Mike
Aka "Clumsy detective x even clumsier robber that is followed by bad luck"
Edit:
You can read the beginning of this story here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
'i can fix him, no, really i can.'
i finally finished my cowboy billy drawing and the way i so wanna write a cowboy billy fic guys ( ◜‿◝ )♡
JHUTCH CHARACTERS MASTERLIST!
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emily’s navigation my masterlists
mike schmidt
⤷ one shots
the first time
should’ve kissed you anyway
i won’t go away
birthday girl
⤷ headcanons
to be added!
josh futturman
⤷ one shots
to be added!
derek danforth
⤷ one shots
to be added!
peeta mellark
⤷ one shots
to be added!
clapton davis
⤷ one shots
to be added!
billy (burn 2019)
⤷ one shots
to be added!
dylan (i love l.a.)
⤷ one shots
to be added!
After Hours
[Billy x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You never fully believed the saying, “wrong place, wrong time…” until now {GIF credits: moviebuffs on tumblr}
WC: 4,392 (whoops)
Category: Hurt/Comfort {TW — Melinda, threats, mention of drugs + blood, lots of cursing}
I watched this two nights ago with my friend (love you @yoursacredqueenmother) and now here I am… obsessed. The ending was lame ngl but I highly recommend this movie if you like messed up situations (and Josh looking spicy 🥵).
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You hated driving at night. All the darkness outside and the light reflecting from the headlights, it all gave you a headache.
Your eyes darted over to the passenger's seat. It was empty and you were glad. The road was bad enough, you couldn't imagine trying to deal with someone else's conversation while driving.
The only sound was the soft rumble of the car, the whirring of the engine, and the sound of the tires rolling over the rough pavement. Your hands were tense on the steering wheel as you squinted in an attempt to see a few feet ahead of you. There were no lights out here, no street lights or traffic lights, and you were starting to think there wouldn't be any towns, either.
It would be the last straw if you ran out of gas out here.
You didn't even know where you were going, you were just following the GPS's directions and praying it would get you out of this desert and somewhere safe.
You sighed and shifted in your seat, tapping the steering wheel anxiously. You hadn't seen any other cars for a few hours now, which wasn't unusual, but it was still a little nerve-wracking to be driving out in the middle of nowhere.
But of course, as all nightmares go, suddenly, your car made a strange noise and started slowing down.
"Shit!" you hissed, smacking the steering wheel. "Shit shit shit!"
The car sputtered and then finally came to a complete stop, the engine dying. You slammed your hands against the wheel, feeling tears of anger and frustration welling up in your eyes. You were completely and utterly screwed.
You sat in the car for a while, letting the silence and darkness envelop you. The heat had faded quickly as soon as the sun had set, leaving behind an eerie chill that seeped through your clothes and into your skin.
You took a deep breath and looked around, but you could barely make out the landscape around you. It was pitch black and you knew if you tried to leave the car you would lose it immediately and end up getting hopelessly lost. You weren't sure what to do.
You looked over at the empty passenger seat, now wishing more than anything that you had someone with you.
You sighed and laid your head back, trying not to think about how scared and alone you felt.
As you sat there, staring up at the roof of the car, you decided you needed a plan. You couldn't just sit here forever, and if you were going to get anywhere, you were going to need help.
You grabbed your phone from the cup holder and held down the power button, watching as the screen lit up. You had service, thankfully, and a decent amount of battery left. You unlocked the screen and opened the maps app, waiting as it searched for your location.
You watched anxiously as the small circle spun, feeling a pit of dread growing in your stomach as the minutes ticked by.
After what felt like an eternity, the screen finally lit up. You sighed and put a hand on your chest, feeling relieved.
Zoomed out on the map, you looked for the nearest town. You didn’t find one, but you found a gas station… they were sure to have a jumper cable, right?
You plugged the coordinates into the GPS and started the car again, hoping that it would start.
It didn’t, of course. The whole point of getting stranded was that your car wouldn't start. So, you had no choice but to walk.
You grabbed a bag from the back seat and threw a few necessities inside, along with your wallet, your phone, your charger, and a small pepper spray bottle that your best friend had insisted you carry.
You were glad she'd been so insistent, you'd never have thought you'd need it.
You slung the bag over your shoulder and opened the door, stepping out into the chilly air. You shivered and closed the door, locking it, and then turned away from the car, setting off into the dark.
The moon was hidden behind thick clouds and the wind whipped around you, kicking up sand and rocks that stung your face and hands. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, pulling your coat tighter around your body.
You wished you'd had the foresight to bring a thicker jacket or something, but you hadn't planned on getting stranded.
The walk was slow, the uneven ground and lack of light making the journey difficult. You could hear the wind howling around you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched.
You kept walking, trying not to think about what could be lurking in the shadows, watching your every move.
Finally, after about twenty minutes, you spotted a light in the distance. You picked up your pace, your heart racing. As you got closer, you could see it was the gas station, just like you'd hoped.
You jogged up to the doors, pushing them to open but finding them locked.
You groaned and knocked on the glass, looking inside. There were no lights on, and you couldn't see anyone.
"Hey!" you yelled, pounding on the door. "I need help!"
There was no answer, and you were starting to think no one was inside.
You sighed and sat down on the concrete, putting your face in your hands. You had no idea what you were going to do now. The stupid location said it was open twenty four hours a day, so where was the damn staff?
You were about to get up and try the door again when you were startled by the light above the doors flickered on. You looked up and saw a woman standing behind you, her dark hair flat and dull. Her clothes were a mess, and there were dark circles under her eyes.
She looked exhausted, and when she spoke, her voice was strained but polite.
"Can I help you?"
Your eyes widened, and you scrambled to your feet, trying not to look panicked. But when you noticed the name tag pinned to her shirt that read ‘Melinda,’ your fear melted away and you let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank god, I thought no one was here," you laughed.
She didn't laugh with you, her face remained emotionless.
"Sorry, I was in the back," she explained. "What can I do for you?"
"My car broke down… honestly, I don’t remember where. It was really dark, and I don’t know this area." You shook your head and continued, "I was hoping I could buy a jumper cable or something? Just enough to get me out of here."
She nodded slowly, her expression never changing.
"Yes, they should be near the back with the other supplies." She paused, eyeing you warily. "I would offer coffee along with it, but… we're out of stock at the moment."
"That's fine," you said. "Just the cable will do."
She nodded again and stepped past you, pulling out a key and unlocking the door. She stepped inside and motioned for you to follow her. You did, and the moment you entered, a rush of cold air hit you, making you shiver.
She walked to the counter, her footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. She stopped at the register and began pressing buttons, her movements slow and methodical.
You couldn’t really care at the moment, as your eyes roamed the store, searching for the cables.
You walked down the first aisle, but didn’t see them. You kept walking, and when you came to the second aisle, you spotted them. You were about to grab them, but then you noticed the hall with the bathroom sign hanging from it.
Suddenly, the bottle of water that seemed so important earlier became a major regret. You hadn't gone to the bathroom since before your car broke down, and it was starting to catch up with you.
You took a step towards the bathroom, glancing back to the cashier. You could see her staring down at the counter, her fingers pressed to the keys, not really typing.
You didn't want to interrupt her, so you decided not to ask. You hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You flipped the lock, and then turned to face the mirror.
You grimaced at the sight of yourself. Your hair was messy and your face was dirty. You splashed some water on your face, and then grabbed a paper towel and dried yourself off before doing everything you had to.
You left the bathroom, planning on returning to the aisle, but then you heard a noise.
A small sound, a whimper, like a puppy in pain.
You looked down the hall, trying to find the source. It sounded like it was coming from the storage room.
"Uh, hello?" you called, taking a hesitant step towards the door. "Are you alright?"
There was no response, just another small, pitiful cry.
You bit your lip and pushed the door open, stepping into the darkness.
"Hello?" you said again. "Is someone there?"
The door creaked behind you, and then closed. You spun around, panic rising in your throat. You reached for the handle, but before you could grab it, something moved in the darkness.
You jumped back, a gasp escaping your lips.
Something moved in front of you. You couldn't tell what it was, or where it was, but you knew it was there.
You took a step back, trying to stay calm. Your heart was racing and your palms were sweaty.
"Please, I just need help with my car," you pleaded.
A low, guttural growl came from the shadows. It sounded like a wild animal, and when it moved again, it was close enough that you could see the outline of its form.
It was… not tall. Not in the slightest. In fact, it probably was only taller than you by an inch, if at all. It was hunched over, its shoulders curved inward, its spine protruding slightly.
It took you a long minute to realize that it was just a guy in a chair. Man, you were blind.
He had on a denim jacket, and it hung off his small frame, the sleeves rolled up. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and he was trembling slightly. That’s when you noticed the bundles of red tape around his eyes, mouth, arms, and legs. He also seemed to be bounded to the chair, strapped down and unable to move.
“Oh my god,” you breathed. You stepped towards him, reaching out a hand, but he jumped out at you, attempting to attack. Though, it was pretty much useless on his end. He couldn’t move more than a couple inches in any direction.
He started to speak afterwards, but the tape had prevented it from being coherent, and all you could make out was a low, angry rumble.
"No! No, no, no!" You stepped back, putting your hands up. It was rather pointless and stupid of you too, because the tape had also covered his eyes, you just looked like an idiot. But, still, you kept them up. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just need some help with my car!"
He growled at you, a low, threatening sound, but then he stopped, seeming to realize that you were telling the truth. He was breathing hard, and his chest was heaving, and then he mumbled something under the tape.
"What?" You asked.
He mumbled again, but you couldn't understand him. It was like talking to a brick wall.
You hesitated, but then moved forward, reaching up to take the tape off. If you had to guess that was probably what he was mumbling about.
He flinched when you touched him, but then relaxed. You peeled the tape away from his face, both the strands across his mouth and the one over his eyes, and dropped it to the floor.
He was breathing heavily, and when you looked up at him, you were surprised by how young he looked. His face was pale and his lips were dry. His hair was greasy and tangled, and the side of his head was badly burned and bruised. There was even dried blood on his temple.
“Jesus, what happened to you?"
He stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable.
"Get me the fuck out of here, and I'll tell you," he hissed.
His voice was surprisingly smooth, despite how rough he looked. His words were short and sharp, like he was angry.
You weren't sure what to do, but then he started moving.
"Please," he said, his voice sounding desperate. "I promise, I won't hurt you. Just, please. Please get me out of this fucking chair."
"Did that… lady put you in here?”
"Yes, Melinda," he spat. "She's a nutcase psycho. Drugged me and… and… whatever the fuck. Just get me out of here!"
He sounded more frantic now, and his eyes were wide and pleading.
"Well, I-” You started to say, but he cut you off.
"Well what? What’re you waiting for?!”
“I- I need a jumper cable. My car broke down outside… somewhere. I'm not from around here, and- I don't know where I am. I can't exactly go anywhere until my car's fixed."
He looked at you with the most exasperated look you'd ever seen. It was almost comical, how exaggerated the expression was, but then he seemed to relax.
"Alright, how about this…” he said, his voice low and soothing. "You let me out of this shitty chair, and I'll help you fix your car. How's that sound?"
You didn't know what to say. He didn't seem like he was lying, and he seemed to be genuine about his fear. But could you really trust him? You still had no idea who he was or where he came from.
He seemed to sense your hesitation, and his expression softened.
"Look, I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "But I can't really help you unless I can get out of this stupid chair. And if we stay here, Melinda's going to find us, and trust me, you do not want to deal with her."
"And if she finds us, what will she do?"
"Look at Sheila over there wrapped up like a fucking Christmas tree," he replied, jerking his head towards the woman's corpse.
You gasped, covering your mouth.
"Oh my god, I didn’t even notice," you mumbled.
"Yeah, well, she's been dead for about an hour now, so," he said.
"And- and you've been sitting here, tied up the whole time?!"
"Yeah, it's fucking awful," he grumbled. "Now, will you help me, or not?"
"Oh, uh, yeah." You looked down at the remaining tape, trying to decide how best to go about it.
"Just, hurry up," he urged.
"Ok, ok." You reached for the tape, and he leaned forward, letting you pull and tug on the strips.
After a minute, you had all the tape off that was pinning him down and he was able to stand up. Again, he wasn’t that tall, maybe a five to six inches above five feet, but that didn't stop him from moving fast. He darted around the room, looking around frantically, and then grabbed a crowbar from a nearby shelf.
"Where did you even-"
"Not the time," he interrupted.
He turned towards you, his expression hard. He was pretty intimidating, and it wasn’t just because of the crowbar. He was skinny, but muscular, and the way he moved was fluid and agile, like a predator.
Though, you couldn’t help but noticed how attractive he was, with his expressive eyes and the way his hair was pushed back from his face. He was gorgeous.
"Hey," he snapped. "You listening?"
You blinked, and nodded.
"Sorry," you said, shaking your head. "This has just been a very, very strange night."
"Tell me about it," he grumbled. "That’s why when I’m done with her, we are getting the fuck out of here."
"Done with her?"
"Well, yeah, obviously. We're not just gonna let her get away with this shit."
"Um, are you sure that's a good idea? She's, like, a million times your size," You smiled at the small joke, but he didn’t seem amused at all, so you added, "Not to mention, hurting people seems like a bit of an extreme response."
"Hurting people is kinda her thing," he muttered.
You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off.
"Look, are you coming with me, or not? Because, if not, then just leave. You're already making this way more complicated than it needs to be."
"I can’t leave, not until my car's fixed," you protested. "That's why I'm here in the first place.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.
"Ok, fine, fine," he relented. "Whatever. You can come with me, but just don't slow me down, alright?"
"Right," you said, nodding.
He didn't look convinced, but he didn't argue. He just started walking, motioning for you to follow. You did, and soon the two of you were standing outside the storage room, the door open and the hallway beyond shrouded in darkness.
"Alright, the plan is, I'm going to distract her and make her pay," he whispered. "While I'm doing that, you're going to grab the keys to her car or whatever and get it started. We'll meet up outside and drive off, and that'll be the end of it."
"You're… very confident for someone who was tied up to a chair five minutes ago," you had another attempt at lightening the mood, but he just gave you a pointed look.
Again, he didn’t seem amused. "Yeah, well, she's a bitch, and I don't appreciate being treated like a goddamn lab rat."
He has an odd way of speaking, you noticed. His words were short and clipped, and he never used more than he needed. It was a little intimidating, but mostly it was just kind of interesting.
"How’d do you even end up like that, anyway?"
He gave you another one of his annoyed looks. It was weird how much he could convey with just his eyes, but the look was gone almost as soon as it appeared.
"Don’t ask stupid questions,"
"Well, it seems like a reasonable question, considering the circumstances," you retorted.
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Look, do you want my help or not?"
"Um, yeah. Yeah, of course,"
"Then stop asking stupid questions and focus on the task at hand. You get the car, I'll take care of Melinda. Simple."
You didn't know what to say, so you just nodded. He seemed pleased with your response and began to lead the way down the hall, moving quietly and staying close to the walls.
You followed him, keeping your footsteps light. As you went, you thought about the situation.
Melinda, in the five minutes of knowing her, never struck you as the violent type. A little socially weird, yes, but not violent. It seemed out of character, and you wondered if she had a reason for acting the way she did. Or maybe she was just crazy, like the guy had said.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw him hold up a hand. You stopped, and he pointed to the corner. You looked, and saw Melinda's form moving past the entrance to the hall, a flashlight in her hand.
The man motioned for you to stay put and moved silently towards the entrance. You watched him, unable to do anything else.
When he reached the opening, he paused. He was still, and for a moment, you thought he had lost his nerve.
He didn't hesitate for long. In one quick motion, he darted out of the hall, his crowbar held high.
Melinda jumped back, the light from her flashlight swinging wildly as she tried to regain her footing. She swung her flashlight at him, and the metal bar made a dull clang when it collided with her temporary weapon.
He stumbled, but managed to stay on his feet. He lunged at her again, but this time she was ready. He had stopped fast when she pulled out a gun, pointing it at his head.
I guess he was telling the truth.
“Just stop, okay? You can leave now, I'll let you go. Just don't-"
"Give me one good reason why I should listen to a word you say," the man interrupted, his tone low and menacing.
She stammered, trying to think of an answer. She didn't get the chance, though. Her eyes had caught sight of you, and she had noticed that you weren't where she had left you.
"Oh, oh god," she whispered, her voice filled with horror. "No, no, no. No, you weren't supposed to-"
The man swung the crowbar, and the gun flew out of her hand, skidding across the floor.
He moved in quickly, swinging his arm again. She dodged, and the metal bar hit the wall, creating a large dent in the plaster.
Melinda backed away, her hands raised, her eyes wide.
"I'm sorry, okay?" she cried, backing away from him. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry?! You… you drugged me and tried to…” He paused, stopping momentarily before pointing the crowbar at her face. “The point is, sorry isn't going to cut it, you bitch."
He swung at her again, and again, she dodged.
She was fast, and he wasn't, and soon, he had lost his balance. She shoved him hard, sending him flying backwards.
He landed hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of him. He didn't move, and Melinda stood over him, panting and wild eyed. The gun found her hands again, and she pointed it at his head, her hand trembling.
You had to do something. You couldn't just stand by and watch him die.
You did the only thing you could think of.
You went into your bag and took out the very same pepper spray that you had been carrying since the start of this nightmare, and fired.
The stream hit her right in the eyes, and she screamed, dropping the gun. It hit the floor with a loud thunk, and you dove for it, picking it up and pointing it at her.
"Don't move," you yelled, your voice shaking. "I'm warning you. I'm not afraid to use this."
Actually, that was a lie. You were absolutely terrified, and your hands were trembling so badly that you were barely able to keep a grip on the gun.
But you couldn't back down now. Not after everything you had been through.
She had stopped screaming, but was still clutching her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She was moaning and stumbling around, trying to find her way back to the wall.
She finally found it, and leaned against it, her eyes closed.
"Please, please don't hurt me," she sobbed. "I didn't want to do it. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Please don't hurt me."
You glanced at the man. He was staring up at you, his expression unreadable.
"I should take that gun and shoot you right now," he said. "After what you did, I should kill you."
"Please," she whimpered.
He stared at her, and for a moment, you didn't know what he would do. Then, he got to his feet, picking up his crowbar as he did so.
Before she can even react he took a swing, hitting her right in the stomach. She gasped and fell to the floor, curling up into a ball.
He took another swing, this time aiming for her face.
You stepped forward, about to tell him to stop, but the blow didn't land.
Instead, he stood there, the crowbar held high. Melinda was looking up at him, her face red and streaked with tears.
"I just needed money," he spoke, his voice low and harsh. "That's it. Money. No one was supposed to get hurt, just a simple robbery with no one getting hurt."
She said nothing, just stared at him.
You, on the other hand, were frozen in shock. Robbery? He was robbing the damn station?
He sighed and lowered the crowbar, shaking his head.
"It's not like I wanted to do this, okay? I needed the money, and it was just an easy target. But you couldn't just let me get away, could you? You just had to make it difficult. Now look at the mess we're in."
"You were robbing?” Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, but it still cut through the tension like a knife.
He didn't turn, but his shoulders sagged slightly.
"Look, it's not what you think, okay?" He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I was in trouble, probably still am, and I needed money. Lots of it. That's why I picked this place, because it was an easy target. I wasn't planning on anyone getting hurt, I was just going to rob the place and get out. I wasn't expecting this crazy lady to come along."
He gestured to Melinda, who was still curled up on the ground.
"I was just trying to rob the place," he repeated. "It was nothing personal. And look, you helped me, so I guess I owe you one, or whatever. So, let's just call it even, and we can go our separate ways. Deal?"
“Even Melinda?” You asked, your voice shaking.
He paused, and his eyes flicked over to the woman on the ground, a slight grimace crossing his face.
"Of course not. She was a psychopath who tied me up and threatened me, and I'm not about to just let her walk away after all the shit she's pulled."
Melinda looked up at him, her face contorted with fear. He didn’t seem to care though, but what he did was tell you to leave, and that he'll take care of things.
So, you did, but not before grabbing your bag, and not before snagged out those car keys of hers. The odd thing you did notice though, while leaving the store, was how the entire floor seemed wet. It wasn't until about an hour of just simply waiting in the dark that you figured why.
And you realized as you saw the sudden rise of flames, the smoke billowing from the open door, that you indeed did not have that help from that mystery man after all.
Your car will remain broken.
So, I wrote this long piece of work because I went searching and found ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (which honestly it’s a crime given how fine he was in this movie — at least people realized it with Mike lmfao) so I wrote what I wanted to read.
I hope that this becomes a Rhys Montrose type of situation (For those who don’t know what I mean, this character Rhys from Season 4 of the show, You, had no fanfics on here and I basically jumpstarted it by writing like 4 of them lol) because I feel this character and movie deserves more hype and attention. Just look up edits of Billy from the movie and you’ll see what I mean.
Anyways if you’re actually still reading, thank you for coming to my ted talk. Hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🫶✨
(Also, if you see any more fics of this man… pls tag me. I’m desperate lmfao)
'I Always Knew You Were Needy'
18+ MDNI
Billy (Burn 2019) x F!Reader
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Oneshot:
Billy finally succumbs to your convincing, letting you tease him for a change. Reluctant at first, but it doesn't take long for him to start begging...
Tags:
smut/porn with mild plot, soft dom, sub/dom overstimulation, begging, switch play, orgasm, edging orgasm, denial, face-sitting face-riding, tongue-fucking, sloppy make-outs, wet & messy
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Your fingers rush through his curls as you lean in from behind.
"Do you trust me?" You tease in his ear. Breath washing hot over his skin.
Billy tensed slightly, to get him to this point took guts. He sighed softly, feeling the hair on the nape of his neck prick up.
"Enjoying your little power trip huh? This is a one-off, and don't forget it." Though he was grumbling, the corners of his lips tugged upward. Apprehension yet desire boiled within him.
"Before you know it you will be begging on your hands and knees.." He grunted.
You reached round to cover his lips with your palm, gripping tightly.
"Just be quiet for once, will you? For me?" You teased. As you step to the bed, you watch as he slouches slightly. His legs parted, in those tight jeans. The white tee was loose against his body, his stubble thicker than usual. You weren't quite sure when you'd last seen him shave. Not that you minded.
A thick silken ribbon in hand you wander back over, sliding it between your fingers as you drag it against his eyes. Tying it against the back of his head. Folding it into a bow.
"Much better..." Kissing his cheek as you said it. Leaving a little red lip mark.
"You just don't want me to see you blushing and whining, so needy. Isn't that right?..." Billy quipped.
You couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't wrong. Though you stepped around the chair, bending slightly to grip under his chin.
"Does pretty boy need to be muzzled too, shame if so. I can't wait to make you beg, cowboy.." You toyed with him, chewing your inner lip at his words. You snatched the cheap fuzzy handcuffs from his lap. You'd bought them in that little video store in town.
"Oh, I would love to see you try.." He grinned, gripping the arms of the chair. Leaning forward to you.
Your fingertips lingered on his thigh, catching him inhaling softly. Biting your tongue you watched him squirm. Your palm shifts to grip a fistful of his shirt and tug him forward off the velvet chair. Letting him feel your breath on his lips as you pressed your body to his. Tilting his head down to you with a coy smile against his lips as he gripped your wrist. Moving with you.
You guided him towards the motel bed and shoved his back against it.
His laugh was low, devious even. Leaning on his elbows.
You climbed against him till you perched against his waist.
He couldn't help but rub his rough palms over your smooth thighs, digging his fingers into your supple skin. Holding back your little moan.
"Uh uh, behave.." You snatched his palms away, pushing them above his head. Soon, the fluff tickled over his wrists, locking the cuffs shut, one then the next. Pinning his wrists as you tangled a rope against the chain of the cuffs. Securing him against the headboard.
"That's better.." Nestling his face in your palms as you say it. Tilting forward to press your lips into his. His neck craned upwards to feel your tongue on his, as you pulled back. Biting on that lower lip of his. Shifting your weight lower, until your hips met his. You bent your head once more, lower. Peppering his neck with kisses as his chest rose and fell under your palms. He was quiet, for once. Cupping the nape of his neck, you kissed his shirt. Staining it with red glossy lip marks.
"You better not have.." He growled.
You laughed against his chest. Doing it again as he nudged up at you.
Shifting as you lifted the shirt you wore, only barely. You could still smell his musk against it, having stolen it the night prior. The soft linger of his aftershave and cigarettes. Beneath it, your panties were now showing. Slipping against him, you allowed your hips to buck forward. As if testing him.
Watching his wrists jerk slightly within the cuffs. You had him where you needed him. Smirking as you continued, rocking your clothed mound against him. Feeling that bulge begin to swell.
"Good boy.." You sneered, brushing your thumb over his freckles.
His breath hitched as you said it, tugging the restraints tighter.
"Don't..you dare.." He said in a husky groan. However, facing him you could see that sharp little stifled gasp.
"Do you want me to stop?" You tilted your head.
Hesitating at first, he shook his head. Feeling his hips drive up against you.
You worked him, grinding deep strokes of your clothed sex slowly. Closing your eyes you let your head lull backward. Feeling your heart begin to race, he was intoxicating. More so, now that you finally had him at your mercy.
The denim causes the friction to rise, the zipper catching against the cotton. Almost fraying the fabric as you quicken your hips.
"Fuck..don't..d-don't stop..". He rasped.
Flicking your eyes down at him, you caught the flushing of his cheeks and neck, still stained with your kisses. Tracing his sharp jaw with your fingertips as you cupped his chin.
"Is that a beg I hear?.." You moaned, brushing up his cheek till your fingers entangled in his hair. The wetness pooled in the cotton now, lifting away from him softly to catch your breath.
His hips jerked, thrusting for more. Dragging your nails over his t-shirt you found the buckle of his belt. Loosening it, pushing the denim downwards. Without a second thought, ensuring his boxers shifted with the jeans. Watching as he sprung free. His skin speckled with goosebumps.
Moving from above him to your knees at the foot of the bed, you spread his thighs some. Pressing your lips against, working your way upwards, though stopping just before grazing his strained cock.
Twitching against his stomach.
"Fuck, please, please just.." Biting his tongue as he hissed.
"Not yet."
"I ne - .. I need it" He tried to refrain from saying it. You slipped the panties off, caressing over the slick excitement. Dragging your palm against your pleasure, as you playfully bit against his thigh.
With your drenched fingers, you slipped them against his throbbing tip, dragging them down to the base.
He flinched, your touch so light. Whimpering as he tried to thrust upward for more pressure.
"Such a needy, pretty boy.." You said without hesitation.
He scoffed, visibly biting his lower lip.
"God, please, please get back on top.. you little fucking tease." He snapped. A scoff followed, seeing his smile, his pitiful desperation.
"Oh I do love it when you beg, Billy... go on beg for me.." Letting your tongue flutter against his thigh as the words left your mouth.
Soon your breath washed over his twitching excitement. Allowing your tongue to drag against the underside of his erection. He was like putty, as he trembled under you.
You could tase yourself on him.
Tracing your fingers against your clit, his stifled moan finally rushed from his lips. Kissing against him as he was throbbing. Leaking against his own stomach.
"I..just.." Stuttering as he struggled, craving you.
"Just what? I know you can do better than that, Billy.." Dragging your tongue further till it flicked over the pinkened tip. Tasting his excitement against your tongue, the salty musk lingered.
"Please, p-please f-fuck..fuck I want you.." The chain of the shitty cuffs strained as he said it. The headboard shifted forward as he pulled, writhing beneath you.
"Say it for me..."
"N-no...quit being such...such a little slut.." He snorted.
Your fingers dragged once more against the beating cock.
"F-fine..I...I'll be a good boy.." Laughing softly. knowing exactly what you wanted to hear.
You slowly crawled over him, your hands padding against the mattress, not stopping at his waist. Resting your knees on either side of his head. He shifted, confused at first. An almost whimper left his mouth as he breathed heavily. Desperation on his quivered lips.
Then he realised , you could see him pursing his lips as he lunged his head upwards. You shifted slightly.
"So needy.." You teased him. As he hungered to taste.
Palm gripping his head forward, as you slid against him. A gasp of relief falls from your lips. Billy's tongue dragging up along your drenched slit. Exhaling softly as you see him ball his fingers into fists. His wrists were marked from pulling on his restraints.
Your fingers pushed through his hair, feeling his sweat brush over your palm. Fumbling as his tongue hunger for more, you allow your legs to loosen. Leaning your hips deeper, he spread you against the lapping of his tongue. Rippling over you, as he inhaled desperately.
You felt your chest grow flustered. Tugging on his hair tighter, smothering him with your starved sex.
Using your free hand you loosened the buttons of the shirt you wore. Pushing your hair back, as you called out his name. Forcing your hips back and forth. Riding his face. His moans cast against you, as you used him like that of a toy. Merciless.
Hearing the creak of the mattress louden, he was writhing. Fidgeting beneath you. Tongue swirling over your clit, softly dipping inside your clenching cunt.
"Fuck, Billy ... yes baby...just like that...God you are so pretty under me.." You groan. Pulling your sweat-coated hand from his hair as you lean your palms back into his chest. Letting him support your weight. Leaking against his lips, riding that edge.
You felt him jolt under you. Peering back at his body over your shoulder.
Whimpering some, as you see him. So perfectly pathetic. His knees bent, as his hips thrust at the air desperately. Practically begging for your attention, to be touched. The hemline of his t-shirt splattered with sticky excitement, purely from pleasuring you.
He was fucking the air, longing for relief. He craved you .
Hearing his whimpering nearly sent you over the edge, huffing against you as he lunged as far as he could, feeling your hesitation. As your hips yanked upwards, close. So very close.
"Please.. l-let me.." He whined out, his throat tight. Feeling you tremble over him.
Slathering against your clit, greedily. Forcefully tugging those flimsy cuffs one last time. Grunting loudly. As the weakened metal links snapped, under the pressure of his flexing forearms. His veins pulsating as he reached around your thighs. Gripping his fingertips into them roughly. Marking against them as he whimpered.
"I-I'm sorry, I need... you .. god I fucking need you.." Growling as he groaned against your spread folds.
Feeling yourself fold forward as the pressure swelled. Gripping his hair in your fingers. Hyperventilating. Your thighs beginning to clench against his red sweaty cheeks.
Like he was in a frenzy, his hips pounded at the air pervertedly. Crying out your name as his orgasm bubbled, his lips wrapping against your clit. His climax spluttering against his shirt, and your lower back. Dripping against your ass.
One last pull of his hair as you screamed out. Tensing against him as your eyes press shut. Speckles of star-like patterns flashed across the darkness of your eyelids. Feeling as you drown his lips with your orgasm, your body hunched against the headboard.
The grip of his fingers digging into your thighs softened, slithering his palms to your hips, then waist. Tickles of the furry cuffs grazing your glistening skin. Lips kissing against your folds.
"G-good boy.." You whined. Shuddering. "Such a good boy."
He softly laughed against you as you leaned back some, shifting. Catching your heavy breaths.
"You alright baby girl.." He whispered with a coy smirk and wetted lips. Showing off his drowned flushed pink cheeks.
You could only muster a gentle nod, your chest feeling like it could burst as it trembled beneath the unbuttoned shirt. His hands slithered from your waist back to your thighs. Caressing them softly as you made attempts at composing yourself.
"You got, so... greedy .. you owe me new ones.." You stammered pointing to the bent and snapped cuffs. He bellowed a deep grumbling laugh as he gripped and rolled you beneath him. Inches from your face, still smeared with your mess on his lips.
"I will buy you as many as you need, though .. I can't promise I won't break them again." His mouth pressed to yours, teasing as he let you taste yourself on his lips.
Flickering your eyes open, you pursed your lips playful-like.
"Again?.." You questioned, as he covered your mouth jokingly. Reaching to pull his hand away.
"I knew .. I knew you were a needy desperate little puppy.." You sneered, pointing in his face. He scoffed, then proceeded to roll off of your body laughing. Pulling you into his embrace, as the warm haze streamed through the dingy curtains.
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hope anyone who read, enjoyed! cringing at my own smut but was desperate to share anyway lmao ( ﾉ ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ
