"Are you mine?" Masterlist ("Do I wanna know" third part)
Spencer Reid and his wife are dealing with a lot lately: work, making their relationship work, raising their children. But most of all, they are dealing with the realization they shouldn't continue working at the BAU anymore.
Should they leave the team after so many years working together?
Join Spencer and his wife in this fix it fanfic that will take you from season 10 to season 15 of Criminal Mind.
And yes, we are dealing with Cat Adam, JJ's confession, Diana's disease and more.
First part: "Do I wanna know."
Second part: "Baby, I'm yours."
Chapter one: "I'm a puppet on a string"
Chapter two: "Let the fear you have fall away"
Chapter three: "She is a silver lining"
Chapter four: "I lost a friend"
Chapter five: "Our flaws are who we really are"
Chapter six: "You killed my father, prepare to die"
Chapter seven: "Here's our chance to make it"
Chapter eight: "Every ending is a new beginning"
Chapter nine: "Entropy"
Chapter ten: "Hell and back"
Chapter eleven: "The pieces this job takes"
Chapter twelve: "People need to know they are important."
Chapter thirteen: "I've never known a normal day in my life"
Request by @pastel-pillows: Billy gets hired for a private party. The only rules is to keep it in his pants and for the clients to not touch him... Unless he says so.
+18 MDNI, stipper dancing, grinding, hard on, fingering, roughness, p in v, billy is OOC, he is not an ass, smut, smut, smut
A/N: This is Stripper!Billy from my Do I wanna Know Series. I love you ash for this request, and I hope you and every other horny person for Billy enjoys it.
REBLOGS are true support.
no charge
Billy looked at himself once more in the mirror before grabbing his duffel bag filled with other clothes and things he would need for tonight.
He pays no mind to these kinds of jobs, and Joyce is the one that arranges them. Clients can approach her to talk about hiring one of the strippers for one night for a private gathering or party. Joyce lays down the rules for every client, and she ensures their safety by having their GPS turned on at all times in their cellphones. The job lasts two hours, and if in two hours Joyce doesn’t have any notice from them, she sends someone to the address of the place they are heading over.
The client must give many personal details such as their full name, legal address, real phone number and it is all cross checked with their IDs. Joyce is very strict when it comes to the boys' safety, so he is really thankful for her taking care of them this way. Not many bosses work the way she does, but Billy guesses it’s just her motherly instinct.
Today he was hired for a birthday party. The one that hired him was the birthday girl's best friend, and she was very direct when she asked for Billy specifically. He walked down the stairs and to see Steve playing with Eddie with the switch controllers as they stared at the screen.
“Stop throwing shells at me!” Steve yells at Eddie who only laughs at his friend as he now stands at 4th place in Mario Kart. Billy rolls his eyes as he walks towards the front door.
“Hey! Remember to put the GPS on! We’ll be watching!” Eddie yells at him and Billy only sighs but internally he is grateful he is being taken care of by his closest friends as well.
“Yeah mom.” Billy retorts and then Steve is the one that speaks next.
“Don’t stick the dick in!”
Billy only groans at that and walks out of the apartment to start heading to the address of the birthday girl. He knows about the rules and the clients know about them too. This is a dance only. The only hands that can be pressed on him are just on his shoulders and if he allows them, on his chest. They cannot touch him indecently in any way or at any point. If the rule is broken he has all the right to head out because he feels uncomfortable and he gets paid in full anyway.
That happened a few times, but mostly with the older crowd. Women in their 40’s or 50’s. This party was of people his age from what he had read. He threw the duffel bag in the back of his camaro and turned on his GPS and immediately sent a message to Joyce telling her he was heading to the address. Joyce sent him a reminder to be careful and if at any point he has to bail out, to do so.
He starts his car and drives towards the suburban part of town. He has been here a few times for bachelorette parties, so he knows his way around. He looks at the piece of paper in order to get the street and number right and after driving for two more minutes, he reaches the house and he can already hear the music and some girl yelling. He looks at the window and he tries to figure out how many people are there.
A smirk spreads on his face when he sees the birthday girl.
Oh, this was going to be one of those nights.
You giggled as you danced in the middle with your best friend, your other friends cheering you on. You had put some pink lights to make the space more fun, more enticing.
It’s not every day that you turn 25, and what better way than to simply get drunk with all of your friends. It’s been so long since you had fun like this, and you can finally be free again thanks to your decision to break things off with your boyfriend after a year. The problem with him was that he was a prude, vanilla, and sadly that interfered with your feelings for him. It didn’t mean you didn’t love him, and it took a while for you to get over the breakup– even if you were the one that did it.
Attraction is very much needed in a relationship, and you had lost it completely for your ex.
He just didn’t want to try anything at all. You came up with ideas, positions and things you could both try and he didn’t find anything interesting. Not even some spanking. It became harder and harder to reach an orgasm with him, and the attraction slowly started fading away. Emotionally he was perfect, but he didn’t match that physically. It had angered you that he wasn’t even willing to try anything for you, so that also impulsed your decision to break things off.
The doorbell rang and you immediately stopped dancing with your best friend and you looked at her with a confused look on your face and then scanned the room. Everyone was here. You didn’t invite anyone else. You let go of her in order to go get the door but was stopped by her with a smile on her face.
“Don’t! Just, stay there, I’ll get it!” You were frowning at the situation but then you saw all your friends giggling with one another, Jeremiah smiling at you as he got a chair right in the middle of the room. What is going on?
“Don’t kill us…” He says to you and you are still staring at him as he looks over your shoulder and you see him giggle with a blush to his face, stepping back into his chair. Heavy boots could be heard as they walked into the living room and you slowly turned around and you really thought that a Greek god of some sort just entered your house.
He had the brightest set of eyes you’ve ever seen, piercing even, blonde curls styled and pulled back into a half ponytail with some falling towards his shoulders. He was built, and tall, and you couldn’t help but almost salivate as you stared at his plump lips. Lips that slowly spread, showing off his bright teeth to you.
“Is this the birthday girl?” The man asked and his voice just sent a shiver down your spine instantly. Your best friend snickered behind him and nodded, saying your name to him.
“This is our gift baby, from all of us.” She was smirking at you and then the room cheered. They… They got you a stripper. Oh dear god… You weren’t prepared for this, you’ve never experienced what a stripper could do, never went to a show but– You should have. If men like this work there then it is worth every penny and you were so grateful to your friends right now.
The man took a few steps towards you, his eyes locked with yours, and it might be the alcohol you’ve been drinking but everything simply grows hot as he raises a hand up and places it on your chin, tilting it upwards for you to look at him more properly.
“I’m Billy.” You were completely certain that you looked dazed, as if hypnotized by this man’s looks. You heard Jeremiah woo at him and Billy only chuckled as he leaned towards you. “One rule for you birthday girl. You don’t touch me unless I want you to, got that?”
You nod dumbly at that request, and it was going to be hard to keep your hands to yourself, but out of respect you knew you had to. Billy lets go of your chin, and he turns around to give a nod to your best friend. She bit her lip and headed over to her phone to change the music. He put a request for songs for tonight, and he had asked your preference of dance.
He wanted to know if you would like it rough, or exciting, or slow and enticing. When he gave your best friend his options, she instantly went for slow, yet rough at some parts because she said, and he quotes ‘You needed it.’. He didn’t press for more questions but Joyce did, just so she would know your mental situation and for Billy to know exactly what to do and what to not overdo.
You needed to be shown what you have been missing the past year.
Billy sat you down on the chair your friends had placed in the middle of the room as they all were sitting around it, small cheers and whistles being heard as your eyes never left Billy’s. He didn’t expect to dance for someone like you tonight. You caught his eye the moment he saw you whipping your hips from side to side as he looked through the window of your home outside.
There was this carnal need growing inside of him, but he had to focus on the job, not let it get to his head. One of the things he had to make sure of in these kinds of parties or small side jobs was to never, ever, get hard. It wasn’t impossible to do so really, since he was always the one grinding on the people, but if he does get hard it might give the wrong message, and people might feel entitled to touch him, thinking they can do it, just because he is a man with normal reactions.
‘Renegade’ by Aaryan Shah started playing on the speakers and your breathing hitched at the rain sound at the beginning of it. You took a shaky breath in as he started circling around you, his hand softly grazing all over your shoulders, and when the beat started, his hands pressed on your biceps, dragging them all the way down, slowly, and not putting pressure on his fingertips but it was enough to make your skin grow goosebumps from it.
“I’m gonna make you feel wanted…” You didn’t even notice he had gotten close to your ear from behind, his hot breath hitting your skin making you shiver and his low whisper sent a shock that reached your center. Your mind was blocking out everyone else, slowly, as if your friends weren’t cheering you on, or him for that matter.
“Please…” You replied to him and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to hear you through the music, but he did, and his eyes almost widened at your boldness. You really needed this. He took the opportunity while standing behind you to push his sneakers off by placing the tip of his foot at the back of each and pulling.
He kept circling you until he was standing in front of you again, a smirk on his face as he suddenly ripped his jacket open, taking it off in one swift motion and you were so focused on his face before that you did not notice that he was wearing a button up shirt that was half closed, showing off his chest and some of his abs.
Your breathing stopped at the sight and he chuckled at your expression. He definitely knew he was attractive, never an ounce of self doubt about that, and that’s what made this job easy for him. But there was something in your eyes that was different from the other girls and women he danced for– Something that was making his body grow a little hotter at each flick of your eyes towards his body.
There was genuine and pure lust in them.
He knew there was desire for him with all those other clients, but you… There was something else, as if you were hungry, starving even. He motioned for you to give him your hand and you took a second to notice what he was saying, raising a shaking hand to him. He licked his lips and bit the bottom one as he made you grip the middle of his open shirt, right under his pecs.
He gripped your hand tightly, and made you pull it down in one hard motion, surprising you, and all of his buttons flew away as his shirt flew completely open, revealing all of his abdomen to you. You felt your mouth salivate at the sight, the rhythm of the song blasting in your ears, making the moment much more seductive.
You were expecting strippers to be rough, manhandling you around as you’ve seen in tik tok videos, or instagram, and even magic mike, and just grinding on you aggressively. You didn’t expect this man to be moving slowly, yet it was sending fire currents all over your body at each sudden movement he did.
Billy took his shirt off and smirked as he threw it towards your other friend, Jeremiah, who squealed in delight at it. You had forgotten about your friends, and your eyes blinked as you looked around and you saw all the clapping and cheering going around, only to be pulled back into that bubble of arousal as you felt strong hands grip your chin again, and make you look up into blue orbs that were staring back at you intensely.
“Your attention is only mine tonight. Keep it that way.” Billy smirked as you stared up at him, an amused look on your face. He never expected responses from his dominance, most of the time they just nod at him and let him proceed, but you… you wiped Billy’s smirk away as you smiled at him and actually retorted back to him.
“Yes Sir.”
That word shot right to his dick. He cursed at you in his mind, shaking the feeling of rising arousal he was feeling to keep going with his job. He pulled his hand away from you only for both of your hands to be grabbed by him, pulling you up from the chair, causing you to gasp as you stand on both of your trembling knees.
He smirked at how you slightly wobbled and he made you press your hands against his chest and then guided you, very slowly, over his chest and down to his abdomen. He was expecting you to be looking at where your hands were going, but your eyes kept locked against his all the time. Your hands were on fire at every dent you passed by, at the heat of his skin, but you didn’t press your hands on him.
And for some reason, Billy was disliking that.
He licked his lips, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked down at his jeans and then back up at you. You followed his gaze and your eyes widened, looking up at him again wondering if you understood right. He guided your hands towards his happy trail, making you graze your fingertips on his V shape and he almost let out a groan at the feeling. Your eyes were now stuck at his form, feeling the soft hairs that went beneath the hem of his denims.
“Open them up.” There were cheers and whistles around at the request, but you couldn’t hear them, just the soft bass that played on the song. Your fingers swiftly unbuttoned his jeans and you took a deep breath in as you got hold of the zipper and started pulling it down. Billy could feel the tip of your thumb as you glided it down with the metal and he felt it. He felt how his bulge was slowly growing.
You looked up at him when everything was undone and he tilted his head at you, as if telling you that you are missing something. He nodded once towards the floor and back at you, and you felt your heart beating into your ears as you slowly started getting on your knees in front of him.
And Billy cursed inwardly once more. You look so fucking beautiful like this.
He almost never took his pants off at a performance. But oh he wanted to right now. He chuckled as you kept yourself on the floor and he walked to your side and then behind you. He felt himself starting to lose control of his desire because you just looked too exquisite to him. It wasn’t that the other clients were not of his liking, but you… something was coming out of your body, almost like pheromones that were pulling him in.
He pressed a hand on your shoulder and he gave you a soft push, enough to make you lose some balance and get on all fours as your hands landed on the floor. Billy couldn’t contain the smirk inside of him because you were completely unaware of your friends around you. You weren’t paying any mind to them any longer and it was all thanks to him. Now he understands what your best friend meant by you needing it.
Your heart thumped in your chest and your eyes widened when he pressed his hips against your ass, and you felt him. He was hard. It was something normal, wasn’t it? They grind on clients and it is normal for them to get hard. Billy on the other hand, couldn’t help himself as he pressed against you and that made him even harder than before, not caring any longer about the people in the room, just like you weren’t paying mind to them.
He pressed onto you even rougher, prompting you to finally lay down on the floor, hands on both sides of your head as it turned to look at him over your shoulder. Billy salivated at the hazy look in your eyes, pupils blown wide, and he chuckled at you while getting on top of your body, his face coming close to your ear, softly whispering to you.
“Stay still.” And that you did, feeling your thighs clench at his order, cheeks becoming flushed as you wondered what he was going to do. He smirked as he raised himself up on his hands as he hovered over your body and then he parted his legs even wider so he could have some leverage. His hips started swaying back and forth into a sensual motion, grazing over your bottom half every time he went down.
You gasped at the sensual movement, and you held in a groan as the wetness started to soak your underwear. This man had you in a curse at the moment, and you didn’t know if you wanted it to be cured. Were you that desperate that a stripper is making you feel this way? He is just doing his job which is just dancing, nothing more to it.
But fuck will it rise your expectations for other men now.
Billy’s eyebrow twitched as he looked down at you, and all he could think about was ripping that shirt off your body, to feel your skin under his palm. He stops grinding and his hand snakes to the front of your throat and he pulls you with him as he kneels back up. His chest presses against your back, a moan coming out of your throat.
You wanted to take your hand back, to be able to touch him, rub him, feel him. But your hands were kept in place, not wanting this to be over. If you did as you desired he will stop this and leave, and that’s the last thing you want. Billy couldn’t contain himself as he broke his own personal rule and pressed his bulge against your ass, and you heard him growl in his throat.
Your head was spinning and suddenly you felt his free hand grip yours, and your eyes widened when he guided you to where you wanted your hand to actually be. He made you stick your hand into his open pants and you could cup his hardness into your hand. His breath was in your ear and you were sure he was giving you permission now to do as you please, so in front of everyone, you moved your hand, slowly, up and down on his bulge.
Billy had made up his mind at this point. He is going to break every single rule, every single warning sign thrown out the window. He was going to get his phone out of his bag, message Joyce, and Eddie and Steve that he will take a little bit longer. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his fingers splayed all over your throat, massaging it gently, and his lips came close to your ear, his hot breath fanning onto it.
“Can I give you a present?” He felt you stiffen, and he smirked as your hand stopped rubbing on him due to shock, but then he groaned into your skin as you began to move your hand even harder on him, surprising him as you turned your head to look at him with a smirk on your face.
“A gift?” You dared to ask and he could only smile at you, his lips coming close to yours, hovering over them, and you were dying to move forward and press them against his. You wanted to taste this man, and the next words he said to you made your body tremble suddenly with an urgent need.
“No charge.”
That’s when he pushed you off him and your eyes seemed to come back to reality for a few seconds, the yelling and cheering from your friends sipping into your ears. Sounds you had blocked out completely all this while, dissociating from the world that was around you and Billy. You looked up towards your best friend who had a wide eyed look on her friend as she covered her mouth with her hand.
Billy walked around you, a smirk on his face all the while, and he went to grab his bag that he left on the front door, winking at your best friend as he passed by, and then he turned around to face you again, tilting his head as if waiting for you to make the next move.
“Turn the music all the way up.” Those were your simple instructions and your friends cheered on you as you walked towards the stripper you met just a few moments ago. Your best friend gave you a wink and a motion for you to not lock the door. Your friends protected you just in case… because Billy is still a stranger. No matter what the job is, he still is one and you don’t know him.
What you do know, is the size of his dick. And you definitely need it inside of you.
You walk towards him to get hold of his free hand, his jeans still unbuttoned and open, the bulge just trying to break free from them. You gave him one look as if asking one last time if it was okay and he gave you a wink with a teeth showing grin. You turned the both of you and headed upstairs as the music started to increase in volume. You didn’t really care if your friends heard you, not when you deserved this.
Billy took the opportunity that you had your back towards him to take his phone out of the side pocket of the bag as it hung on his shoulder. He texted his friends and then Joyce. His boss knows what it means when they say it’s taking a little longer, no need to clarify. She always sends a be careful and to keep the GPS on. Eddie is the one to reply to him and he almost lets out a snort at the message.
‘Wrap it.’
Billy puts the phone back in the bag, and then grabs onto the small metallic package he has there, tucking it into his back pocket, as you walk down the hallway of your home. Billy was amazed by your age and the fact that you own a home. None of his business on how you got it, but it was still intriguing. The music, even if loud, was becoming distant, even if a bit, and you were happy your room wasn’t above the living room.
You opened the door to your bedroom, and the nerves finally kicked in. All the confidence you had earlier on to make a move were now squashed as you turned around to see Billy closing the door behind him, looking down at you as his bag dropped to the floor. Your breathing stammering slightly, not knowing how to move on from here. It’s been so long since you’ve been with a man other than your ex, so you didn’t know how to start this off like you used to.
But Billy knew what you needed, from the moment he saw you, the moment your best friend said your preference. He knew, and he was glad you needed something like that because he loves it that way.
His hand shot up suddenly, grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you both around so that he could slam you against the closed door. You gasped at how he manhandled you so effortlessly and just took you completely by surprise. He towered over you, gazing down at your eyes and you could feel your knees trembling at how intense his eyes were. His hand raised up to put it under your chin and hold your eyes to his own.
“You need it badly, don’t you? You need a real man–” He pressed his hips against yours and you could feel his bulge against your lower belly, making you whimper against your throat. “To treat you like you deserve.”
You felt yourself clench at nothing in his voice. He had you in the palm of his hand, and his eyes were looking down at you, as if waiting for something. This man knows you want him, but you also know that this man wants you just the same, and that is boosting your ego and your confidence. You never imagined a guy like him to look twice your way… but here he was. A smile spread on your lips as you answered back to him.
“Yes sir~”
At your purr Billy’s lips instantly slammed on yours, a moan escaping your mouth and into his as he did so. His hands moved towards your wrists and he grabbed onto them, pulling them up above your head and using one hand to hold them together and staying there. You were surprised at the sudden movement, a whine coming out of your mouth, while his lips were pulled into a grin in between the kiss.
His lips moved against yours, roughly, seeking for more as his body fully pressed against yours, chest against chest, and his other free hand went towards your neck, pressing your head against the door as well. You felt yourself becoming wetter by the second, and you moaned in surprise as his thigh came in between your legs, pressing harshly against your center, the seam of your jeans pressing just right against your clit.
He chuckled into the kiss and pulled away, barely, so he could look at your face. Your eyes turned half lidded and wanton moans escaped your lips every time he pressed his knee even harder on you. He took his tongue out and ran it through your bottom lip, gently. You tasted divine, but he wasn’t here to be gentle tonight. He knew you didn’t want him to be gentle either.
Your hips started moving against his thigh, and he looked down at your movements as you rode him. He felt his cock twitch in his underwear, and he looked back up to your face and he took his hand away from your neck. He was surprised to hear you whine at the loss of his grip, but he then started sliding his hand down, reaching the button of your pants, making your eyes snap wide to look at him.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing, sweets.” The grip on your wrists tightened as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled your zipper down. You couldn’t hear the music or anything but your beating heart. It was just a constant pumping of blood in your ear. You felt his fingertips slide into the elastic of your panties, and you shivered at the tickling sensation he was leaving behind each time he inched closer to your cunt.
“Please, please Billy…” You begged, and who was Billy to deny you when you asked so nicely? He smiled down at you as his fingers found the bundle of nerves that made a moan come out of your lips without shame. He gave it a few circling motions and your hips were trying to grind against him.
His face leaned down towards your neck, inhaling deeply to take in your scent, your perfume. You whimpered when you felt his hand moving lower and his lips closing onto the skin of your neck, leaving kisses over it. You gasped when he suddenly ran his fingers through your drenched folds, making your skin flush completely, a chuckle escaping his lips and onto your neck.
“Look how wet you already are, baby.” Your arms were starting to hurt from being pinned for this long above your head, but that pain was thrown out of the window when you felt a finger of his running over and over your folds in order to wet it before entering you. You gasped as you threw your head back, leaving Billy more access to your neck.
He was becoming drunk of how wet you were for him as he pumped his finger in and out of you. Damn, he really wanted to taste you now, but he had to move quickly. He couldn’t spend the night here, nor take his sweet time with you. At least… not today.
“Billy– Billy, fuck–” You were moaning his name, and he couldn’t help himself but bite onto your neck as he inserted a second finger in you, his pace quickening. You couldn’t believe how good you could feel with just fingers. He was curling them in the right position, hitting your spongy spot over and over, rubbing his fingertips against it.
He let go of your neck in order to kiss you again so he could swallow your moans into his throat. He took the opportunity of your mouth being open and his mouth instantly slipped in, clashing against yours. You tasted divine. If you tasted like this in your mouth, his resolve of not eating you out was wavering.
His tongue danced with yours, his fingers going deep inside you, curled as he pressed the belly of his palm against your clit and moved his hand rapidly back and forth, making the movements of your tongue falter as loud moans went from your throat to his. He pulled away in order to hear you and your loud whimpers were music to his ears.
“Fuck, look at you…” He was mesmerized by you, your head thrown back onto the door as his fingers kept moving. He then stopped all together, making you whine at the loss of friction. You were feeling so good and he decided to stop now? His hand finally lets go of your wrists and you sigh in relief as you pull them down to your sides once again. His fingers leave you, and he pulls them out of your underwear to look at them.
You are looking at him as he smirks at you, taking his fingers into his mouth, his eyes closing as he tastes you on his tongue. Fuck, you were sweeter down there. He should have eaten you out instead of fingering you. He moaned into his fingers and you clenched onto nothing at the sound.
When his fingers left his mouth, he opened his eyes to find yours. His hands then grabbed the hem of your pants and he crouched in order to pull them down along with your now soaked underwear. You couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment. You stepped out of them and he stood up as he scanned you again.
“W–What?”
“Take your shirt off.” You gulped at how demanding he sounded, but you complied in just a second. You pulled your shirt over your head and threw it across the room. He raised a finger towards the strap of your red lace bra, pulling it to only let it go so it would snap against your skin, making you gasp. “Cute, but it needs to go too.”
You lick your lips and you take your hands behind you to unclasp your bra. His eyes were digging holes onto every part of your body from how intense he was looking at you. You took the bra off and threw it somewhere, and you really didn’t care if it got lost. He stood there, just taking your naked body in. His dick twitched again and he knew this was his limit.
You saw him reach behind him and then put something in his mouth. Your eyes widened when you saw the aluminum foil square that is in between his teeth. He smirked at you as he pulled his pants and boxers down. He didn’t step out of them just yet, and one of his hands grabbed onto the foil, and with his teeth he ripped it open, taking the rubber out.
Your eyes went down towards his dick and, holy shit. He was huge. Your sense of touch was spot on before. His bulge felt… bulky, and now you can confirm it was because he was big. He followed your gaze and he chuckled, making your eyes look back up at him again. He licked the inside of his bottom lip as he handed the rubber to you.
Your breathing was heavy as you grabbed onto it, and you pressed onto the tip to then roll it down onto his cock. He threw his head back in a circle at the feel of your hands around him. The primal part of him switched on, and he was going to show you what he could do, what the others didn’t dare to do to you.
Your hands immediately flew away as you saw him crouch again, his hands cupping right under your ass and prompting you to jump. His hands cupped your ass tightly, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall. He smirked at you as he pressed you harder against the wall so he could take one hand away from your ass so he could line himself up to you.
You threw your head back, a loud moan escaping you as you start feeling the stretch of him entering you. His hand went back to cupping your ass, holding you up and onto the wall. He cursed under his breath as he felt how tight you were. He kept moving forward into you, gasps escaping your lips that caused him to grin at you.
“Fu-Fuck–” You were already cock drunk, and he hadn’t bottomed out yet. You heard him call out your name to you and you looked down to see him smirking at you, making you frown slightly only for him to slam himself inside of you in one motion, knocking the air out of your lungs in a choke.
“You’re so fucking tight, you’re sucking me in.” He groaned out as he felt you clenching around him, adjusting to him as you writhed on his hold. He then moved his hips back and then back in, first in a slow movement as he started building up in tempo, each minute that passed.
Moans soon filled the room, the slamming of your body against the door as he thrusted in and out of you as you started falling into a state of euphoria. You never felt like this before. You had your share of experiences, but it was never like this, and he just stuck his dick in. He didn’t do anything special, but the foreplay and the edging was enough to make you lose your head the instant he put the tip in.
Your hands were digging onto his shoulders as you chanted his name like a mantra, bodies becoming sweaty as he started increasing his pace, your moans becoming louder and some whimper were thrown into the mix as well. His pelvis was hitting against your clit thanks to the position as well, the burning in your belly starting to form.
“It feels so good, it feels so fucking good–!” You were starting to moan out words, things you never did before. You never liked dirty talking and that was because it had never been done to you. He chuckled and you felt him grip onto your ass cheeks even tighter and he pulled you both off the door so he could stand up straight, his back a little bit bent backwards.
“Yeah?” He smirked as he used his strength to raise you up and then make you fall down on his dick again. You moaned loudly at that, the new position letting him hit your G-spot perfectly. His hands guided you up and down so you would bounce on his cock, your arms now wrapped completely around his shoulders.
You nodded dumbly as you felt your eyes becoming teary from how deep he was hitting you and it never stopped, in and out, in and out. Your mouth fell open with silent moans, with whimpers, whines, groans, huffs of air. Billy was trying to hold them in, but you felt exquisite on his dick, tight, and clenching every so often, so many grunts escaped into the air from his throat.
“Shit– Oh god–” Your belly was burning, the coil turning, tightening, and he could feel it, so he braced himself on his feet in order to slam you even harder down on his dick in a slow pace. Your eyes were wide as you looked up at the ceiling, your vision starting to go white as the burning sensation came closer and closer, your walls clenching around him repeatedly.
“Come on baby, cum on my dick, come on… Let me feel you.” The dirty talking did it for you. The elastic band snapped instantly, and you let out a loud cry of his name as your walls clenched tightly around him and he growled as he tried to move but you were sucking him in and not letting go. Your legs trembled around him as your nails started to dig on his back.
He rode your high until he felt you unclench, the both of you breathing heavily as he sits inside of you. He could feel your body starting to slump on him, making it harder to keep you up. He licked his lips and backed up towards your bed, turning around to throw you into it. It took you by surprise, snapping you back to reality, looking up at him through the tears of your eyes.
“You didn’t–?” You asked innocently and Billy only smirked through his panting.
“On all fours.” He ordered and you took a deep breath in to hide the gasp as you complied, your ass facing him as your knees and hands were on the mattress of the bed, your calves and feet hanging off the edge of the bed.
“Like this?” You ask as you wiggle your ass for him, teasingly, and Billy was surprised you still had this spark in you. Maybe it was a spark that never came out before because the chance had never presented itself for you.
“Put your fucking ass up.” You gasped at how rough he sounded, but a small smirk appeared on your face as you slowly laid your upper body down on the bed, your back arching forward so you could stick your ass out even more for him.
“Like this~?” You purr this time and you hear a hum of approval, only to then feel a hand slamming against one of your ass cheeks, causing you to choke out a moan in surprise.
“What a view.” He was salivating as he looked at the roundness of your cheeks, wanting to sink his teeth on your flesh. You wiggled your ass at him again and he chuckled in desire as he raised his hand up to slap your other ass cheek, making you yelp and clench onto thin air, a smile on your face that was on the mattress. “Forward.”
You complied and moved your body a little more into the middle of the bed so he could kneel in between your legs. He grabbed onto his dick and rubbed the tip on your clit, slapping it a few times which caused you to whimper. He pressed the tip in through your fold and didn’t wait for a second to grab your hips and slam himself back into you.
You moaned against the bed as his pace turned brutal, piercing even. He didn’t do the slow pace at first like before, but you didn’t mind the roughness, you actually loved it. This is what you always needed, what you always wanted, and it was finally being given to you.
Billy threw his head back as his eyes closed at how much you were clenching around him still thanks to the overstimulation. He growled when he looked down at the bouncing of your ass against his hips, seeing himself going in and out of you. He raised his hand up and smacked your ass again, seeing it jiggle as he kept thrusting in and out of you.
You choked out a moan and he could see the smile on your face as he repeated the action, two and three more times. He smirked as he pulled himself forward, and his hand came to the side of your head, and he pressed you against the mattress even more, making you instinctively raise your ass up even more as your knees slid down a little bit.
His thrusts became deep and the sound of skin slapping bounced from wall to wall. Your moans were muffled against the mattress, and your smile was still on your lips as his hand pressed even harder on the side of your head. You were immediately feeling the burning sensation in your belly and you wanted him to touch you, you needed it again.
“Billy, Billy, I need to cum again, please–” SMACK.
“You’re going to cum with my cock only, so fucking take what I give you.” You moaned at his words, your bodies going back and forth from how deep he was moving in you.
“Yes Sir, yes Sir!” His dick twitched inside of you at your chants, and he groaned loudly mixed with a moan as he felt his balls clench with the need to cum. He needed to cum while you clenched around him, and he knew you were close thanks to your walls fluttering every so often as he kept thrusting into you, his hand still pressing onto your head.
The thrill of it, the roughness and the sound of his groans from how good he was feeling with you made your belly explode again, even harder than before. You yelled onto the mattress as your vision turned white, your mind becoming mush as you clenched tightly around him as if it were a life source.
“Fuck–” He gave more thrusts, fast and deep ones until the last two faltered slightly and then a moan escaped his lips as he spilled into the condom. He trembled as ropes of cum left him, one after the other. He was breathing heavily as he tried to come back to earth. He looked down at you and he let go of your head to reveal you huffing for air against the mattress. “You with me?”
You gave him one nod and he winced when he pulled out of you, slowly, and you whined at the emptiness of it. He pulled the condom off and he was surprised by how much he had spilled inside of it. It’s been a while since he came this hard. His eyes turned to your figure and a smirk appeared on his face. He called out your name and that made you snap back into reality, turning around on the bed to lay down on your back.
“Yeah…?” It was a soft moan, your breath still trying to settle into a normal rhythm again.
Billy came back home only to find Eddie still up and talking on the phone with his girl.
“It’s 1 AM. What are you two doing up?” Billy groans as he walks towards the kitchen, throwing the duffel bag onto the floor. He was wearing the extra clothes he took in there, and Eddie examined him, up and down.
“Well… was it a good show?” Billy opened the fridge and took a water bottle out and took a long sip out of it. He looked at Eddie a smirk forming on his face once more.
“I may have found a student myself.”
A/N: Im getting to write my pending requests, so be patient with me. I hope you all enjoyed this smutty thing, and I love billy so sue me.
—a/n: first drabble for do i wanna know!!!! IM SO EXCITED!!!! as always, please if you like it don’t hesitate to slide into my askbox! thank you so much for the support i love yall
“Do I have to bring a towel?”
You roll your eyes but Jimin can’t see you, his voice reaching you from the end of the hallway where his room is located.
“We’re literally going to the beach, what do you think you dumb bitch,” you say loudly enough for him to hear you. At this point you’re really debating if you should take off your shoes and make yourself comfortable in the couch, because this is taking way too long.
“I don’t know, are we really going to get into the sea? It’s too late already…”
Taehyung’s feet nervously tap the wooden floor of their shared apartment, and you’re about to tell him to stop when his frustrated whine startles you.
“Is late and it’s gonna be later if you don’t hurry up! Hoseok is going to kill us, asshole!”
“He is,” you say matter of factly, “He was already annoyed at you two when I had to come up here to get your asses, so now he’ll be furious.”
“Well, who cares. He already hates Jimin.”
“He does.”
The devil himself gets finally out of his room, all messy locks and flushed cheeks, and pouts when sees that you and Taehyung are conspiring against him.
“He does not hate me. He adores me, and he’ll forgive me because I’m cute.”
“Yeah, you wish,” you say mockingly, and he hits your arm playfully.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, Park Jimin.” Hoseok starts the engine as soon as the three of you enter the car, seemingly impatient to get on the road as soon as possible. “Really, the one time Y/N is actually on time…”
“Hey! Respect, bitch, I’m trying to be a better person.” That’s a lie. You weren’t late today, but not because you were trying, but thanks to your boredom and the fact that you didn’t have anything better to do, and you hate being idle. He looks at you, sticking out his tongue teasingly.
“Anyways, you dumb bitches know I don’t like to drive at night and the Sun sets in an hour!”
“Then shut up and step on the gas, bitch.” Taehyung offers you a beer from the backseat and you take it. The cold, bitter liquid is not to your liking, but you take a swig, wanting to feel the familiar buzz soon enough.
“Sorry, Hobi… I was really doubting about what swimsuit made my booty look juicier…” Jimin responds unashamedly and you sigh dramatically.
“Who the fuck cares, we don’t fucking care about your booty,” Taehyung says bitterly, but you know there’s a playful tone hidden in his harsh words.
“You didn’t say so this morning, dirty slut.”
“Okay, we didn’t wanna know that, actually.” Hoseok grimaces and you giggle. “Y/N, you’re in charge of the music, baby,” he says while handing you his mobile phone.
It takes almost an hour to get to the beach and your throat is already sore from so much singing out loud in the car; your blood already pumping high and warm with the buzz of the two beers you chugged down while on the road. You’ve been wanting to go out for so long and make up for the time college and your part time job take away from your life, so you were not about to waste the hour long car ride to the beach.
Jimin and Taehyung are excited too, and as soon as they get out of the car they run to the shore to see the last rays of Sun disappear deep into the sea.
You almost feel your feet moving by themselves, as if they too wanted to feel the soft waves tickle them by the sole, but then you hear the rumbling of an engine not too far away. Car doors closing, Hoseok greeting someone, and as soon as you turn around your heart drops to your stomach, because the first thing you see is a deep honey colored tuft of hair getting out from the passenger seat. And you feel your face boiling. Hoseok is certainly lucky he can’t see your face right now, because your stare could actually kill him.
And Yoongi can tell. That’s why he’s hesitant to move at all until Seokjin screams his name as he walks hand in hand with Hoseok to the shore. Yoongi follows him suit. You’re looking at him furiously and when his gaze finds yours his blood is frozen. He stops his walk abruptly, almost making Jeongguk bump into his back.
“Hoseok, what the fuck?” It’s been years since he’s heard that cold voice, the one that leaves your lungs when air can’t reach them and you’re not too far from furious. Yes, and he can also see the disappointment on your eyes. Piercing, harsh eyes that at the same time try their hardest to not let the first tear drop. Just like then.
“Hello, Y/N!” Jin chirps trying to lighten the mood, but it’s not working at all. You cross your arms and look at Hoseok disdainfully, waiting for an explanation but not willing to be patient at all at the same time.
Yoongi and Jeongguk arrive at the scene, and so do Jimin and Taehyung, and the latest is approaching your side carefully. You see his hand coming to your shoulder from the corner of your eye, but he lowers it just as fast.
“Listen, Y/N…” Hoseok starts, but you’re not about to let him explain.
“No. You listen.” You are incredibly calm, collected, your voice is not any higher than how it normally is. “You’ve stepped my boundaries once again. And Yoongi’s too, I’m pretty sure.”
Yoongi literally shivers at his name coming out of your lips. He perceives something on the tone you use when you say it, it’s as if you know this was actually his idea.
“I'm sorry but...” says Hoseok, voice trembling, lips pouting and eyes watering and all that’s soft and fluffy would’ve been stirring inside of you at that sight, but not now. Now you’re seeing red.
“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” you say, and you’re walking away from them.
“How did it go?”
Yoongi startles at Hoseok’s high voice. He gets up and shakes the sand that sticks to the palm of his hands, then bends down again to take his forgotten bear.
Taehyung reaches the group in a matter of seconds, shaking his head as an answer.
“Nothing. She didn’t wanna talk to me, told me to leave as soon as she saw me. I didn’t even get close to her,” the boy answers. Yoongi is genuinely glad to see that you’re not as close to him as it seems.
“Yeah, I figured,” Hoseok sighs, it makes Yoongi feel guilty. “Should we just go home? I mean, the mood sucks ass.”
“Yeah, maybe we should.” Namjoon stands up from his beach chair, one that looks too weak to actually hold a human being his size, and Jeongguk starts whining and complaining about their premature way back home.
Jin approaches Yoongi slowly and silently, not wanting to draw attention to himself, and whispers, “Why don’t you try talking to her? Might help.”
Yoongi turns to him way too surprised.
“Are you crazy? Did you just see her fucking glare? I thought she’d turn me to stone.”
“I know! That’s why! I mean, clearly you’re the problem.”
Yoongi groans and his hand runs through his golden locks.
“Damn, thanks Seokjin.”
“No problem, bro.” Seokjin gives him a thumbs up and a wink, as if that really would help him getting his shit together. “I’m serious though, you should try. In fact, I’m pretty sure you want to try.”
He wants to, he really does. He is dying to talk to you about what happened, about what he did and why he did it, and maybe you’d be understanding, forgiving, and everything could slowly fall into place again. And then he won’t miss you as much as he does now.
But he thinks this is not the moment for that conversation, so he will just say what concerns today and leave the yesterdays for another time.
“Yeah.” His nerves are starting to eat him up from the inside out, and his voice sounds weak and trembling. He hopes he doesn’t sound like that when he gathers the courage to talk to you. He sighs, puts his sandals on and lets the show commence.
“Where’s she?” he says, now using his usual voice tone. The rest look at him as if he has grown a second head. He just waits patiently, but they’re taking too long to answer. “Well?”
“She’s up there,” Taehyung answers, pointing at the other side of the dune, “where we parked. Why?”
Everyone is watching him closely, expectantly. He just shrugs and mumbles, “Gonna talk to her.”
He crushes the beer can and scores a basket when he tosses it into the garbage can. No one says anything, they just watch him as he picks his mobile phone and keys from his backpack. Jin is the first one to talk when he says “Don’t fuck it up, champ.”
Yoongi laughs half-heartedly. “Such trust, I appreciate it.”
Jin taps his shoulder when he passes right beside him. “Just stating facts, bitch. Good luck.”
He thinks for a moment you’ve fallen asleep in the hood of Hoseok’s car. Your breathing is slow and deep, and your eyes are closed, long eyelashes caressing the skin of your cheek. But then you sigh and your hands cover your face, signaling that you’re tired as hell.
“Just go away. I’ll go back in a bit.”
You obviously don’t know that it’s him the one that has come to see you, so he lets you know with his voice, “I just wanna talk.”
You incorporate so fast that he thinks you’re gonna fall from the hood of the car and break your neck or something. “You… You are literally the last person I want to talk to?” you say, but you don’t sound angry, just confused, as if you’re wondering how precisely him had the audacity to come talk to you.
He sighs. “I know, Y/N. I really do, and I don’t want you to feel forced, but I think we have some things to talk about.” He is approaching you and he is nervous, so fucking nervous, his hand goes directly to his hair to ruffle it and you’ve known him long enough to know why. “It’s been years.”
Your eyes are about to pop out your sockets from the surprise and you stuttle, literally choking on your own words because you can’t believe this is actually happening.
“W-what the fuck? It’s been years? And you think that time will solve everything?”
“I didn’t say that.” He’s now right beside you, and you shuffle a little, letting him know that he can sit beside you, so he does. “I still owe you an explanation.”
“Not now. I don’t want to hear anything right now.” You don’t seem to be sad, but the melancholy in your voice is unmistakable. He’s about to refute you, but you interrupt him, “It’s not the time, Yoongi, nor the place.”
He sighs. “It’s not like I was about to explain anything right now, but you’re right and I agree. We need more time and more trust.”
You frown and the wrinkles in your forehead and the confusion makes you look soft, innocent, almost as much as three years ago. His heart aches. After a beat, you ask, “What do you mean by trust?”
He’s ruffling his hair again, and he sees your arm twitch, trying to suppress the need to stop his hand, as you used to do. Muscle memory never fades after all.
“I just… I think…” He’s not making any sense and you rise your brow to encourage his talking, but it’s hard talking to you. “I think we should try be… friends?”
“Excuse me?” Oh, you’re angry now.
“Like,” he says too quickly, desperate to make you listen to his words, “maybe not friends but… acquaintances? Mh, try to be on good terms, maybe? I just need you to listen to what I have to say without hatred or pain or predjuice. I need to win your trust back to explain myself properly.”
His palms are sweating and he wipes them on his shorts. Your gaze falls to the movement and he sees your eyes soften. Your tongue clicks in annoyance, but the shift in the mood tells him you’re not angry anymore, and you look at the sky. More specifically, you look at the full moon, her light contrasting the dark blue hues of the night sky and the thousand stars dotting the sky around her, keeping her company.
“She’s always watching,” you mumble, and your voice is weak. He waits for you to explain yourself. “That night too. The full moon saw us.” You turn to face him and there’s something in your eyes that he can’t quite understand, but it’s hurting him. You rub your hands together and hop off the hood of Hoseok’s car. You then extend your hand for him to shake, “Okay. Let’s try to be cordial to each other.”
“At least cordial,” he corrects you, taking your hand in his and he shivers because your fingers are cold and clammy, and because it’s your hand and he’s holding it again. “I… If everything goes well and you feel comfortable, I wouldn't mind us being friends? Maybe?”
He’s trying to be as respectful and patient as he can be, and he knows you appreciate it by the way you smile softly, though the smile never reaches your eyes.
“Yeah, we can do that.”
And the moon witnesses one more time how a promise is made between you two, and Yoongi hopes he has the guts to keep it this one time. He has the will to, after all.
✦ your best friend would literally do anything for you to get along with his boyfriend’s friend group, even if it means locking you in a wardrobe with Min Yoongi.
