#drink thief

[laguzmage]

Itsuki that’s not your drink

[gon-mintan]

Drawing of two outta three best friends. Snow and Ron I will steal all your drinks and there is nothing you can do! Submit to your faith wahahaha!!!

[agentaw]

Drow habits

My Half drow has developed this fun little habit where she steals the drink from whoever she’s talking to. Like literally takes the cup from their hand and downs it, all while maintaining eye contact..

Originally it was a power move but the more i think about it the more it makes sense (i.e. What better why to avoid being poisoned then to never drink from your own cup!)

Also she’d hate to think of it that way but as her creator, i think it is also pretty cute. She my little Drink Thief :3

[darkerpheonix]

Drink Thief: Part I

Summary: When you steal Billy Russo's drink one night at a bar, that should've been the end of it. But you can't get him out of your head, and that's when you know you're screwed.

Warnings: swearing, but that's it for now

Word Count: a sweet little 1.6k

Part II

This all started when your best friend Chloe decided she no longer wanted to work at her dead-end job and quit, which lead to a night of drinking at the shitty bar down the street from your apartment. The same shitty bar where you first laid eyes on Billy Russo.

When you pushed through the doors of the bar, you knew immediately that you weren’t going to be drinking any more than a few sips of whatever was cheapest on the menu. Your best friend was already pretty drunk due to the pre-gaming she'd done at your apartment and you didn't like the hungry looks she was getting as soon as you stepped through the doors of the bar. Besides, this night wasn't for you, it was for her, and she definitely wasn't going to last more than another forty-five minutes before she passed out and you half dragged, half carried her butt home.

Might as well get as close to the source as possible, you thought as you pushed your way through a group of leering men to the bar. You hadn't truly wanted to go out tonight, but as soon as Chloe burst through the door of your apartment and started shouting about how she needed a whole bottle of wine, then proceeded to drink the entire bottle of wine while telling you everything that had happened at her job that day, you couldn't say no. So, you'd quickly thrown on a v-neck, the jeans that made your butt look great and your favorite pair of boots before leaving. You were regretting the entire outfit now, since you could feel the stares of every male’s eyes in the room on you and Chloe. But on second thought, you both could've gone out wearing potato sacks and it wouldn't have made any difference.

Once you found two empty seats at the bar, you waved the bartender down. "We'll have a whiskey and whatever beer is cheapest!" you yelled to him over the music.

"That's a dangerous request in here," the man sitting next to you said.

"Well, you try drinking on a budget when your friend is about to spend the entire month's rent on whatever alcohol she can get her hands on," you grumbled before swiveling your stool to find one of the most beautiful men you'd ever seen smirking at you. Usually, a smirk like that would probably get a person slapped, but on this stranger it made your toes curl in your boots.

He nodded his head in Chloe's direction, "Somehow, I don't think your friend is going to have trouble getting drinks tonight." You turned back around to find Chloe's devious grin and another three shots of whiskey lined up in front of her. You looked to the bartender who shrugged and motioned down the bar to the various guys that were all staring at your friend, waiting for her to throw back their drinks and shoot them one of her dazzling smiles.

You sighed as the bartender made another one for your friend, "If they want to pay the bill for her binge tonight, they can be my guests."

The guy next to you gave a soft chuckle, "So what do you actually want to drink tonight?"

When you turned back to him you had a devious grin of your own on your face, "Oh, I don't know," you said as you reached across him to snatch his drink and take a sip of it, keeping your eyes locked on his as the alcohol burned down your throat. As you put his drink back down, you had to drag your eyes away from his and felt his gaze glide over your body before snapping back up to your face. "This is pretty good," you finally said. The smirk was back as he reached for his drink and downed the rest of it before calling to the bartender for two more. "You better be paying for those-" you paused, gesturing for him to fill in the blank that was his name.

"Billy. Billy Russo."

"Well, you better be paying for those Billy Russo, because I can tell you right now that I sure as hell won't be."

He full on laughed at that, "Don't worry, I can pay for these, but only if you tell me your name first."

You smiled at him, "I'm Y/N and it's very nice to meet you Billy."

"Likewise," he said before you clinked your glass to his and took a swig. You glanced back at your friend to make sure she was still alive behind you and found her throwing back what looked to be her fifth shot of the night. 

Deciding that she would probably be okay for another twenty minutes before you had to go, you turned back to Billy. "So what brings you here tonight to this fine establishment?" you asked him.

The smirk on his face slipped a bit before he answered, "Oh, y'know, the usual stuff."

"Like…?"

"I'm getting shipped back out in a few days."

You nearly choked on your drink at his words, "Like, to war?" You mentally kicked yourself for the stupid question. What else would shipping out mean?

He grinned tightly at you, "Yeah, as you can see, I'm extremely excited about it" he said before knocking back the rest of his drink and waving to the bartender for another.

"Well, if you're so 'excited' about it," you said sardonically, "then why don't you get out?"

Billy cocked his head to the side and opened his mouth to reply, but you didn't catch what he said because Chloe had decided that it was the perfect moment to suddenly grab your shoulder and spin you around. You registered her face just in time to see her clamp a hand over her mouth and start moving quickly towards the bathroom before springing up after her. Billy was hot as hell, but it was best friend rule numero uno to always hold your girl's hair back as she puked her guts up in the bathroom. Once she was done hurling and you'd helped get her to the sink to wash her mouth out, you slung her arm across your shoulder and prepared to "walk" her home. First though, you needed to go to the bar and pay for the first two drinks you'd ordered before the two of you could leave. Of course, it was just your luck that Billy was nowhere to be found. However, once you got to the counter, the bartender waved you off, "The guy you were talking to paid for all of it. He also asked me to give you this." The bartender pushed a napkin towards you with a phone number on it with the words, feel free to call me when you want to steal my drink again, written under it.

You smiled and shoved the napkin into your pocket before dragging your friend out of the bar and down the street towards home.

Billy's POV

Billy watched you push your way through the crowd after your friend and knew that the night was over. He had been sitting in the bar for over an hour and was just about to leave when you had shoved your way up to the bar to the seat next to him. And now that you were disappearing into the bathroom after your friend, there was no way you were staying, so neither was he. Billy pushed himself up from his seat and threw down some bills, knowing that the cheap shit you had tried to drink before would be covered. 

As he was turning away from the bar he had a thought and motioned the bartender back over, "Do you have a pen?" The bartender raised his brows at him as he fished around in his pockets and Billy didn't need the ability to read minds to know what he was thinking, because Billy was having the exact same thought. Really, leaving the phone number on the napkin? That's a little too cheesy. Billy glared back at him when he handed the pen over and scratched his number down, "Will you just make sure this gets to her if she comes back?" The bartender snorted as he read the note Billy had written, but nodded anyway. Billy turned away before the full wave of embarrassment hit him and began maneuvering his way through the crowd towards the door.

Finally outside, Billy rolled his eyes at himself. "What the hell are you doing bro?" he said to himself as he stalked down the street. He was definitely not going to drive himself back to his place since he had to be the most drunk he'd ever been to do something that lame. Billy Russo didn't give his number out to random women he spoke barely ten words too, he got theirs. And she definitely wasn't going to call him after that. Why would she? He wouldn't even call himself if he received that note.

He was almost to the end of the block before he heard laughter and turned to look behind him to see you stumbling out of the bar with your friend's arm draped around your shoulder. "If you puke on me, I'm going to murder you" you said to your friend. 

Your friend pulled you up short, "Can you just give me a piggy back ride? If I walk another step, I can promise that I will puke."

You gave a long suffering sigh, "Fine, just get on before I change my mind." Your friend kissed you on the cheek before clambering up onto your back. Billy watched as you started off down the street in the opposite direction and smiled. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, least of all himself, but he really hoped you called him.

--

Author’s note: Hi everyone, this is my first fanfic ever so the response it’s getting is absolutely blowing my mind since I thought there’d only be like, five of you who liked it. Expect a Part II soon since I can’t resist the dumpster fire that is Billy Russo.

[darkerpheonix]

Drink Thief: Part II

Summary: A night out with Billy Russo doesn’t go as planned, but at least there are puppies.

Warnings: some more swearing, a creep that won’t leave you alone, some violence

Word count: 3.7k

Part I , Part III

You woke up the next morning to the sound of snoring and rolled over to find Chloe asleep next to you. You leaned over and clapped a hand over her mouth, both effectively stopping the snoring and waking her up. She pushed your hand away and muttered, "Just five more minutes."

"This is literally my bed," you grumbled while trying to shove her out with your feet. Chloe kicked back at you and snuggled deeper into your sheets. You huffed and threw the sheets off, stumbling to your feet, "You are insufferable when you're hungover y'know." She mumbled something unintelligible and threw a pillow at you.

You threw the pillow back at her, aiming for where you thought her head was. "It's not very honorable to hit someone when their back is turned," you said, shutting the door on the sound of her shriek. Smiling to yourself, you started the coffee maker and poured yourself some cereal, making sure to throw some bread into the toaster for Chloe. Dragged out of your room by the smell of coffee, Chloe wobbled up to the counter and slumped onto it, staring at the coffee as it slowly dribbled out into the pot. "You should probably drink some water before coffee Lo," you said to her back.

"Coffee is the only thing that makes me want to live right now Y/N, don't take that away from me," she growled without taking her eyes off the coffee maker. You rolled your eyes and continued eating your cereal.

The machine beeped finally, and Chloe nearly drank straight from the pot before you snapped, "Chloe, no! Use a mug like a normal human being at least."

She glared back at you, but grabbed a mug nonetheless, "You wouldn't feel like a human being if you had the headache I do right now."

"Well, I didn't tell you to drink that much last night."

"No, but it's a requirement after you get fired from a shitty job." she grumbled as she sat down on the stool next to you.

You dropped your spoon, "What? I thought you said you quit?!"

She waved your shock away, "What's the difference between quitting and getting fired anyway?" You opened your mouth to list all the differences, followed by a good amount of yelling when Chloe held up her hands in a sign of surrender, "Please don't, I'm sorry for lying yesterday. Can we just talk about something else?"

You crossed your arms, "Only if you start looking for another job today."

She smiled brightly at you, "Done." Feeling reassured, you picked up your spoon again and got back to your slightly soggy cereal. "So," she started slyly after a few minutes, "are you gonna call that guy from last night?"

You looked back over at her suspiciously, "I don't know yet, why?"

"Because he definitely wanted to have sex with you."

Choking on cereal, you spluttered, "How could you even know that? I remember you being pretty preoccupied last night."

Chloe shrugged, "I was drunk, not blind." You continued to stare at her, baffled, and she held up her hands again, "Look, I'm just saying okay? You haven't had any action since your ex and I'm just looking out for your needs like any good friend would."

"My needs? Trust me, I can take care of my own needs," you sniped.

"I bet you won't even call him."

"Yes, I will!"

"Well, then go get that ridiculous note he left you." she said, gesturing to your bedroom.

"Oh, you mean, like, call him… right now?" you said in surprise.

"Yes!"

"Chloe, come on. It's like, nine in the morning. I don't want him to think I'm crazy."

"Chicken," she said, continuing to sip her coffee.

"Oh my god, fine! I'll call him." You snapped at her and then stomped to your room to grab the napkin from your pants. After digging through the mix of yours and Chloe's clothes from last night, you finally found them and pulled the note out of the back pocket. You skipped back to the counter triumphantly, grabbing your phone from its charger. When you sat down again, she stared at you expectantly as you typed in his number. "He probably won't even pick up," you said, trying to stall.

"Holy shit, just give it here!" she exclaimed and snatched the phone from your hand, pressing the call button before you could stop her.

Before you could yell at her, a scratchy voice on the other end of the line said, "Hello?"

"Oooh, he's got a nice morning voice," Chloe whispered. 

You mouthed shut up at her and replied, "Oh, um, hi Billy. It's Y/N, from last night." You mimed at Chloe that you were going to kill her, and she just smiled, giving you a thumbs up.

"Hey," he replied, "what's up?"

You heard rustling on his end of the line and cringed, "Shit, I hope I didn't wake you."

He chuckled roughly, "It's okay, but I'm gonna need a pretty good reason for the wake up. Sleeping in is a luxury that I don't get to enjoy too often."

"Oh yeah, my reason, okay," you said, waving at Chloe for an idea. She mouthed at you ask him out! "No!" you hissed back at her.

"Sorry, are you talking to someone else?" he asked.

"What? Oh, it's just my friend from last night," you said.

He laughed, "Well, tell her I hope she feels better."

Chloe leaned closer to you and said loudly into your phone, "You have a sexy morning voice!"

Billy laughed while you swatted her away and took a few steps away from her. "Sorry about that, she must've just totally lost her damn mind," you said, glaring at her. She just gave you another toothy smile.

"It's fine," he said, still laughing. "So did you call me just to hear my 'sexy morning voice' or…?"

"Yes! Wait, I mean no," you sighed as he chuckled again. "Okay, would you want to go out again tonight?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," you could hear the smile in his voice, "How about I pick you up and take you somewhere nicer tonight?"

"It's a date! Wait, unless you don't want to call it that-" you stopped yourself before the hole you'd just started to dig got any deeper, "You know what, I'll just text you my address and the time, okay?"

You face palmed as he laughed again, "Sounds great."

"Awesome, okay, bye," you hung up before you heard his reply, which was undoubtedly more laughter.

"That could've been worse," Chloe said. You gave her the middle finger and typed up the text to Billy.

--

You looked at yourself in the mirror some hours later, smoothing your hands down the silkiness of the red dress you had chosen to wear for tonight. Last night had been more about throwing on whatever was clean off your floor than actually looking nice, and tonight you actively wanted heads to roll when you walked into a room.

You'd set Chloe the job of cleaning at least the living room tonight, so Billy wouldn't think you guys were total slobs if he came back to yours after your night out. So, what you were expecting when you left your room was not Chloe napping in a pile of paper towels, the living room still a mess and Friends playing in the background. "Chloe, what have you been doing all day?!" you asked helplessly.

She sat up and said, without a hint of indecency, "Cleaning."

"You call this clean?" you asked her, holding up an empty pizza box in one hand and one of her bras in the other.

"Yes."

You groaned, "Never mind, just help me, Billy is going to be here any minute." She fought her way out of her paper towel nest while you grabbed the vacuum. You realized she wasn't doing anything and looked up to find her staring at you. You straightened and looked down at yourself, "What is it? Do you see a stain or something?"

"No, I was just marveling at how hot my best friend looks in that dress!" she exclaimed.

You smiled at her and did a little twirl, "You like it?"

"Hell yes! I'm definitely stealing that."

"Wait, what-," a buzzing sound went off from the intercom by the door, interrupting your protests. "Hello?"

"It's me," Billy's voice replied, sounding autotuned.

"Great, see you in a few," you said, buzzing him in. When you let go of the button, Chloe whooped and started throwing trash into the can as fast as she could. You grabbed all the clothes you two had left lying around and flung them into her room, slamming the door behind you. Chloe picked up the pizza box, and finding no more room in the bin, she frisbee-threw it behind the couch just as there was a knock on the door.

Before you could make a move towards the door, Chloe was already pulling it open. "Hello," she said sweetly, "my name is Chloe, if you hurt Y/N in any way, I will hunt you down and rip your face off."

"Duly noted," you heard Billy say before you pulled Chloe back from the doorway. He looked you up and down and gave a low whistle, "You know, I'm not sure where I'm taking you is going to be ready for this dress."

You blushed, "Well, I can change if I need to."

"Don't you dare," he said, giving you a self-indulgent grin, "they can just deal with it."

You smiled back as you took your time looking him up and down. The first thought you had was about how stupid tall he was. Your next thought was how you very badly wanted to mess up his perfect hair. Billy leaned against your door frame, letting you drink him in to your heart's content when Chloe cleared her throat behind you, "If you guys are done eye-fucking each other…?"

You turned around to shoot her a glare, "Only if you're done threatening him."

"Well, actually-"

"Okay, bye Chloe!" You said pointedly, shutting the door before she could finish that sentence. "Shall we go?" you asked Billy.

He gave you a little bow, "Lead the way."

You stepped in front of him, throwing a look back over your shoulder, "You just want to look at my ass, don't you?"

Billy chuckled, but answered honestly, "You got me."

"Good. If you'd said no, I would've thought you were crazy because my ass looks fantastic in this dress and it would be a shame for you to miss it."

Billy laughed as you hit the button for the elevator. He slid his arm around your waist and said into your ear, "Well, I can confirm that is a definite fact." You laughed and stepped through the doors, not regretting calling Billy for one second as his hand rested warmly on your back, making you shiver.

The ride over in Billy's car was spent with one of his hands resting on your knee the entire way there, distracting you from what he was saying every time his grip changed or one of his fingers swiped across your skin. Unbidden, you heard Chloe's voice in your head Big hands, you know what that means. You shook yourself to refocus on the conversation and he looked up at you with raised brows, "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Just that we've arrived." You looked around, realizing that he'd parked without you noticing because of how wrapped up in his touch you were. When you looked back at Billy, a devilish smile was on his face and you knew that every movement of his hand had been intentional.

He swung open his door and stepped out, coming around to open your door and help you out. "Thanks," you said as he closed the door behind you.

"No problem," he replied, bringing his hand back to rest on the small of your back. He pulled open the door for you and led you inside the bar. What he'd said before about your dress being too much for this place came back to you as you looked around. Yes, the place was a definite step up from last night, but expensive looking red silk dresses were obviously not a constant commodity around here. You noticed the other women in the bar were gazing hungrily at Billy as he directed you towards the counter, but he had eyes only for you. One of the advantages of a red dress, you thought.

Once you'd sat down and Billy ordered your drinks, you leaned close to him and asked, "So not to be a killjoy, but when are you leaving?"

"In a few days," he said as the bartender set your drinks down, "Why do you ask?"

"Because if tonight goes well…" you trailed off.

Billy's eyes drifted down to your mouth and he licked his lips before trailing back up to meet your eyes, "Then I hope tonight goes well." You smiled and clinked your glass to his and took a sip.

As the conversation flowed between you two, Billy's hand eventually found its place on your knee again and every once in a while, he would swipe one of his fingers along the inside of your thigh, making you repress the need to squeeze your legs together. After he'd finished telling you yet another ridiculous story involving a man named Frank, you had to say, "Wow, you guys are in like, a total bromance, aren't you?"

Billy laughed, "A bromance? What the hell is that?"

You thought for a second, trying to think of the best way to define it. "Well, it sounds like you guys would do practically anything for each other and he's your best friend, right?"

"Frank's more like my brother if I'm being honest. He's basically the only real family I have."

Billy's eyes had taken on a distant look, and you let him live in his memories for a moment before saying softly, "From what you've told me he sounds like a really amazing human being. I'd love to meet him some day."

Billy came back to you, and smiled at your words, "I think he'd like to meet you too. You know, if tonight goes well." You clinked your glass to his and there was a beat of silence before he threw up his hands, "Jesus, why am I talking all about Frank right now? Tell me something about yourself."

You laughed, "Okay, well I work a bunch of small jobs right now so I can pay off my student loans before I’m 65, but I'm the most passionate about working at this animal shelter in Brooklyn."

He leaned in closer to you, "Oh, really? What do you do there?"

"I'm a vet, so my job really varies depending on the state of the animals that are dropped off," you continued, telling Billy about your love for helping the sick and injured animals that came onto your operating table. "You wouldn't believe the treatment of some of these animals! There was this one cat-" you paused suddenly, realizing you had been going off for nearly five straight minutes and Billy hadn't said a word, just watched you with a small smile, "Sorry, sometimes I just get wrapped up in my work."

"Don’t apologize," he said, "Besides, when you talk about it I can see how passionate you are. Don't let anyone stand in the way of that." Billy stood up, trailing the fingertips of his hand up your leg, causing goosebumps to form in their wake, "I gotta go to the bathroom. Why don't you order us some more drinks?" You nodded as he grabbed your hand, ghosting his lips over your knuckles, "I'll be right back."

"You better!" you called to his retreating back. He threw a smile over his shoulder and vanished into the crowd. You waved the bartender down, flashing her two fingers. She nodded and started mixing the drinks. As you waited you felt someone sit down next to you in Billy's chair who was certainly not Billy. You whipped your head around to find a man who was nearly as towering as Billy leering down at you, "Sorry, this seat is already taken."

"Doesn't look like it to me," he said, placing a hand on your leg.

You grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand away, "Well, it is, so could you please leave me alone? My boyfriend is coming back any second."

He exaggerated looking left and right around you, "I don't see anyone darling, looks like you're alone." You tried to wave the bartender down again but he grabbed your hand and pinned it down onto the counter, putting his hand back on your thigh.

Starting to panic, you tried wrenching your arm away from his grip, but he just tightened it. "You're hurting me, let me go you dick," you said through clenched teeth, “I’ll scream.”

"Come on now, that's no way to talk to someone trying to make-" not caring to hear another word of what he was going to say, you scrabbled down the bar with your free hand and grabbed a random drink. Before he could stop you, you threw the drink squarely in his face. He staggered to his feet, wiping the alcohol out of his eyes, "You stupid bitch! What the hell was that for?"

Then Billy was there, stepping out of the crowd next to you and, without any warning, grabbed the guy’s head, slamming it down into the edge of the bar. The stranger immediately crumpled to the ground and all you could do was stare at Billy in shock as he leaned down over him and grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up, "The next time you talk to my girl like that asshole, I'll break your legs. Understand?" the man nodded dazedly, "Good." Billy stood, pulling you into his side and looked over the counter at the bartender, "He's paying." Billy nudged the man with the toe of his boot, "That okay with you buddy?" The man nodded again, clearly on the verge of passing out. Without another glance down, Billy stepped over the prone body, urging you along beside him, the room dead silent.

Once you were outside, Billy's demeanor changed. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear to god, I'll go back in there and kill him," he said, while checking every inch of you.

"Billy, I'm fine, seriously" you said, not really looking forward to seeing any more violence tonight.

Billy cupped your face with his hands, making you look into his eyes, "Y/N, you're shaking."

"What? I'm cold," you said defensively, moving out of his reach. Billy clearly didn't believe you, but didn't argue which made you even more defensive, "Look, can we just leave please?"

Billy nodded and stepped over to his car, "Wherever you want to go, I'll take you."

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere within New York City," he amended with a small smile.

"Damn, I was really hoping for a trip to Paris," you said sarcastically.

He laughed as he got in the car and started the engine, "Maybe next time." You typed an address into his navigation system and he started to drive. The rest of the ride there was in silence, your heart was still racing so fast that you probably couldn't have spoken more than a few words anyway. When you arrived, Billy had barely put the car in park when you'd leapt out and started rummaging in your purse for your keys. By the time you found them, Billy had come up next to you and was gazing up at the sign over the entrance that read Sean Casey Animal Rescue. You pushed the key into the lock and swung the door wide, not even bothering to turn on the front lights as you made your way back towards where the animals were kept. Billy followed you, not saying a word, giving you your space.

You flipped on the lights in your favorite room and was greeted by the sound of light puppy snoring. Taking off your heels so you wouldn’t wake the animals, you walked over to the nearest cage, slid the lock and gently lifted one of the two puppies out, handing her to Billy. Keeping the other for yourself, you sat down, tucking your legs under you and settled the puppy in your arms. Billy sat across from you and started stroking his puppy’s ears. After a moment, you said quietly to him, "I don't like feeling like I need saving.”

"From what I could see, you didn't need saving anyway," he replied lowly, trying not to wake the puppies. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "Seriously," he chuckled softly, "that drink in the face move was perfectly executed. What were you going to follow it up with?"

You felt the heat crawl up your neck as you mumbled, "I was going to break his nose if I had the chance."

"Oh my god, you're perfect," he said with a laugh. You shushed him and his laughter immediately subsided when you pointed at the puppy in his arm, but he'd gotten you to finally smile and you were grateful. "Okay, so tomorrow-"

"Oh, so now there's a tomorrow for us?" you asked.

It was his turn to shush you now, "Just listen to me for one second." When you just arched a brow at him and didn't make any further moves to interrupt, he continued, "Tomorrow, you come over to my place and I'll cook you dinner, so there's no puking friends and no creepy assholes to interrupt us."

You pretended to think for a moment, "Hmm, I don't know Billy you seem to be causing a lot of trouble in my life so far, and I've only known you for a little over twenty-four hours now. Is it really worth it?"

His smirk was back from the night before, "Oh trust me, I can make it worth your while Y/N."

You stood up, placing the pup back in its cage, "Then why wait until tomorrow?" You turned, taking Billy's puppy into your arms and putting her in the cage next to her brother, latching it closed after you were sure they were both comfortable.

"What do you mean?" he asked once you were done.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, "I never said the night was over."

He grinned, catching on, "Well then let's get out of here."

--

Author’s note: I just finished season two of the punisher and, let me tell you, I’ve got some feelings about it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this kinda soft kinda not story about Billy. Also the Sean Casey Animal Rescue is a real place in Brooklyn that help animals in need and they’re accepting donations, so if you want to give money to help them out you can find their website here.

[darkerpheonix]

Drink Thief: Part III

Summary: Billy makes dinner and has you for desert

Warnings: Billy’s a brat and so are you, cursing, oral (female receiving), smut that I’m definitely going straight to hell for, but I’ll see all of you there

Word Count: 3.5k

Part I , Part II

It didn’t take Billy that long to drive from the clinic to his apartment and the entire time he couldn’t stop touching you. His hand had found its home on your thigh once again, his thumb sweeping back and forth over your skin. He only broke contact with you long enough to open your door for you once he'd parked. Stepping out of his car, you looked up at his building and felt his arm curve around your waist, his hand coming to rest low on the space between your ribs and hip. The heat of him made you shiver, and you let him pull you closer into his side as he walked through the doors. "I'm up on the top," he said idly, leading you through the elevator doors and pressing the number 5. Once the doors had slid shut, he shifted you towards him and you felt his hand slide from your side to your lower back as he gazed down out you. This close to him, you had to tilt your head up to be able to look him in the eye.

Billy slid his free hand around the curve of you neck, cupping it gently around your throat. His eyes traveled from yours down to your mouth, where his thumb dragged across your lower lip. He leaned down slowly, and your eyes slid shut, before the elevator chimed, signaling you had reached his floor. He chuckled lowly, "Looks like we're here." You opened your eyes to see the feline grin creeping across his face, making you scoff, as he stepped back from you and took your hand, leading you along behind him. He slid his key out from his pocket and into the lock on his door, leading you into his apartment.

As you stepped over the threshold into his space, you got the feeling that Billy didn't really call this place home. The area was sparse to say the least. The only sign that someone lived here was the small collection of framed photos on the walls and his coffee table. You stepped up to the photos on the wall closest to you and felt a smile grace you lips. Every photo was of Billy, smiling broadly with a shorter man with a slightly crooked nose or caught laughing wildly with a group of men that you could only assume were in his unit overseas. "That's Frank," Billy said from behind you, nodding his head to the pictures of himself with the shorter man.

"What happened to his nose?" you asked with a laugh.

Billy snorted, "He has a different story every time he talks about it. Most likely, he opened his mouth, and someone broke his nose for it." You looked back at him with raised brows and he chuckled, "Don't worry about him, I can promise you that the other guy came off much worse." With a grin, he turned back to the kitchen, where'd he'd been rifling through the contents of his pantry a few seconds earlier. You walked over to the coffee table to look at those pictures and noticed the distinction between the two easily. The same man, Frank, was in the pictures, but his smile was softer and as was Billy's due to the kids and the woman that had to be Frank's wife the way she was looking at him. These had to be the people that Billy considered his family, since you couldn't see evidence anywhere else of people that he cared for. Billy shook you out of your thoughts by asking, "You good with spaghetti? It's all I have right now."

Oh, right you thought he wanted to cook me dinner. "Yeah, spaghetti sounds great!" You walked over to the counter where you sat down on one of his tall stools. You kicked your heels off and asked, "I don't want to pry, but the woman and the kids…?"

Billy pulled a pot out and started filling it with water, "You mean Maria? That's Frank's wife. Really, she's the love of his life. When we first met in basic, he wouldn't shut up about her and when I finally got to meet her, I understood why," he turned away to put the pot on the stove to heat it then continued, "I'll never forget what she said to me that night. While Frank was burning something in the kitchen, " you snorted at that, "She said, 'Billy, I know we just met, but you need to promise me that you'll take care of him over there' and I said of course, because y'know, he's my brother in arms and all that and she said, 'No, you need to listen to me. If he gets hurt, I will find you and I’ll make sure you feel the same pain he does, but twice as bad' and when a small Italian woman says that to you, you know she's not fucking around."

You couldn't help laughing, picturing Billy trying to placate the woman in the pictures, "She sounds like a formidable woman, if she can keep both you and Frank in line."

"Oh, trust me, she is," he said as he tossed the dried pasta into the now boiling water, "I'd bet on her any day of the week, based on her death glare alone."

You laughed again, glancing back at the photos on the table, "What about the kids?"

"Well the boy is Frankie Jr. and then there's Frank's babygirl."

You smiled as he turned away from the pasta, "I pity the boy who eventually shows up to the house to take her out."

Billy whistled, "So do I. But damn if it wouldn't be fun to watch that meeting go down." He pulled open his pantry, bending down to grab a jar of sauce giving you the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. “You’re checking out my ass aren’t you,” he said, deadpan. 

“What? No,” you spluttered, “definitely not, why would you even think that?” He turned around again, arching a brow. “Okay, maybe I definitely was.”

“And?”

“Meh.”

“Meh?!” he exclaimed, the timer going off on the pasta. He continued to stare at you incredulously as it kept beeping.

“Your pasta is going to get weird if you leave it in too long.”

“No please explain why I have such a ‘meh’ ass.”

“I’ve seen better,” you said with a shrug.

“You have not seen better,” he grumbled, pulling out a colander and finally taking the pasta off.

“Oh my god, did I actually bruise your ego with that?” you asked with a laugh.

“No, it’s fine. Me and my ‘meh’ ass are fine.” He poured the sauce into a smaller pot, turning on the burner to heat it up.

“I’m sorry Billy, your ass is not ‘meh’,” you said, trying not to smile, "It is the best ass I have ever seen.”

“Now you’re just being sarcastic,” he said with a glare, pouring the pasta back into the pot.

“I am not, it’s a great ass,” he glanced over his shoulder at you, a shit-eating grin on his face and you threw a towel at him, “Shut up.”

“I’m just helping you see the light.” He scooped the pasta onto two plates, spooning the sauce over both piles. “Sorry it's not something fancier, I had to throw most of my food out, so I don't come back to mold."

You waved him off, "It's fine. Besides, I'm so hungry I would've eaten anything you put down in front of me." He chuckled and you both dug in, the conversation ebbing and flowing comfortably. He told you a little bit more about his unit, but when you asked what they did over there, he said he couldn’t tell you because it was “classified”. You rolled your eyes when he said that and he just flicked your nose playfully.

When you finally finished eating, you felt his gaze on you, and slid your eyes to his. "Can I help you with something Billy?" you asked coyly, taking a sip of your water.

"Yeah," he said as he placed his chin on his fist, "I'm still hungry and I'm trying to figure out if I should eat you on the counter or in my bed. Thoughts?"

You choked on your water and started coughing. "Either's good with me," you rasped.

He gave you a predatorial grin, "Dealer's choice then? Perfect." In one swift movement, Billy pulled you off the stool and his lips finally found yours. He pulled back, a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face, "Dress on or off?"

"I really couldn't give a shit right now," you puffed out. He gave you another feral grin and leaned in to kiss you again, sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips and you gladly opened for him. He settled you on the counter, making you hiss from the sudden contact with the cold surface. Billy pulled you into him and ground his hips against your center, making you throw your head back, giving him access to your throat which he gladly claimed. The slight scrape of his teeth and the bulge roughly pushing against you made you moan, and you swore you could feel him smiling against your skin. One of his hands moved from where it was roughly pulling you against him to travel up your side, pushing your dress up to bunch around your waist. He slid his hand between your bodies and lightly ghosted over your center, pressing slow circles into it, "I've barely even begun and you're already so ready for me, aren't you Y/N?" You gasped and nodded, wanting nothing more than for Billy to slide those long fingers into you. He nipped at your collar bone, making you yelp as he came up and breathed into your ear, "Use your words sweetheart."

"Yes Billy, please," you gasped, barely noticing the new nickname as he laved his tongue over the spot where he just bit you.

"Good girl," he said, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, "and you even said please." Before you could think of something, anything to say back to him, he sank a finger into your entrance. He groaned, "Fuck, you're so wet," and then started dragging in and out of you. Your gasps and moans were his only answer as he fucked you with his finger, adding a second one before long. He pulled them out of you and you whined at the loss, opening your eyes to see him putting the fingers into his mouth, licking them clean with a groan, and you thought you'd never seen anything so sexy in your life. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a moan, "God, you even taste good." Billy settled his hands on your hips, hooking his fingers in the band of your underwear, helping you to shimmy out of them.

When they were finally off, Billy tossed them over his shoulder to some unknown corner behind him and you scowled, "I better be able to find those later."

He grinned and pulled you to the edge of the counter, making you squeak as you were fully flush against him again, his bulge pressed up against you again. He grinded into you slowly and said, "Yes, well, worry about that later." You nodded quickly and he spread your thighs wider, pushing you slowly back to rest on your elbows. He placed your legs over his shoulders and leaned over you, kissing and nipping along where your hips met your thighs, skipping over where you needed him most.

Frustrated, you glared down the length of your body at him, "Billy, stop playing-" He cut you off by plunging his fingers into you once more, crooking them slightly. He raised his brows at you as you gasped tightly, "Never mind." He bit your thigh harder in response, making you hiss as he kneeled down and pressed his tongue against your clit. At the new sensation you reached down and gripped his hair, making him growl, causing vibrations to shiver through your center. He increased the speed of his fingers, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit, making you moan.

He pulled his mouth off of you to growl, "Come on sweetheart, talk to me, tell me what you want."

"I-I want," you gasped again, feeling his fingers still dragging inside of you, making it hard to focus, "more."

"More?" he said softly, "Like this?"  and then he pulled his fingers out and added a third before pushing them back into you. You gasped loudly and moaned, making him smirk and dive back into you.

He scraped his teeth lightly over your clit and you arched your back off the counter, tugging on his hair and gasping, "Fuck me."

He laid his arm across your hips, holding you down and stopping your squirming as he looked up at you, replacing his mouth on your clit with his thumb. "That’s for later," he said with a smirk. You glared at him again, and he responded with pressing his thumb down on your clit, making hard and fast circles and you were gone. He slowed his fingers down as he carried you through your orgasm, and then replaced his hand with his tongue, licking you until you were too sensitive, pushing him away. Billy got up from his kneeling position and stood between your spread legs, leaning over your body and placing his palms beside your hips on the counter. He bent down and pecked your lips, making you chase him up into a sitting position so you could properly kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Do I get to take care of you now?" you said lazily against his lips. He smiled wickedly and picked you up, sliding his arms under your knees and beneath your shoulders, starting to walk towards a door that was ajar on the other side of his living room. Billy kicked open the door and tossed you onto the bed.

"Strip," He commanded as you bounced once, shutting the door behind him with his foot.

You sat up, crossing your arms, "You first."

Billy chuckled and pulled his shirt off and your eyes caught on the various scars that marked his body. You were quickly distracted from them when he pulled his belt from his pants and pushed them, and his underwear, down in one motion. You stared at the length of him and was immediately glad that you at least had enough self-control to keep your mouth from dropping open and drooling all over his carpet. He smirked at the look on your face and kicked the pants off his ankles, "You like what you see Y/N?" he said, stalking towards you. 

You looked up at him towering over you and shrugged, “Maybe.” 

“Oh god not this again.” You grinned mischievously before reaching your hand out to touch him, but he grabbed your wrist before you got to close, gathering it up with the other one and turning you around, "I seem to remember that we just made a deal," he breathed into your ear, "Me first, then you." He trailed his hand up your back to the zipper of your dress and pulled it down slowly. In retaliation, you pushed your ass back against him, grinding, making him grunt. Billy banded his arm around your middle, holding you still, "If you don't stop, I won't bother taking this pretty dress off as I fuck you against the wall."

"I wouldn't mind that," you gasped back, grinding against him again. He growled and yanked the zipper the rest of the way down, practically ripping the dress off you, your bra flying off a second after. Billy pushed you forward then, making you crawl in front of him with your ass in the air onto his bed, making him groan. You looked over your shoulder at him and saw his hand wrapped around his cock. You smirked and said, "You like what you see Billy?" and swayed your hips from side to side.

"Fuck yes," he ground out, "and don't move." He made himself walk over to his bedside table and you watched him rifle through its contents before he found a condom. You felt the bed dip behind you and then two hands wrap around your thighs to jerk you back off your hands and onto your elbows. You pushed your ass back to press against him as you heard a ripping sound coming from behind you and then a hand came down to slap across one of your cheeks, making you gasp, "I said don't move." You whined and he slid a hand over the surely reddened area, shh-shing you. You heard him spit into his hand and then his fingers were back on you. "Look at how slick you are baby," He groaned softly as you whimpered and he slid his fingers up and down your slit and then plunged three into your entrance, scissoring them. You rocked your hips in rhythm with his fingers inside you, gasping as he slid his other hand up your spine and dragged it back down, scraping the skin with his nails and arching your back more. He pulled his fingers out and you gasped at the sudden emptiness, your hips involuntarily following them back, searching for relief. He grasped your hips then and pressed the head of his cock to your entrance. You whined again, trying to push back your hips, but his hands held you firm as he sunk his cock in inch by glorious thick inch. When he was fully seated inside you, you were both gasping for air, "You're so fucking tight. You're gripping me so fucking good sweetheart." You gave a high-pitched moan at his words, clenching your walls and trying to move, causing him to hiss. “Hold on baby, just give me a second,” he said, sliding one of his hands up and down your side. Finally, he pulled out and then slid back into you slowly, groaning. You felt every ridge of his cock as it moved against your walls, the stretch of him burning pleasurably. And then again, but faster, and harder, making your hands scrabble on his sheets, trying to find something to hold onto as each stroke became faster and harder until he was slamming into you, nearly knocking the breath out of you with each drag of his cock inside your body. Suddenly he pressed into you hard, stopping himself long enough to wrap his arm across your chest to hoist you up against him.

You cried out, keening at the new angle, making him growl in your ear as he circled your clit with his thumb to the pace of his thrusts, "You almost there baby?" You nodded and reached back, drawing his face to you so you could roughly kiss him, digging the nails of your other hand into the skin of the arm banded across your chest. You nipped his lower lip as he pulled away, and he pinched your nipple in response. Your muscles clenched around him as did your hand in his hair, which yanked his head back, making him grunt and start to palm your breast, twisting and rolling the bud at the tip. "There it is," Billy growled as you arched your back, pressing your chest forward into his hand.

The combined sensations of him thrusting and pulling and twisting everywhere pushed you closer to that precipice, "Billy," you moaned, "I think-" but before you could finish what you were going to say, he bit down on the soft skin between your shoulder and neck while grinding his hips into yours, and the sheer claiming of it sent you over the edge. Your second orgasm of the night tore through you like a hurricane and Billy followed right after you with a groan. He thrusted a few more times before he leaned forward, still holding you tightly to his chest and rolled you both to the side. He licked over the spot he’d bitten, soothing the skin and drawing a breathy moan from your lips, giving you another half-hearted thrust. Billy slid out of you, making you groan at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity that was already starting to creep in from the pounding you’d just taken. He lifted his head and looked down at you with a look of satisfaction as he grabbed your chin and gave you a savage, but sloppy kiss and laughed lowly, "Good luck walking tomorrow."

You scoffed, "Yeah, thanks for that sweetheart." He laughed and tugged you over to lay half across his body. He let his hands drift then, sliding up and down your sides, finger tips as light as feathers. After a few minutes of silence, you felt yourself falling asleep and mumbled, "I hope I see you again."

You felt his fingers still, but you'd already fallen off into sleep when he softly replied, "So do I."

Author’s Note: Ben Barnes, if you find this, I’m not sorry, call me.

[silent-phantasm]

I received a request which I could not pass up.  Aruani plus drink thief Eren. I may or may not color this later.