Billy Darley? Yes
Do you know what it’s like to mess around with a Darley? For your sake- I hope not. They’re absolute animals, what the people say is true. They’re ruthless killers, they have no hearts, they don’t care who they hurt in the process, they’re blood sucking parasites. Their gang is like a pack of sharks, ruthless as their leader and they all move together, never lingering far from each other. So, if you mess with one of them, you mess with all of them. You fuck around with their favorite bartender and you fuck with them as well.
“Dog don’t you fucking dare break another chair or SO HELP ME GOD I will come over there and grabs one of the broken legs and give you a colonoscopy with it!” Rolling her eyes (Y/N) lays down a beer in front of Old Gary, one of the locals she sees at least five times a week. Over by the back where the gang is, Dog lays the chair back down as the rest of the crew laughs at him over getting called out. “You keep those boys in line better than their own boss (Y/N) , you’re like their mother.” Krystal laughs next to her as she cleans a few of the glassware in the small hand washing sink they have behind the bar. (Y/N) shrugs a little and leans against the counter grabbing up a new dirty cup and hands it to her, “I’d gladly give him pointers on how to if he’d suck his ego up and listen for once but that’s too much to ask for from a Darley, Kryss.” As if the devil heard her himself, the door to the run down bar named Four Roses swings open and emerges a freshly shaved and clothed Billy Darley, he knew better to come into the bar covered in blood and guts from the last time. He still had a lingering migraine from both (Y/N) and Krystal screaming like banshee’s at him for getting blood everywhere. But as they say, with every shit memory in a place like this- there’s always a good one to follow it. Billy walks in with a smirk as he recalls one of his most favorite memories here, and that includes one of the bartenders who steals a glance at him when no one else is looking.
It was well past closing time, probably around four in the morning and here she is, still cleaning after some frat assholes from one of the shit universities around here decided they were tough shit and caused a fight to break out. “Why is it I’m always the one working when all the fucking fights happen? I’m tired of cleaning up after their shit is handled.” Grumbling to herself as she kneels down to pick up broken pieces of glass and wood off the ground and tossing them into a garbage bin that she dragged over with her. “Maybe if you gave Sammy the same shit you give me all the time the sexist fuck would listen to you.” Whipping her head around and staring up at the infamous Darley she glares a little and gets up with a huff grabbing a broom and starts sweeping up glass. “I wouldn’t have to if your little band of misfits stopped fighting everyone that tried to get a look at me Billy. It gets old after a while, they were just some hotshots trying to show off.” Pushing off the edge of the counter he makes his way over towards her and grabs the broom out of her hands and lets it fall from his own and turns her around and nudges her back against the pool table in the middle of the bar and looks down at her tilting his head. “And what if they weren’t? Could have been packing heat for all you know. Kids that look like that are unpredictable sweetheart, can’t trust them.” She shoves at his shoulders trying to create some distance and glares up at him, “And I can trust you? I don’t think so, I hear a lot about you and your crew Darley. I’m not some girl you can push around and have a good time with. I’m not a cheap whore and I can take care of myself. So if you wouldn’t mind moving the fuck back that’d be great.” Billy stares down at this girl. This tiny girl thinks she’s bigger than him in the food chain and he hasn’t had a challenge like this in a long time. He continues to stare at her for another few seconds before she opens her mouth to start lecturing him again before he sweeps down and pulls her up into a rough fire fueled kiss. She was shocked, why the fuck was this psycho, this drug dealer, this gun dealing MAN kissing HER? He nudges her mouth open with his tongue and slips it into her mouth and starts rubbing it against her own making her shiver and freeze her thoughts as she wraps her arms around his neck, tugging him down to her level as she starts to suck on his tongue. The action draws a low groan from his mouth and it causes her to make a sound that she doesn’t ever recall making before. Billy reaches down and grabs her up by the back of her thighs and sets her down on the edge of the pool table and slides his hands up her bare thighs and over the sides of her shorts settling onto her bare waist and pulls away from her lips and looks down at her chewing on the side of his lip, lifting an eyebrow at her with a slight smirk playing at his lips. “You were saying?” She looks up at him flushing a light red and looks away from him and fidgets a little on the table, “sh-shut up.” Leaning down he skims the tip of his nose over her neck and settles on a place between her shoulder and neck connection and starts attacking the spot with his lips and teeth, causing a string of moans and groans from the woman. It may be four in the morning but god damn does it feel like the night just begun.
“Oh fuck Billy!” With one of her legs up on his shoulder and her hands trying to grip at something on the pool table to keep herself from flying up off the table she moans loud enough that she’s surprised she hasn't woken any of the homeless drunks outside the bar. Billy’s looking down where they’re connected, watching his cock enter and exit her sweet folds he just has his mouth against not even ten minutes ago with a grin on his face and turns his head a little biting her calf lightly and holding her thigh with his hand. “Fuck kitten you’re taking my cock so well, are you enjoying this? By the fucking sounds you’re making I’m assuming you are.” glancing up at her face he grins more as he sees her scrunched up in pleasure and nodding quickly as her eyes flutter open and stare up at him. “If you don’t fucking touch me I swear I might actually get pissed.” Chuckling at her response he slides his hands up her body and grabs at her breasts, running his thumbs over her erect nipples and leans down taking one between his teeth and starts sucking on it and running his tongue over it as he continues to thrust inside her. She moans even louder if that’s even possible and grabs his shoulders arching her back up into him and screws her eyes shut tightly biting on her lip trying to keep her noises in, “Don’t you dare fucking keep those sweet noises from me (Y/N) or else, “reaching a hand down he runs his middle finger over her clit spelling out the alphabet and smirks when she makes a squeak and releases her lip from her teeth. As he gets to the letter J she clenches up inside which draws a loud moan from him followed up by a hiss as he grips her leg tighter and her breast with the other, “Fuck you better be close, if you don’t fucking cum for me then we’re going to have a problem (Y/N). You better do it, Right. Fucking. Now.” She whimpers softly at his command and bucks her hips up into him as she lets out a loud whine and arches her back up into him again as tears form in her eyes, “F-fuck please Billy I-I’m Cumming! Fuck-fuck fuck!” She clenches around him again as she finally releases which causes him to swear and hiss pulling out of her holding himself in his hand as he looks her over and biting his lip “That was really fucking hot (Y/N), What’re you-Ohh fuck.” (Y/N) scrambled down off the pool table and took his cock into her mouth and started to hollow her cheeks out and reach up gripping his balls lightly rolling them around in her hand as she runs her tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock and staring up at him as he fists her hair. “Fuck the boys were right, you’re full of fucking surprises” He hisses and lolls his head back as he starts fucking her mouth with his cock and fists her hair tighter as he releases a jet of cum down her throat as the champ of a woman swallows everything down that he has to offer and pulls her lips from him as she licks and kisses the tip with a light giggle and smiles softly up at him. “I could say the same about you Billy Darley.” Oh yeah, that’s gotta be the best memory Billy Darley has of this place. South side Boston may be a fucking shit show but in this bar, there’s so many good things that are hard to forget. If he ever forgets that night then you may as well shoot the guy and put him out of his fucking misery.