Helllllooo! I’m back with some more smut ;) Apologies for being so quiet yesterday..I won’t lie, I had major writer’s block, lol.
Blood and Breath
MDNI!!
-Warnings:Dominant Billy Butcher, public risk, parking lot setting, blood, intense sexual acts, manual stimulation, possessive language, sexual control, size difference,slight fluff/comfort,pet names (Pet,love,sweetheart),creampie/breeding theme,female reader.
-Summary: The heist was a success, but the fear hasn't left you yet. Billy pulls into the darkest corner of the parking garage to help you calm down, turning your lingering terror into something much more demanding
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The Vought parking garage was a maze of cold concrete and shadows, the low hum of the ventilation system doing nothing to settle your nerves. Your hands were still shaking, your heart rabbitfast against your ribs, and your clothes were stained with streaks of someone else’s blood from the scuffle upstairs. Billy, his knuckles split and bleeding, didn’t look bothered by the carnage. He gunned the engine of the sedan, the tires screeching as he ripped through the levels until he found a dark, secluded corner.
He killed the lights and turned to you, the sudden silence of the car feeling heavy. You were staring out the window, your breath hitched, trying to process the adrenaline and the violence you'd just witnessed.
"It’s okay sweetheart” Billy’s voice was uncharacteristically low stripping away his usual bluster. He reached over, his large, calloused hand cupping your jaw, his thumb gently wiping a smear of blood off your cheek.
“Look at me, love. You’re safe now. I told ya, I wouldn't let ‘em touch ya." You couldn't stop the tremors so he pulled you into his space, tucking your head against his chest. He smelled of grime, blood, and cheap tobacco..a scent that usually spelled trouble, but now, it felt like the only anchor you had. He held you firm, his hand stroking your hair in a way that was almost tender. "I know, I know it was a lot," he murmured ,his breath fanning against your hair. "Just breathe. You’re with me, yeah? No one’s gettin’ anywhere near you."
You stayed there for a long moment, the fear slowly giving way to a different kind of sensation..the heat of him, the steady beat of his heart under your ear. As you calmed down, you realized just how close you were, and the fear began to morph into a sharp, undeniable ache. You felt the dampness spreading between your thighs, your body reacting instinctively to his proximity.
Billy sensed the shift immediately. His hand dropped from your hair to your waist, his fingers digging in firmly. He pulled back just enough to look at your face, his gaze dark, predatory, and entirely focused on you. "Still shakin', are ya?" he rasped, his voice dropping to a gravelly hum. "Only this time... it ain't just fear anymore, is it, pet’?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He shoved the driver’s door open and hauled you out, ushering you into the back seat. He pulled you down onto his lap his eyes locking onto yours with a predator’s focus. He fumbled with the buckle of his belt, the metallic clack loud in the confined space, and he shoved his trousers down. With a rough, efficient motion, he grabbed the waistband of your trousers and panties, sliding them down your legs and kicking them aside so you were completely open to him. He reached between your legs, his fingers immediately finding just how ready you were.
"Bloody hell," he growled, his voice thick with hunger. "You’re absolutely soaked for me, aren't ya?"
He gripped your hips with those massive, scarred hands, forcing you down onto him. You let out a gasp that turned into a broken whimper when he filled you completely.
"That's it, love. Take it," he grunted, his head falling back against the headrest. His hands left your hips to claw at your hair, pulling you down until you were forced to meet his intense, heated gaze. "You think you were scared? I'm gonna make you forget every single thing that happened up there. You're mine now, yeah?"
He pushed up into you, his rhythm becoming a relentless and demanding force. He was controlling every inch of you, his hands roaming your body to leave his marks wherever he pleased. The friction was dizzying, and as the pressure built, you couldn't take the intensity of his gaze anymore. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, your breath coming in sharp, desperate hitches.
"I'm... I'm gonna cum," you whispered, the words barely a soft gasp against his skin.
Billy let out a rough, guttural sound, his movements speeding up until he was driving into you hard. "Yeah? Good. 'Cause I'm right there with ya, pet'." He gripped your hips even tighter, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl against your ear. "You take all of it, yeah? You take every drop inside that tight, pretty pussy of yours. Make sure you feel it."
As you shattered against him, he thrust into you one last time, pinning you against his chest as he followed you over the edge. Both of you collapsed into the backseat, the adrenaline finally, completely, giving way to pure, exhausted bliss.
He didn't let you pull away, his arms locking around you, holding you firm against his heartbeat. "That's it Love'," he whispered into your hair, his voice once again that dangerous, gravelly rumble. "You’re good for me. You’re so fucking good."
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