>> a quick warning, my dears: smut, sub!billy, fem!reader, dacryphilia (not really mentioned as a turn on tho, billy just cries the whole time), bondage, sad billy, mean!reader, and probably more, so be aware! MDNI! ty!
>> excuse any mistakes pls!
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„I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!!” Dragging the words out, he sits there –whining your name continuously without you doing anything at all.
“Shut up!” You warn. You’ve lost count on how many times he’s begged for forgiveness today.
You aren’t in the mood for games. You are in the mood to ruin the man in front of you. Too bad because even that, he would enjoy, you knew.
He whimpers and lets his head hang low in hopelessness. You have him bound to the chair inside your living room, hands tied together with cable ties. Because he wanted it like that. He had pleaded for you to do what you wanted to him, to punish him. That was the only thing you would be granting him. For a long, long time.
„I don’t want to hear you anymore. I’m tired of this bullshit, Russo!!“ You have to really control yourself to not go completely feral right now.
He whines again.
„You’re pathetic, Russo! Do you know how much it costs me not to leave you right here, go to sleep and throw you right out the first thing in the morning? Fucking hell, I want to throw you out right fucking now!“ But you don’t. And you don’t know what you see in him that makes you want to forgive him everything in just a split second. But of course, you also don’t do that. Even if you did, you knew, deep down he wouldn’t forgive himself either.
His eyes show you how much he wants to open his mouth to apologize and beg again and you’re more than glad that he chooses not to this time, scared to disobey you once more. Like he didn’t already crossed every line and crashed every wall.
You sigh, massaging your temple with one hand, trying to ease the headache your boyfriend had brought upon you. That’s what he was; pure, consistent headache.
Something had changed in him over the last couple of weeks. He’d always been so sweet and smart and eager to please you. Well, he was still all that but there was something new to his persona. A fire. Like yours. And it was exhausting to keep him in check. Impossible almost. Which was why you’ve grown to be more direct and rough with him. Otherwise he would never listen.
But now. Oh now. It was almost like his switch had been flipped again. His jeans covered legs slightly shaking, his lips trembling, his eyes teary and his face guilty.
„Tell me, Russo; Do you deserve my forgiveness?“ It’s a mean question. You watch how it affects his whole being entirely. Tears pooling at his eyes, threatening to find their path down his cheeks, down his neck. Until they reach his naked chest and dry. He sniffles and you curse his dark hair that hides most of his face in silence. You want to at least see him suffer.
„Answer me. Or do you want to leave right now? You can leave right-“ You bark his way and he’s quicker to respond this time.
„No!“ He cries, trying to hold louder sounds inside. He knows you’re already on edge (where he brought you) so it would be unwise to stretch your patience even more.
You laugh lightly.
„That’s right. And do you know what brats like you get? Also right, absolutely nothing. Do you think I deserve to be treated like this, huh? Tell me Russo! I would like to know!” Tears also gathered in your eyes now, but you blinked them away quickly.
He lifted his head to look at you and the view almost made you choke on your own breath. He looked like a mess.
“You don’t- You don’t deserve to be treated like this. I’m sorry, Y/n-“
“Do not call me by my name!” Your blood was boiling once again. He should know. You had ‘trained’ him better. But the whole situation made his chest grow so tight with anxiety and guilt that he thought whatever was going on here was past any sexual plays. Which it was, but you couldn’t stand it, to be disrespected by him right now.
There he was. Billy Russo, usually the boss of everyone around him. A merciless, ruthful man he was. But when he came home, he wasn’t like that anymore. Though, lately these two big differences seemed to confuse him and mess with his head. Because why else would he go out of his way just to betray your trust? And break almost every last one of the rules you had set.
Now it was on you how to deal with that. Tonight, he finally made you snap. Before, you had tried to handle him more careful because you knew something with work had him spiraling. Something must bother him so much, it makes him want to keep control at home now too, when he looses it a work. And you were very understanding at first. For a start you quit leading him into submission. Because you feared that it would take a toll on his self control and overall demeanor if you didn’t act accordingly.
You had endured many hours of pointless arguments, petty comments, that had sometimes reached your shell and hurt you with a force that you didn’t expect. Not from your boyfriend anyways. You were in utter shock the first time he’d barked back a snarly comment about your past relationships. You hated it but you were sensitive about that topic. Before Billy, you weren’t as careful with who to choose as your partner. They had mistreated you many times. Of course you broke it of with all of them as soon as you felt disrespected.
But he had blamed you for all of it. He said you were too stubborn, too dominant, overall not how his woman was supposed to be. And that had broken your heart. You had tried to swallow it, to keep in mind why he was saying such things. You figured he felt attacked. He was scared you would take his control away, which you’ve done so many times before, with consent from both sides. But you had to accept, he wasn’t your old Billy anymore.
After a particularly hard day at work, Russo had decided to go to a pub. Just to relax a bit and get his mind off of things. Not only his work was exhausting him but also the circumstances at home, with you. He fully knew that everything was his fault, he hated himself for treating you so careless. He could only wish you weren’t gonna leave his ass soon. But he expected it nonetheless. Couldn’t blame you for it.
The night had escalated quickly and while missing all your worried calls, he’d sat there on the leather couch, with numbed senses and a almost naked woman up his neck. He didn’t touch her, but he willingly let himself be touched. Mostly because he was so out of it, he didn’t even know if it was you who’s been grinding on his lap or a stranger that looked like you. However, he was past the stage of feeling anything. He probably fell asleep soon after.
Fact was, that he didn’t remember how he got home. He only remembers your soft hands on him turning harsh the moment he was able to speak again. He figured you had found out where he’d spend his night and were furious. Couldn’t blame you for it.
Which was where you two were now.
He’d started apologizing to you when he got his memory back and went from feeling nothing, to feeling absolutely everything. He was desperate to get you to forgive him. Although he knew that wasn’t likely. In his hazed state he felt like he was gonna lose himself at the thought of losing you. Which was more likely to happen.
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“I know, I know. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please, believe me, I didn’t want any of this! I just wanted piece for a while. I didn’t know were else to go. But I’m sorry! It was a mistake! I won’t even think of doing it again, I promise, I promise!” His glossy eyes search for yours.
“You never keep your promises anymore. You’ve become a liar, Russo.” Your alarmingly calm voice flushes his ears.
“I can’t tell anymore if you still love me.”
His heart beat begins to hammer against his chest. He knows he’s not allowed to talk but he can’t leave that statement how it is.
“I do! I love you! I swear- god, Y/n, you don’t even know how much I love you. I never stopped, I swear on everything I have! I’m sorry for everything, I will make it up to you. I’m not a liar!” He cries, his cheeks completely wet.
“Yeah, but maybe I am.” He looks at you, confused.
“Maybe I’m telling myself I can still fix you, get my old Billy back. Because we love each other. But I realize that if only one of us puts in the effort, there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.” The way your soft voice dances off the walls of the room makes him shiver. The tears making their way down his chest and ending up wetting his jeans.
“Please- don’t… don’t leave me! I can not do this without you!”
You scoff and take your time walking towards him in a torturously slow and seducing way. The way your hips sway in unison with the steps of your heels while the dress you’re wearing hugs your perfect curves makes him go insane. He will never get over the fact, that you’re his girlfriend. Such a beautiful woman –like you are– shouldn’t even look at his scarred face.
“Oh Billy, how pathetic you are. You know the things you felt comfortable doing aren’t acceptable, don’t you? Is that why you’re crying?” It’s like he’s trying to grasp something that is meant to pull away from him because he doesn’t deserve it.
“Why don’t you do me a favor? Be a good boy and take what I give you, yeah? Enjoy the last time I’ll fuck you into oblivion.” Reality punches his face while he still hopes this is just a dream. A wet dream of his that makes him all brain dead for you, like you always do. It wouldn’t be the first time, and god he wishes he had the right to demand it not to be the last time as well.
The second your fresh breath fans against his neck his mind goes haywire. He would never get used to the way you make him feel, but now, now everything feels so blurred together. Billy sobs and cries and doesn’t stop while slowly remembering how it feels like to be aroused by you. It feels almost forbidden in this moment but you make it clear to him by showing him not only the bitterness in your eyes but also the lust that threatens to shimmer through. In this moment he’s a goner. You bend down unhurriedly and use your hand to lift your dress up to be able to straddle his lap in a sensual manner.
You’re the most inviting, intriguing, exciting, smart, interesting, appealing, desirable and erotic woman he’s ever met in his entire trauma-filled shithole of a life. And to this day he still wonders why the universe would ever bring you into hands. Well, he thought, that time was over now, fair enough.
“Are you gonna be good for me? Do you want me to touch you one last time?” It almost felt forbidden to feel so utterly turned on by you in this situation, but Billy couldn’t help it. You have that effect on him, always had. But you aren’t doing this for him, you’d allowed yourself to be selfish this once. So you had decided you needed this before never having it again, you could only guess how miserable your sex life would be after Russo.
Billy nods frantically, but isn’t able to stop his heaving chest because of the sobs that are rocking through his body, regardless of the lewdness the situation brought. To be honest here, he’d been sporting a boner since you’ve tied him to this chair.
“Use your words. Or I remove myself quicker than you can beg me for more.” You threatened and the coldness of your dark eyes meets the desperation in his. Renewed panic settles in his mind, quickly thinking of something to say.
“No! I mean- yes, I want this- you… I want you! So much it hurts, Y/n.” He fights against the ropes, wanting to finally touch you again. He hasn’t been allowed to for weeks. You always knew you would grant him every wish that fell from his lips once he made you his wife, but you still weren’t and you couldn’t stand him disrespecting you any longer. The last thing you would be for him was a woman with no self esteem and dominance to stand up for herself and he knew that very well, too.
You tut at him. “No saying my name, Billy. I don’t want to hear anything from this point on actually.” You began undoing his belt before unbuttoning his jeans with your tender fingers that he wishes were already up to squeeze his throat. “I won’t show mercy this time. I don’t care if you beg or cry or mewl. If it’s too much, you know your safe word. Other than that, I don’t want to hear a word from you, is that clear?” You’re done undressing him.
Billy nods, feeling you push your panties to the side before already brushing your entrance against his hard cock. He swallows a moan. Oh, there’s no mercy left in you, is there? The question is answered when he feels himself being pushed inside your warmth without warning. Your hands roam his chest before find his neck to roughly press on. You come closer and moan against his ear. Billy almost suffocates, the overwhelming feeling of your body pressed against him –while knowing he will never have that again– gets too much to bare and he begins to cry once again.
You set an unforgiving pace, rocking up and down relentlessly. It gives your satisfaction, knowing he can’t help but cry out for you because his biggest fear is about to come true. He will lose you. And you wish you didn’t care as much as you did but the silent tears falling down your cheeks betray you.
While feeling your high come closer any second it gets harder watching him go insane under you. Billy was the man you always hoped to marry and now, he was sitting here, at your mercy, breaking because he was so overwhelmed by everything you made him feel at once.
“Billy, it’s okay.” You hold onto his shoulders, finding a new sense of strength.
You chase your orgasm while hoping he will cum before you do, not granting him any other friction than this one. But you know it was gonna be enough when you hear his breath quickening, his dick twitching and his eyes glistening with tears, pleadingly looking up at you.
A/N: not proofread so sorry if there’s tons of mistakes, I had an idea while at work and I had to get it written down.
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Billy’s face is pressed firm against your stomach, and you run your fingers through his hair, still damp from the shower you had given him after a rather intense scene.
“You still with me, baby boy?”
He hums quietly in response, tilting his head slightly to indicate that he’s listening but still worn out.
“M’here.” He mumbles against your skin, his voice soft and sleepy.
“Anything hurt?” He shakes his head, burrowing his face further into your body. “I have a present for you.” His head perks up and his wide, hopeful eyes meet yours.
“For me?” You smile softly at him and nod, continuing to play with his hair.
“You want it now? Or in the morning?” You know the answer, but you want to see the excitement on his face.
“Now please.”
You shift slightly, moving to the side of the bed, and Billy whines in protest at the thought of you leaving him alone in the bed - even for a brief moment. You press a tender kiss to his forehead, before bending your arm so that you can reach into your chest of drawers without leaving Billy’s arms.
When your hand returns, you’re holding a small box, and Billy eyes it with curiosity.
You both sit up a little, as you pass the box over to Billy. He admires the packaging for a moment, the expensive looking box and neat ribbon tied in a bow.
The he tugs on the ribbon, and slides the lid off the box.
He’s surprised by the contents. Three ties, folded in a neat little row. Black, navy blue, and a dark burgundy. Quite similar to the ones he already owns. He smiles at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Thank you sweetheart.”
The functionality of your gift has his relaxed, submissive headspace fading a little, and you notice immediately. You lean closer, before encouraging him,
“Have a closer look baby.” There’s a small crease between his brows, but he does as he’s told. Picking up the black tie, he takes a moment to admire the rich, soft fabric. You had clearly bought the best for him, and his heart warms at the thought. He pulls it completely out of the box, noticing something on the inside of the tie.
He spots your name first, stitched into the fabric of tie, around the place where the tie would curl around his neck. Then he reads what precedes your name: property of.
A rush of pleasure runs down his spine. He’s always loved when you mark him up, the crescent print of your nails over his bicep, red lines down his back, and hickies over his throat. The only downside was that these reminders all faded, and far too soon for Billy’s liking.
You had a necklace with Billy’s initials on it, to show everyone who you belonged to. But you wanted Billy to have a reminder too.
“I know you’re very much in control of everything at Anvil, but I thought this was a more subtle way for you to be reminded that you’re mine, and you’re loved, even when you have to be the big, tough CEO.”
His eyes turn glassy at your words, and he curls his arms around your waist to bury his face against your chest. You drop a kiss to the crown of his head, and he mumbles a heartfelt,
WAIT I've always read this trope but, reader is the sub one, so, let's twist it. Sub billy with one of these funny looking dick vibrators...you know, one of these that look like rings? Maybe even a prostate stimulator one, with a remote control for you to control it. A nice way to punish him if he's being a brat, me thinks👀
My brain just blurted this at me so here goes:
A special 'Fuck You' to Ben Barnes for looking so lovely and stealing my heart. Didn't anyone tell him it's not right to steal?
Put Your Loving Hand Out
Sub!Billy Russo x Dom! Female Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+), Bratty Billy, cockring, orgasm denial, oral (f and m), subspace.
He wouldn't look at you.
It was the first of many signs that Billy was going to be a brat tonight.
First he wouldn't look at you, then his hands would clench tightly till they were white, with the little red splotches at his knuckles. Next, his voice would be hard...short, clipped responses that let you know he was getting more angry at you, than the subby headspace you usually preferred.
And what were you doing that was so maddening anyway? You'd only slipped a vibrating cockring on him before the date had started. Nothing that your good boy couldn't handle.
The vibrator was pressed to the base of his cock, and when turned on, he could feel it all the way down to his balls.... or so he'd told you.
You give him a reprieve while he eats, you always want to make sure he's healthy and well fed. You weren't a monster after all.
"You're a monster." Billy mumbles under his breath. You blink in surprise. Could he hear your thoughts?
"Watch your tone with me, Bill, I'm not in the teasing mood."
He rolls his eyes.
Oh really?
You slide your body over to his, uncaring about any prying eyes. You turn toward him, carefully tossing your legs over his thighs, to rub at his erection. He still hasn't looked at you. A more submissive Billy, would have had his eyes wide, gazing at you directly, ready to obey.
It probably looks cute, the way you cuddle your body closer to his, the way his arm wraps instinctively around you to hold you close. Anyone catching a look would probably nudge another and express their appreciation of your relationship.
Nobody would catch the way his shoulders stiffen when the vibrations resume, the way he grunts as you massage his cock over his slacks.
No one would hear the threatening tone you just used when you asked,
"Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?"
He reaches for his glass of wine.
"No, love." He says before taking a sip.
You huff, increasing the level of vibration. He lets out a low groan.
"Don't forget that I can make you cum in your pants like a little boy before you even see me naked, Bill."
He swallows. He knows you can, and you would too, like you've done before when he was a little too bratty with you. You were a harsh domme and you had to be that way to keep Billy Russo in check.
"I'm sorry." Is all he says.
You simmer. It wasn't the best apology, but it would have to do.... for now.
For desert, you have chocolate cake, and he has ice cream, and you split it between you.
"You're being greedy, love." Billy laughs as your mouth latches onto his spoon.
You look up at him mischievously and he can't help but dip down to place a kiss on the corner of your lip. You smile and lean into him. You feel a unbridled passion for him surge in your stomach.
"I think I've punished you enough this evening, you can go take that thing off now if you want."
His response is a deep kiss that goes all the way down to your toes and back up again.
You giggle as he slips away.
Maybe you'd been too harsh? No, if anything you weren't harsh enough. Maybe you should make sure he was okay.
You slip out of your seat and head toward the restroom. You wait a few minutes before entering and locking the door behind you.
You remain quiet for a moment, and it's a good thing you do, or else you wouldn't hear his quiet breaths. You move to the stall door.
"Open this door right now, Billy."
You hear a muffled curse, followed by the sound of his zipper and belt before he tugs the door open.
He looks flushed, breathless, and you know exactly what he was doing. You clench your jaw in anger, eyes no doubt piercing.
"This is the men's room." Billy says.
"Yeah no shit." You take a step forward and press the heel of your palm to his pants, he hisses as you feel his stiff erection.
"Were you touching yourself without my permission?"
"I got your permission." He says, closing his eyes when you squeeze him gently.
"You little brat. You got my permission to take the cockring off... not to fuck your fist in the bathroom."
He swallows, he knows this is bad, he knows that getting to cum today is looking less and less likely.
"Couldn't help it. Hurts."
You tut, "Excuses, excuses, Lieutenant. Meet me at the car." You turn and walk out without another word.
You use those moments, standing by his car to devise a game plan that gets him into the headspace you want.
He comes out a few minutes later.
"Sorry, the waitress took forever." He wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead.
You nod easily, it really wasn't that long, Billy was just an impatient man. You wrap your arms around him, making sure he understands that whatever punishment he's about to get- that you still love him. And boy, do you have a punishment for him.
"Did she hit on you?" You ask, face muffled into his chest.
"Yes." He says with a small laugh, "She gave me her number."
You laugh with him, and give a small shake of your head.
You tiptoe to kiss his lips briefly before turning away and slipping into the car.
The drive home is comfortably quiet, with his hand in yours throughout the drive.
When the car finally comes to a stop, you kiss his knuckles before speaking.
"What's your colour?"
He swallows before looking at you.
"Green."
You kiss his hand again before getting out.
You're playful with him when the door to your place closes behind him, teasing him with almost kisses and gentle touches. You tug his jacket off his shoulders and drape it over the couch before you kick off your shoes and pull your hair over your shoulder.
You part your lips to ask him for help, but his hands are already on you, tugging the zipper of your dress down until it pools at your feet. You turn to him, and his eyes are fixed on you, admiring you. You help him next, stripping him until he's left only in his boxers.
You back away from him with a smile and a crook of your finger. He follows obediently, until you're sitting at the edge of your bed with him directly in front of you.
You point at the floor, and he kneels instantly. You can see it in his face that he's not yet fully in that submissive headspace- he's only being obedient right now to stop himself from further punishment.
He looks up at you slowly.
"Can I taste your pussy, love? Please?"
You pretend to think about it for a moment, before nodding your head. He tugs your panties down your legs and wastes no time moving your legs over either shoulder and pressing his face between your thighs.
He licks you slowly, his tongue is warm and dextrous, he spreads pleasure through your body so quickly and so easily that it's almost embarrassing how fast he brings you to the edge.
"Stop." You command.
He groans in protest, sinking his tongue deeper.
"Billy." You warn.
He pulls back with hooded eyes and slick, red lips.
"Wanna taste your cum, love. Please, let me make you happy."
You smile and give him a little shake of your head.
"Bad boys don't get to taste my cum."
His eyes widen and his shoulders drop. You begin to see flickers of that headspace you like so much. He licks his lips, his eyes flit back to your pussy.
"Please." He says.
You give him a false sympathetic look and shake your head, pulling your legs off his shoulders.
"Take those off. Get on the bed."
You watch him hesitate for a moment. Your anger spikes at his disobedience.
"Now, Russo."
He does as you say, moving slowly to let you admire his body and the look of his solid cock between his legs.
"I'll never understand how such a brat like you has such a perfect cock." You tease.
He gives you a little smile and drops himself into the middle of the bed.
He watches as you tug your bra off. You crawl your body over his, to give him a sweet kiss. He sighs blissfully into your mouth.
"Colour?" You ask as you pull back.
"Still green." He responds.
"Good." You say, placing small kisses over his neck.
You move your way down his body, kissing at his collarbones and chest. The tip of his cock grazes your stomach as you slip lower. You suck a mark into his hipbone and he hisses.
"You're really somethin lovely, huh Russo?"
"If you say so, love."
Your mouth curves up into a smile, before you finally move lower to take as much of him as possible into your mouth in one go.
He lets out a broken cry, and then continues to moan as you immediately bob your head on his cock.
You do this for a few moments before stopping to look up at him. His breathing is shallow, his fingers release their grip on the sheets as he catches his breath.
You smile up at him, and then dip your head down to continue pleasing him.
Billy doesn't understand it, you shouldn't be pleasuring him this much, sucking on his cock like it's the best thing you've ever tasted. The obnoxious sounds you make drive him insane. He's confused, you should be making him beg, riding his face, using him to cum, but you're not, and he's thrown.
He gasps when your other hand reaches to massage his balls.
"C-lose." He gasps.
You raise your head, and he breathes a sigh of relief.
He's groaning again when you seat yourself fully on his cock.
"Loveeee." He groans.
You bounce yourself on him, clenching and unclenching to add to the stimulation. You need him to cum before you for this to work.
You try your hardest to push your orgasm away, his cock doing wonders to pull you to the edge faster than you anticipated.
You realise you've had your eyes closed and you peek them open to look down at him. His lips are parted, looking at you up at you with absolute devotion.
"Cum for me, baby." You encourage.
He shakes his head.
"Need you to cum first, love."
"Don't worry about me, baby boy, want you to cum for me, fill me up, I know you're close."
He shakes his head again, fighting his orgasm, fists clutching the sheets for dear life.
"You first, you first." He babbles.
You use your secret weapon, burying your nails into his chest, leaving red welts.
"Cum for me. Now."
He lets out a loud groan as he explodes inside you. You watch him closely, watch as his body twitches as he goes through his orgasm.
He gives a blissed out sigh, as your hips stop, preventing him from experiencing too much overstimulation. Which is another confusing thing. There's no way this was a punishment.
"Are you okay Billy?" You ask softly, leaning forward to rub your thumb against his bottom lip.
He watches you closely before nodding his head.
"So good, love, thank you." He says between breaths.
"Good boy, let's get you cleaned up." You say, pulling your body off of his.
"But-" he hesitates.
"You okay?" You ask.
"Yes, but," he swallows, "Is that it? You- you didn't even cum." He missed it, he missed the moans you'd make, the way you'd tremble on his cock, the way your cum tastes on his tongue.
"I'm alright, Bill." You say confidently, as if there was no problem, "As long as you got to cum like you were going to before I caught you, right?"
Oh. Ohhh, Billy thinks, this was the punishment. The denial of you.
He blinks in shock. He opens his mouth to complain, but he's not even sure what to say.
"Want another?" You ask, placing a kiss on his lips.
"N-no, um..."
You give him an encouraging smile, applying pressure to the red welts on his pecs to soothe them.
"Shower?" You ask, but it's more of a command than a question.
He nods, and you pull him up with a giggle.
You're acting unbelievably normal, for someone that didn't cum. He knows you. He knows that denial makes you irritable. Unable to hit that peak should have had you in a much more awful mood.
Instead you were acting so nicely, peaceful. He wish he could say it wasn't fucking with him. What kind of sub would he be if he couldn't please you?
You were so doting, which only makes him more confused.
You cuddle close to him and fight to fall asleep. You pretend easily though, but you're uncomfortably wet, needy, aching to cum. You can resist though, until he's in that space you need him to be.
Billy's in hell, he's blissed out and drowsy, but he can't sleep. He doesn't believe that this could be a punishment, but also, it may be the worst one yet. When you deny him, it usually just aches his cock, but denying yourself? That hurts in his chest.
He turns to look down at you, sleeping in the crook of his arm. His pretty mistress didn't deserve this.
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It's the little hum he makes when you brush against his erection in the morning that wakes you. Your back is against his chest, his breaths puffing into your neck. You turn in his arms and you let out a little sigh when he raises a heavy leg you wrap around you, pulling you close.
"G'mornin." Billy says against the top of your head.
You smile and kiss his chest.
"How do you feel? What's your colour?"
Billy sighs slowly as he thinks about the answer.
"Good," he says simply, "Green."
You smile and look up at him. You give him a quick kiss before sitting up and stumbling to the bathroom to relieve yourself.
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He rubs his face into your shoulder after breakfast, letting you know that he's feeling needy as you two sit on the couch. You smile and put down your phone to give him attention and kisses.
"Need anything in particular, baby boy?"
"You, love." He whispers.
You smile, kissing him slowly until you're both needy for each other. You tug his clothes of before helping him as he pulls at yours. Naked on his lap, he pulls back from your lips for a second.
"Can I lick your sweet pussy?"
"Course." You say, slipping off his body and moving back a bit to give him space to fit himself between your legs.
"Thank you." He says slowly, before kissing your clit.
He works slowly this time, tasting you and using his tongue to do filthy things to you. He groans as he slips the wet muscle into your entrance, fucking you with his tongue as best as possible.
You try your hardest to remain quiet, grunting and sighing as he works you up.
You let out a pleasurable filled gasp as he sucks your bud into his mouth.
"Stop. Stop!" You grip his hair and tug harshly to separate his lips from your pussy.
He whines, actually whines and you almost laugh at the desperation in his eyes.
"Wan' you to cum on my tongue, love."
You sit up, pulling your lower half away from him and he pouts.
"How about I suck that pretty cock instead, hmm?"
He gives a petulant shake of his head.
"Don't want that. Want y'pussy on my tongue."
You suck in a breath. This was probably the hardest punishment you've ever given him.
"But look at this cock, all red and leaky." You angle his head down to look at your hand as your thumb swipes at some precum spilling from the head of his cock.
He watches you raise your hand up to your lips and suck his essence from your thumb.
"Don't you want me to make you feel good?"
You're not playing fair as you dip your hand back down to stroke him. He can't think straight with your hand pumping his cock like that. He closes his eyes, breathing against your lips as you bring your face closer to his.
"Lemme suck you off." You command gently.
He nods, eyes closed, and you don't give him time to think before you're on your knees, taking him into your mouth.
Like he did, you take your time pleasuring him, unlike him, you don't have to stop just because he asks. Which he does, several times.
"Please, love. Not like this." He sobs.
You stop for a moment.
"Colour?"
"Green." He whines, "But I wanna make you cum. Want to make you happy."
"This makes me happy." You argues.
He lets out a frustrated sigh, and you slip your mouth back around his bulbous tip.
His thigh twitches, and you know it's the first sign of his orgasm.
"I'm close." He warns.
"You have to ask for permission if you want to cum, Billy." You murmur, licking at the base of his cock.
"Don't."
You raise your head.
"What was that?"
"Don't wanna cum."
You let go of his cock completely and he sighs.
"Am I doing something wrong?" You ask carefully, once again fucking with his head.
"No!" He says, his bottom lip wobbles. How could you ask that? When you were utter perfection. When you should be using him to get yourself off rather than trying to make him feel good.
You move your body into his lap to soothe him. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.
"I don't deserve this. I was bad. You should punish me."
You shush him, one hand soothing his back, the other buried in his hair.
"Of course you deserve this Billy."
"No! I- I broke the rules! I rolled my eyes at you, I touched my cock- your cock- without permission. I'm bad! I'm a bad boy."
"Oh, Billy." You soothe.
He looks up at you, and your lips part at the beauty of him. His eyes wide and watery, his lips damp, and pink. It's the way he looks at you, that tells you that he's deep into that submissive space.
There he is.
"You're not bad." You say, "You're a good boy, that took your punishment really well. I think it's time we end it now though, yeah?"
He sniffles.
"I'm good?"
"Yeah baby, yeah you are."
You lean down to kiss him.
"My good boy." You murmur against his mouth.
"Tell me what you want."
He fixes you with his wide, soulful eyes.
"Want you to cum on my cock. Use me. I'm yours."
"Oh, baby." You breathe, pressing your mouth to his and lining his cock up to sink into your pussy at the same time.
You ride him quickly, unable to stop yourself from taking what you need from him. His cock is fucking huge, spearing you open with each rock of your hips.
Your hand reaches up to grip his hair.
"Yes, love! So good." He says.
You pull his hair, tilting his head so that you can suck purple bruises into his skin.
"Yes! Use me. Yours. All yours." He babbles.
You moan, raising your other hand to bury your index and middle fingers into his mouth.
He groans in bliss, sucking on your fingers, getting them wet with his tongue as you continue riding him.
You pull your fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting your digits to his lips before you pull further back.
You slip your fingers between your bodies to massage at your clit. You clench around him and you gasp as you feel your body approaching your high.
"Oh fuck!" You gasp, tilting your head back.
"Please cum. Cum on my cock, love. Please. Please. Please."
"Billy!" You cry as you cum, clenching hard around him, the force of your previous denials slamming into you, increasing the intensity of your high. You slump into his chest, twitching helplessly around him as you struggle to catch your breath.
When you're finally able to focus, you hear him gasping thanks into your ear.
"Felt so good to be used by you, my love, thank you."
You look at him as you catch your breath, smiling at your submissive boy. You kiss him gently.
"Did you cum?" You ask gently, implying wirh your tone that it would be okay if he did.
He shakes his head.
"Don't want to. Want to be used."
"Yeah?" You ask teasingly, "want to make me feel good?"
You pull your body off of his with a quiet grunt, turning away from him and bending forward to put your pussy on display.
"Mouth or cock. You choose."
His mouth is on you almost instantly, licking at your clit and the evidence of your previous orgasm. He moans into your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit. His tongue spins a web of pleasure that has you screaming as you explode on his tongue. Your fingers curl around the couch cushions and you're almost worried that they'll tear under the force. He licks you gently, helping you to ride out your orgasm before sitting back patiently.
Your body quivers as you roll onto your back, smiling and crooking your fingers at him. He moves to hover over you.
"So good, Billy." You praise. He groans, loving the praise.
"Want you to fuck me as hard as you can now, understand?" He nods his head, focusing all his senses on you.
"You can cum after I do, my good boy."
You tilt your hips up and he pushes his cock into you. He doesn't hesitate to begin pounding into you hard. His mouth parts as his cock delivers punishing thrusts.
You can't help gripping his shoulder harshly, scraping your nails down the length of his back.
He doesn't stop, doesn't falter, too drunk on your fucked out expressions and your almost-screams to even think about stopping.
He rails you for what feels like hours, but is probably more like ten minutes before you can't fight your orgasm anymore and your vision goes white as you cum with a scream of his name.
His body shakes from holding back, but watching you cum around his cock is what finally pushes him over the edge. He roars as he spills himself inside you, he feels every spasm of his muscles as he fills you with his hot cum.
You both struggle to breathe, skin heated and glistening with sweat. He slowly pulls his cock from you, groaning as he watches his cum spill from your pussy. He picks you up and rolls you over so that you're lying on his chest. You lie there for long moments, until breathing is not so difficult.
"Wow." You say, and you smile as you feel his chest shake as he laughs.
"Understatement." He sighs.
You wait a few moments more.
"Bath?" You ask gently, rubbing his chest.
"Anything you'd like, my love."
You wobble as you stand, and suddenly you're being swept up into Billy's arms.
"I can walk." You complain.
"S'okay, I want to, love."
You can't argue with his doting nature when he's in this state. You insist on drawing the bath though, commanding him to get in when it's ready.
He holds you close as the warmth of the water seeps in to your bodies, face buried in your neck as you pour water over his neck and shoulders.
"Colour?" You ask him as you're lying in bed, his face buried between your breasts, your hands in his hair.
He doesn't look up, his voice is very muffled as he replies.
Nsfw Warning ⚠️ Sub!Billy. (Spitting, oral, penetrative sex, one slap)
A/N: I have no excuse. I'm sorry. I tried.
"I want a taste." He says, looking up at you from his spot on the floor.
You make a face at him, barely glancing at his kneeling form, still fully dressed from your date earlier.
"If you wanted a taste, you'd learn how to ask properly."
He did know how to ask properly, he was just embarrassed at the thought of having someone observe him like this. But it was you, and he could trust you.
"Please, my love, can I please have a taste of your pussy? I need you so bad."
You smile at his sweet words, moving to sit at the edge of the bed, pulling the skirts of your short dress a bit higher to show him your lace underwear. He shuffles over to sit patiently between your legs, he knows better than to reach out and touch you without your approval. The last time he did that, he didn't get to play with you for a week.
Your punishments had to be harsh in order to keep someone like Billy in line, he hates not being able to touch you, and he hates watching you touch yourself.
"Have I been good this evening?" He asks gently.
You smile and cup his cheek, he closes his eyes and leans into your touch.
"Are you ever truly a good boy, Billy?"
He whines at the implication.
"Yes. I can be good for you, my love."
You can't resist a smile.
"Okay Billy, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. You can go ahead and touch me."
He sighs in excitement, bringing his hands up to tug your lacy barrier down your legs. He takes his time, kissing the inside of your thighs, gently moving both over his shoulders, his eyes darting to your face every now and then to make sure you're still pleased with him.
Just before he kisses your pussy, he lifts his head to look at you.
"What is it, Billy?"
He blinks. "Thank you for letting me taste your pussy, love."
Your lips part in amazement at how easily he melts into his role.
"You're welcome baby." You grip the back of his head and guides him back down.
He gives a first hesitant lick before groaning and sinking his tongue deeper.
You taste so good to him, he can't get enough of your taste on his tongue. He wants to give you all the love he has, all the longing. He wants you to know how desperate and useless he'd be without you.
You mean so much to him, and he loves the way you own him.
"Ah! 'M gonna cum, Billy." You warn.
He can't say anything, with his tongue busy but he wants to tell you that every orgasm he has the pleasure of giving you is a gift.
You grip his hair firmly when you cum, holding him in place- as if he'd want to be anywhere else. He continues to lick at you even after you've cum, causing you to shiver with the slight pain of overstimulation.
You yank his head back with a huff, and he's looking up at you with wide, soulful eyes.
"You're being bad." You warn.
"Sorry, love, you just taste so good. Couldn't help it."
You study him for a moment, unable to get past how beautiful he is.
You run your thumb over his damp lips, thinking about what you're going to do to him.
"Open." You say, tapping his cheek. He groans, parting his lips, and extending his tongue, knowing what's about to happen.
You smile, leaning forward, sucking on your tongue to gather a little bit of spit. You let it slip from your tongue, and into his waiting mouth. He accepts it like an offering, breaths coming faster with arousal.
"Thank you, love." He says after he swallows.
You lean in to place a quick kiss to his lips.
"Get me naked." You order.
He thrums with excitement, taking his time to pull the zipper of your dress down. He doesn't want to seem overly enthusiastic, in case you punish him for being needy.
Even when you're fully naked, and he's fully clothed, you still have all the power. His eyes greedily follow your nude form as you circle around him. You help him out of his jacket, and you take your time pulling at his shirt. When you cup him through his pants, he can't help but covering your hand with his, pressing you palm firmly into his cock.
His eyes are shut tight as he grinds himself against your palm, and your eyebrows raise at the liberties he thinks he can take.
You tug your hand back and slap him. He moans at the sting.
"Dirty little boy thinks he can be bad and get away with it. You may be a Lieutenant and a CEO outside of this room, but here-" You grip his jaw, digging your nails into his face.
"In here you're just my bitch."
He moans louder, nodding his head in agreement.
You turn to walk away rom him.
"Take the rest of your clothes off and get on the bed."
You hear the unshackling of his belt and then the pull of his zipper. When you turn back, he's settling himself into the bed, his cock standing tall and prominent. His fists are clenched, no doubt trying to stop himself from touching. Some rules were more severe to break than others, and touching himself would probably get him two weeks without cumming. He couldn't survive that again.
You watch him carefully, his eyes are dark and lust-blown.
"Please love, please."
"Tell me what you want, Billy."
"Need you. Need you on me, need to be inside you. I'll be good, I swear, just... please."
He begs so pretty, you think. Can't wait to fucking ruin him.
You move your body over his, straddling his legs, right below his cock. You shuffle forward so that his cock is pressed against your mound.
You run a gentle finger over the tip of his cock and he hisses.
"Please." He gasps.
You glance up at his face. His cheeks are flushed pink, right up to the tips of his ears, his chest is also a light pink hue, breathing shaky. He licks his lips, giving you his best wide eyed look.
You smile, shifting up to seat yourself on his cock. He stutters out a moan as you take him in one motion. Your hands clench into the skin of his thighs, enjoying the burning stretch of his magnificent cock.
You pause a moment, watching him struggle not to touch you, trying his best to wait for your consent before he can.
You smile, rocking your hips on him slowly, circling your hips until he's gasping.
"Love- sweetness- please. You feel so good, feel so good around me."
You lean forward to catch his lips, he kisses you back hungrily. You begin to pull away from his mouth prematurely, which becomes too much torture for him.
He grips your face, bringing your lips back to his. You let him have his moments before you grab his wrists. He growls in annoyance when you pin his arms to the sides of his head.
"You filthy brat." You hiss against his lips. "You don't touch without permission, Billy, you know better."
"Can't help it, love, I just need you so bad. Need all of you. Need to belong to you."
You pull back a little, your hips stopping and he lets out a frustrated whine.
"Of course you belong to me, Billy, you're mine."
He closes his eyes, tilts his head back, exposing the long column of his neck to you. You lean down to suck a hickey onto his neck.
"Do you mean it?" You feel his neck vibrate against your lips.
"Am I really yours?" He asks quietly.
Your nose brushes his, "Do you want to be?"
"Yes." He says without hesitation.
You kiss at his pink lips.
"Yeah?" You say, beginning to fuck yourself harder on him, hands squeezing his, intertwining your fingers.
"Wanna be mine sweet boy? Is this my cock?"
He gasps when he feels you clench around him, he nods desperately.
"Yes love, this is your cock. I'm yours, I swear I'm only yours."
You moan, "You better fucking be. I don't share, Russo."
You sit up, pulling one of his hands down to press against your clit. He takes the hint and rubs quick circles on your nub.
"Oh! Billy!" You moan as you come around him. He cries out at the feel of your pussy clenching around him. His body tenses, fighting his orgasm with everything he has. You didn't give him permission, and he's not about to fuck up now.
You collapse against him, kissing the smooth skin of his collarbones and pectorals.
"Who knew you could be such a good boy, Lieutenant?"
He groans, "I'm a good boy," he agrees, "I'm your good boy."
You raise your head to look at him, he's got desperation written all over his face, in the way he chews on his bottom lip, the clench of his jaw, the unfocused look in his eye.
"Ready to cum?" You ask.
"Only if you want me to, my love."
You grin at his words, he really was gone.
You resume the rocking of your hips and he sighs.
"Cum whenever you're ready, Billy, I want my precious boy to cum."
You groan in bliss, feeling the sparks of another orgasm incoming.
He gasps out a quick thanks before he's fucking his hips up into you. You bring his hands up to grip at your hips, he squeezes the flesh of your body firmly, moving up to cup and knead your breasts.
"Tell me you're mine."
"Yes! God yes, I'm yours, love, only yours. You feel so good 'round me, shit-"
You bounce on him as best as possible, crashing your hips together roughly on every downstroke.
"Ah... Billy, I- I'm gonna-!"
You cum with a muted gasp, rolling your hips once more, feeling your orgasm spread like fire through your veins. He follows right behind you, pressing your hips together firmly as he empties himself inside you. His body contracts and relaxes, eyes watery with the intensity of his release.
You don't pull off him, opting to lean forward and rest yourself on his chest as you both catch your breath. You kiss the spot on his chest, right over his heart.
"My good boy." You praise.
He loves having his hair washed when he's in such a small headspace, and you love caring for him. You love kissing at his knuckles, knowing that outside this room, his hands are dangerous weapons.
He hums, "All for you, love."
After a lengthy shower, and some naughty groping and kisses, you help him with his nightly routine before guiding his naked body into bed. He prefers you both naked after nights like these, he wants to feel your skin against his, needs to make sure you're real.
Sometimes he thinks he's gonna wake up, and you won't be there, having been a figment of his imagination, and he's just in some medical tent in Kandahar dying. But then he thinks that not even his imagination could conjure someone as breathtaking as you.
He holds you tighter against him, and falls asleep to the sounds of your gentle breaths on his skin.
Now that you and Jess have firmly planted camboy!billy into my mind... How about sub!camboy!billy accidentally fucking himself stupid with a vibrator and a vibrating cockring for his private stream with a very mean domme on the other end...
Okay I'll see myself out now...
I just love the way you say fucking himself stupid.
Like, he's got those wireless headphones in, so your voice is in his ear at all times. A little red light on the camera streaming to your laptop and yours alone.
"Turn it up some more." You say.
"I c- I can't." He gasps, writhing against the sheets, with a tiny vibrator pressed intimately inside him. He was stroking himself just a second ago, but he's gotten lost in the sensations.
"Turn it up, or I'll dial it up all the way." You warn.
His whine is sweet and pornographic to the extreme.
He does as you instruct, pushing his fingers into his mouth and biting down savagely to fight the pleasure. He thinks he might come untouched if you keep this up and that would warrant more punishment than reward.
After a few white hot seconds, he feels the speed of the vibrator slow, and he sucks in a steady breath.
He doesn't want to come, he doesn't want this to end, he loves the attention, craves it, so when he hears you ask him to continue touching himself, he smiles.
"Wish you were here with me." He breathes, as his fist tightens on his cock.
You're only silent for a second.
"I'd love scratching that gorgeous skin until it was all marked and pretty for me. I'd make sure you feel me for the rest of the week."
"Yes, please," he sighs, and then he's groaning as the vibrations pick up once more.
I see your cam boy Billy idea and raise you him having a vibrator in that is controlled by people donating money to his stream so the more people donate coin the more powerful it gets of more it stays on and he can’t do anything about it.
*zooms away*
😲😳😲😲😲
And like, and he
Hhhhnnnngggg
He definitely comes and they just keep going and he's gasping and overstimulated and he can probably safeword/stop at any time and it's fucking magic woooooowww
And he's whining and gasping and begging but he's not sure if he's begging for more or less and he definitely passes out when that stream ends and you (because you're dating now) you take care of him, cleaning him up and changing his sheets and making sure he refuels, you feed him little bites of food as he snuggles into your chest because he might come for everyone to see, but you get the little moments where he's floating in subspace and needs the love and hfjddjnskksksksjs
About the reluctant husband billy drabble, maybe the wife is a Dom who goes out of the way to seduce him. While sub! Billy bites his lips till they are raw, makes 🥺 face before eventually kneeling in front of her and beg her to 🖕him.
Maybe he also gets pegged.
I just can't get the thought of sub billy kneeling with watery eyes, begging you to sit on his 🐓
Okay okay.... I'll nibble...
Billy doesn't know at which point his new wife had taken control... maybe it was the first day she helped him get dressed, or the way her fingers had swiped at some icing at the corner of his lip, maybe it was when she'd extended her foot out in front of her silently, and he'd willing got down on one knee to fix the buckle on her shoe.
Maybe it was now, when she has him on his knees, begging for her forgiveness for getting home at such a late hour.
"Do you know what happens when you come home later than anticipated and you don't answer my calls? I begin to worry that you're dead. Do you know what happens if you die?"
Billy looks up at you, "You get everything?" He asks.
"Quite the opposite, husband. If you die, I lose everything. I'll go back to my father's house, under his thumb once again until he finds someone else to marry me off to."
Your hand cups his cheek gently, and his eyelids flutter for a moment.
"Do I look like I want to be married to anyone other than you?"
His eyes widen at the loaded question.
"I- n-no?"
"No?" You tease. "Think I'd get lucky to find someone else as sweet and gorgeous as you?"
The accident had made him insecure in so many ways. Rawlins really had done a nasty number on him, leaving him a mess. He thought he was the shell of the man he once was. He was always worried about people seeing his face. It had taken literal months for him to finally show his face to you.
Sex was.... different, he asked for the room to be so dark that you couldn't see him, or he would blindfold you so that you didn't get a chance to appreciate his new, still handsome, looks.
You tried to tell him at every chance you got. That yes, his face was different, and yes, it may never be the same again. But he was still beautiful, and he was still your Billy.
You were showing him now. That he was still yours. That you still wanted him. You were lying on your tummy, between his legs on your shared bed, sucking gently on his tip. The lights were dimmed, so that he was still comfortable and you could still see a bit of him- a compromise you had both come to.
"Y'cock tastes so good, Billy." You praise.
You dip down to lick and suck at his balls, enjoying the gasps he tries to muffle. His hands are in fists at his side, where you demanded he left them while you torture him with your mouth.
"Please love, need to cum."
You hum on his shaft, raising your head.
"But I'm not done enjoying my cock yet. You don't want me to not get my fill of this perfect cock right? You wanna make me happy, don't you, Billy?"
He's nodding his head.
"Wanna make you happy, love. Don't see how sucking my cock makes you happy, though. Wouldn't it be better to ride my face?"
You huff angrily, bringing your hand up to stroke his cock.
"It's not your job to wonder why I like sucking your cock. You're just a dumb boy, only here to please me. And if I say I want to suck your cock, then your job is to drop your pants and give me your cock. Understand?"
"Y-yes love. I understand."
You smile, wrapping your lips around his tip bobbing your head repeatedly on him until his voice his hoarse.
"Please love. Please. Please."
You run your hands up his torso, feeling at some of his new scars, the pores on his chest raise at your gentle caress. You bring your hands down to intertwine his fingers with yours.
You dip your head down as low as it will comfortably go, massaging your thumbs into the palm of his hands, stoking the needy, desperate fire burning inside him.
"So good." He moans.
His thigh twitches beside you, letting you know how close he's getting.
"Please, can I-ngh, love, I- I'm." He lets out a high pitched whine.
You pause, having never heard such a needy sound come from him.
You raise your head.
"No, don't stop." He says, whimpering.
Fucking hell.
"What a needy little puppy you are." You say, amazed.
He looks debauched, tears rimming the edges of his eyes. He nods his head.
" 'm yours. Your needy puppy. Love please, dunno how much longer I can hold it." He gasps.
"You're beautiful. Say it."
"I- I'm- "
You kiss the dripping head of his cock.
He gasps.
"I'm beautiful." He says, the tears slipping down the sides of his face.
You moan at his words, indicating your approval, sinking your head lower.
He raises his head to look at you, gripping your fingers tighter in his.
"Is that what you want to hear? Does that make you happy? Hearing me say that I'm worthy of you?"
You indicate your approval by bobbing your head faster around him, loving the groan he gives you.
He was more than worthy of you, but that was a lesson for another day.
You look up at him, your mouth never losing its pace, determined to hear his gasping moan when he cums.
"O-oh my love, I'm so close. Can I please cum?"
You don't respond with words, simply increasing the speed and depth of your motions. You moan around his cock, just thinking about the taste of his cum.
He throws his head back, the muscles on his chest tensing, his fingers squeeze yours as he explodes on your tongue, his salty cum hits the back of your throat and you swallow around him, milking every drop he has to give as he cries out in bliss.
He goes limp when you pull back, sinking into the bed, a sheen of sweat covering his spent form. You gently kiss your way up his body, paying attention to his nipples for a little before kissing the tip of his nose, and then his lips.
