a/n: I ended up combining two prompts for this one, one of which was a “cursed fic” idea from Flor that was too good not to write lol.
Prompt: Reader and Billy are cooking together, but then things get kinda heated (no pun intended) and a fire starts in the kitchen as you're trying to do the deed + I wish you would write a fic where the reader rides Billy’s thigh... please provide us with that Billy praise/ dirty talk
Requested by: @super-unpredictable98
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Light smut (thigh riding)
“Hey you,” you exclaimed, greeting your boyfriend with a kiss and a smile.
“Hey, what’re you doin’ in here?” Billy asked, pleasantly surprised as he returned your kiss, snaking one arm around you, quickly setting down the knife in his other hand.
“I know the kitchen is your domain,” you teased, pulling back to look at him, “but I missed you and I thought I could come help you with dinner,” you offered.
Billy looked thoughtful for a moment before grinning. “Sounds perfect. I’d love for you t’help,” he exclaimed, taking a step back and offering you the knife he’d been using to chop up celery and onions. “Y’have t’promise me yeh won’t let me distract yeh too much though. I’d hate for anythin’ t’happen to those lovely fingers of yours,” he said, pressing a cheeky kiss to your fingertips before you went to wash your hands, quickly turning so he wouldn’t see how flustered you already were just from that.
“It might be a challenge, but I’ll do my best to resist your charms, Billy Delaney. That is… if you can resist mine,” you shot back, flashing him a wink before returning to the cutting board.
Billy chuckled softly. “You’re right, that is a challenge,” he mused, busying himself with seasoning the meat.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, the kitchen in Billy and Alfie’s shared flat was rather small and each time either of you had to slip past each other in the cramped space to fetch something you ended up pressed together against the counter, each time getting more and more distracted, barely able to focus on cooking, your mind hurtling down other avenues.
Finally, during one such moment, you gave in, pulling Billy in by the collar of his striped shirt for a kiss. For a second when your lips collided, Billy froze before kissing you back moments later.
“Well, aren’t you a little tease,” he breathed, grinning at you as he pulled back, his hands lingering at your waist.
“I am not,” you countered, pouting at him.
“You’re th’one grabbin’ me for a kiss when I was simply mindin’ my own business, sweetheart. I thought y’said you weren’t gunna let me distract you,” he teased.
Looking down, you idly plucked at his shirt, trying not to focus too much on how close he was. “Well… can y’blame me?” you asked, and Billy only laughed, the sound washing over you, warming you.
“I s’pose I can’t really blame you…” he murmured, leaning back in.
“And why’s that?” you whispered, tilting your chin back up.
“Because I seem t’find myself a little distracted as well,” he admitted, closing the distance to claim your lips in a rather heated kiss, his arms snaking tighter around you.
Kissing him back fervently, you gasped as his mouth moved to your neck and you melted against him, your knees going weak as his tongue explored your skin.
“Billy,” you moaned, your fingers digging into the folds of his shirt as you clung to him.
“Hmm?” he hummed, pressing his knee between your legs.
“Now you’re tryin’ to rile me up on purpose,” you accused breathlessly, only for him to chuckle warmly.
“Is that what I’m doin’?” he teased, grinning at the needy whine that left your lips as you ground against his leg.
“Mhmm,” you answered, though it came out more like a moan.
“Somethin’s telling me you’re a little turned on,” he drawled in your ear, his hand traveling to the front of your blouse to grope at you, kneading your breast gently as he pulled back to watch you. “Why don’t we take care of that for yeh?” he asked, though he made no move to remove his leg and your eyes met his, silently asking if this was what he wanted.
“That’s right,” he purred, biting his lip as you writhed against him. “I wanna watch yeh like this, so needy, so desperate,” he breathed, urging you on.
Forgetting all about dinner, you let your eyelids fluttered, gasping when he pressed his leg firmer against your aching cunt. “Oh Billy,” you pleaded, wishing he would just touch you.
Seeming to realize what you were thinking, Billy huffed a soft laugh. “I wish I could help you more, sweetheart, but I can’t get my hands dirty while I’m cookin’. Besides, y’just look too cute like this, but I promise after dinner I’ll give yeh the attention you deserve,” he said, resuming his exploration of your neck, which helped a little.
“C’mon [y/n], darlin’, I know you’re close, I wanna see yeh come for me. I wanna hear those adorable little noises y’make when you come undone. I know you know th’ones I’m talkin’ about,” he drawled in that all too sexy husky lilt.
“Not fair,” you whimpered, grinding frantically against him now, your soaked knickers practically rubbing you raw, though you were past caring. He was right, you were close, just a little bit further --
Suddenly a shrill alarm was going off and your eyes flew open as you smelled smoke.
“Shit!” Billy exclaimed, hastily disentangling himself from you to quickly put out the fire that had started in the skillet nearby. Quenching the flames with a lid, Billy pulled the charred skillet from the stove to drop in the sink, running water over it while it sizzled angrily.
“Oops…” you murmured sheepishly. “Billy, I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed, but he cut you off as he began to laugh.
“Maybe it’s a bit too dangerous t’get us alone in the kitchen together. We’re both a little too distractible,” he teased, turning off the other burner.
Relief filled you at his reaction, afraid he’d be upset that dinner was ruined. “So… what’re we gunna do now?” you asked as Billy turned back to you, pulling you into his arms.
“I’ll make us somethin’ else in a bit,” he mused, grinning at you. “But first,” he continued, beginning to walk you backward out of the kitchen and toward his room.
“I wanna finish what we started, so we won’t get distracted again.”
Was knee-deep in this awesome fic (X) when I read a line about Leon shaving every day (for a gig). I realized that I literally can’t picture Leon without his beard. It took me several beats to remember that he’d look like Rob. 😵💫
Hey there XD I was wondering what you could do with Winnie and Lyddie + “were you masturbating?” and/or “i didn’t like the way they were looking at you.”
Girls' Night
Win Lewis x Lydia Bellamy
Word Count: 1.1k
Warning(s): Language, Alcohol, Smut (Masturbating, Oral f!receiving, semi-public sex)
a/n: Takes place while they’re living in New York & Lydia’s still part of Rock of Ages
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The boys were off at another brother bonding basketball game for the evening, so instead of waiting for Lydia to get home after work, Win decided to come surprise her at the theatre, and by her estimation, intermission had only started a couple minutes ago.
Perfect timing, she thought with a grin as she opened Lyddie’s dressing room door.
From her couch in the corner, half undressed, Lyddie looked up wide eyed, quickly pulling her hand from the front of her knickers with a yelp.
“W-Winnie! Oh, it’s only you, I didn’t know you were coming,” she exclaimed, letting out a shaky sigh as she quickly sat up, attempting to look as if nothing had happened — as if Win hadn’t just walked in on her touching herself, a moan on her lips.
Win wasn’t about to be distracted, however, a wicked grin playing at her lips.
“Were you masturbating?” she asked, stepping closer.
“What? No!” Lydia exclaimed quickly, shifting atop the couch cushion, her face flaring bright red.
“You weren’t?” Win quipped, tilting her head as she looked down at her fiance. “So you’re not pent up at all?” she teased, watching Lyddie squirm uncomfortably, pressing her thighs together tighter.
When Lyddie didn’t answer, Win shrugged. “Guess I’ll let you finish getting ready for the next act—”
“Winnie!” Lyddie finally whined, catching her hand before she could move away. “I’m so pent up, I need you, please?” she begged, her bottom lip pushing out into a rather adorable pout and Win grinned, sinking to her knees before Lydia.
“That’s what I thought,” she smirked, her eyes flicking up to Lyddie’s as she wet her lips and pulled her fiance’s knickers down, tossing them aside before parting her legs and crawling closer.
“Were you thinking about me as you touched yourself, Lollipop?” Win asked, parting Lyddie’s folds with her fingers to give a teasing lick, rolling her tongue over her clit, extracting a needy sound from her throat as her hips jerked.
“Y-yes,” Lydia answered breathlessly, her hand seeking Win’s, who readily thread their fingers together. “But this is so much better,” Lyddie sighed, subtly grinding against Win’s mouth.
It wasn’t long before Lydia’s chest was heaving and her other hand had tangled in Win’s short green locks as her tongue deftly moved against her cunt, circling her clit like a lollipop, savouring her.
“Oh God, Winnie please! I’m so close!” she whined, squirming even more desperately.
Win’s eyes flicked up to Lydia’s face, wanting to watch her come undone, which didn’t take long under her unrelenting tongue, giving her fiance no respite until she was pressing the back of her hand to her mouth to stifle her cries. Drawing the head of Lyddie’s clit between her lips, Win gave her one last teasing flick with the tip of her tongue before crawling astride her lap to kiss her deeply, Lyddie moaning at the taste of herself.
“Oh my God, Winnie,” she gasped, catching her breath. “That felt amazing, you’re so good at that. It’s like your tongue is—”
Before she could finish that thought the five minute bell chimed and her eyes widened. Win quickly slipped off her as she jumped to her feet to finish dressing and get back on stage.
“I’m gunna watch the second half from the audience,” Win said, stealing a kiss as she half slipped out the door. “And afterwards, if you’re not too tired, we could grab some drinks and go dancing?”
“Sounds perfect!” Lydia exclaimed, grinning as she hurried out the door after Win, turning in the opposite direction.
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After the show, Win waited for Lydia to shower and they set off, arm in arm for their favourite club. The place was packed, but the bouncer ushered the girls inside, leaving a line of waiting club goers to grumble at the special treatment.
“And what’s just one of the perks of being moderately famous,” Lydia laughed, pulling Win with her to the bar. “What would you like t’drink, Winnie, darling?” she asked, catching the bartender’s attention.
“I’ll have my usual,” Win replied, shaking her head fondly. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” she asked with soft snort, grinning up at Lyds.
“Nothing,” Lydia answered, fighting back a smile as she paused to order. “It’s just been a while since we’ve had a girls’ night, that’s all.”
“I've missed this too,” Win purred, pulling Lyddie closer, just as their drinks arrived. “C’mon baby, let’s go dance,” she exclaimed, taking a long draw of her whiskey and coke as she tugged on Lydia’s arm, leading her toward the packed dance floor.
The driving bassline thrummed through them as they danced, finishing off their drinks to get closer, Win turning in Lyddie’s embrace to press her ass to hers, letting her grind against her, mindlessly writhing and gyrating to the music.
“Do you want another drink? I think I need some water,” Lyddie panted after a couple more songs went by.
“Water sounds good,” Win agreed, catching her breath.
“Okay, you stay right there, and I'll be right back,” Lyds assured her, smiling at her over her shoulder as she threaded her way back to the bar.
As she waited, Win let her gaze roam the crowded room as she tucked her sweat dampened hair behind her ear. She didn’t notice the group of guys eyeing her interestedly, looking ready to head over to talk to her, but Lydia did, and she hurried back, water bottles in hand before the group had a chance to swoop in.
“Oh, thanks, I didn’t realize how thirsty I was,” Win murmured, taking a sip as Lydia glared at the men, barely letting Win recap her bottle before Lyddie’s lips were on hers.
For a moment Win lost herself, holding onto Lyddie’s arms to keep from swooning as she kissed her back, their tongues dancing fervently.
“Not that I’m complainin’,” Win gasped, catching her breath, an impish grin curling her painted lips, “but what was that for?” she asked, gazing up at Lydia.
“Can’t I just kiss my Winnie because I want to?” she replied innocently, her eyes flicking to the men, who gaped openly now, giving herself away as Win followed her gaze, cocking an eyebrow at her.
“I didn’t like the way they were looking at you,” Lydia pouted, giving in and Win’s grin grew.
“You just wanted to show them who I belong to,” Win purred, stepping closer, ignoring the eyes on them. “Well, let them look, cause I’m all yours, Lollipop,” she cooed, kissing Lydia back.
“You know… I still owe you from earlier…” Lyddie murmured, pointing out. “I think it's time we go home so I can take care of that, and by that, I mean you,” she whispered in Win’s ear, sending heat rushing through her, reminding her just how pent up she was.
“I like th’sound of that,” Win agreed, threading her fingers with Lydia’s. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Gladly,” Lyddie quipped, flashing a triumphant smirk as Win pulled her toward the door. She knew soon she’d have her on her back and screaming her name.
Hey there... Could I possibly request smut prompts 1 and 26 with Billy? XD
Think of Me
Billy Delaney x f!Reader
Prompt: “were you masturbating?" + “do you think of me when you touch yourself?"
Word Count: 589
Warning(s): Language, Light Smut, Masturbation
“Oh God, yes. Mmmm oh Billy--” you gasped softly as you let your head fall back, your fingers rubbing desperate circles against your clit, chasing your pleasure, nearly there when suddenly your door opened.
“Surprise!” Billy exclaimed, freezing in the doorway as you gasped in alarm, hastily pulling your hand from your shorts, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
“Billy!” you cried, sitting up quickly, willing your face to stop warming. “What’re you doing here? I thought you had to work tonight! N-not that I’m not happy to see you!” you added, not wanting to give him the wrong idea.
“I got off early and wanted t’surprise you,” you explained, his eyes roaming you subtly. “Were you… masturbatin’?” he asked, taking you off guard, his lips twitching as his green eyes danced with amusement.
Floundering for a moment, you decided to just give in and admit it; you both knew he’d caught you in the act.
“Maybe,” you answered sheepishly, embarrassment filling you, warming your face, but Billy’s grin only widened and he sat on the edge of your bed. Leaning in toward you, your breath hitched as his gaze flicked from your lips to your eyes, his hand slowly sliding up your bare thigh, his fingers stopping at the hem of your shorts.
“D’you think about me when y’touch yourself?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky drawl and you shivered, your arousal from earlier returning at full force and you swallowed.
“Yes,” you breathed, shuddering as Billy bit his lip, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin near your inner thigh.
Every cell in your body screamed out for you to close the distance between you and kiss him already, your every fibre needing desperately to be touched.
“Well I’m here now, princess, would y’like some help?”
“Yes, please…” you murmured, a rush of heady warmth suffusing you. “You’re so much better than my fingers,” you murmured and he grinned as he pressed you to your back, his hand sliding up the outside of your thigh to hook under your shorts, pulling them and your knickers down.
“I would certainly hope so,” Billy chuckled, his lips brushing against yours before you pulled his shirt over his head, your hands skimming over his warm skin.
“Billy, I want you so bad,” you breathed, gasping as his lips found your neck and his fingers dipped inside you.
“Is this what you want, or somethin’ else?” he asked coyly, glancing up to flash you that cheeky smile of his.
“You know what I want, Billy Delaney, don’t make me beg.”
“What if I want t’hear yeh beg?” he teased, adding a second finger as you rolled your hips.
“Fine, I really want you t’fuck me, pretty please?” you huffed, held captive by those gorgeous emerald eyes of his.
“Mmm, that’s more like it,” he purred, kissing you deeply and stealing your breath before quickly undressing the rest of the way and slipping between your thighs with a moan.
“When you came to surprise me tonight, is this what you had in mind?” you asked as he thrust into you, his movements measured.
“Not entirely,” he admitted with a laugh that made you flush. “I figured we’d probably do some other things first t’lead up t’this part,” Billy admitted. “But I’m not complainin’. Catchin’ yeh in th’middle of things was certainly a lovely little surprise.”
“It certainly was,” you agreed, your words melting into a moan as you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
Do you have any hcs about being embarrassed to tell Luba about a kink? lol (that idea has absolutely nothing to do with reality btw what is a kink again?)
(Uh huh, sureee 😉)
If there’s a kink, Luba’s probably encountered it, so he’s not shy about it and there’s never any pressure or judgement on his part
But he can tell right away if you’re holding back or nervous about something, it’s something he’s learned to notice
he wants you to feel comfortable, so he’d take his time, aiming to coax it out of you when you’re ready, helping you relax and trust him
“Isn’t there anything you’d like me to do for you, liebchen? Anything at all?” he asks as he kisses your neck
“Well, there is one thing— but it’s kinda weird…”
When you still seem hesitant, he tsks, lifting your chin. “You can tell me, I won’t judge. Chances are I’ve done it before. But I want to make you feel good, my liebling,” he drawls, pouting at you slightly until you crack a small smile.
“Alright, but you have to promise not to laugh.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he exclaims solemnly.
When you finally whisper it in his ear a smile spreads across his face. “Oh that? That’s easy, just lie back and let me take care of it.”
Hey there, you amazing creature! Since you opened requests I was wondering if you could do anything with prompts 94 and 99 for Nathan. Thanks :3
Word count: 700
a/n: I decided to combine this prompt with another one from the I wish you’d write a fic where... bc I felt like they went together well :3
Prompt: I wish you’d write a fic where... Nathan finds out about reader's secret kink (maybe something unusual or unexpected) and he uses it to tease her throughout the day, everyone else doesn't understand what's going on. + “Do that again and we won’t make it past the door.” + “I hate you.” + “Why? I’m lovely.”
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There it was again, that warm tingling pressure between your thighs that made your legs tremble, and you clamped your jaw tight to keep from moaning before the sensation suddenly disappeared again.
Turning to shoot a glare at Nathan, he had the audacity to adopt an innocent expression. “What?” he asked, the ghost of a cheeky smirk twisting his lips.
“You know what!” you exclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him.
He’d been teasing you on and off all day like this, using his new reality warping magic to rile you up, keeping you turned on, your knickers thoroughly soaked through, til you felt you might go mad— having to adopt a straight face in front of your friends when all you wanted to do was give in and enjoy the pleasure coursing through you. There were even a few times he’d brought you right to the edge, only to suddenly stop, smirking as you gave a frustrated whine.
Though really, he was only getting you back for the torture you’d put him through the night before, telling him to give it his best shot, so you couldn’t really blame him. You counted yourself lucky that Nathan usually wasn’t the teasing type, too impatient for it, because if he was like this all the time, you didn’t think you could bear it.
As the elevator opened, you whipped around pointedly, hurrying toward your and Nathan’s flat, while trying not to look like you were hurrying, when all you wanted was to get off any way you could.
“What’s th’hurry, [y/n]?” Nathan taunted behind you, and when you turned to glance over your shoulder at him, you fought to keep your expression neutral.
“I’m not hurrying,” you said as calmly as possible, though there was still a bite to your words, and Nathan’s smirk only widened as he waved his hand lazily and the pleasurable sensation returned.
“Do that again and we won’t make it past the door,” you hissed, a soft whine slipping between your words.
“Oh? That a threat or a promise?” he chuckled, ambling closwer, his lanky form caging you in as he reached behind you to unlock the door, his smug face inches from yours.
“I hate you,” you replied instead, your words practically a moan, and Nathan’s thick eyebrows rose.
“Why? I’m lovely!” he countered cheekily, mischief dancing in his emerald eyes.
Before he could say anything else, you’d balled your hand in his shirt, yanking him forward til your lips collided, the door opening behind you and you stumbled through backward, nearly landing on your ass, Nathan on top of you. Luckily, you kept your balance somehow and Nathan moaned into your mouth as your hands went to his trousers, fumbling with the button.
With a yelp, he kicked the door shut behind him and shuffled you back toward the table, pausing to push the clutter atop it aside before lifting you and setting you down, too distracted now to keep up his little trick, and you pulled back to catch your breath.
“You’re such an arse, y’know that?” you gasped between kisses, though there was no heat to your words and Nathan only grinned, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Yeah, but y’like it,” he pointed out and you couldn’t help but flush, your face warming.
“Yeah, so?” you countered petulantly, knowing you were losing this argument— if you could even call it that.
“Y’know I can’t help but notice we’ve yet t’shag on th’kitchen table, and you’re proper wet,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
“Then what’re you waitin’ for?” you replied with a huff, though your lips quirked into a sultry smirk.
“Just for you t’ask nicely,” Nathan answered with a shrug, though his gaze on you was decidedly needy.
“Well, go on then.”
“D’you forgive me for teasin’ yeh?” he asked before lowering you to your back and working your knickers down under your skirt.
“I ‘spose so,” you mused, your anticipation building as his cock hovered just at your entrance. “You’re lucky you’re so lovely,” you purred, grinning up at him. “Now please, please fuck me, Nathan,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please shag me before I go mad.”
