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JESS I NEED YOU

RIGHT NOW

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Also not me getting ideas with these photos about very famous R&B star!Billy Russo...

THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO KILL US ALL

HELP

Also not me getting ideas because of these photos about very famous R&B star!Billy Russo....

That smooth, smooth voice of his waxing poetically about all the supposed girls he's been with when it really is just you......

The purple lighting is certainly doing something

[Warnings 18+]: smut, unprotected sex, Fem!Reader, thigh riding, dirty talk, size kink, creampie, hint of pain kink from Billy and reader, little bit of choking

Imagine Billy performing in a bar before he gets his big break, and you accidentally bump into him after his performance. Maybe you spill your drink over him but he insists on buying you a new one and the two of you get talking.

When you see his name on a poster at different bar in town you decide to drop by, and his face lights up when he spots you.

As his fame grows he releases more music and the fans are obsessed with him. The two of you remain friends and he teasingly refers to you as his number one fan. He always makes sure to keep you out of the spotlight even when you go to as many of his gigs as possible.

He asks for your opinion on everything. The two of you spend countless days together when he’s writing new music. He shares his new songs with you - even when the lyrics make you blush - and he loves seeing your reaction to everything he does.

It’s only when Billy performs at a huge club that you end up making a move.

He’s buzzing as he performs, eyes alight with excitement, loose strands of hair hanging over his forehead as he moves about the stage. His skin glows under the lights as sweat glistens over the hollow of his throat.

Swallowing hard at the sight of him, you continue to watch from backstage as he sings. Billy is the best friend you’ve ever had, of course you found him attractive, but you had never let that get in your head. Or at least, you thought you hadn’t.

As you’re walking back to his dressing room, a giddy group of fans clamour for his autograph and some photos. A few of them throw out some suggestive comments, inviting for a drink with them. Billy flirts as smoothly as he always does and something in your stomach twists.

But then he declines.

His eyes meet yours for a moment and your heart pounds.

The two of you are quiet as you make it to his dressing room. Usually, you would lounge on the couch for a while, talking about the show and making plans for the next city.

This time, you skip the downtime and you open up your suitcases to begin packing, fuelled by the need to do something with your hands.

Billy leans his shoulder against the doorframe, watching you with his dark eyes. The feeling of his gaze weighing on you doesn’t help the itch of irritation running over your skin.

“Alright, what’s bothering you?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“Was it those girls?”

Not looking at him, you fold up one of his shirts and place it in a pile.

“I know you’re a ladies man, Billy. I’m not gonna judge you for flirting.”

He raises a brow at you.

“A ladies man?”

Turning to face him, a scoff leaves your lips when you see the surprise glistening in his eyes.

“Have you even listened to any of your songs?” you remark, thinking over the countless dirty lines you now know by heart.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his tongue tracing over his teeth before he pushes away from the doorframe.

“There’s only one girl I’m ever talking about in my songs.”

His words have a frown pulling at your features. Does Billy have a girlfriend? That he hadn’t told you about? Surely you would have noticed if he was even interested in someone. His next question drags you away from your spiralling thoughts.

“Does it bother you? The flirting?”

As he stands mere inches away from your crossed arms, you raise your chin to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes makes you shiver even as you attempt to seem nonchalant.

“Why would it?”

He hooks a finger under your chin, stroking his thumb along your jawline. Then he presses the pad of his thumb against your lower lip, heat pools into your stomach as the blood rushes away from everywhere except the spot between your legs.

“You tell me, darlin,” he murmurs.

Then you spot the necklace he’s wearing. The one you had given him for his birthday.

Billy looks as confident as ever, watching as you uncross your arms tentatively. His brow raises slightly as you hook your fingers under his belt to tug him closer. When he moves easily towards you a smile spreads over your lips.

“Because you’re mine,” you state.

Billy only has a few seconds to grin, before you’re claiming his lips with your own. Slowly at first, but the kiss soon turns heated as Billy tilts his head, working his lips against yours hungrily.

He tugs you closer, so that you land against his firm chest. As he drags you both onto the couch, you tug at the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt. Billy nibbles on your earlobe as he glances down to tug off your clothes.

You’re both smiling, eager noises of pleasure falling from your lips as you grasp at one another. He spreads your legs before he rocks your hips over his thigh. When you gasp at the sparks lighting up over your body, Billy breathes out a small laugh before he kisses you again.

“All my songs were about you,” he says, his voice a delightful rasp against your skin as he trails hot kisses down your throat. “Every single one of them.”

“Billy,” you whisper softly.

Your head drops down onto his shoulder as he continues to drag your hips over his thigh.

“Thought about you every fucking night since we met.” His teeth bite down on your shoulder and you whimper, bucking your hips in a desperate search for more friction. “So I wrote it all down. Every dirty thought, every late night fantasy.”

His words spin around your head, accompanied by thoughts of his lyrics now that you know he was thinking about you when he wrote them.

“Swear you’re right for me, that pussy’s designed for me.”

A whimper catches in your throat as you recognise his words - the ones you’ve heard him sing countless times that never fail to fluster you.

“Billy, fuck, please.”

You can feel his smirk against your neck as you cling to him, nails digging into his bare skin but he doesn’t even flinch. His own nails scrape lightly over your bare thighs as your dress has ridden up to your waist.

He groans lowly when he sees the tiny panties you’re wearing that are now soaked with your arousal.

Billy shrugs off his jacket fiercely, before he’s tugging at his belt.

“Was gonna have you cum on my thigh, then my fingers. Wanted to taste you too.” He pushes his trousers down, revealing his boxer-clad bulge. “But I don’t think I can’t wait.”

You nod in agreement.

“Need you.”

He seems to notice the twinge of apprehension in your eyes as you look down at his cock. Billy strokes himself slowly, hissing at the friction.

“You sure you can take me? Want me to stretch you open a little?” he offers.

You shake your head, lifting yourself up as Billy pulls your panties to one side.

“Take your time,” he murmurs.

One of his hands curls around your thigh, gripping at the soft flesh as you line the head of his cock up to your dripping entrance. He murmurs more encouragement as you begin to lower yourself onto his cock.

“Breathe, baby.”

Exhaling shakily, your nails dig into his shoulders as gravity and the smooth glide of your arousal aids your motions. A broken moan leaves your body as you tighten around him.

“Billy,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes closed as tears track their way down your face. The stretch burns delightfully, and it’s almost too much to bear. The pleasure-pain tingles through your body as you sink lower.

“That’s it baby. Doing so fucking well for me.”

He grips your thigh tightly, his other hand fisted onto the fabric of the couch to prevent himself from pushing you down.

The last few inches seem impossible, as your legs begin to shake.

“Billy I can’t-”

He pats your thigh gently in an attempt as soothing you.

“Yeah you can, baby.”

You shake your head.

“No. I need you to…” A whimper of frustration breaks your words and Billy blinks up at you.

He rolls his hips forward slightly, relishing in the startled breath that leaves you. He grins.

“You need what, darlin? Need me to fuck you?”

“Yes Billy, please.”

“Say it.”

“Need you to fuck me, Billy,” you stammer shakily before you repeat with more confidence, “Please fuck me, Billy.”

He jerks his hips upwards, sliding the last inch of his cock inside you. The motion knocks the air from your lungs and Billy holds onto your body tightly as you squirm at the feeling of being so full.

He presses a hand over your stomach, his thumb stroking over the flushed skin there.

“That better?” he teases.

With a daze look in your eyes, you nod but plead,

“Need more, Billy.”

“More? Darlin, you got my whole cock in you, and you want more?” You nod desperately and Billy breathes out a laugh. “Greedy little thing.”

He then proceeds to bounce you over his cock, thrusting his hips hard against yours as he does. You’re both moaning loudly, every thrust shakes the couch, knocking against the back wall and you wonder if anyone can hear you.

Billy reaches down to your clit, rubbing a few harsh circles there and you clamp down on his cock. He grits his teeth, grasping the back of your neck with his other hand to pull you in for a kiss that you return eagerly.

With your orgasm within touching distance, you drag up the energy to continue bouncing on his cock despite how hard it’s getting with the grip of your pussy clinging to him and lack of help from Billy’s hands.

The hand at the back of your neck moves to curl around your throat, squeezing lightly which makes you want to beg for it harder.

“Whose am I?” You blink at him. “Tell me, baby.”

It takes a few seconds for you to realise what he’s asking for.

“You’re mine,” you whisper. Billy grins. “Mine, mine, mine…” With every word from your lips you thrust hard onto him, claiming him as yours.

“I’m yours,” he breathes out. “And you’re mine. You gonna cum for me now?”

You nod hurriedly.

“Yes, yes Billy, fuck please.”

Pleasure sparkles throughout your body and you moan loudly as you clench hard around his cock, crying out his name. He groans, still holding onto your neck.

No doubt he can feel your pulse thundering beneath his palm, the same rhythm as your pussy as it twitches around his cock. As he continues to rock into you, a whimper catches in your throat.

“I know baby, can you keep going? I’m so fucking close, I swear to God.”

His accent is stronger, honey sweet in your ears as it sinks into your pleasure filled brain. You nod, breaths ghosting against his sweat-soaked skin as you pant.

“Yes please, wanna feel you cum too.”

“Fuck, you’re a fucking angel, you know that? Yeah you are. Yeah.”

He groans loudly, his back arching as he thrusts into you, then you feel him spilling inside you. After a few weak jerks of his hips, he slumps down onto the back of the couch as he catches his breath.

As he does, you brush a loose strand of hair away from his eyes. When you smile shyly at him, he chuckles, urging you closer for a kiss.

Billy smirks when you withdraw your lips from his. He takes your chin in his hand, smoothing his thumb over your jawline as he says,

“I’m yours, okay?”

Your smile widens and warmth flushes over your cheeks.

“Okay.”

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