#billy russo x y/n
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Sneaking around
Pairing: Billy Russo X F!Reader
Summary: You've been sneaking around with Billy, and your brother finds out. Brother's best friend trope.
Reader can be read as Frank's biological sister or just adopted/raised together, whatever your heart desires
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be responsible, wrap it), p in v, billy is really fucking filthy, bit of slapping creampie, bit of physical violence, language
WC: 3k
A/N: Yay more billy! hes my favourite toxic murderer, so here we are. I also love the brothers best friend trope so I had fun writing this. hopefully it doesn't flop. Enjoy.
Billy Russo Masterlist
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Billy Russo was relentless, he was a man that knew exactly what he wanted and didn’t stop until he got it. And right now, he was getting exactly what he wanted. You, on your back, legs wide open and thrown over his shoulders as he fingered you open and his tongue abused your sensitive clit for the second time that day. And he honestly didn’t care about the amount of trouble he was going to be in with your brother.
“Fuuck. Billy please.” Your broken voice filled his ears and he could only growl in response.
His own noises sent vibrations through your core that had you digging your heels into his shoulder blades as one of your hands fisted his tousled chocolate locks, holding him against you. He took your vigor kindly as it only made him want to send you over the edge even more. He slammed his fingers into you, his palm rutting against you as he sucked on your clit. His long fingers curled against that perfect spot that made your thighs shake, and he was shaking his head from side to side as he sucked on your swollen nub, sending you into a shaking fit of sobs and moans of his name as your release coated his face and hand.
His fingers left you slowly, making sure you felt every second of it. His mouth was still on you, his tongue circling over your clit until you were pushing his head away, your body still slightly twitching. You felt him leave a kiss to the inside of your thigh, his beard leaving a delicious burn on your skin as he crawled over you, his body laying between your still shaking thighs.
“You did so good baby,” He praised, his lips attaching to that one spot on your neck he knew drove you insane. And you could only moan in response, “You’ve been such a good girl today. Want me to fill you up, hm? That what my sweet girl wants?”
You were sure your bottom lip was bright red and swollen from how hard you were biting it and you nodded a bit too quickly. “Please Billy.”
You felt him grin against your skin, and he hummed in acknowledgement before tugging his boxer briefs down his hips. And he filled you in an instant, your previous orgasms allowing him to slip in his cock with ease. Your jaw fell open in an instant and your toes curled at the delicious drag of his cock. And Billy was already closing his eyes at the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock.
“Fuck baby,” He groaned, the sound filling your ear as he lifted his head from your neck to watch the way your face twisted with pleasure with each drag of his cock. “You’re already squeezing the shit outta my cock and I’ve barely touched you. This pretty little pussy was made just for me hm?”
His words came out in a slur to you, your brain being completely consumed by the feeling of him, all you could think about how good he was making you feel, you weren’t really listening to what he was saying. He watched your face, enjoying the way he could absolutely make you fall apart to the point of not even being able to speak, but he also liked pushing your limits, as far as you would let him of course. And just as he gave you a particularly sharp thrust, he slapped your cheek softly, with just enough force to make you open your eyes.
“Hm? I asked you a question.” The low darkly tone in his voice made you inhale sharply. You stared at him with big eyes and your lips parted, whimpering softly every time you felt his cock hit that perfect spot, but you eventually nodded. “Yeah?”
You nodded again, your back lifting off the mattress as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He took your weak and pathetic sounds with pride, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down, throwing your legs high over his torso. He gripped your chin and happily took in your cries, his nose brushing against yours and his lips ghosting over yours, his own grunts filling the room. His cock hit so impossibly deep, making your legs shake each time he brushed through your walls. Fuck you were so close, and you knew he was too.
He dragged his other hand above your head, fist clenched tightly around one of your pillows as the burning feeling of your blunt nails dragged down his back, “Yeah just like that darlin’. Just like that.”
You were absolutely gone, in a different dimension entirely. The only thing you could hear was the sound of slapping skin mixed with your own cries and Billy’s groans. And then, something else rang in your ears.
“What the fuck.” Billy groaned in annoyance, his eyes landing on his phone sitting on your nightstand, right next to your bed. He lifted his head and he could see the screen light up, but he couldn’t see the name on the screen. His jaw ticked in annoyance but he reached over to grab it regardless.
You quickly noticed too, as soon as his movements stopped and you took a deep breath, eyes opening to glare at him, “Billy.”
“Shh, it’s your brother.” Your eyes immediately widened when he said that and your jaw dropped. But you gave him a panicked look when he actually answered. You were about to yell at him to hang up, but he was already answering the call. “Hey Frank. What’s up?”
This wasn’t exactly how you had planned your afternoon. You remembered, soon enough, that you weren't, in fact, supposed to be with Billy right now, because you had made plans with your brother. But the second you saw Billy standing at your door, your mind completely erased any other plans you had. And you knew damn well your brother would commit mass murder if he found you were fucking his asshole of a best friend. And you should’ve known better, but Billy was a man that got everything he wanted, and he was absolutely crazy about you from the day that he met you. You had been going out with Billy for months now, in secret of course. Which was getting harder and harder to do each day. Especially when he would do things like this. And you probably should’ve texted Frank as soon as Billy showed up, but you blamed him for that, you honestly didn’t even know where your phone was.
“Nah bro, I haven’t seen your sister.” He said, somehow, lying perfectly through his teeth as his cock still sat inside you. How, you had no idea. He held the phone to his ear with one hand as he listened, but his eyes never left you and you could see the devious look in those pitch black eyes you adored. “Shit really? I dunno, maybe she’s busy or somethin’.”
Just as he said those words he drew his hips back and without faltering, he slammed into you again. You cried out in surprise, but he saw it coming, so he slapped his other hand over your mouth, stifling the sound completely. He looked at you with big warning eyes as he gave you another thrust that had you squirming under him. You don’t know exactly how long he had you like this, or how long he stayed on the phone, somehow, his voice not once faltering or breaking aside from the occasional sigh.
“Listen, if I hear from her, I’ll let you know alright? Don’t worry about it too much, I’m sure she’s just fine.” Oh this motherfucker. You were anything but fine. You were clutching his wrist so hard you just knew it would leave a mark and you were so close that tears were filling your eyes. You hated that he could make you feel so embarrassed yet so good at the same time.
“Goddamn.” He finally groaned out, tossing his phone somewhere he couldn’t care about right now. His hand left your mouth and he leaned on his forearms as he dropped his head, all the self control he had completely leaving him.
“You asshole.” You managed to say before a high pitched cry ripped from your throat when he slammed into you, picking up the same pace he had prior to his phone ringing.
“I never said I was gonna stop.” He laughed, his head falling to your neck as he cradled your head with one hand, the other dropping between your bodies to rub harsh circles on your clit. “You did so good. And good girls get to come. C’mon, let go for me.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your orgasm hit you hard. He held you as your body shook under him, nails digging into his shoulders as you fell into a fit of sobs. His name slipped from your lips over and over as your walls squeezed his cock so hard it made his eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth fell open, low moans falling from him as he fucked you through your orgasm. He dug his fingers into your hips, most likely to leave his own marks on your skin as his hips faltered. He gave you one, maybe two more thrusts before he fell still, cock twitching as he spilled himself inside you.
“Fuuck baby,” He groaned softly, lips dragging lazily over your jaw as he sat still, his pants joining yours. "You're gonna be the death of me.”
You laughed softly, eyes closed as you dragged your fingers through his disheveled dark strands, “That, or Frank might kill you too.”
He sighed out a laugh and nodded, lifting his head enough to press a kiss to your lips, “Mhm, that too. But after a fuck like that, I’d die a happy man.”
You scrunched up your face, snorting softly at his vulgar words and you lightly smacked the back of his head, which only made him laugh even more. “Billy Russo, such a romantic. I bet you seduce all of them with that mouth.”
“Got me here didn’t it?” He grinned, his chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you with that stupid cheeky look on his face, and God you hated that he was right.
You narrowed your eyes at him, lips pursed and you rolled your eyes at him, “Alright get dressed. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”
You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, but he grabbed your chin, squeezing it as he pulled you into a deep kiss. And he didn’t pull away until he had you whimpering against his mouth, only then he moved away, pulling out of you in the process. He was going to be the death of you, if your brother didn’t kill you first.
You surprisingly managed to get yourself to the bathroom, by yourself, your legs were a bit wobbly but still stable enough to walk. You managed to find your panties and a shirt, which you figured was good enough for the time being. Now the task was finding your phone, which you knew was in one of your pockets, in the pair of jeans that BIlly had taken off you and tossed somewhere in your living room. You mentally cursed at him for that as you walked around your living room, trying to find your phone. A minute or two had gone by when you heard a string of rapid knocks on your door. You frowned softly, but your mind immediately went into panic mode. Shit. Frank.
You were praying that Billy didn’t decide to come out of your room before you could tell him. You heard another knock and immediately ran to the door. You ran a hand through your hair hoping to fix the clearly disheveled mess before you opened the door to reveal a not so happy looking Frank.
“The hell have you been? I’ve been calling you for hours. Are you okay?” He asked sternly, face fixed into a frown as he looked you over, looking for any injuries or anything alarming.
You swallowed a bit, and nodded, “Yeah I’m fine. Sorry, I fell asleep, and I don’t know where I left my phone.”
Frank invited himself into your apartment, and you scrambled after him, praying to a higher power that Billy definitely didn’t decide to come out now. Frank stood in the middle of your living room, looked around for a long minute before he turned to look at you.
“You were sleeping? You look like you got tossed across a room.” He frowned, taking in your mess of hair, stained makeup and flustered state. He gave you a suspicious look but you played off his words with a scoff.
“Oh wow, that’s so sweet of you to say. I sleep like shit, alright? Damn.” You deflected, folding your arms over your chest with a frown on your face.
Frank looked at you for another second, his expression softened a bit and he sighed out. He opened his mouth, and was about to speak again, when another voice filled the room and fuck you wanted to die right there and there.
“Baby, have you seen my—” Billy came into your living room, completely shirtless and his eyes were down as he did his belt, but as soon as he looked up all the color drained from his face. He stood frozen, eyes big as he looked at Frank. And you could see the gears turning in Frank’s head, and you saw the exact moment when bloody violent murder flashed through his face. And Billy saw the same thing. “Shit. Frank, hey, no. Hey—”
Frank was lunging at Billy before you could even say anything, and a hard fist met with Billy’s jaw in an instant. He stumbled a bit, but recovered quick enough to dodge the next punch and the one after that. He held his arms out in defense, not really trying to fight his best friend, but not trying to get his ass beat either, it wasn’t until you stepped in the middle of both of them that Frank stopped throwing punches, but he was fuming.
“Frank, Frank please just hold on a minute let me-”
“You’re fucking my sister?” He shouted at Billy, completely ignoring you.
“Well, not right now.” Billy answered, holding his throbbing jaw. Frank gave him this unhinged look that just screamed murder and he went to lunge at Billy again, but you stood in front of him, holding your hands out to keep some distance between the two of them. You looked at Billy over your shoulder and narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed out. “Frank, man, listen. Lemme explain, this—”
“Explain my ass. She’s my little sister! I’m gonna kill you, you son of a bitch.”
“Hey!” You shouted at Frank, making him actually look at you this time. You took a deep breath and took a step forward. “Let us explain, please.”
He looked down at you, his face twisting with anger, but his eyes were slightly softer now. He clenched his jaw, and his fists were also clenched at his sides, but he said nothing, so you continued.
“Listen, this, I want this. Me and Billy, we’ve been dating for months. And I’m happy, so please, could you not, kill him? I kind of need him for the relationship to work.” You sighed softly, smiling a bit as you looked at your brother, hoping he could see you were being genuine.
He looked at you for a long minute before he looked at Billy with a hard look in his eyes, but still said nothing as he glared at Billy. Billy took a deep inhale and stepped in front of you, his expression as serious as he could possibly be as he looked at Frank.
“Frank, brother, I know I don’t have the best track record but, I’m serious about this. I’d never hurt her. I oughta shoot myself first, I swear.”
“Or I will.” Frank said through gritted teeth, his expression not changing for a second, and you honestly thought he was going to punch BIlly again, but after a long silence he sighed heavily. “Bill, I’m only gonna say this once, if you ever so much as make her cry, I will shoot you in the neck.”
Billy couldn't help sigh out a chuckle of relief and he bit lip softly as he looked at Frank for a second before he looked at you, “I think she would shoot me first.”
You smiled softly, reaching out to grab Frank’s hand and squeezed it softly, “Thank you, really.”
Frank pursed his lips, his face still hard, but his eyes were much softer now, you no longer saw anger and bloody murder, you just saw your protective big brother. He ultimately nodded, “Yeah yeah. Just call me when you’re both dressed. You and I gotta talk.” He said to you with a small groan as he moved away from you, stopping next to Billy and he narrowed his eyes, “I gotta talk with you too.”
Neither you or Billy said nothing as Frank left, and only then did he reach out to grab you. He grabbed your arm and with a long sigh pulled you to his chest. “Well that went well.”
He laughed softly at your words and shook his head, “Yeah. Best case scenario he might stab me in the throat in my sleep, a pretty quick death. That’s good right?”
“You’ll be okay, I’m sure your marine self can figure out a way to live.” You giggled softly, arms wrapped around his torso as you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him, brushing a delicate finger over the red mark on his jaw you knew would bruise in a few hours. “At least we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”
He nodded, resting a hand on the side of your face as he bit the inside of his cheek in thought, “True, but he might still break my jaw if I touch you too much.”
You snorted softly and shrugged, “It’s a work in progress.”
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Billy Russo's NSFW alphabet
Pairing: Billy Russo x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 2000 words
Warnings: oral sex, multiple sex positions, sex toys, gun kink, choking, temperature play, cum play, sub/dom roles, praise kink, phone sex, if I missed anything major please let me know!
Author’s Note: what won the poll yay! template can be found here! Dedicating to my fellow billy hoe @that-sarcastic-writer, ily, here's some porn <3
PS: dividers & banners by @/saradika
Main Masterlist ・❥・Billy Russo Masterlist
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Billy is big into aftercare after sex, he likes taking care of their partner, soothing their skin, applying lotion, helping them shower, and cleaning them up thoroughly, he is into taking care of his own so he wants the same treatment for his partner.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Billy's favorite body part of his is of course his cock, he is the type of guy who has given a nickname to it and always refers to his cock as a second person rather than a body part. Now as for his partner Billy is into necks, he loves kissing and caressing and watching you squirm just from the most innocent touch.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Billy truly does love cumming, he says that it's a work of an art. and god's gift to mankind to cum on your body, he does prefer cumming on you rather than inside you cause he loves watching it spread but he's never opposed to a creampie either.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Billy would never directly tell you because he loves not losing control but he loves it when you take care of him, like praising him, telling how good he's doing, it just makes him go harder and rougher on you hearing your sweet praises. His pride though won't let him admit it because he also loves playing into the sensual dominant role as well.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Billy is one of the most experienced men in the world. He has been into women since he was a teen and knew how to chase them and make them his therefore there have been many one night stands in his life, some longer than one night and some multiple times a year. In short Billy has never met a woman he couldn't flirt with.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Billy loves it when you top him. He loves sitting back on the couch or the bed and watching you work your body on him. He will guide your hips or hold your back or your breasts helping you leverage your movements better. He is truly into the visuals and if he could he'd had you like this several times a day.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Billy is more serious than most, he loves praising you or guiding you and in a moment he might tell a joke to relax you a little but for the most part he sticks to the main part.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Billy is very much into himself therefore he takes really good care of his body with several trips to beauticians and what not so he is very well groomed and most clean.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He can get very intimate as in he loves being a romantic a heart and he loves that primal position of taking care of a woman. He loves caressing you and soothing your skin and kissing you again and again making you feel loved in the moment and watching you look at him with eyes full of love. He will whisper several i love yous in the right moment when he feels the need to.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Billy mostly likes jacking off to your pictures or videos you took together when he's away on his business trips. He loves setting up his screen to watch your pretty body or calling you to hear your sexy voice and he grunts and strokes his cock when you tell him to. He is very into masturbating together over the phone.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He is a very kinky man. There isn't any sexual position he hasn't yet tried but one of his favourites is lingerie. He loves buying you the goods himself and watching you model for him, or keeping one of your panties in his pocket.
Billy is also very very into choking you but also loves it when you choke him as well. He gets extremely aroused when you wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze and if it wasn't for his extraordinary military discipline he'd cum right there and then.
Another kink of his is temperature play, whether wax or ice or anything else he loves that slow sensual build it gives you, and loves taking his time fucking you and building up the suspense towards the main act.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Billy is the type of person who could have you anywhere and on any surface available but he's absolutely favorite is shoved up in a corner a little bit away from preying eyes because he honestly couldn't wait to get you home to fuck you. Second favourite is the car for the same reason. Then comes the bedroom only for that nice long morning fucks.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
What doesn't turn him on. Billy is a very horny man by design, because he's incredibly passionate and genuinely extremely active in all senses he rarely rests. Being in the same room with you is what drives him crazy the most, he can't spend too much time together without wanting to fuck you or thinking of how to shove you in the nearest corner. If anything you've always wondered how he can live with constantly having an almost hard-on.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Billy would never do something you didn't want to do. He is very big on boundaries and discussing kinks and what not with each other.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Billy does love giving more than receiving only cause he is such an expert with his tongue and he knows how much you also love it. Billy loves taking his time and turning into an all night activity with his shirt off cause he will get sweaty, his fingers working inside you or on your thighs and his tongue close to your cunt teasing you and working you. He also loves eating you out from the back whenever he watches you lean a little too much on the counter and he can barely help himself. Billy also likes when you ride his face whenever work stresses you a little too much.
Now as for him, he is never opposed to one although his favorite is when you want to do it while he's driving. Something about your mouth on him, your ass up with his spare hand slapping you or fingering you gives him such an insane power trip that keeps him going. Although he never would say no to a messy blowjob when he's working hard on a case.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Billy can truly be anything you need him to be. Fast or slow, he loves to build it all to keep the momentum and give you the maximum pleasure. Billy switches it up several times, going from slow to rough back to slowly kissing right before hitting the edge and back at it again. At stressful days at work he works your body like a boxing cage and on other days he works your body like a violin. It all depends on the circumstances.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He is not opposed to a quickie although he does prefer it longer. He usually goes that route during dinner parties or outings with other people. He is incapable of keeping his hands to himself even if you had fucked a minute before arriving everywhere so his option to not let other people get too suspicious is a quickie. A quick fill as he loves to call it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Billy loves experimenting, trying new things, new positions, several role play parts, trying out new toys or new ways. He is a very risky man in all aspects of his life so he makes sure his bedroom activities are also extremely adventurous.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Billy's stamina is incredible, he is the very definition of an insatiable man and therefore it's hard for him to stop. He could last a whole day teasing your denying you his cock when he feels like to but if you keep on teasing him yourself he would try his very best to please you. He always make sure you cum first regardless, but mostly he gives it all in the end.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Billy didn't had toys on his own before he met you but after he managed to build quite a collection. All of different speeds and volumes and what not, all to be used on you, when you get him his first cocksucker he almost whines about it but he does secretly use it when he's away. Now as for the cock ring he keeps it on until you tell him to take it off and he listens like the good boy he is!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Billy loves to tease but his endgame is always to fuck so his teasing doesn't take too long to stop. He just loves watching you squirm in the moment until you beg him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Billy can ber very loud for a man, he moans and grunts and talks a lot during the act. He moans when he eats you, he grunts when he fucks you and he groans when he gets inside you. It's hard for other people not to hear you when you go at it.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Billy does love his toys. But what he loves the most is his guns. He is not one to hesitate to use it during the act once he knows he can trust you and you are about as crazy as he is. He loves taking the cool metal side up your things and teasing your entrance till he slips int inside and in the same vain he likes it when he keeps it against your neck fucking you from behind. He might like it a little bit more when he also makes you cum on it and then has you lick it clean but that's for you to find out.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Billy has a perfect adonis-like body, his military training has given him the discipline and the motivation to always keep at it so this with the combination of how well-groomed he is gives him the perfect body. Now as for his cock, he is a bit lengthy cause of his tall build and girthy enough to make you remember him forever.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Billy has an incredible sex drive because he is a constantly horny man. Even worse than a teenage boy. He is always ready for it anywhere and in any place.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Billy does sleep quickly afterward especially after having taken a shower with you and wrapping you tenderly inside his arms. He sleeps with his chin on your shoulder and drifts when your breaths match up.
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just wanted to hear your voice
pairing: billy russo x fem!reader
summary: billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.
warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 1.4k
a/n: this is a very special birthday gift for my baby lea, @thyme-in-a-bubble. i'd send you a cake, but you're the superior baker between us, so i'm giving you the slutty gift of billy instead. i hope your birthday is as magical as you are, and i hope you enjoy your present. i love you endlessly. 🖤
as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated.
Billy very rarely had a hard time focusing. He approached everything, especially his empire, with tenacious determination and an insatiable thirst for success. There was no detail too small, no risk too grand, and no stone he didn’t personally overturn. His desire for perfectionism and order may have appeared as obsessive and controlling to some, but to Billy, appearances and status were everything, so it was imperative to give every task at hand his full and undivided attention.
But today, his thoughts couldn’t stop wandering to you.
All the blocks of black ink on the documents in front of him blurred into a mirage of you in that emerald green silk robe that was carelessly wrapped around your figure this morning while you got ready in the bathroom. It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. The dark green fabric looked absolutely decadent on your soft skin, pulling taut against your body in all the right places. The belt was loosely tied around your waist, leaving a large expanse of your chest on display for his viewing pleasure, the edges of the robe just barely stopping right before your nipples.
It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you.
But he had an important meeting in twenty minutes that he couldn’t miss.
Sometimes he really fucking hated owning his own company.
Billy hadn’t even heard most of the pitch during the meeting. The monotone voice of the talkative investor should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. He wasn’t a religious man, but he silently thanked whoever might be listening that black was his signature color, and that it slimmed instead of emphasized the prominent bulge in his pants.
He tried to busy himself with all the tasks that needed his attention, and fuck did he try, but his eyes could only decipher a few words before everything went blurry and shapeshifted into your form again. He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. He could’ve made you both come in a matter of minutes. He had never regretted a decision so fucking much as he did right now.
Billy made it forty-five minutes before he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached within the confines of his briefs, and he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day without some relief. Without giving it another thought, Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. He had just slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs to wrap his slender fingers around his cock when your melodic voice sounded on the other side of the line.
“Hi handsome.”
Billy sank his top teeth into his bottom lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.
“Hey darlin’. You busy?”
“Not particularly. Why, what’s up?”
“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.”
Billy swiped his thumb across his weeping tip, letting out a silent hiss as he used the spurt of his arousal as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut when your soft giggle sounded in his ear.
“Baby, you heard my voice an hour ago.”
“S’too fuckin’ long, doll.”
Another harmonious string of giggles played in his ear, and he began to slowly flick his wrist upwards in a light jerking motion, doing his best to keep his voice steady.
“Tell me how your mornin’s goin’.”
Billy caught almost every other word of your exposition, the pleasure building in his lap nearly clouding his mind entirely with lust. He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now.
“Billy?”
“Hm?”
“I said how did your meeting go?”
He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question. A layer of sweat had started to bead along his hairline, and he hadn’t even noticed that he’d begun to steadily buck his hips upwards into his own hand.
“Fine. It was fine.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before your voice rang through laced with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“M’fine, darlin’.”
“Are you sure? You sound a little out of it.”
If you were here with him right now, you would’ve caressed his face in your soft palm. Physical touch was one of your love languages, and it awoke a craving in Billy he hadn’t realized he had blocked out from a lifetime of being touch starved.
He adored all your little touches. He loved the way you held his hand proudly wherever the two of you went. He enjoyed how you always touched his arm to get his attention when you wanted to show him something. He felt a rush of warmth every time he felt your arms wrap around him from behind in a hug when you were watching him do something, or checking on him if it was late and he hadn’t come to bed yet. He liked that you were always absentmindedly adjusting his tie for him or fixing his hair back into place if it got unruly.
But he really loved the way you touched him when he pleasured you. He savored the sharp sting of your fingers tugging roughly at his dark roots to bring his face closer to your pussy when he ate you out. He got off on the pain you inflicted clawing into his back when he fucked you hard and rough. He reveled in the way you held his hands above his head when you rode his cock with a pleased grin plastered on your lips. He cherished the way you held his face in your hands when he made love to you.
All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched on the other side of the phone.
“Billy…are you-”
“I shoulda fucked you this mornin’ like I wanted, doll.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath you took. The quiet and soft moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock and nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Billy-”
“Looked so fuckin’ good in that robe, darlin’. Gonna buy you one in every fuckin’ color so I can fuck you in all of ‘em. God, I been hard all fuckin’ mornin’ from thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”
“Are you-”
“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.”
A delicate noise of desire echoed through the phone’s speaker, and it sounded like the exact one you made whenever he sucked at that sweet spot on your neck.
“Billy…”
Your voice came out in a breathless moan, and it only made him fuck his hand faster.
“Say my name like that again, baby. C’mon, lemme hear it again.”
Billy was panting heavily now, that tight band within him dangerously close to snapping. His hand was moving furiously up and down the base of his cock, and he slipped his other hand into his briefs to gently squeeze his balls.
“Billy.”
Throwing his head back against the chair, Billy groaned your name loudly when he came, his jaw hanging open as he fucked his hand through his orgasm. Warm ropes of his release painted wet stripes along his crisp white button up, and he let out a quiet moan from the overstimulation of emptying himself completely.
A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he tried to catch his breath, wiping his sticky palm off on his shirt.
“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.”
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Wrecked (Part 1)
Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader
Trigger Warnings: Discussion of infertility, attempted physical assault
Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?
A/N: Thank you to my beta reader, @whisperlullaby
Wrecked Masterlist
You were peeling potatoes when you heard the rumble of Frank’s truck as it pulled up to the cabin. Was it strange you still felt nervous when he came home after all these months? Maybe because you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. You weren’t an Omega that any “normal” Alpha would want, and you know that your relationship with Frank was born more out of solace and comfort than anything else. Still, you loved him and he seemed to love you. So, you smiled when you heard his gravelly voice call, “Hey babe.”
“Hey. I’m in the kitchen,” you reply.
“Whatcha cookin’?” Frank asks as he sets his lunch box in its spot.
“Just boring old meatloaf and mashed potatoes,” you smile at him over your shoulder.
“Mmm, does that mean I get a meatloaf sandwich in my lunch tomorrow?” Frank sidles up behind you and rests his hands on your hips.
“If you like.”
“I like,” he confirms as he squeezes your hips suggestively. “Do I have time to shower?”
“You have about 30 minutes before it’s ready,” you confirm as you rinse the peeled potatoes.
“Great,” he retreats to your bedroom and you immediately miss his warmth.
You had found each other by accident. He had come to your small town by chance. Many people passed through on their way to bigger towns but he decided to stay. He wandered into your bar, drank alone, talked but didn’t flirt as you tended to him, and ended up breaking up a fight between two alphas quite adeptly. You had been impressed and a little enticed until you noticed the claiming mark on his neck. Fully expecting him to disappear into the night, you were surprised when he showed up again the next night. And the one after that. You had joked that you should hire him as a bouncer and he had laughed but then asked if anyone in town was hiring. Referring him to the two places you knew were looking, you poured him a congratulatory drink when he told you he had landed a spot. You remember back to that time…
Close to the end of the night, you were cutting off a young alpha who took offense. You were used to handling drunks and thought you had defused the situation when he walked away from the bar. A few of his friends ribbed him and the group left just as you announced last call. You shut down, counted out, and sent the rest of your staff home. As the daughter of a prominent alpha and known as a rejected and broken omega, you felt secure in the town. Perhaps that was a bit of your own arrogance. You had just made it to your car when you were slammed against it by a large body and your head was pulled to one side by the grip in your hair.
Alcohol laden breath spoke in your ear, “You need to learn your place, ‘mega.”
“Get off of me!” You yelled, bucking against his hold.
“Don’t worry. I don’t wanna fuck the wrecked omega. I’m just gonna give you the beating your daddy never did. Pathetic, unfuckable thing you are, I’m surprised he let you live. Shoulda- Agh!” The young alpha’s words cut off by his own scream.
You’re pulled roughly to the ground by his grip in your hair but roll away from him quickly and scoot out of his range. He’s holding onto his side and you look up at the tire iron gripped in a strong hand. Following it up, you see Frank and breathe a sigh of relief. Frank is obviously not done yet as he lands another blow to the alpha’s stomach then one across the face.
He stops and leans over his prey, “Is that something like the beating your daddy never gave you? I ever see you here again, I’ll kill you. Understand?”
When no answer comes, Frank raises the tire iron for another swing but the other alpha holds his hands up and wheezes, “Yes!”
“Get the fuck out of here!” Frank yells and watches as the man scrambles off into the darkness. Turning to you, he holds a hand out to help you up, “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Thank you,” you brush yourself off as you speak, trying to appear nonchalant but clearly shaken up.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Frank grouses at you.
“I’m fine. That’s the first time-”
“It only takes one time. You have to be more careful,” Frank interrupts.
“I- I’m fine,” you say again. You drop your keys because your hands are shaking and pick them up only to drop them again.
“Hey,” Frank covers your hands with his.
“I’m fine,” you whisper again, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall.
“Hey, look at me,” Frank pulls you around to look at him. His face softens as he sees the unshed tears in your eyes, “You’re not fine. Let me take you home.”
You surrender your keys to him and nod. You tell him what direction to head in and silence stretches between you until you can stand it no longer. “So, Frank, what’s your story?”
“What do you mean?” Frank hedges.
“I mean a lone alpha wandering into town and staying isn’t very common. What brought you here? What made you stay?”
“My truck. A good bar that pours a stiff drink and a job,” Frank replies.
“Okay, then,” you recognize when someone doesn’t want to talk about their past.
“How long have you worked at the bar?” Frank asks.
“I own the bar,” you retort.
“How long have you owned the bar?”
“Since the last owner sold it to me,” you sass.
Frank surprises you by letting a laugh rumble out of his chest and you can’t help the smile that quirks your lips. His scent is suddenly stronger in the small space of your car, not hidden by the scents of the bar. It’s enticing and warm. You feel yourself responding to it and clench your thighs.
“Didn’t seem like that was your first fight. Army?” You guess.
“Marines.”
“Oorah,” you glance over at him and as headlights pass you see the mating mark on his neck again. It’s faded but definitely there. “Where’s your mate?”
Frank’s entire demeanor shifts as if a darkness had covered him entirely. He growls, “Gone.”
“I’m sorry,” you study your hands. Feeling awkward at having obviously brought up a painful subject.
“She and both my pups were killed. Car crash,” he says quietly.
“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine.”
“Since we’re on sore subjects, why are you a ‘wrecked omega’?” Frank glances over at you.
“Turn left just past the highway sign up ahead,” you point out the sign. “Because I can’t have children. My mate rejected me because of it.”
“Sounds like a jackass,” Frank says.
“He was from another pack. My father wanted me to lie to him but I couldn’t and I understood when he decided to reject me. He was very kind about it but the reason got out. It’s common knowledge that I’m broken. Take the next right and then the third left.”
“Guess that makes two of us,” Frank says reflectively.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Frank shakes his head as he takes the turns.
“Um, you’ll cross over some train tracks and then a bridge. It’ll be the next house on the right,” you explain. He nods but remains silent. You knot your fingers while trying to think of something to say. You’re relieved when you go over the bridge a few minutes later and the front porch light on your cabin shines like a beacon. “That’s it,” you point.
He parks the car, hands you the keys, and walks you to the front steps. You go up and unlock the door. Turning back, you wait for him to follow you inside.
“I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow night,” Frank turns to walk away.
“What are you doing?” You ask, confused.
“I’ll just walk back,” he shrugs.
“It’s over five miles back to town,” you say incredulously.
“I’ll be alright.”
“I’m not letting you walk back to town. Let’s go,” you tilt your head towards the house.
“I-”
“I can’t be alone right now, please,” you say in hopes of convincing him.
“Okay,” he says as he climbs the steps.
You let him in and then lock the door behind you. You take your boots off, hang up your bag, and head to the kitchen as you decide you need a drink. “Would you like something?” You ask as you pour yourself a glass of wine.
“Got anything stronger?”
“I have everything stronger,” you scoff playfully.
“Whiskey?” Frank smirks.
“Ice?”
“Nah.”
You pour him two fingers of the liquor and hand it over. Studying him over the rim of your glass, you wonder what else there was to this stranger. He was good-looking and seemed decent. You hope he is considering you just invited him into your house.
“Got an extra pillow and blanket?” He asks.
“What for?”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
You lean over the counter and give him a look, “I told you I didn’t want to be alone tonight.”
Frank leisurely lets his eyes slide down to peak at the cleavage your position was clearly showing off and smirked, “You sure?”
“Yeah, Marine. I mean, if you think you can handle me,” you toss the words over your shoulder as you walk to your bedroom.
“Oorah,” Frank grins as he follows you.
The two of you fell into a routine. He came to the bar for a drink after work, stayed until last call, and you invited him back to your place. After a couple of weeks, you offered him a key saying that working all day and then staying at the bar until close each night had to be exhausting. If he wanted, he could wait for you at the cabin. If he was still awake when you got home, you fucked. If he was asleep, he usually woke you up fucking you the next morning. He was insatiable and you enjoyed it more than you cared to admit. You had never had the sole attention of an alpha for any time outside of your heat (which was a bane seeing as your body still went through it despite your inability to conceive) and the betas you had dated never seemed to stick around long. Even they didn't want the broken omega.
In the time Frank had been with you, he gave every indication of being a good man who wanted a simple life. Despite his seeming contentment, you often wondered why he stayed and when he would decide to go. He knew you could never give him kids and in the times you’d seen him with them, he seemed entirely natural. He would be an amazing father, had been an amazing father you were sure. And it ate at you. Why did he stay? Your fear wouldn’t let you ask because that may hasten his leaving you. You never discussed your relationship. You just lived it everyday and, for the most part, you were happy.
But your heat was coming soon. It would be his second time seeing you through it and it was just another reminder of your brokenness. You would have to bring it up.
Setting dinner on the table, you jump when you feel a hand on your backside, “Oh! How does a man your size move so quietly?”
Frank chuckles, “Maybe cause I’m barefoot.”
You laugh with him as he wiggles his toes. Most see the quiet, stoic side of this man but you’ve been allowed to see the funny and sweet side of him. It’s what made you love him. After you’d both eaten a bit, you broach the subject on your mind.
“There’s something we need to talk about.”
“Uh-oh. What’d I do?”
“It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Heard that before,” Frank’s brow furrows.
“My heat is coming in the next few weeks,” you say nervously.
“Okay…”
“Will you, um, help me through it?”
“Yeah. Why are you asking? Is there someone else you want to help you or something?”
“No! I just didn’t want to assume.”
“You didn’t want to assume that I’d take care of my Omega?” Frank asks, clearly offended.
“You’ve never called me that before,” you say in surprise.
“I’ve called you that plenty,” Frank shrugs.
“You’ve called me ‘mega, occasionally Omega, but you’ve never called me yours. Never ‘my Omega’.”
“Never, huh?”
“No,” you whisper, looking away. Guilt and shame welled in you for even bringing it up.
“What is it you want from me, my Omega?”
You glance up at him. His face is curious but not angry as you feared he would be, “What do you mean?”
“Do you want me to mate you?” Frank asks as he takes another bite of his dinner.
“No!” You say a little too forcefully. Seeing Frank’s brows draw together, you babble, “I don’t expect that from you. I know I’m not what an Alpha wants, since I can’t have kids. I’m not asking you for anything. Just… just to see me through my heat.” You didn’t expect it from him. You didn’t expect any Alpha to mate you. Neither of you had even said I love you. You do love him and you think he feels something for you but you would never tell him. You wouldn’t try to force him into being stuck with you.
“I will. You would be safer if you were mated. With the bar and everything,” Frank says as he forks another bite.
“I know but there aren’t many Alphas or even Betas out there that would take a mate who can’t have kids,” you say a bit exasperated.
“Then I’ll mate you,” Frank says quietly.
Your heart swells and breaks in the same moment, “No, Frank. I know you well enough to know you want children again. I know you want to protect me but I won’t take your future from you.”
“I’m happy here with you. That’s enough for me,” Frank insists.
“Frank-”
“I’m mating you when your heat comes,” Frank interrupts before taking the last bite of his food and getting up to put his plate in the sink, effectively cutting off the conversation. He looks back and gestures to your half eaten plate, “Finish up and I’ll do the dishes.”
“I’m done,” you hand the plate to him and stand awkwardly. You aren’t sure what to say or even what you feel. You try to think of something that will take this feeling away that you’re going to ruin his future and the feeling that you were a settlement rather than a choice. You decide to pour yourself a glass of wine.
“You, uh, remember me telling you about my friend, Billy?” Frank asks as he sloshes water in the sink. You would never understand why he won’t use the dishwasher. One of his idiosyncrasies.
“Russo, right? He owns a security company?” You try to remember the details of the conversation you’d had about the man.
“Yeah, he called me today,” Frank pauses.
“...About something in particular?”
“He’s gonna pass through the area next week and wanted to stop here for a few days. Catch up,” Frank explains.
“Oh, okay. I’ll clean up the guest room for him,” you say.
“I can put him at the motel,” Frank hedges.
“He doesn’t know about me?” You ask, voice hollow.
“He knows. I just don’t want you to feel obligated to put him up,” Frank grouses.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Clearing your throat, you say, “Of course, your friend can stay here. Um, is there anything I can make that he likes?”
“Just keep the good whiskey out and he’ll be happy,” Frank smiles.
It lightens your heart and you finally feel able to take a deep breath, “That I can do.”
“Oh, and Bill’s a flirt. Don’t be surprised if he teases you.”
“Noted. You should bring him up to the bar. Cecily’s supposed to be back next week, too,” you smile as you watch Frank make a face. A long-time friend who is quite the social butterfly and ends up at your bar more often than not, had tried to rouse Frank’s interest when he first blew into town but he had ignored her attempts and played off her flirtations. She had been out of town for a while but had recently texted that she would be returning.
“Oh, god, no. Those two would create havoc together,” Frank shakes his head.
You laugh, feeling more relaxed, “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, Bill can be a bit of a troublemaker, too,” Frank confirms.
“Oh, I hope they are here at the same time. I could use some entertainment.”
“Your funeral,” Frank laughs as he shakes his head.
“Do you know when next week?”
“Nope. He’s not great at specifics,” Frank shrugs.
“Well, I’ll have the room and a bottle of whiskey at the ready,” you smile.
Frank smiles back as he dries his hands and prowls towards you.
“What’s that look about, Marine?” You narrow your eyes and move deftly around the couch.
Frank gives a low, gravelly laugh before rumbling out, “Oorah.” He begins to chase after you with a teasing, predatory glint in his eye.
“Frank!” You yell as you round the couch and stay out of his reach.
He wanted a chase and you were more than happy to oblige him. Some feral, primal part of him occasionally took hold and it was thrilling when it did. He stalked you like prey around the living room until you made a break for the back door. You fly through it with him hot on your heels. Running parallel to the creek by your cabin, you make it to the tree line and weave around the trunks. He doesn’t know the woods as well as you but he’s faster. It was only a matter of time before he’d catch up. You stop to listen for a moment but know you can’t stay still long. Hearing nothing, you decide to change directions but your mistake is discovered quickly when his arm wraps around your middle and you’re lifted off your feet momentarily. You laugh and turn in his arms to face him. He kisses you and you use the opportunity to push him while his guard is down. Something you’d never done before. He stumbles over the tree roots and you turn to run again. He catches your ankle and you go down but you manage to kick his hand away and get to your feet. You can hear him half growl, half laugh at this turn of events. You thread your way through the trees again and then skirt the edge of the creek before doubling back towards the house. You were nearly back to the tree line when your momentum was suddenly brought up short and you landed with your back against a tree. Frank’s body pinned you in place as his hands ripped open his fly. He pulls your clothing away with no patience and within seconds has your legs wrapped around him as he enters your body.
The first thrust is pure bliss. You were thoroughly wet from the excitement of the chase and he roared as he took you. He pounded into you, railing you against that tree. You clutched at him, nails raking across his shoulders and body bowed as your orgasm built.
“Alpha, oh fuck!” You cried out as you felt your body spasm around him. The orgasm slammed through you with the same hard persistence as his cock. A few more jerky thrusts and he was groaning his release. He holds you in place as your breathing returns to normal.
After a moment, you murmur in his ear, “Maybe I should call you caveman instead of marine.”
Frank laughs as he gently pulls away from you, “If I was a caveman, I’d just hit you over the head with a club and drag you to the bedroom by your hair.”
“Mmm, true. Guess I’ll just stick to calling you marine,” you lean in and kiss him.
Making your way back to the house, you look up at the first stars beginning to appear as the sun sets and make a wish. It was a stupid, silly wish that you’d made over and over again since you were a young girl. One that would never come true for a broken omega. As you looked over at the Alpha you were sharing your life with, you wondered why you still wished it. He was more than you ever believed you could have. So, why wasn’t it enough?
Part 2
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To Love You More
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: mentions of Billy’s abandonment, love confessions, maybe a swear word or two, fluffy bunnies and unicorns
Word Count: 2.3K-ish
Summary: Billy shows up at your apartment drunk. You’re surprised at what he has to tell you.
A/N: Based off of the song To Love You More by Celine Dion (don’t you judge me 🤣, the violin in it is really pretty) Sunday mornings are my alone time so I was food prepping and serenading my dog when the song came on so I continued to sing to her and this idea popped in my head. I hope you like it ♥️
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The three loud raps against your door startled you.
The noise scared you bad enough to cause you to toss some of your popcorn onto the floor. You managed to regain control of your wine glass before you dropped that onto the floor too. Pausing the movie, you placed the bowl and wine glass onto the coffee table and cautiously walked over to the door.
The clock on the microwave read 1:25 AM.
The three knocks came again along with a voice you recognized. “B-baby you awake?” He boomed from the other side of the door.
“Billy? Is that you?” You asked, relaxing a little when you heard your boyfriend’s voice.
“C-can y-you lemme in s-sweet girl? P-please? I-I f-feel like I’m gonna f-fall over.” He slurred.
Oh boy…
Billy had an event for his company, Anvil, tonight. As CEO, he had to make an appearance but by the sounds of it, he stayed a little longer than he probably should have.
Your relationship with Billy was still somewhat new; he hadn’t asked you to accompany him to one of these events yet and you were using the term “boyfriend” loosely.
The two of you spent a lot of time together but you just assumed he didn’t want to put a label on it and you couldn’t shake the feeling you were just setting yourself up for a heartbreak because you knew a lot of men like Billy…and dated them. They didn’t have relationships or want them; they just played with you until they were ready to move on.
But unless Billy was an exceptionally good actor, he really seemed like he was having a lot of fun with you and in turn, you were having a lot of fun with him. More than anything, you wanted this relationship to work because he made you feel loved even if he hadn’t said it out loud.
You opened the door. Billy stood leaning against the doorframe; his tie was loose around his neck. Normally perfectly styled, his ebony colored hair was slightly tousled and grazed the top of his eyebrows, and the top buttons on his crisp white dress shirt were undone. He still looked incredibly handsome.
Billy’s cheeks were flushed from the chilly winter air as he greeted you with that familiar million-dollar smile. His eyes were halfway open and you could still smell the bourbon on his breath as he pinched your chin and gave you a slightly sloppy kiss.
“W-well don’t you look a-adorable!” He exclaimed.
You chuckled a little and bit back a smile because you were just wearing pajama pants and a ribbed tank top. It wasn’t anything special.
“I-I had that work th-thing tonight.” He said, gliding into your apartment and trying not to lose his balance. “I-I might ha-have had a little tooooooo much to drink.”
“Yes, it does seem like you had one too many.” You said, biting back a slight smile. “Come on, lieutenant. Can you make it over to the couch?”
Billy started to carefully walk over to the couch when he looked down and noticed your spilled popcorn.
“Y-you sp-spilled some, baby. Oh shit…d-did I sc-scare you when I knocked on the d-door?” He asked, trying his best to not slur his words.
“A little.” You replied. “But it’s ok. What are you doin’ here, Billy?”
After removing his jacket, you helped Billy sit down. His long, slender fingers grazed the skin of your lower back when he lifted the hem of your tank top as he planted himself on your couch. Shivers danced up and down your spine while goosebumps sprinkled across your exposed skin. His touches always burned your skin in the most delightful way, every time.
“I-I just missed youuuuu. Y-you shoulda come w-with me tonight. Oh, I-I probably should have asked you to come with m-me.” He said, nervously.
It had to be the alcohol making him say all this but it made your heart swell to hear that he missed you.
Making sure he was seated firmly on the couch, you tried to let go of his hand to walk away. “I’m gonna get you some water and ibuprofen, I’ll be right back.”
Billy didn’t let go of your hand.
“I scared y-you tonight, huh. I g-guess I just scare everyone. Anyone that tries to get close, I p-push them away. I p-pushed my mother away too, ya know. Sh-she didn’t want me either.” He said, his voice a little steadier.
Billy didn’t talk much about his childhood. You knew he was a product of the system but he didn’t elaborate on that after he told you. That was the first time he had ever mentioned his mother to you.
Crouching down in front of him, you looked into his eyes, brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs and replied, “You haven’t pushed ME away, baby. I’ll always want you.”
With his other hand, he pushed back the hair that had fallen into his eyes so he could get a better look at you. His mouth split into a shy smile as he leaned in to touch his forehead to yours. The scent of bourbon was on his lips as he softly pressed them against your freshly cleansed skin and you inhaled the aroma of his spicy cologne.
“I-I don’t want to push you away, my love. I’ve waited a long time for you.” Whispered Billy. “Y-you let me be…me. I love you, y/n.”
Billy didn’t know what he was saying; he couldn’t have meant that. The alcohol flowing through his veins clearly allowed him to talk freely and tell you things that he never told anyone else. You thought maybe he would later regret doing that but it was too late now.
“Ok, you’ve had a lot more to drink than I thought and I know you don’t mean that but I’ve told you before, you can always be yourself with me, Billy. I will never judge you.” You said in barely more than a whisper as his eyelids became heavy and you coaxed him to swing his legs up onto the couch. “Lie back for me, baby. Thaaaaat’s it…”
“No, I really do mean it y/n!” Said Billy, in a slightly elevated tone.
“Oooooook, time to get some sleep, soldier.” You replied, playfully.
He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. His lean body was fully stretched out with one hand resting on his chest, the other was draped off the side with his knuckles barely skimming the floor as you gingerly covered him with a blanket.
Before turning off the living room lamp, you watched Billy sleep for a few minutes, stroking his handsome face with your knuckles and you warmed his skin as you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek and then to his lips.
He didn’t move.
In the gathering darkness, before going to your bedroom, you whispered in Billy’s ear, “I’m always here for you, Billy. I love you too…goodnight my love.”
Your pillow cradled your head as you stared up at the ceiling, thinking about Billy’s confessions to you that left you wondering if he meant any of what he had said and would he remember any of it? If you were to put any money on it, you would have said he wouldn’t remember any of it, deny that he even said anything, or blame the alcohol and he didn’t mean a word of it.
Before drifting off to sleep, a slight smile stretched across your lips. He came to you wanting nothing more than to tell you that he missed you, that he wanted you by his side tonight and upset with himself that he didn’t ask. With zero hesitation, you would have said yes.
Well…there was always next time.
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Your eyes lightly fluttered opened and closed again as the mattress dipped underneath you. A warm body spooned up behind you and Billy kissed your bare shoulder. A handful of hours must have passed as the early morning sky was just starting to lighten. He must have stripped down to his boxer briefs because you felt his skin touch yours as his long arms wrapped around your waist.
Humming into your ear, he kissed the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You loved when he did that and a soft moan of his name escaped your lips as a reflex.
“Mmmmm…Billy.” You said.
Billy buried his head into your neck like a cat, desperately wanting to be as close as he possibly could to you. He gripped you tightly, possessively like he was afraid to let you go as he purred into your ear, “You meant it, right baby? That you’ll always be there for me?”
In the liquid darkness, you turned to face him. You couldn’t see him with the exception of some of his features. His lips were close to yours as he repeated, “I heard you. You said you’d always be there. I’m not making that up, right?”
Slowly, you extended your hand, reached for him, and started to gently rake your nails against his scalp as you replied, “Of course, Billy. As long as you want me, I’m here baby.”
“As long as I want you?” He questioned. “As long as YOU want ME!” He said.
Billy’s lips crashed against yours, his hands tightly gripped your waist, your lips parted as his tongue slipped into your mouth, wanting to tangle with yours. His raven colored hair glided in between your fingers and you could feel a trace of his smile against your lips as he continued to kiss you in the softly filtered glow of your bedroom.
After and holding you in a firm embrace, he told you about his mother and it wasn’t a mystery anymore of why he didn’t trust people, or why he didn’t let anyone get too close. He was afraid of being abandoned again.
Billy never wanted to feel the way he did standing outside that fire station, a scared little boy wondering what he did wrong for his mother to leave him and never come back. It wasn’t his fault and you made sure to tell him that he did not push her away. That was all her doing.
As he spoke, you wondered if Billy could ever completely forgive his mother for what she did. And if he could, he’s a much better person than you are because you could never forgive her for that. The dull ache in your chest persisted as you felt your heart break for him.
Billy was a child, he didn’t deserve to be treated that way, but she earned everything she got in return. She didn’t deserve a second chance, not after abandoning her own child like she did.
The stars slowly disappeared as the sky started to brighten. And in that early morning light, you could finally see Billy’s dark eyes fixed on yours, like he was waiting until he could actually see you to say what he wanted to say next.
“I know you thought I was too drunk or that I didn’t mean it but I do mean it, sweet girl. I love you. I’ve never told anyone about her except you because I feel like—“ Billy said then paused.
It was a struggle for him to tell you how he really felt but he was trying and you could never fault him for wanting to be better.
He continued.
“I feel like I can…trust you.”
Love and trust…those were two things Billy never thought he’d ever experience. You’ve never given him a reason not to trust you. He said it earlier…”You let me be…me.” If he wanted to talk, you would let him and no matter how much or how little he wanted to say, that was enough for you.
Even though he had trouble verbalizing how he was feeling, he would show you how much he cares with a surprise cup of coffee at work in the middle of the day, or a donut from the place down the street because you “like their sprinkles,” a walk in the park on a warm sunny day, or reading to you because he knows you love listening to his voice.
Those were just a few of the ways Billy Russo expressed his feelings for you. Deep down in the pit of your stomach, you knew he meant what he said. Those three little words he never expressed until tonight…to anyone.
Feeling the warmth of his skin, you inched closer to him and his gentle exhale brushed against your lashes; you gave him a warm smile and gently pressed your lips to his.
“I love you too, baby. And you can trust me that no one will ever love you more than I do.” You said softly against his lips.
The night blackened window of your bedroom had started to brighten with the sun attempting to break through the small space in between your curtains as you held each other in silence.
Sometimes words weren’t always necessary. Actions speak volumes and really attest to someone’s feelings and intentions toward you. Putting his trust in you helped to pick up the pieces of Billy’s broken heart and carefully put it back together again.
Billy didn’t say anything else and he didn’t have to. The way his lips crushed against yours, how he lovingly kissed every inch of you, his fingers tracing all the curves and hollows of your body, and how gentle he was when he caressed your face…there wasn’t any doubt in your mind now that Billy Russo adored you, that he only wanted to be with you, and more than anything, that he loved you.
I’ll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I’m the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more
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kinktober, day twenty
a/n: I just want this guy to be obsessed with me, is that too much to ask?
warnings: perv!billy russo x neighbour!reader, smut, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation
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You hadn’t lived in this apartment long before you got acquainted with the man across the street, the vast windows in either of your homes let you have an intimate view of each other’s worlds.
Zoning out while staring at neighbours’ windows was normal, but this certainly wasn’t.
You had never actually spoken to the guy, didn’t even know his name, yet the two of you interacted every single day. Your eyes always seemed to find his window, and every time they did, he was always right there staring back at you.
It was around now that it occurred to you that maybe all of the careless little things he did hadn’t been so careless after all… Maybe him leaving his towel in the bathroom only to stride past all of his wide windows just to take a million years in front of his closet to decide what suit he’d wear that day was just a ploy, some cocky way of telling you exactly what he wanted without even speaking at all.
There certainly wasn’t any air to clear now that you propped your legs further up on the chair you sat on, circling your puffy clit as you stared at his tight fist gliding up and down his length.
If only you could hear him now has his lips parted, his dark eyes shamelessly glued to the show you were giving him in return.
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Part 13
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Warnings: Stalker vibes, confrontations, anxiety.
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"There's something you haven't explained to me." Billy says suddenly.
You pause, from sending your messages, looking across at him from your spot in the passenger seat.
You raise your eyebrows expectantly.
"Why do you think hackers- or people trying to breach security in general- would underestimate the level of sophistication of the system?"
You take a deep breath, lean back.
"Because," You say with a tired sigh, "When they search up the company structure, they'll see me as a consultant."
"You?"
"Female." You clarify.
"You really think that people will make that assumption?"
"Why not? It's been happening for most of my life anyway, I'm just weaponising it now."
He's silent for a long moment.
"I'm sorry that you have to go through that."
"It's fine," You sing, "It means I get to design a system that looks dumb but ruins some fucker's life."
He smiles fondly, glancing over at you.
"Come over to my place next week, I'll do the cooking this time."
You hum, prolonging your response so that it seems like you take some time to decide.
In reality, saying no was never an option.
"Sure, I'd like that."
You don't notice the way his shoulders drop subtly, relaxing, just moments after.
.
It's not as difficult to leave your place alone as it was before.
Sure, for those first few weeks after the robbery, you'd only gone to and from work with Billy and occasionally, one of your friends would accompany you to the supermarket.
Today, when Amy calls to find out of you're still on for later, you pause, and tell her that maybe you're going to try to go by yourself today.
She's quiet for a moment, and you can almost hear her thinking.
"Okay, but please call if you feel even a little bit unsure?" You can hear the worry in her voice, you know that she's thinking about the first time she accompanied you, and you hid in the bathroom for ten minutes cause you thought you were being followed.
"I will, Amy, thank you."
Truthfully, you could never shake the feeling that you were being watched.
It went with you everywhere, like a shadow that just kept coming back no matter how much light you shined on it.
You tried to take deep breaths, and reassure yourself that everything was okay. It was the best you could do.
Billy was the only person that made you feel completely safe, his knowledge and background meant that you could very much trust whenever he said you weren't being followed.
But now? Alone like this, you try not to look over your shoulder too many times when examining apples, or not to freeze up when someone got too close to you.
Overall, at the cashier, you find yourself a little glad that you're able to at least get this far despite anything that may happen later.
It's a step in the right direction for your self-empowerment, a reminder that time can sometimes help repair the damage caused by traumatic events.
You're piling your groceries into the trunk of your car when you hear someone say your name.
Freezing in fear is a normal response for you, but once again, you do your best to breathe through it, and turn.
"Andrew? Hello," you greet.
Your former boss gives you a sharp smile and approaches. You take your time, assessing him as a possible threat.
He looks a bit sallow, the underneath of his eyes are a little grey, possibly with lack of sleep, a shadow of a beard sprouting on the base of his face.
He looks a bit unkempt, his hands in his pockets and you make sure to casually put your trolley between him and you for safety.
"You look like you're doing great." He says, taking in your piles of items, and then carefully looking at you.
You watch his eyes trail down your body and your head lights up with warning signs.
You smile politely, nodding your head.
"I'm fine, I hope you are too." You offer lightly, trying to finish packing your car as quickly as possible.
"Well, when you left, the everyone was counting on Anvil to accept our offer. When he declined, the board decided I wasn't good enough at my job."
You swallow. Is that was this was? A guilt trip?
"I'm sorry to hear that." You state calmly.
He takes a shaky step forward, and you stand your ground looking right at him. You think if he tried something, the shopping cart would come in handy in keeping him away from you.
"It's odd though, I keep playing my last meeting with Russo over and over in my head, and do you know what stood out to me?"
You don't respond.
"What stood out," he continues, "Is that Russo only wanted you."
So this was an accusation.
"Now why would he want someone like you, if you weren't fucking him?"
You press your teeth together angrily.
"Fuck. You." You grit out.
He blinks, having never seen you this angry before. You continue before he has the chance to speak.
"You think I wanted to leave? I left because you kept treating me like shit. Over and over again, and now you think you can come here and accuse me of this? No wonder you got fired when I left, because you couldn't keep taking credit for my work."
"You little bitch." He says taking another step forward until his body is right against the shopping cart. He grips the metal side of it, leaning forward even more in an attempt to get into your space.
"I vouched for you so many times. I'm the reason you got this job in the first place. You were nobody, nothing, until I decided to give you a chance. I've been watching you for a week now, trying to get you alone to talk to you, and you've been hooked to William Russo like dirt under his boot, and you want to tell me you aren't fucking him?"
You feel the fear of realization sink under your skin. Your stomach turns, making you nauseated.
"You've been following me?" You ask, in a much smaller voice than you want to.
He frowns, pushes away from the trolley and turns his back to you for a moment.
"Don't flatter yourself, I only wanted to talk."
He grits out.
You don't say anything, just watching his figure, trying to figure out how to get away from him.
You close your trunk, he watches you return your cart to the little docking station nearby.
"I'm sorry for the way things turned out." You say to him finally, trying to ease the tension.
He studies you for a long moment.
"You can fix this. Bring Russo back to us, they'll take you back, you can vouch for me like I once vouched for you."
"I'm not going to do that."
He grunts angrily, taking steps to approach you.
You back away, but he just keeps coming, he's almost in your personal space when suddenly a hand claps down on his shoulder.
The parking lot security guard looks very stern as he pulls Andrew a safe distance away from you.
"Is this man bothering you?" The security inquires in your direction.
You gulp, thinking that if you said 'yes,' you'd be forced to stand around here for longer.
"A bit, but I just want to leave." You finally say.
The guard nods, standing as a wall between Andrew and you, and you take the out, sliding into your car as fast as you can and reversing out of your park.
You don't look back.
.
'I don't suppose you could spare a moment to come over?' You send in his direction.
You swallow, turning your phone over in your hands, deep in thought.
You phone vibrates, you glance down.
'Be there in 5.'
"It's open." You say, when you hear a knock on the door.
He comes through slowly, no harsh sounds ever present when he's around.
"I know this building is safe, but you really should check before you let people in. What if that wasn't me?"
You don't answer, just staring at him as he locks the door behind him.
You sigh, your feet tucked under you as you lounge on your couch, your third glass of wine cupped securely in your hands.
You look up when he says your name.
You study him the same way he studies you. His hair is wet from a recent shower, but he's dressed comfortably this time, in black sweatpants and a soft green hoodie. He looks so comfortable, and the words 'boyfriend material' spring to mind, your mouth twitches, deep in thought, thinking about what he would say if you said that to him.
"Are you alright?" He asks after studying you.
You nod, taking another long sip of wine. He looks behind you, probably noting the abundance of unpacked groceries on your kitchen counter. You'd brought most of them up, only really worrying about the frozen and refrigerated items before you'd stopped, in favour of the sweet white you were now holding.
"Sometimes, I really hate the field I chose."
Billy looks at you for a moment, trying to read into you, but you know he doesn't have all the information.
"Why?" He asks, stepping forward and dropping into the spot beside you easily.
You rest your cheek on the back of the couch, looking up at him.
"It would be easier. I could have picked the culinary arts instead of this and no one would question if I was sleeping with my boss everytime I did something good."
"Someone accused you of that?" Billy asks evenly, doesn't take his eyes off of you.
You sigh, nodding, swirling your wine around in your little cup- not using a piece of glassware out of fear that you may break it.
"Andrew," You say softly to Billy, despair heavy in the farthes reaches of your mind.
"He followed me, confronted me, accused me, and then tried to bargain with me to come back."
You sigh, sniffling for a brief moment, fighting the pressure behind your eyes as tears pool.
You blink quickly to stop them from falling.
"He told me that I would be nothing without him. And all the way home I kept thinking that if I'd just picked something else, anything else, I might be a little bit happier."
A teardrop splashes into your wine, you wipe at it quickly.
He lets out a slow breath and you glance up at him in surprise, half realising that he's still here, watching you.
His dark eyes are tender, studying you in great detail before lifting a hand and crooking two fingers at you.
"Come here." Is all he says.
You breathe out a rush of air, knocking back the last two moutfuls of wine in your cup before setting the item on the little table in front of you.
You move slowly, giving him a chance to change his mind, leaning into him, and slowly resting your head into the crook of his neck.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you even closer until you're half seated in his lap.
There's just a rightness to being in his arms that finally breaks the dam inside of you. You let out a little sob, and his arms tighten around you as your body begins to shake as you cry.
"Sorry," you hiccup, "I- I'm sorry."
He shushes you softly, his cheek resting on the top of your head.
You feel small in his arms, a fragile thing made to be picked up and cared for and he very sensation makes you cry harder because it feels good, and you find yourself unable to gather the strength to think about pulling away from him. His scent is around you, his body pressed so tightly to yours that there's no gap between you.
There's a small abstract moment in your head, that you're able to identify a wholeness that wasn't there before.
You shiver, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks, noting the feeling that you'd never realised you were missing something until he took you into his arms.
His thumbs wipe at your fresh tears, pushing them back, forcing them away.
You press your head back against his chest, shudders out a sigh as his arms go right back around you.
"There's so much I want to say," Billy starts, "I don't even know where too begin."
You sniffle.
"You don't have to." You murmur, hoping that he doesn't feel obligated to comfort you with his words.
You feel your head begin to swim as your third glass of wine begins to catch up to you.
"When I started Anvil, I had nothing." He says, his voice smooth and deep in your ear.
"There was me, and an idea, and I made a lot of questionable deals in order to get my company started."
You hear him swallow.
"There was one man, he believed that because he gave me a chance when no one else would, that he owned me. He treated me like his own personal dog, and for a couple of years, all I did was whatever he asked."
You listen intently, melting into him as he begins to rub circles into your lower back.
"It took me a while- longer than I'd care to admit- to understand that just because he helped me, it didn't mean I owed him everything. Sure, his generosity was appreciated, but it was my work that took Anvil off the ground, and seeing how far it's come, how far it has yet to go, and how much good it does makes it worthwhile for me."
He takes a moment to catch his breath.
"What I'm saying is, that you don't owe anyone a damn thing. Your successes are your own, because you did them." He makes a little sound of amusement at the back of his throat before continuing, "You're the secret ingredient."
You sniffle, smiling at his words.
"Andrew thinks he gave you these opportunities out of the goodness of his heart, but that's bullshit. You showed him who you were, and he picked you because he thought you were good at your job."
"And you?" You ask, desperate to hear it, "Why did you pick me?"
He makes a tiny huff of amusement.
"Because I love my company," You feel his face press into your hair, "And I wanted to give it the best chance, which is you."
You sigh, pressing yourself as close to him as possible, breathing in that amazing spiced scent, before relaxing fully, turning to a boneless mass in his arms.
"Thank you." You finally say to him.
He makes a deep sound in the back of his throat, you feel the vibration against your cheek.
He doesn't let go, and you have to motivation to pull away.
You're so at ease that you can't help closing your eyes, falling asleep in his arms without a second thought.
.
He holds you for a long while, a stupid smile on his face as he breathes in your strawberry scent.
When he's sure he won't wake you, he slips a hand under your knees, and stands with you in his arms.
You make a little sound, your arms wrapping tighter around his neck.
Billy takes his time, walking you to your bedroom, pulling the covers back and placing you down.
You don't let go of him, clinging like a koala, his eyes widen as you almost pull all of his body weight on top of yourself, he catches his weight on his arms before he crushes you.
He tries to pull away but you're not having it, maneuvering him in your sleep, until he's on his back, and your body is cradled against his, your head on his chest.
He lets out a breath of amusement, raising the hand that isn't pinned under you to stroke you hair.
He hears you hum in bliss and he smiles.
He wants to worship you so badly, kiss every inch of your skin, and then twice over for good measure.
He can't help it, pressing his thumb over the pout of your lips, his heart flipping when you draw even closer to him.
How can he pull himself away from you now? What kind of strength would that take?
Billy thinks about what would happen if he stayed right here beside you, if you wake up in the morning and find him here, you'd probably be so at ease.
He wanted that, he would probably kiss you at some point.
He can feel his heart racing as he thinks about it, kissing you breathless, giving you rounds of uninhibited pleasure, hearing you beg for him as if he would ever deny you.
But what about after?
He swallows, worried about after.
He wouldn't be able to keep himself away from you. Once, would never be enough.
He'd have to have you, over and over and over, never wanting to hide your relationship.
But that would make rumors true, it would invalidate your successes because you were sleeping with your boss.
The breath that escapes him is so pained that it takes him a second to take another.
He'd never forgive himself if he ruined your reputation that way.
He sighs, tracing the back of his hand over your cheeks and listening to the way you sigh.
He knew what you wanted, your body made it crystal clear everytime he was around you, calling out for him, and if he were a weaker man, he'd oblige.
His relationship with control was strained on a good day. The military had helped him focus his anger, train his rage and his bloodlust, but nothing had trained him to control his desire.
As Billy looked at you, sleeping in his arms, he felt his control grinding down with each breath you took.
It was only a matter of time.
.
Alone.
Again.
You sit up, taking a sad breath.
How did he always manage to slip away from you? Why?
What would it take to wake up next to him?
A question that goes unanswered.
In your kitchen, you're stunned to find that all your groceries have been packed away, only a few items in unfamiliar places. A warm feeling in your chest, you almost want to text him and thank him, except that you remember the last time you did that he left you on read. You decide to tell him in person when he's taking you to work.
You get dressed for work like usual, but when you're halfway ready, you pause, thinking about Dani's words from a few days ago.
In an effort to torment him, you shed your fancy work shirt and grab one of the work appropriate dresses in your closet.
It's sky blue, with half sleeves and matching belt. You're not sure if it will even catch his eye, but you decide to try anyway.
Except that when you step out of your aparment building, it's not Billy waiting for you.
You've seen Sergei around before, but you blink in surprise when he nods his head at you, and pulls open the back door of the car he's standing in front of.
Your heart plummets.
He'd sent someone else to pick you up.
You smile at Sergei, asking him for a moment before you pull your phone from your pocket and dial his number.
"Russo." Is what he says when he answers.
"Hey," You greet lightly, trying to be quick, "Did you send someone else to take me to work?"
He's silent for a moment.
"Yes, I-"
"Okay thank you," you interrupt, not interested in hearing what he had to say, "Just checking to make sure. Bye."
You end the call, staring at your phone for a second before shaking your head.
You turn to Sergei, giving him a smile and a word of thanks as you slide into the back seat of the car.
"Do you have any music preferences?" He asks kindly, and you wonder briefly if that was even in the scope of his job.
"Anything is good with me." You respond, crossing your arms and looking out the window angrily as he begins to drive.
You have many hindsight realisations on your way to work, that you really could have driven yourself. The only reason you were okay with Billy taking you is because he was going in the same direction anyway.
This just seemed like way too much time and effort to get you to work.
You try to make excuses for Billy, like maybe something urgent happened at work, or something personal, you didn't really know every aspect of his life now did you?
But you knew in the back of your head, that this was something he always does. He gets close, gives you blissful peace, and then pulls away, ignores you for a few days.
Frankly, you've hit your boiling point, and by the time you get to work, you're fuming.
You drop your things on your desk, and you give your coworker a big smile when she compliments your dress.
You'd worn it for him. Pathetic.
You make it up to his office, smiling at Katerina, his secretary, asking her if he's available and waiting for a yes before you knock on his door and enter when he says.
He doesn't even look up at you.
Taking notes at his desk, and there's just so much anger inside of you that you're not really thinking straight.
"Is there something you need?" He asks flatly, still not sparing you a single glance.
So he knows it's me, you think, and yet somehow he refuses to look up.
It cuts like betrayal.
"I can drive myself to work from now on, thank you."
He pauses, finally, looking up at you.
You watch him swallow.
"I insist, really, it's safer this way." He says.
"But inefficient," you counter, "To have Sergei go out of his way no doubt, when I have a perfectly good car."
He looks like he wants to argue, but can't form the right words.
He stands, eyebrows drawn, coming to stand in front of you.
It's probably a bad idea on his part, given your warped headspace, your eyes drop to his lips for a brief moment, before going back up to his dark eyes when he speaks.
"Very well, if you insist on driving, it's your choice."
You nod sharply, your throat closing up in despair. Was this the end of your friendship?
"Good." You say, no emotion in your tone, "One more thing."
"Yes?" He asks.
You swallow, grabbing the knot of his tie and pulling him down a little, while simultaneously rising onto your toes.
You don't give it a second thought, pressing your mouth to his.
It's like fireworks going off in your head, sparks spilling over and scattering into the farthest reaches of your mind.
You let out a little sigh of bliss into his mouth before releasing your grip on his tie.
You pull back from his mouth, taking a deep breath to apologise when suddenly his hands are on your hips. You feel the way his fingers twitch, as if he's fighting something bigger than you.
You gasp as he pulls you closer, body pressed tightly to his and you look up into his eyes.
He angles his head down, and his mouth is on yours once more.
He returns the kiss this time, with eager hums and steady pressure. It's greater than any other kiss you've ever experienced.
Your chest feels warm, your stomach flips, sizzling sparks work their way over your skin.
Your hands grip his shoulders, snaking their way up behind his neck.
He groans, hot breath into your parted mouth and you accept the sound greedily, more desperate for him than ever before.
He turns you, presses you up against his desk, braces his arms on either side of you for a moment before his hand cups the back of your neck securely.
It's all consuming, the way his mouth moves this way and that, the friction of his beard on your chin the taste of his mouth threatening to undo you.
His blunted fingers pressing tight into your skin, his hands wander your body, reaching for your knee, raising it to wrap around his hip. Your clothed center just barely brushes a hint of stiffness at the front of his pants and all you're thinking in various levels of enthusiasm is 'yes.'
The loud pitch of his ringing phone startles you. You shove him away quickly in surprise, gasping as you slide from your spot between him and his desk.
Your body is hot, cunt throbbing, skin hypersensitive and aching for his hands.
You suck in a big breath, smoothing your hair over in a panicked frenzy and running your hands down your dress.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Had you really just did that? Kissed him when you'd come in here to tell him off?
You try to take another measured breath but Billy seems to have taken all the air in the room with just one touch of his lips.
.
"Russo." Billy says, leaning over the desk, putting his phone on loudspeaker.
"Apologies for interrupting, but Miss Meachum is here and demanding to meet."
Billy huffs, of course he'd be interrupted by a Meachum. The entire family never understood boundaries.
He looks over at you, facing the windows, taking deep breaths and looking more and more flustered by the second.
"Tell her I'll be with her shortly." He says, hanging up right after.
He studies you, the ripe scent of your arousal filling the air. The panther tears at him, to sit you on his desk and follow through with exactly what he was about to do.
When he resists, the beast plants images of you writhing in pleasure as he licks your strawberry sweet cunt. His cock is half-hard, growing more erect with each second his mind replays what it was like to finally have your soft lips on his.
He swallows, opens his mouth to speak.
You beat him to it.
"I'll drive myself to work from now on." You utter harshly.
He watches in disbelief, mouth parted, as you head to the door, opening it and stepping out without so much as a glance at him.
It's all he needs to realize how much he's fucked up.
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A/N: sorry 😞
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A Marriage of Sins
Pairing: Forest Demon!Billy x Demon Hunter!Fem!Reader
Summary: When you hear of a demon living in an abandoned church in the woods, you know you need to investigate. But how could you know that the demon was just your soulmate waiting to marry you?
Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, dub con vibes (there’s no explicit consent given, but they’re soulmates so the reader gives in pretty easily), bondage, religious imagery, spitting, wife kink, praise kink, tiny bit of spanking.
A/N: not extensively proofread so sorry if there’s some mistakes.
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The church was abandoned.
That’s what the nearby villagers had told you. But as you push your shoulder against the dark oak door, light spills out towards you. The candles are lit and there’s a pleasant warmth that spreads through your body, urging you to step further inside.
Despite the vines crawling in through the cracks in the walls and the roots that are beginning to crush some of the pews, the church looks untouched by the world outside.
But there’s a reason why you’re here.
For a demon to inhabit such a sacred place, they must be incredibly powerful.
As you walk down the aisle, there’s a snap of broken glass being crushed beneath someone’s heel. When you turn, knife already in your hand, there’s no one there.
Continuing to venture further into the church, you stop at the altar, examining the contents laid out on the stone table there.
An ornate dagger, a small wooden bowl, two pieces of ribbon - one black, one white - both made of velvet. It looks like some sort of ritual is being prepared.
On a worn piece of paper, an incantation has been written in Latin and you almost make the mistake of reading it aloud. It’s then that you hear a soft chuckle, carried on a light breeze.
Heart pounding, you spin around.
The demon is tall, even as you stand on the slightly raised dais, he towers over you, his shadow creeping towards you as he steps closer.
His dark facial hair is trimmed neatly, his equally dark hair slicked back to reveal the deep brown horns sitting on the top of his head. Darkened eyes eyes roam over your figure as he continues to move towards you.
He raises a brow at the sight of your knife, then he smirks, his tongue tracing over his teeth as he tilts his head at you.
“An unconventional wedding gift, but thank you.”
“Wedding?”
He hums, his brows creasing lightly as he looks you up and down appraisingly. You don’t know why you’re standing still, waiting for his response instead of immediately sending him back to hell.
“What colour’s your underwear?” he asks.
You gape at him.
“What?”
The corner of his mouth twitches as he observes your shocked expression.
“You heard me.”
“That’s none of your business,” you protest.
He nods.
“You see, the prophecy said my wife would be clothed in white.”
Once again, he looks down at you and you follow his gaze. You’re wearing your usual hunting gear, khaki jacket with a black top and trousers, accompanied by your black boots and collection of knives tucked away in various compartments.
“And whilst I really want those fuckers down below to be wrong.” He steps closer, close enough that you could reach out and touch him. “I kinda hope you’re wearing something pretty underneath all that.”
Heart beating wildly in your chest, you attempt to slow down your thoughts. How does he know about your prophecy? You had sworn the seer to secrecy, she had vowed to tell no one about your soulmate - a demon of three sins.
Raising your chin confidently, you attempt to stare him down as you claim,
“You’ll never find out.”
He grins.
Goosebumps spread over your skin and your instincts finally kick in.
His fingers curl tightly around your wrist, the tip of your knife inches from his chest. He cocks his head aside, looking down at you with a smirk.
“This the first time you’ve fought a corporeal demon?”
Narrowing your eyes at him, you growl in frustration as you push harder against his grip with both arms.
“No.”
He breathes out a laugh, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he pushes you backwards. His other hand curls under your elbow, giving him the leverage to hoist you up onto the altar.
Struggling against him, you continue to push the knife towards him with little success. He looks almost disappointed at your feeble attempt.
“I think you’ve forgotten something, demon,” you hiss at him. He raises a brow at you with a bored expression.
“Enlighten me then.”
“You’re in the mortal world, and this is my domain. I have the upper hand here.” You let go of the knife with one hand, calling out the words, “Flamma in manibus.”
Instantly, the flames from the candles dissipate, flooding quickly to gather in the palm of your hand. When he sees the fire blooming in front of him the demon lets go of you, disappearing into thin air.
Stunned, you stare at the empty church for a moment before you push away from the altar, taking a few tentative steps forward. Surely a little fire hadn’t scared such a powerful demon?
Then arms wrap tightly around your body, pulling you back against a firm chest. The flames in your hand extinguish as your arms are pinned down by his hold on you.
“Looking for something?” he purrs against your ear. As his nose traces over the shell of your ear you shiver, his lips hovering above the sensitive skin of your earlobe. “I gotta admit, you’re a smart one.”
As you attempt to tug away from him, his scent fills your senses. Is this demon wearing cologne? With every breath you take, more of his scent sends a burning down your throat that urges you to press your face into the crook of his neck and breathe it in directly from the source.
He smirks.
“You starting to feel it now?” You frown at him. “I’m impressed little bride, most people would be throwing themselves at me by now.”
Blinking in confusion, you turn and meet his dark eyes. When your eyes lock, you can feel the blood flooding down your body, warming your most intimate parts and stealing your ability to think clearly.
“You’re a lust demon.”
He nods with a wicked grin.
“Among other things.” At the sight of confusion filling your eyes he shrugs lightly before he admits, “I have my moments of wrath.”
A shiver runs down your spine. Most demons specialise in only one of the seven sins.
Typically you could sense it as soon as you interacted with them. But with this demon it appeared that physical contact was the only way for you to know what he’s capable of.
The pull towards him is indescribable.
Lust tugs at your body, urging you to turn around in his arms and let him kiss you. His perfect lips would feel divine on your body, his tongue tracing over your skin and his teeth leaving delightfully painful marks in their wake.
Wrath simmers under his skin, you can see the violence hidden in his dark eyes and the firm hold of his hands as his fingers tighten on your body. There’s a beauty in it, the darkness that lurks inside him, and you wonder what it would take to bring it out to play.
Underneath the pull of those two sins, there’s something else. A deep gnawing that settles in your own stomach, a wanting that hurts. The need to be the best, to have everything that you’ve ever wanted. Greed.
The corner of his mouth twitches when he hears you gasp in realisation. A demon of three sins.
“No one ever gets that far,” he muses quietly. “They just see me as a lustful temptation or a devil on their shoulder urging them to act on their darkest thoughts.”
A cool breeze ghosts over your bare stomach, making you notice that he had slowly unbuttoned your shirt. He slides his hand over your stomach, reaching up to cup your breast.
“They don’t see that greed is what really fuels me. The sex and the violence are just means to an end, so I can get whatever it is I want.”
His thumb circles over your nipple that hardens underneath the thin fabric of your bra as he continues,
“Now you’re a stubborn one, I can tell.”
The demon traces his other hand over the waistband of your trousers, tugging occasionally at the material. He clicks his tongue when the fabric doesn’t move to his liking.
“Are you going to tell me what you want?” he asks you. He dips his hand under the waistband of your trousers, running his fingers over your pantie-clad mound.
Sparks of pleasure flood through your wobbling legs and you shake your head at him, even as you whine desperately. He mimics your shaking head mockingly with a pout on his lips before he smiles.
“I think you want me to marry you. I think you wanna belong to me. Want to tie our souls together.”
His lips press a long line of kisses from the shell of your right down to the nape of your neck. With each brush of his lips, pleasure sinks into your body, your mind growing hazy from his words and his touch.
“I think you want me to fuck you over this altar. Make you mine. Stain your soul with my cock.”
A whimper leaves your lips as he slides your jacket and shirt down, dropping them onto the cold stone floor. His hand in your trousers still doesn’t move and a shuddering breath leaves your lips as you rock your hips forwards.
“I think you want to be my wife, hm?”
“What- what about you?”
He blinks at you in confusion, a small frown creasing at his brows at the sight of you looking so uncertain. Despite the flood of arousal and wanting you’re feeling, self consciousness stops you from giving yourself over to him.
“Do you want to be my husband?” you ask, almost shyly.
His eyes darken and in an instant his lips are meeting yours in a fierce kiss. Fingers curling over the back of your neck, he spins you around and hoists you up onto the altar.
A gasp falls from your lips at the chill of the stone surface against your bare thighs. He must have dematerialised your trousers at some point, though that fades away as he continues to kiss you.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans lowly. “Yes I wanna be your husband.”
Tugging at his dark clothing, you whine when it doesn’t budge and he chuckles. You blink once and by the time your eyes are open again his clothes are gone.
As your jaw drops at the sight of him, all lean muscle and scars, he takes the opportunity to tilt your head back, spitting onto your tongue. Shock prickles over your body as you moan wantonly. He grins as you swallow eagerly.
Stepping between your parted thighs, he reaches around your body with both hands, searching for the clasp of your bra. He finds it easily, but instead of undoing it, he rips it in half before tugging at the material and dropping it to the floor.
He dips his head down, tongue flattening over your hardened nipple before he takes it lightly between his teeth.
Arching into his mouth, you gasp and whimper as his hand provides your other breast with an equal amount of attention. The pads of his fingers are calloused and they prickle delightfully over your sensitive skin.
At first you grip onto the hard stone beneath you, but then you sink a hand into his hair which makes him groan. Encouraged by his reaction, you seize a tight fistful of his dark locks.
When your nails accidentally scratch one of his horns he growls deeply, tilting his head back to look up at you. The look in his eyes makes your whole body want to melt into a puddle, allowing him to reshape you into whatever he wants.
His lips move back up, trailing a line of harsh kisses over your throat.
“Well they were right,” he breathes against your lips before he kisses you firmly. “You were wearing white.”
Blinking, you look down at your torn white bra and the soaked white panties that are clinging to the wet lips of your cunt. He slides your panties delicately down your legs, pressing kisses to whatever part of you is closest.
His thumb circles your clit slowly and you whine loudly at the bare minimum you’re being granted. When you try to grasp his wrist as swats your hand away and his obsidian eyes flash with danger.
“Patience,” he warns you, and you can’t help but tease,
“I thought patience was a virtue?”
He growls.
Your knees land on the altar as he turns you around, your cheek pressing against the cool polished stone and you breathe in sharply as his cock presses against your sopping entrance.
He slaps your ass and you whimper, giving his restraint the final push.
He groans loudly as he pushes inside you, and your hands scramble for purchase, nails scratching against the stone as the sensation of him filling you so thoroughly overtakes your senses.
Once he’s all the way inside, he breathes out harshly, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades. He picks up the black ribbon from beside you, using it to tie your hands in front of you.
He runs his hands soothingly over your shoulders, massaging gently before he uses his weight to pin you beneath him. Then he begins to fuck you.
Hands bound, body bent into the position of his choosing, you can do nothing but accept the pleasure he’s giving you. He swipes his thumb over your clit, and you clench hard around him as the head of his cock knocks against that spot deep inside you.
As you begin to near the edge of your climax, he speeds up and soon you’re squeezing tightly around his cock as your orgasm hits you. Tension fills your muscles as you clench with a groan, the aftershocks pushing your body through a violent wave of pleasure.
He growls lowly, gritting his teeth and taking even breaths as you twitch beneath him, feeling stunned from your sudden high.
When you finally relax, your muscles loosening with pleasure, he pulls out of you. Before you can protest, he’s turning you around to lie on your back with your bound hands resting on your stomach.
Then he picks up the white ribbon.
“You think you can manage a few knots?”
You blink at him, still dazed with pleasure. Then you realise.
You’re getting married.
The black ribbon currently tied expertly around your wrists represents his soul. The ribbon that he’s holding now represents yours. A pure, delicate white.
The aftershocks of your orgasm make your shake and you struggle slightly with the ribbon as you tie his wrists together with a little slack between them. He grins, using his bound hands to position his cock against your cunt for the second time.
He’s slower this time, urging you to take him into your body with a surprising amount of intimacy. He takes your face between both of his hands and you can feel the ribbon that binds his hands together as it brushes against the back of your neck.
His forehead presses against yours, allowing the two of you to share long kisses that steal your breath away as he rocks inside you. Rolling your hips against his, you hear him inhale sharply before he’s thrusting harder.
Soon, you’re both moaning desperately into the kisses. Your bound hands smooth up his chest, taking his chin between your fingers. The scratch of his stubble prickles over your fingertips.
He groans loudly as he feels you clenching rapidly around his cock and praise spills from his lips, making your head fuzzy with warmth.
“Such a good little wife, with a gorgeous little cunt. You’re gonna let me cum in you, aren’t you? Gonna let me fill my wife up.”
“Yes,” you breathe out against his lips. Then he slams his hips down hard. “Yes,” you cry into the empty church. “Yes please.”
“Fuck,” he moans. Your nails dig into his hips, scratching lightly as you try to ground yourself. But pleasure is already sweeping its way through your body, lighting every nerve on fire.
Legs shaking constantly, you gasp against his lips as he kisses you.
“Let go, little bride. Let me marry you properly. Give me another orgasm, you feel so good when you cum.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, stars bloom over your closed eyelids as your hips jerk wildly. Then you climax hard around his cock. A long stream of moans escape from your worn throat, as your cunt spasms frantically.
With a few more thrusts, you’re dizzy with pleasure and he spills inside you. He rolls his hips as he rides out his high, only stopping when your whimpers become too loud and your hands nudge him away.
Withdrawing his hands from you, he reaches down to untie the ribbon around your wrists. He breathes out a chuckle at the dazed look in your eyes, and he guides your fingers towards the loose end of his own bindings.
Still dealing with the toll taken on your body, a few weak tugs is all you can manage, but soon enough the white ribbon falls to the floor alongside the black.
He runs his freed hands over your wrists, easing any discomfort caused with a gentle brush over his palm. A kiss is pressed against your damp forehead, before he rocks his hips forward.
Tensing suddenly, you stare at him with widened eyes. Then he pulls out slowly and a confusing mixture of relief and sadness fills you, but you don’t have the energy to analyse your reaction.
He traces his fingers through your folds, pushing his thick spend back inside you. Heart still pounding in your chest, you almost don’t hear him as he says,
“My name’s Billy by the way.”
Between shuddering breaths, you manage a small laugh before you tell him your own name. He smiles widely, licking his finger clean as he looks down at you.
Billy murmurs your name softly, attracting your attention. As he leans closer, you thread a hand through his hair, then stroke a single fingertip against one of his horns.
He shivers.
Then he reaches for you, tracing his fingers gently over your cheek.
“My beautiful little wife.”
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Billy being protective.
Another day, another mission. Luckily for Y/n she loved her job, she loved the people around her. The missions and her boss. Her boss was her boyfriend, obviously.
Having your boyfriend as your boss makes life much more interesting, she was able to spend her breaks with him or going on special missions, like today.
Today Anvil was there, to protect a very important senator, being threatened. He is supposed to speak in front of a big crowd and needs a lot of protection.
Billy didn't like the guy from the beginning, but he paid well and in the end, that's everything that's important to the Anvil founder.
Y/n put on her uniform and got her bag, to go to the hotel, Billy told her about. Her mission was to stay by his side, near the senator.
The woman used the elevator, moving up into the 20th floor, the doors opened with a cute sound and released her boyfriend, already waiting for her.
"welcome." Billy gave her and blinding smile, which she returned immediately. Both of them walked next to each other, when he pulled her into a quiet corner.
"That's not professional, Sir." Y/n smirked and leaned with her back on a wall, looking up to him with a smirk.
"I love it, when you call me Sir." Billy smirked and leaned down to pull her into a hungry kiss. She responded immediately to him, pulled him impossible closer by his jacket and while he moved with his hands around her waist, holding her in place.
"Isn't your client waiting?" She asked trough the kisses.
"He's an idiot, he can wait for a few more minutes. I've better things to do." He answered but Y/n pulled slowly away.
"Come on, the earlier you start the earlier we're ready, we still have day and night together." Y/n told him, fixing his tie and jacket with a smile.
Billy rolled his eyes, still with a smile and nodded. "Alright." He agreed and fixed her hair, moving with his fingers through her hair.
Both of them, looked around the corner to see, if someone was walking in the hallway. When everyone was gone, they sneaked out and walked down the hallway to Billy's client.
Billy walked through the door, into the room to introduce her to the Senator.
"Senator?" Billy called him. "That's Y/n, she'll be at your side, together with me." He introduced her to him.
"It's nice to meet you." Y/n hold her hand out for him to shake it. He took a step closer and looked her up and down once, accepting her hand.
"Are you sure you can handle this? I'm afraid some big boys are running you over." The Senator smirked.
God, what an asshole.
"Don't worry, I'm educated enough, to know how to handle it." Y/n explained to him.
The Senator chuckled. "I'm just kidding, sweetheart." He told her and patted her cheek and walked past her to go and talk with a man, standing in the doorway.
Y/n took a few steps back and turned to Billy, who was about to go after him.
"No, don't." She stopped him immediately. "It's not worth it." The girl added.
Billy looked down to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he's so much of a fucking idiot." He told her.
"It's no problem, I'm old enough to ignore it." She gave him a smile and took her backpack off and go with the others through the plan.
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There are only a few minutes left, until the speech was supposed to start. Billy was somewhere in the hotel, to go and check on all the others.
Y/n stood in the room, together with the Senator, she was looking out of the window to check everything there when an arm sneaked around her waist.
It wasn't Billy's arm.
She looked to the side, to look into the Senators face.
"I just wanted to excuse myself for my behavior earlier." He told her with a smile.
"It's not a problem, don't worry." Y/n smiled and tried to take a step away but he didn't let go of her.
"No, I really mean it. I'll make it up to you maybe this evening? I know a good restaurant." He told her.
Y/n gave him a nervous smile. "Look, I'm sorry I don't want to. Besides my boyfriend wouldn't like this." She explained to him.
"Come on, he's not going to find out." He told her.
Suddenly he got pulled away from her. Y/n turned around, to look at Billy.
"Get your fucking hands off of her." He told the Senator.
"What is going on? I didn't do anything to her." The Senator said.
"She is clearly uncomfortable!" Billy yelled at him.
"Why do you even care?! She's just one of your idiotic workers!" The Senator scremed back.
Billy straight his back immediately and walked even closer to him, looking him directly into the face. "I care about her, because I am her boyfriend, do you understand it?" He told him.
"What? I didnt-" He started but Billy interrupted him immediately.
"If you call my people idiotic one more time, I'm gonna fucking kill you." Billy told him and took Y/n's hand to leave.
"Hey! What are you doing? You can't leave, I paid all of you!" The Senator told him.
Billy stopped and turned around to him. "I thought you called them idiotic? I don't think you'll need us anymore. Just like I don't need your money, shove it up your ass." He told him and pulled Y/n out too.
They got into the car and drove away, after talking with all the others to leave. Billy pulled up in front of their penthouse and was about to step out, when Y/n stopped him.
"You alright?" Billy asked immediately. "I'm so sorry, I left you alone with him. I should've known-" He started but she interrupted him with a little kiss.
"You're fucking sexy, when you're being protective." Y/n smirked. "And don't worry about it, I already forgot about it." She added.
Billy laughed and pulled her in for another kiss. "You wanna switch to the back seat?" He asked her.
"Our bed is not far away, you know?"
"I know, I just want to make it more exciting." He said and Y/n laughed about it.
Not even a second later, they switched to the back seat.
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You Know Who To Call (Billy Russo)
Pairing: Billy Russo X F!Reader
Summary: You went on a date hoping to forget him, but Billy was right there to remind you who to call
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), p in v, creampie dom!Billy, Billy canonically likes it rough, possesive!Billy, protective!Billy, jealousy (both of them) choking, bit of breath play, dirty talk, language
WC: 3.5k yall are already used to it
A/N: why my horny ass decided to write this knowing damn well itll flop I've not fucking idea, all I know is that that manipulative borderline psychotic and homicidal fuck can fuck me six ways till sunday so, I wrote it. Might write more, Billy has a lot of potential. So if you're one of two people are reading this, enjoy :)
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You really should’ve known better than to come to the one bar you knew he often went to. Especially when you were then with another man, on a date. But in your defense, you never talked about being exclusive. You were pretty damn sure he was fucking anyone he could get his hands on, and with a face like his, that wouldn’t be too difficult.
Or so you thought. Billy Russo was a complicated man, and you were yet to realize just how much.
You knew you were setting yourself up for failure the second you said yes to this man’s advances, knowing that BIlly was the only man in your mind. But you wanted to force yourself to move on, and have other options. Oh how mistaken you were. The second this man opened his mouth you were already regretting your decision. It began with him judging your choice of drink, saying something along the lines of 'I thought pretty women could only handle cheap wine' and it just went downhill from there.
You were constantly checking your phone, wishing time went faster, so you could at least say you stayed long enough to be able to leave without seeming rude. To say that your night was going to end rather disappointedly was an understatement. Maybe an hour went by when you were standing up, excusing yourself with the reason of having to be up early due to prior plans. And you thought that was it.
“Hey, the night doesn’t have to end so soon. We can head back to my place if you just want to get out of here.” And there it was. He stood up as well, crowding you in an instant, getting all up in your space to block you from leaving.
“I really can’t. Listen,” You took a step back to give yourself some room, “You seem like a great guy, but I’m not really feeling this. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” He scoffed in disbelief, his face slightly twisting with hints of anger as he stepped forward again, making you take another step back, “You led me on all night, made me buy you drinks and all you have to say is you’re sorry?”
“Listen, I wasn’t leading you on. And I didn’t ask you to buy me anything, you insisted,” You stared at him with disbelief, baffled that he would feel so entitled, “Just because I agreed to going out with you doesn’t mean you get to take me home.”
“Well I’m getting something, you can’t just leave me like this.”
You were already done with tonight, and you didn’t want to hear anymore of this. You simply shook your head and started to walk past him towards the exit, but he grabbed your arm with a grip so tight you audibly winced.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me you bitch.” He spat, pulling your body against his with a forceful grip on both of your arms. You groaned in distaste, turned your head away from him and shoved at his chest, but he didn’t let you go.
“Get the fuck off me.” You said loudly, tugging your arms against his grip, but his grip only tightened. You were about to start screaming when you felt a tug on your shoulder, your date letting you go so suddenly you stumbled back, right into someone’s chest.
“Get your fuckin' hands off her.” Oh.
You were confused, not quite registering what had just happened. Your date looked both confused and angry, but not at you, but at whoever just pulled you to his chest. And you only realized when you heard the man behind you speak. You would recognize his voice anywhere.
“Billy what—” You turned your head back to look up at him, your back still to his chest as he held your arm now. His dark eyes only met yours for just a second in acknowledgement, and oh he was pissed. He tore his eyes away from yours to look at your date, jaw tight and back straight as he stood behind you, like he was marking territory.
“Who the fuck are you man?” You date asked, anger lacing his words, but he didn’t dare move.
“Me?” Billy grinned slightly, his head twitching ever so slightly as he moved past you, his arm brushing your shoulder as he now stood in front of you, an arm behind his back as you gripped his hand tightly, preventing him from standing any closer to your date, “I’m just the guy that's gonna drag your face across the pavement if you ever get anywhere near her again.”
“Billy.” You said softly, you knew he heard you, but he otherwise ignored you.
Your date stood with both a shocked and angry look on his face, but he said nothing. Billy was a good half a head taller than your date, and he wasn’t a man you’d want to get into a bar fight with.
“Get the fuck outta here before I break your jaw.” You squeezed your eyes shut at Billy’s words, you knew he could get physical pretty quickly, and the last thing you needed tonight was to have to pull him out of a fist fight.
Your date stared at Billy for a long time, but he didn’t move a muscle, like they were doing this silent macho thing, see who backed out first. And Billy wasn’t exactly a man known for backing down easily. Your date ultimately surrendered, scoffing loudly as he shook his head.
“You can have her man. I didn’t even want to fuck that whore anyway.” He mumbled under his breath as he turned to walk. But Billy definitely caught his words, and with a clench of his jaw he lunged forward, mostly likely to slam your date’s face into a table, but you held him back, tugging his hand.
“Billy, hey.” You said his name loud enough to get his attention. He was facing you now, his hand coming to touch your face as he made sure you were okay. You said nothing, only taking a deep breath when you felt his touch. And it made you forget why you even considered sleeping with anyone else in the first place.
“C’mon,” Were the first words out of his mouth, his dark eyes locking with yours for a second before he was dragging you out of the bar by your arm. You sputtered, saying his name in protest but you never actually made any effort to stop him. He shot you a look of irritation regardless.
“Get in the car. Now.”
“I’m not getting in your car Billy.” You argued when he stopped in front of his car. He stared at you, and you simply folded your arms over your chest, giving him a defiant look that made his eye twitch.
He said nothing as he looked around him for a second, making sure no bystanders were walking by to get the wrong impression of what was going on. Then, he stepped forward making you back right into the side of his car, and one hand came to rest flat against the car door, trapping you between his much taller frame and his car. You took a sharp inhale when he leaned down and you jumped when his other hand grabbed the back of your neck.
“I’m not gonna say it again darlin’. Get. In the fuckin’. Car.” He emphasized every word, his nearly black eyes not once leaving your face he spoke. You swallowed hard, inhaling shakily when he forcibly moved you, his hand still on the back of your neck as he opened the passenger’s door.
You don’t think you’ve ever moved so fast in your entire life. You were sitting in his car faster than your brain could process it. Well so much for wanting to move.
It was like you were on autopilot, you walked right into his penthouse like so many times before. Only that this time, it wasn’t exactly all fun and games. You heard Billy slam the door shut behind him. You took a deep uneven breath, preparing yourself for the screaming match that was going to ensue before you turned around to face him. He was standing in front of you in three long strides, and you’d be lying if you said that the sight of him this angry didn't make you rub your thighs together a bit.
“You know that wasn’t necessary right? I didn’t need saving, and I definitely didn’t need you to bring me to your apartment.” You spoke first, but clearly, judging by the way his face twisted, it must’ve been a mistake.
“You shitting me? Of course it was necessary. You see the way he was grabbing you? Like he thought he owned you or somethin’.” He huffed, shaking his head at you.
“Sound familiar?”
He stared at you with confusion for a second, then he rolled his eyes at you, “That’s different and you know it.”
“Oh really? Tell me Billy, how is it different?” You asked rhetorically, hands on your hips and head tilted as you looked at him.
He shook his head, eyes not meeting yours now, “I just don’t know why you went out with some asshole, what were you fuckin’ thinkin’?”
You laughed dryly, running a hand over your face in disbelief, “What was I thinking? Well I don’t know, I just wanted to have fun with someone, see someone.” You caught the way his eyes flickered over to you again, and you could see the anger begin to flicker in his eyes, so you continued, “I mean, you’ve been doing it. You’ve been fucking Dinah Madani for weeks, so I thought I would fuck someone else too.”
Confusion and disbelief flashed over his face, his eyebrow furrowing as he ran a hand through his black strands as he tried to process the words that had just left your mouth, “What? I haven’t—” He laughed dryly and shook his head at your stupidity, “I haven’t fucked Dinah Madani. And I wasn’t gonna.”
You stared at him for a few seconds, face twisting with confusion and your lips parted as you tried to speak, “Billy, I saw you at the bar with her last weekend, I’m not fucking stupid.”
“Yes, I had a few drinks with her a couple times, and she did some training at Anvil, but I never fucked her.” He explained, sighing with irritation like he was explaining something to a petulant child, “I just needed some information from her, that was all.”
You didn’t even know what to say, you felt stupid, and a bit angry at yourself for acting without thinking of even asking him what had really happened. Because despite your confusing and unlabeled relationship, you had no secrets, and you told each other everything. You laughed in disbelief at yourself, leaning your face into your hand as you shook your head. Billy grinned softly, knowing he had gotten through to you. He stepped forward, pulling you to his chest by your arms. You looked up at him, lips pulled into a defeated pout that he leaned down to kiss softly.
“We still have a problem though.” He said as he pulled back. You frowned softly.
“What?”
“That you, darlin’, need to be reminded that if you wanted to be fucked, it has to be done properly,” His hand gripped your jaw, his long fingers sprawling over your neck as he held your face, “And if you want it done properly, you call me.”
His mouth was on yours before you could reply, his hand holding your face in place as he slipped his tongue. You whined softly as your hands found his perfectly slicked back hair, and certainly tugged it out of place. You didn’t know exactly when he hoisted you up on his waist, or when he carried you to his bedroom. But you did notice when he unceremoniously tossed you on his bed, your back hitting the mattress with a thud. You took a deep breath as you leaned on your elbows, watching as he pulled his burgundy jumper over his head, his jeans following the same fate on the floor before he was crawling over you. He crashed his lips against yours again as his hand lifted your dress over your hips. His thigh settled between your thighs and he brushed it against your clothed clit, making you gasp softly.
“Please Billy.” You said breathless, looking up at him with pleading eyes. His lips tugged into a smirk, thoroughly pleased by your begging.
“You want me to fill you up baby? Want me to fuck you into this mattess ‘til you forget how to talk to other guys?” He said into your ear, words coated with arousal as he ran a hand over your thigh, fingers squeezing your skin.
You nodded quickly.
“I wanna hear you say it.”
You swallowed thickly and took a deep breath as you tried to speak, his almost black eyes staring at you so deeply that you knocked the air right out of your lungs, “Please Billy. Please fuck me, I need you.”
The growl that rang in his throat was nearly animalistic, and he was flipping you over on your stomach in a matter of seconds. You gasped softly when your face hit the mattress and your arms were stretched out in front of you. Billy sat back on his knees behind you, one hand pulling your dress the rest of the way over your head, while the other tore your panties down your thighs. He took in the sight of you, all sprawled out in front of him, ass out and ready to let him take you as he pleased. He’d be lying if he said the sight didn’t shoot straight to his cock.
He spat on two fingers and without a prior warning, he pressed them against you, spreading the wetness over your clit. You gasped softly, the sound slowly turning into a quiet mewl as he drew quick circles over your clit. Though the sound quickly turned into a choked out cry when two long fingers slipped into your dripping core.
“Ooh fuck Billy,” You whimpered softly, your hands clenching the sheets as his fingers filled you.
He took in your sounds happily as he pumped his fingers gradually quicker. He buried them knuckle deep each time he slammed them into you, your whimpers quickly turning into moans. He scissored them open with each snap of his wrist, your core soaking the palm of his hand. He could feel it too, the way your walls tightened around his fingers, the way your thighs shuddered and your toes curled. And he had you coming all over his hand the second his fingers curled against that one spot that made you see white. His fingers slowed as you shook violently, and only then he pulled his fingers out. He left you empty so suddenly you lifted your head to look at him over your shoulder. You caught him sucking on his fingers with closed eyes for a long second, and the sight made you clench around nothing.
His eyes quickly opened to yours and he smirked as he tugged his boxer briefs down and kicked them behind him to join the rest of his clothes. He then leaned forward, taking himself in his hand as he positioned himself behind you. He rubbed the head of his cock through your folds a couple of times, coating himself in your slick. You whimpered again, your head falling forward as his name fell from your lips. He gave you a hum of acknowledgement and leaned over you, one hand pushed your head down against the mattress as the other lined up his cock at your entrance. Just as you whined at his forceful action he filled you, burying himself to the hilt with one snap of his hips. Your whine turned into a cry and your hand fisted the sheets as pleasure filled your body.
Billy gave a breathy groan of satisfaction as your walls clenched around him. He held the back of your neck, making sure you kept your head down while the other gripped your hip, holding you perfectly in place as he drew his hips back, pulling almost all the way out before he snapped his hips forward. And again, and again until he was fucking you into the mattress, and it was anything but gentle.
Your whines quickly turned into moans and muffled cries, and Billy always took particular note of the squeal that ripped from your throat everytime he hit that perfect spot. When it got hard to breathe, you turned your head so your cheek was pressed against the mattress instead, and Billy’s hand moved from the back of your neck to wrap around your hair. And he happily took in the pathetic sounds each of his thrusts ripped from you.
“Sound so fuckin’ pretty makin’ all those sounds for me.” The head of his cock brushed against your g-spot and another squeal of his name left your mouth, proving his point, “You think your asshole friend woulda made you cry his name like that?”
You shook your head as much as you could, with the position you were in, but he wanted to hear you say it, so he pulled you up by your hair.
“Say it.”
“No! Only you can!” You probably sounded so pathetic, you knew your voice was shaking. He gave you a grunt in response as he leaned his body over yours, his chest pressed against your back and his lips found the back of your neck.
“Didn’t think so.” He sunk in his teeth, sucking and biting that one spot in your neck he knew drove you insane, the pace of his pistoning hips never faltering.
The hand on your hair moved to the front of your neck, and the one of your hip also moved to your neck. He forced your head back, both of his hands holding your throat as he leaned down, lips capturing yours into a messy kiss. You could barely keep your lips closed long enough to kiss him properly. But he kept your head in place, and a guttural moan left his mouth when you pushed back on him as he fucked you, your ass meeting his hips.
“Shit, keep fuckin’ yourself on my cock. Fuck just like that darlin’.” He hissed, his fingers digging into the column of your neck most likely to leave bruises he’d brag about in the morning. “Fuck, you’re fuckin’ stupid if you think I’d want any other pussy when yours takes my cock so well.”
“Please, please Billy I’m—” You didn’t need to finish your sentence, he knew your body better than anyone else on this earth, he could feel the way you clenched his cock the same way you did his fingers, and he was pressing his fingers to your swollen clit in an instant.
“Come for me, do it now.” He groaned in your ear, moving his hand to the base of your neck as he held you to his chest, his fingers on your clit moving at the same pace as his hips.
It hit you quick, and fucking hard. You were shaking so hard you probably would have slipped right off his cock if he hadn’t been holding you. And his name fell from your lips over and over as you came all over him. And with the way your walls gripped his cock like vice, he wasn’t much further.
“Fuck, that’s my girl.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head, curses sputtering from his lips as he gave you a few more thrusts before he held you down on his cock and spilled himself deep inside you with a breathy moan.
His head fell forward, dark strands falling over his face and eyes still closed as he held you, his quick and uneven breaths filling your ears. Your own head fell back on his shoulder, eyes also closed as you reached back and your fingers brushed over the shorter hairs on the back of his head. He gave you a quiet hum, lips pressing against your neck briefly in a nonverbal praise before he pulled himself out of you, your mixed releases dripping down your thighs. He maneuvered you both into a spooning position, him behind you and you pulled flushed against his chest. Neither of you said anything for a little while, simply laying in comfortable silence as you both fell back into normal breathing.
“Hey,” He mumbled into your ear, and you half nodded in acknowledgement, “You know that if you ever, ever, need anythin’ you call me. No one else.”
You bit your lip, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder, “Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded, lips tugged into a sly smile, “Yeah. But y'know, I might need another reminder, just to be sure I don’t forget.”
Billy smirked, in the back of his head wanting to take you all over again for merely suggesting it. He gripped your jaw and pressed a hard but deep kiss to your lips before saying,
“Oh trust me baby, you won’t wanna talk to anyone else after I’m done with you.”
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pairing: billy russo x fem!reader
summary: billy thinks you need an attitude adjustment.
warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 6.2k
a/n: nobody asked for this, i'm just going through a slutty billy russo phase right now. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
“You should really lock your door.”
A startled gasp flew past your lips when the timber of Billy’s voice filled your otherwise silent apartment. Anger and irritation quickly filled your blood as you took a deep breath to steady yourself, slamming your front door shut behind you as you tossed your keys onto the little side table in the entryway.
“You shouldn’t break into people’s apartments.”
“I didn’t even have to break in. The door was unlocked.”
Turning around to face Billy, you didn’t bother coveting the vexation that twisted your features, glaring over in his direction as he sat calmly in one of the bar stools in front of your kitchen island. His jaw was tense, lips pressed in a firm line, and his dark brown eyes were glaring back at you just as vehemently.
“So you just let yourself in?”
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been callin’ you for hours. I told you to wait in your office.”
“And I said no. Actually, I’m pretty sure my exact words were ‘fuck this’.”
Billy’s eyes were glued to your figure as you walked directly past him to enter your small kitchen, standing up on your tiptoes to reach the bottle of tequila perched on top of your fridge. Your hands trembled with rage, continuously slipping on the cap, only fueling your frustration further. No one had ever gotten under your skin the way Billy Russo had. Whatever tiny slivers of a good person he had shown you were constantly extinguished by irrefutable evidence that he was an arrogant asshole with an ego the size of fucking Jupiter.
“I gave you an order.”
“Did you really think I was going to stay? After the way you treated me-”
“Goddammit Y/N, I told you I was handling it.”
Billy slammed his fist down on your island, momentarily stunning you silent. He was all about appearances, and very rarely did he ever lose his temper in front of anyone. He liked to maintain an aura of indifference, as if nothing could pierce his cold, steel exterior. But the fury burning in his gaze gave him away, and you felt a surge of pride that you had managed to piss him off right back. Billy didn’t like being told no, or to be challenged, so you made it your personal mission to do both as much as possible. For whatever reason, you were the only person he allowed to do that.
“Well you fucking handled it wrong. I can even believe you had the audacity to ask me to leave, after the way that asshole spoke to me-”
“Because I was handling it! This is my fuckin’ company, Y/N. I call the shots, not you. If you would have just waited patiently, like I fuckin’ told you to do, then you would know that I cut ties with his business and also gave him the parting gift of a broken nose. I asked you to wait in the office so that I could deal with him directly, because that is my job. I asked you to wait so that I didn’t have to watch him practically undress you with his eyes for the millionth fuckin’ time today. But you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen.”
Tilting your chin up in a sign of defiance, you attempted to keep your composure as Billy stalked around the island, closing the distance between you in two short strides, standing so close you could feel his angry staccato breaths on your eyelashes. His nostrils were flaring, chest rising and falling quickly as he stared you down. You had never been this close to Billy before, and you hated how good his stupid expensive cologne smelled.
You also hated that his slicked back hair always looked perfect, never a single piece out of place, and that his dark beard was always neatly trimmed. You hated that Billy was undeniably attractive, and that he fucking knew it. You especially hated how good he looked in all his ridiculous designer suits that were tailored to fit him like a second skin. You hated how put together he was. You hated how much of a pretentious show off he was. You hated the deep velvet tone of his voice and how your name sounded rolling off his tongue, even if it was spoken with annoyance or irritation laced through it.
You hated that you really wanted to fuck him.
But you loved to fuck with him.
Taking a bold step forward to eliminate any space between your chests, you tipped your head back to glare up at his tall frame, lowering your voice as you let your venomous words sink into his ears.
“We are not in the military, Billy. You are not my commanding officer, and I am not some soldier that’s just going to follow the orders you bark at me without hesitation. That is not how this works.”
“I am your superior. You report to me. You work for me. So yeah actually, that is how this works.”
“Not anymore.”
If you thought Billy’s eyes were dark before, they were completely transcended with pure onyx now. Even this up close, you couldn’t see where his iris ended and his pupil began.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I found a new job.”
That was a lie. You hadn’t been out job hunting. You went to happy hour with your best friend to vent about the asshole client that had made a pass at you, and Billy’s inability to handle the situation correctly, and well…Billy in general. But he didn’t need to know that. You could have a new job by Monday, easily. Granted you probably wouldn’t find one that paid even half as good as Anvil did, or that came with as many perks, but you’d finally be free of Billy and his goddamn god complex.
Somehow Billy’s features became even stonier, his sharp jawline appearing as if it could actually cut through glass while a muscle feathered beneath his neat facial hair.
“You’re not quittin’.”
“You don’t get to make that decision for me. Maybe my replacement will be more compliant.”
“Why do you always have to be so goddamn stubborn?”
“Why do you always have to be such an ass.”
Billy grit his teeth as his eyes narrowed into slits, top lip curling into a snarl that showed off some of his teeth as he blew a deep irritated exhale out through his nose. He let out a dry, humorless laugh as he held his hand up above your head.
“You know, I have fuckin’ had it up to here with that bratty little mouth of yours, and your fuckin’ attitude.”
“Well I’m not your problem anymore.”
Something flashed across Billy’s face that you didn’t recognize, and the rage that was burning in his eyes seemed to grow even wilder. A sinister smirk pulled slowly across his lips, and his brows lifted in an expression that almost resembled amusement as he moved forward. A silent gasp parted your lips when your back met the counter behind you, and Billy made sure to press his chest firm against yours as he trapped you with his tall frame, his arms caging you in as he placed his palms flat on the countertops.
“No. See, that’s where you’re wrong, doll. It is my problem. Because I let you get away with it for too long without any consequences. But now, I think you need to be reminded about where your place is.”
You swallowed thickly at the new proximity to Billy, doing your best to appear unaffected by his presence, but your voice betrayed you as it came out shaky and breathless.
“And where’s that?”
A dark chuckle slipped past his lips as Billy leaned in as close as possible, nose just brushing against yours while he stared directly into your eyes.
“Wherever I fuckin’ say it is.”
Billy’s hand was wrapped around your throat like wild ivy before you even had a chance to process his words, his long slender fingers circling around your windpipe tightly to cut off any protests you threatened to spill. His other hand came up behind you to grab a fistful of your hair, holding you in place so that you had no choice but to stare up at him. Letting out a deep exhale through his nose, he made a tsk tsk tsk noise in the back of his throat.
“You disappoint me, doll. Such a smart girl, so fuckin’ impressive, but you gotta ruin it by bein’ such a goddamn brat. I’d give you the world, you know that? If you just knew how to fuckin’ behave. If you could just be a good girl, I’d give you whatever you wanted. But you wanna act like a bitch, so I’m gonna treat you like one. Here’s how this is gonna go. You do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I say it. You follow my orders without any backtalk or hesitation, I might consider takin’ it easy on you and let you come. You give me any shit at all, I will use you like a fucktoy until I’m satisfied and not let you come once. You understand?”
Your eyes nearly tripled in size at Billy’s words. Billy Russo was a natural flirt, that was a known fact. He hit on any pretty girl within a close range, but was more conservative about it when it came to his own employees. He had lightly flirted with you when you had first started working at Anvil, and you’d be lying if you said the attention from your attractive boss didn’t do something for you, but the more you were around him, the more that charm seemed to wear off as you got to see the real Billy. You didn’t think he actually found you attractive, or that he would actually want to fuck you seeing as how you were convinced he couldn’t stand you either.
Billy tightened his grip around your throat and you suddenly seemed to remember how your limbs worked as your hands shot up to grab onto his wrist tightly, staring up completely in disbelief into his dark eyes.
“I asked you a question. Do you understand?”
You couldn’t speak. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen going to your brain or if you were still having a hard time believing that Billy Russo wanted to fuck you. Heat abruptly spread across your cheeks and between your thighs, because you knew you were going to let him. Billy had gotten you wetter just by speaking to you than other men that had actually been in bed with you. Shutting off the logical part of your brain that was screaming at you how bad of an idea this was and reminding you how much you despised him, you leaned completely into your desire and let your pussy do the thinking. As you slowly nodded your head, Billy’s lips parted into a smug grin.
“Ah, so she does listen.”
It wasn’t hard for Billy to figure out where your bedroom was considering you lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment. For a moment you felt embarrassed, knowing that he probably lived in some luxury high rise penthouse somewhere with a bedroom that was most likely the size of your entire apartment. Shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it onto your dresser, Billy kept his eyes fixated on you as he undid his tie and pulled it loose from his neck.
“Hands out, wrists together.”
Your hands were in front of you in a flash, and Billy didn’t bother hiding the satisfied smirk on his lips as he bound your wrists together tightly. The silk fabric of his tie was so soft against your skin, and the black color of it nearly matched his eyes at the moment. Giving the knot a tug to test the security, Billy grabbed your face in one of his hands to get you to look up at him. The smirk was gone as an expression of severity swirled in his eyes.
“You want out at any time, you tell me. Red means stop. You got that?”
Blinking a few times, you nodded your head slowly. Billy shook his head as he took a step forward, cradling your face a little more gently as he stared down into your eyes.
“I need you to tell me you got that. Tell me what I said.”
“Red means stop.”
Billy gave a slight nod of his head, tracing his index finger along your jawline with a proud half smile on his lips.
“Good girl. Now, get on your fuckin’ knees and show me you know how to follow orders.”
Billy grabbed your shoulders in his large hands and forcefully brought you down to your knees, causing a surprised gasp to flow past your lips. Your knees ached slightly as they collided with the hardwood beneath them, but the throbbing between your thighs completely drowned it out. Billy already towered over you, even when you wore heels, but from this angle, he loomed over you like a skyscraper piercing the clouds. He was quick to unbuckle his belt, eyes glaring down at you as he unbuttoned his pants and tugged down his zipper.
“Been thinkin’ about fuckin’ that mouth of yours for months. Always thought there was a better use for it than you talkin’ shit all the time. Now, open those pretty lips nice and wide.”
Instinctively your lips parted when Billy freed his cock from his briefs, a soft noise sounding in the back of your throat. He was completely hard, the swollen tip already leaking down his impressive length, and your mouth watered at the sight. Maybe Billy had a reason to be an egotistical asshole after all. Billy wasted no time slipping his cock past your lips, securing your hair into a tight makeshift ponytail as he groaned loudly above you.
“Fuck…your mouth feels even fuckin’ better than I imagined.”
Moaning softly around his thick cock, you hollowed out your cheeks and opened your mouth as wide as you could to accommodate him, staring up at him with wide eyes. Billy’s lips were parted into an ‘o’ shape, breathless pants leaving him as he rocked his hips against your face in a steady rhythm. He looked like a god above you, and all you wanted was to bring him to his own knees. Billy wanted you to follow his orders, and you were determined to show him that you could be good when you wanted to be. You wanted to show him what he had been missing out on this whole time; what he could’ve had if he hadn’t been such an ass.
Shuffling forward a bit on your knees, you took Billy’s cock even deeper into your mouth, a surprised moan falling from his lips when his tip hit the back of your throat. Billy immediately stared down at you in shock, still gripping at your hair tightly by your roots.
“Oh fuck…fuck.”
You pushed forward until your nose was flush against Billy’s neatly trimmed pubic bone, holding him there in your throat for as long as you could before you started to bob your head quickly, swirling your tongue around his length and swallowing around his tip. Spit dribbled down your chin as you gagged on his cock, flicking your tongue over the sensitive slit of his tip as he retracted his hips. Billy was an absolute mess above you, moaning loudly at the way you deepthroated him, tugging roughly at your hair as he kept thrusting his hips against your face.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ baby…fuck you know how to use that mouth. Knew you could, doll. Knew you could be my good girl.”
A hum of appreciation sounded in the back of your throat as you let your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the heavy feeling of Billy’s velvety soft cock sliding against your tongue. Your thighs were practically sticking together from the mess between them. You loved the way Billy roughly tugged at your hair, and the juxtaposition of his filthy praise mixed with the degrading way he fucked your face. You let your mind wander to just how rough he could get, and you felt yourself clenching around nothing from the excitement.
You had always thought Billy’s power transcended into the bedroom, and maybe that’s why you found yourself attracted to him. Billy was tenacious, never took no for an answer, and always did whatever it took to get his way. He was dominant in every sense of the word, and you secretly had always wanted to fuck a man like him. A man that would bend you to his will, and then fuck you past it. Your hand snuck between your thighs of its own accord, desperately searching for some kind of relief as you slipped your fingers past your soaked panties. Billy groaned loudly above you at the sight.
“Holy shit, are you touchin’ yourself?”
A soft whine was muffled by Billy’s cock still slipping in and out of your mouth, and his other hand suddenly came down to grip your jaw forcefully.
“Look at me.”
Your eyes instantly flew open, a fresh wave of arousal coating your thighs at the dark look in Billy’s eyes and the sinister smirk on his lips.
“Did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t be fuckin’ greedy. What did I tell you, huh? Make me come down that pretty throat, and maybe I’ll fuck you.”
Reluctantly pulling your hand away, you kept your eyes locked on Billy’s as you started to move your head faster, whining around his length as you gripped onto his thighs tightly.
“That’s it, look up at me with those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth. That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Gonna let me come down that pretty throat?”
Nodding your head furiously, you alternated between sucking fervently on the head of Billy’s cock and taking him as far down your throat as you could manage. Billy threw his head back above you, his thrusts getting sloppier the closer he got to the edge, heavy pants of your name and various swears falling from his sinful lips. He held onto the back of your head tightly to keep you in place as he came with a loud shout, spilling wave after wave of warmth down the back of your throat that you swallowed as quickly as you could. Billy stumbled backwards slightly, leaving you gasping for breath as his cock slipped out of your mouth, staring up at him through blurry vision from tears that threatened to slip past your eyes.
Billy let out a dark chuckle as he started down at you, panting breathlessly as he leaned back against your dresser to compose himself.
“Goddamn, baby. If I had known you could do that, I woulda had you under my desk this whole fuckin’ time.”
You had never gotten particularly turned on by dirty talk before, or maybe your previous partners just weren’t good at it, but every sinful word that slipped past Billy’s lips went straight to your core and you whimpered softly. He cocked his head to the side slightly as he stared down at you, arching one of his dark brows as a smug smirk tugged at his mouth.
“Look at you, on your knees like a pathetic whore. Couldn’t even help touchin’ yourself when you took my cock down your throat. Not such a fuckin’ brat now, are ya?”
“Billy-”
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“God yes.”
“Beg me. Stay on your knees, and beg.”
“Please.”
“Ah, c’mon. You can do better than that. You were runnin’ that fuckin’ mouth just fifteen minutes ago. Why should I give you what you want when you’ve been such a pain in my fuckin’ ass, huh?”
A needy whine slipped past your lips as you gripped furiously onto the hem of your dress that had ridden up your thighs, feeling frustrated by Billy’s cruelty and overwhelmed by the desire throbbing at the apex of your thighs. The tie around your wrists was starting to bite into your skin from how hard you were tugging at it.
“Please, Billy. I was good…I did what you asked. Please, I’m sorry. Let me make up for it, please. I need you to touch me…need it so bad, Billy. Please just touch me…please.”
You didn’t care how pathetic and desperate you sounded. You didn’t care that he could see the tears threatening to spill from how overwhelmed you were. You didn’t care that he had won this little battle of who could be more defiant. Your pride had completely gone out the window the second he had wrapped his hand around your throat.
“Stand up. Now.”
You pushed yourself up with your bound hands as best as you could, knees feeling somewhat wobbly from how turned on you were. Billy made a motion with his finger for you to turn around, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you followed his silent order with a soft whimper.
“Bend over.”
You heard a light rustling of fabric behind you as you leaned over your bed slightly, grasping your comforter in your nimble fingers. The sound of Billy’s belt hitting your floor made your ears perk up, and you instinctively arched your back even more, wiggling your ass ever so slightly. The warmth of Billy’s hands suddenly on the back of your thighs caused you to jump, and he snickered lowly as he agonizingly pushed your dress up past your hips slowly. A deep groan resonated in his throat behind you, and you shuddered at the sound.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. Got these panties fuckin’ soaked all the way through. You liked suckin’ my cock that much?”
“Yes.”
Billy delicately pushed the fabric aside, revealing your glistening cunt to him, and you shivered as the cool air made contact with your slicked folds. He lightly brushed his middle finger experimentally up and down your lips, humming in content behind you as you pushed your hips back against his hand for more. His other hand suddenly came down in a harsh slap against your ass, jolting you forward as you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Told you not to be fuckin’ greedy.”
Billy’s palm print stung against your ass, but the way he slowly outlined your clit with his index finger had you nearly on the verge of combusting.
“God…Billy…please…”
You could feel the warm, toned muscle of Billy’s stomach against your ass, and the blunt head of his hard cock brushing against your inner thigh. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties to lazily tug them down your thighs, slipping them off to stuff into his pocket.
“Always wanted to bend you over and fuck you in this dress. It’s my favorite.”
Billy gripped your ass in one of his large hands, kneading the flesh in his fingers as he slipped his index finger into your pussy, sucking in a deep breath loudly behind you as you moaned loudly.
“Goddamn you’re fuckin’ tight. No one’s fucked this pretty cunt properly, huh? No wonder you’re so bitchy all the time. Bet no one’s even made you come from fuckin’ you.”
Heat flushed into your cheeks at Billy’s words. The way he spoke to you should piss you off, and if you were level-headed, it probably would warrant your handprint being painted across his pretty face. But instead, all it did was make you want him more. You were slightly embarrassed that Billy was right. No other guy you’d been with had been able to get you off during sex. You always had to finish yourself off afterwards, which was frustrating. Billy grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you backwards so hard, you cried out as the back of your head was now flush against his chest and his mouth was right by your ear.
“I asked you a question, doll. I expect an answer.”
“N-No. No Billy…no one…fuck…no one has. Have to…God, have to take care of myself.”
You were nearly breathless just from Billy slowly pumping one of his fingers inside of you. He made a sound of disapproval in the back of his throat, lightly nipping at your jaw as his thumb quickly ghosted over your clit.
“My poor girl. That’s just fuckin’ criminal. You’ve got the prettiest pussy, baby. Bet it tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Let’s see.”
A loud whine slipped past your lips when Billy withdrew his finger from you, gripping onto your jaw to make you watch as he licked your wetness off his index and middle fingers, eyes fluttering shut as he moaned at the taste.
“It’s really too bad you were bein’ such a fuckin’ brat earlier, cause I’d like nothin’ more than to bury my face in that sweet cunt until you were beggin’ me to stop. Maybe next time, doll.”
Billy let go of your hair as he pressed his palm flat against your back between your shoulder blades, shoving you roughly face down into the mattress as he climbed onto your bed behind you. He reached underneath your stomach to unravel the tie from your wrists, only to drag your arms behind you to bind them together again behind your back. Billy rubbed the head of his cock teasingly against your clit, chuckling darkly as you whimpered into your sheets.
“Should’ve behaved, doll. You earned this.”
Without warning, Billy pushed the blunt head of his cock past your entrance, sheathing himself completely inside you with one powerful thrust that sent your body forward. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size before he was gripping onto your waist hard enough to leave perfect indentations of his fingertips, pistoning into you from behind at a savage pace. Your entire bedroom was filled with the cacophony of your moans and pleas of Billy’s name, the sound of his hips repeatedly snapping against the back of your thighs, and the squelch of your soaked cunt swallowing his thick cock over and over and over.
Billy gripped onto your bound wrists, grunting lowly behind you and roughly smacking his hand over your ass as he fucked you relentlessly into your mattress.
“This is all you needed, isn’t it? Just needed someone to fuck that goddamn attitude out of you, huh?”
You couldn’t form a single coherent thought. You couldn’t grab onto anything to hang onto. You couldn’t do anything except take everything Billy was giving you, and you loved it.
“C’mon pretty girl, don’t tell me I’ve fucked you stupid already.”
“I…I…Billy…”
Billy let go of your waist to lean over you, resting his bodyweight entirely on top of you as he pressed his chest flush to your back. There was something comforting about the weight and warmth of his body caging you in completely as his cock dragged deliciously along your walls, and it nearly made your eyes roll into the back of your head. His hand wrapped around your throat tightly once again, lifting your head up slightly as he sucked at the spot just below your ear, grunting lowly and nipping at your jaw.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? Wanted me to fuck you like this?”
You couldn’t speak. All you could do was nod feebly as you whimpered, reveling in the sensation of his fingers tightening around your throat.
“Wanted me to treat this pretty pussy right? Make you come around my cock?”
A louder whine fell past your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, and Billy groaned loudly in your ear as your walls clenched tightly around him.
“Then fucking take it. Take my cock and show me what a good girl you can be. Show me you can listen, c’mon. Wanna feel that pussy drip onto my balls when you come. Show me, baby.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too overwhelming. Billy pressed his fingers against your jaw to turn your head, capturing your lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he angled his hips to reach a further depth within you, sending you crashing into your orgasm with a sharp cry of his name. He was everywhere. The steady feeling of his hand around your throat and his arm around your waist kept you upright as your knees gave out. The scent of his cologne had you slipping further and further into another plane of existence as stars danced behind your eyes. The low, velvet timber of his voice sounded lightyears away in your ears as he praised you, telling you how proud of you he was, beaming about what a good girl you were for him. He continued to fuck into you brutally as he chased his own high, spilling into you with a loud moan of your name, trapping your body beneath his as you both collapsed onto your bed.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you slowly descended back to Earth, but as your vision started to become clear again, you noticed that Billy was laying on his back with one arm propped behind his head, and he had pulled you onto his chest. His fingers were slowly carding through your hair as he watched you, the edge of his mouth curling upwards when your eyes finally met his.
“There she is.”
Blinking slowly a few times, you stared up at Billy in a trance, your entire body simultaneously feeling weightless and heavy all at once. The satisfied smirk toying at the edge of his mouth had a rush of embarrassment coating your cheeks a deep shade of blush.
“Hi.”
“Hi pretty girl.”
Billy’s lips parted into a soft grin, and the warmth and intimacy of it had you hiding your face into his chest. He chuckled as he moved his hand to cup your cheek, gently lifting your jaw to get you to look at him.
“You alright?”
Anxiously nibbling at your bottom lip, you nodded your head slowly as you stared at him. The grin on his mouth languidly melted into something softer, and his eyes morphed into a more serious expression.
“You sure? Wasn’t too much, was it?”
“No…no it…it wasn’t.”
Billy stared into your eyes silently for a moment, searching for anything that would indicate you weren’t telling the truth. His lips fell somewhat into a frown as he stroked his thumb along your cheekbone.
“You really found a new job?”
“No.”
Billy paused his movements, arching one of his brows as his eyes narrowed slightly.
“You lied to me?”
“I was mad at you.”
Billy let out a deep exhale through his nose as he closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head slowly.
“Woman, you’re gonna send me into an early goddamn grave.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the exasperated look on Billy’s face, and his eyes immediately flew open as he stared at you incredulously.
“Oh that’s funny, huh?”
“No! I mean…kinda.”
Billy narrowed his eyes again as your lips pulled into a playful smile. He let out another deep exhale of annoyance dramatically, causing you to giggle before his lips pulled into a timid smile.
“So you’re not quittin’ then?”
“Unfortunately, no. My boss is kind of a dick, but he pays really well. He also gives mind blowing orgasms, so there’s that.”
Billy’s mouth split into the widest grin as he leaned in, brushing his nose gently against yours before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Your heart suddenly started to race as the severity of what just happened began to sink in.
You had just fucked your boss, and you weren’t sure what this meant moving forward. You weren’t sure if Billy actually liked you, or if he just wanted to fuck you. You also felt a lingering cloud of confusion looming over your head. Sex with Billy was incredible, and you definitely wanted more of it, but the way he was being so gentle with you made your head spin and reignited the ember of a crush you’d developed when you first started at Anvil.
But you weren’t sure if you could be with Billy. Ethical reasons aside, he was always so hot and cold with you, and the two of you argued about almost everything. Now you couldn’t tell if that was just due to the tension that had been thick between the two of you, or if you were just really that incompatible.
“Stop thinkin’ so hard.”
“What?”
“I can practically hear what’s goin’ on in your head right now.”
“No you can’t.”
Billy sighed as he pulled back to look at you, tilting his head to the side as he gave you a pointed look.
“We already back to this? Can’t we just enjoy the moment?”
“For how long, Billy?”
Billy’s brows furrowed slightly as he picked up on the vulnerability laced within your voice, sitting up a little to move closer to you as he wet his lips with his tongue.
“How long you want to?”
Billy stared at you silently as he waited for an answer. Your mind was a whirlwind of doubt and worst possible case scenarios, and you were struggling to find the silver lining.
“You’re my boss, Billy.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Do you even like me?”
“You’re jokin’, right?”
“No, Billy I’m not. Sometimes I genuinely can’t tell. Half the time I feel like you despise me.”
Billy dragged his palm down his face as he sat up fully, gesturing for you to sit up so he could take one of your hands to lace with his own.
“Baby, I mean this sincerely, you are an absolute pain in my ass. You get on my nerves more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life-”
“Billy-”
“I’m not finished. But, I don’t mind. Because you’re the only person brave enough to challenge me, to give me pushback when you feel like somethin’ ain’t right-”
“I thought you hated that-”
“My God woman, will you please shut up and let me talk?”
A scowl formed on your lips as you pulled your hand away from Billy’s briskly and crossed your arms over your chest. He let out a deep sigh as he cocked his head to stare at you, shaking his head with a light smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re a goddamn handful, but you’re mine. I like that you challenge me. I like that you argue with me. I like that you call me out on my shit. I need someone like that. I need you. I meant what I said earlier. I do think you’re fuckin’ impressive, and incredibly smart, and I don’t wanna see you go. Not just cause I’m selfish, but also cause you’re a valuable asset to my company. You’re damn good at your job, and you make me better at mine. I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick lately, but in my defense, you bring that out in me. And I’m sorry if I hurt your feelin’s earlier, I wasn’t tryin’ to. I just fuckin’ hated the way he kept starin’ at you. And when he said that to you, I lost it. You may not like how I handle things, but I am always gonna protect you and come to your defense. You understand?”
Billy’s heartfelt confession thawed the icy resentment that you had been feeling towards him, and you felt warmth bloom within your ribcage. You didn’t even know what to say to him. Swallowing thickly, you gave a slight nod of your head as you stared at him doe-eyed, not trusting your own voice to respond. Billy chuckled lightly as he shook his head, clicking his tongue against his cheek.
“So fuckin’ you and pourin’ my heart out to you is how I shut you up, huh?”
Rolling your eyes, you shoved at his chest as you scoffed.
“God, sometimes you ruin everything whenever you open your mouth.”
Billy suddenly pushed you onto your back, tearing a surprised gasp from your mouth as he held your hands captive above your head and peered down at you with lust once again clouding his eyes.
“Why don’t you let me fix it with my mouth, then.”
Billy positioned his knee between your thighs to nudge them apart, staring down at you hungrily as he leaned down to nip lightly at your bottom lip.
“Billy…”
A wicked smirk curled at the corner of his mouth at the breathy tone of your voice, pulling back slightly as you chased his mouth with a soft whine.
“Yes, baby?”
“How…what…I don’t-”
“Shh shh shh, we can figure that out later. Right now, I’m in the mood for something sweet.”
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Wrecked Masterlist
Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader
Features: A/B/O Dynamics, angst, smut, flirt, love triangle
Trigger Warnings: Darkish themes, manipulation, infertility, love triangle
Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?
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this is my first time doing a sleepover 😭😭 im gonna be honest, every ask i'll send will probs be billy russo 🥹✨
❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜
for this hoe pleaseeeeee
Hello my lovely! Well, I mixed up the asks(I’m mad about it and can’t believe I did that) and pasted the fic with the above prompt into the other ask. I am so so sorry for mixing them up, I’m happy they both came from you though.♥️
So the prompt for the below fic is “shut up and just let me help you!”
Again, I apologize for mixing them up but thank you again for sending in your asks and thank you for being a part of my sleepover. ♥️
You Are Not Alone
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Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: couple of swear words, angst, description of wounds, mention of weapons, alludes to smexy time, and of course fluff.
Word Count: 980
Summary: Billy comes home late, injured and tries to patch himself up without waking you.
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
Billy struggled to unlock and open the door with his right hand. The blood started to pool, darkening the material of his black jacket, it dripped down his arm, and peeked out from under the sleeve. The bullet was still inside and he was in a lot of pain. He winced as he turned the door knob and stepped inside.
It was late and more than likely, you were fast asleep in his bed.
Biting back the discomfort, he tried to move quietly into the main bathroom of the penthouse where he kept his first aid supplies for times like this.
The gunshot wound continued to throb under his jacket. He needed to get the bullet out but he was going to have to use his non-dominant hand to do it and he would also have to do it without waking you.
Billy didn’t want you to see him like this, covered in blood and dirt. The dried blood on his hands was not his, the spatter across his face wasn’t his either. Their mission tonight was reminiscent of missions during the war, very clandestine, under the cover of night, and in disguise. If anyone got close to him, their death was quick but not painless.
He made sure of that.
The deep stab wounds to the man’s back had punctured his lungs and Billy had given him a new “smile” across his throat. The smell of blood was thick all around him as he watched his enemy gasp for air and then collapse at his feet, soaking the earth underneath him.
He appreciated that you didn’t ask too many questions when it came to jobs like this one. You just told him to be careful so he could come home to you.
Those words play over and over in his head. “Just be safe, Billy. I need you to come home to me.”
When he removed his jacket, Billy saw the bullet wound in the light for the first time. He would be fine after taking the bullet out but it would be challenging.
Clenching his teeth, then biting his knuckles, he tried to keep from crying out in pain when he let the alcohol run over the wound but it was just loud enough for you to hear him.
Your eyes fluttered open and you sat bolt upright in bed. The space next to you was cold and empty where Billy should be but he wasn’t. The noise you heard was coming from the bathroom.
“Billy?” You called out softly, slipping on his hoodie.
No answer.
The cool air touched your bare legs as your feet touched the floor and you started to tip toe out of the bedroom.
“FUCK!” He yelled and whispered at the same time.
Turning the corner, you saw the faint glow of the bathroom light through the crack in the door.
“Billy? Are you ok?” You asked from behind the door.
Gently pushing it open, you heard him call out, “Don’t come in here, baby.”
Of course, you didn’t listen and pushed the door open anyway.
“Billy—“ You saw the blood dripping down his arm, coming from the hole that was there and it startled you.
“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “Is the bullet still in there?! Why are you not at the hospital?”
“I’m fine, sweet girl. I am. Go back to bed.” He said, calmly.
“Uh, yeah—fat chance, handsome. Let me help you.” You told him sternly as you picked up the rubbing alcohol.
He grabbed the alcohol bottle out of your hand. With raised eyebrows, he glared at you with his dark mysterious eyes that looked like two cups of espresso.
“I said I’m fine, y/n.” He said sharply through gnashed teeth.
Billy still needed reminding that he wasn’t alone anymore and he didn’t have to do everything himself. He had someone to help him with whatever he needed.
“Go back to sleep. I’ll come to bed when—“ He started to say before you cut him off.
“Shut up and just let me take care of you!!!” You said in a frustrated tone. “You can’t get that bullet out by yourself so shut it, soldier and let me help!”
“Did you just tell me to shut up?” Asked Billy, narrowing his eyes and then flashing his perfect smile at you.
“You are such a stubborn asshole sometimes, Billy Russo! How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to do everything by yourself! I love you and I’m here to HELP YOU!” You growled in his face.
He gently pressed his forehead against yours. “Number one, you turn me on when you yell at me like that so even though I’m wounded and in pain, we’ll give it a go when we’re done in here and number two…” He said with a wicked smile and then paused briefly.
Billy kissed the tip of your nose and with his eyes locked on yours said, “I love you too, sweet girl. I’ve done everything alone for so long, sometimes I feel like I still have to.”
“Well let me remind you again that you don’t.” You said, compressing your lips against his, one of your hands reached up to cup his cheek while his tongue pressed against your teeth, begging for access to yours.
He smiled warmly as he pulled away and asked, “Wait…can you remind me one more time?”
He winked at you as you playfully rolled your eyes.
“Just hold still and let me get that bullet out, lieutenant.” You said, reaching for the alcohol and the surgical pliers.
Billy kissed you again.
“Well, be gentle. I’m not puttin’ out if you hurt me.” He said, chuckling a little.
Silently, you said “you can trust me,” before replying,
“I will never hurt you, my love.”
And you meant that…in every way.
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Jealousy
After falling into bed, neither you or Billy are sure where you stand
Miserable. There was no other word for it. What made it worse was that you couldn't talk to the one person you always turned to because he was the reason for the misery.
You were laid across Karen's couch, watching her pace the floor as she talked to someone from the bulletin. They were stressing about the evening edition and Ellison was out for a couples days due to his daughter's wedding. You were glad she had seniority meaning you could just watch her bitch at the interns and not have to intervene.
You turned until your feet was over the back of the couch and your hair was touching the floor. If nothing else you managed to pull a smile to her face when she saw your current position. She made a few more loops before hanging up. She cocked her head to the side staring at you "Honey? Something wrong?"
You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to tell her that the previous week you'd spent Friday night and most of Saturday in Billy's bed? The first night could've been blamed on the alcohol but when the two of you woke up the next morning you weren't sure what the excuse could be for the other two rounds you went for in the bed or the one in the shower or the one on his couch.
She studied you for a moment "Bullshit. Spill" she crossed her arms and you grinned slightly "uh oh. I've instigated Miss Page" she shook her head and motioned with her fingers for you to turn the correct way on the couch. You turned slowly, steadying yourself before patting the cushion next to you "I want to tell you but you and Frank have one of them annoyingly close and trusted relationships where you don't hide anything from each other"
She sat down and you saw the tiny crease between her eyes which meant she was trying to figure out the meaning behind your words "Did something happen while we were gone last weekend?:" you groaned before burying your face in your hands. Maybe if you weren't looking at her it wouldn't be as bad? "I slept with Billy" you mumbled.
After silence overtook you both you weren't sure she'd heard you. The moment you pulled your hands down you knew she had because she was staring at you open mouthed "What?" You let out a long sigh "I had sex with Billy, a few times actually over the course of Friday night leading into Saturday afternoon"
She looked nearly comical the way she opened and shut her mouth a few times before finally asking "Well was it good?" "Karen!" You scolded and she cracked up laughing "What am I supposed to say here? I mean are you two like together now?"
You shrugged "I don't know. I mean we've talked since then but not about what happened.Billy has always been flirty with me and he's big on physical touch so I have no fucking clue where I stand because I mean he's Billy. He's my friend and means a lot to me but I know he's not the settle down one woman type. I don't want to bring up the elephant in the room just to get shut out you know?" She nodded slowly, a sigh escaping her. "Christ I'm glad Frank had to work late. My poker face is shit if I don't have forewarning"
You laughed lightly "Also explains why I've been avoiding direct conversation with Frank. He can see right through my bullshit" she nodded again "True. I mean, we're all going out tomorrow night for Foggy and Marci's anniversary. You'll have moral support. I think Curt has a date but everyone else will be there even Claire and Jess are coming. Test the waters maybe?"
You slouched down further on the couch, nearly hitting the floor "What if I just hide under your bed and refuse to come out?" She laughed "Well I mean you could but do you really want to be under and listen when.." "No!" You cut her off mid sentence sliding on down to the floor "Fine. I'll go but I'm sticking close to you and Frank so no funny business until I head home got it?" She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing at your distress "Yes ma'am"
Frank walked into the bar with one arm around Karen who was holding your hand. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this. It was Billy. You'd known each other for so long, a part of you wasn't surprised that you fell into bed. The attraction had long since been there you just never meant to actually give in to it.
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A part of you wanted to just hide behind Frank all night but he'd know something was up if you didn't socialize at least a bit. As much as you didn't want to face an awkward conversation with Billy, one with Frank seemed even worse somehow.
The moment you walked into the door the music hit your ears. It was a song you loved, that calmed your nerves slightly. Frank stopped before turning to you and Karen "You two want your usuals?" You nodded so he kissed Karen's cheek before heading to the bar. Karen pulled you closer to her, wrapping an arm around your shoulders "Breathe. It'll be fun. All our friends are here. It's gonna be a good evening"
You looked around and spotted Foggy dancing with Marci. They both waved when they saw the two of you. You heard your name being called and saw Jessica and Trish heading their way towards you and Karen. You smiled seeing the two of them, Jessica was a little rough around the edges but you'd known her for some time. "Hey Jess! Hey Trish!" You greeted.
"Good to see you Y/N, you too Karen" Trish greeted as Jessica pulled you into a one armed hug. She glanced around once she released you "Where's Castle? I know him and Russo are around here somewhere" Frank walked back up about that time "Dunno where Bill is but how ya been Jess?" The two of then started talking so Trish grabbed your arm "Care for a dance?" You laughed cutting your eyes at Karen "I'll be back and don't worry you're still my favorite blonde"
Karen's laughter trickled to your ears as Trish pulled you onto the dance floor.
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After about half an hour you figured Billy just wasn't coming. He'd yet to show up so you had relaxed into the evening, even venturing away from Karen and Frank a few times. You were waiting at the bar for another drink when you had that hope squashed. You felt someone step up next to you, a hand brushing against your lower back and spun to tell whoever it was to give you some breathing room. Instead of some random drunk though Billy was leaning on the bar with a grin spread across his face "Easy there Y/N"
You let out a breath because even though you hadn't looked forward to facing him the thought of some overly enthusiastic drunk asshole made your head hurt. "Hey Billy" you greeted with a small smile. He looked good as always, black jeans and a dark green sweater. His eyes bore into you slightly and you had to resist the urge to fidget in your seat from the weight of his stare.
When the bartender came over with your drink Billy reached over your head before you could pay to hand him a twenty. "Rest of her drinks go on my tab" you raised an eyebrow at the bartender "No they don't. Keep that twenty as a tip" then passed over the amount for the drink in your hand.
The bartender looked a mixture of amused and not wanting to get into whatever you and Billy had going on. He passed Billy a beer then walked off. "So I can't pay for your drinks?" "I've never asked for you to pay my way Billy. I have a decent job, might not be a ceo who wears custom made suits on the daily but I get by well enough" he chuckled lightly "You have always been so damn independent. It doesn't hurt to let someone help ya"
You shook your head, staring up at him as you said "If someone is harassing me hell yeah I'll ring for help, my car break down and it's more than I have at hand I will call but Billy I can buy my own drinks" he smiled broadly "Ok darling. At least you've agreed to let me help with anything big"
You pushed away from the bar and felt him follow you. Billy's presence was something you couldn't very well ignore even if you wanted to.
When you got closer to the table you'd been sitting at with Karen and Frank she cut her eyes up and you knew the moment she spotted Billy behind you because they got wider. You slid onto the chair next to her so Billy took up residence in the chair on your right. "Damn Bill. Didn't think you were gonna make it"
You turned towards Karen begging for conversation when Billy said "That meeting with Samantha Milton ran longer than I thought" Frank made a noise which was a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. You knew what that meant. Samantha was gorgeous and eyeing Billy, probably vice versa as well. "Yeah I bet it did"
You felt your entire body stiffen when Billy's leg bumped against yours and prayed he didn't notice. He reached his left hand out to rest on your knee but you moved away quickly, nearly knocking into Karen.
"Y/N you good?" Frank asked and you smiled "Yeah. I um I gotta use the bathroom. Karen wanna come with me?" She smiled at Frank "We'll be right back" she grabbed your arm and the two of you slipped away into the crowd. God you were an idiot. Why did you think it would change anything? Yeah the sex was amazing but it was just sex, that much was now blazingly apparent.
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"So what's the play?" Karen asked after clearing the bathroom to ensure it was in fact just the two of you. You stared at her blankly "What play Kare?"
She motioned towards the door "Billy and the Milton chic?" You smiled despite everything. Karen was a one in a million friend, willing to go to bat even when you weren't. You shook your head "There's no play Kare. Me and him had a drunk night that washed over into the next day. I shouldn't let it effect years of friendship and I'm not going to so please just act like you know nothing? For my sake, for Frank's sake"
She rolled her eyes but nodded "Fine but I'm accidently kicking him at least once tonight" you laughed and grabbed her hand to head back out "I'd expect nothing less"
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By the time the two of you made it back to the table Frank was talking on the phone while Billy was peeling the label off his beer looking borderline annoyed. "Something wrong?" You asked once you were sat back down next to him.
He cut his eyes at you "Could ask you the same" "I'm good" you replied and held his gaze. He nodded slowly "Good" Frank hung up then looked at Karen "How long you wanna stay out?" She shrugged "It's Friday night. None of us have to work tomorrow" he grinned "Good. Remember Rumlow?"
Your eyes shot up at the name. Brock Rumlow. He was a couple years older than Frank and former army rangers. He'd gone into working for shield and last you heard worked close with Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. He was pretty chill and not bad to look at either. "Brock’s in town?" You asked and he nodded "Should be here in a few minutes" "Awesome. Glad I decided to come out tonight then"
You missed the look that passed between Billy and Frank and the way that Billy's jaw clenched at your words. So you had been on the fence about coming out, even though it was originally for Marci and Foggy. Now you were excited to see Rumlow of all people?
He was sitting right next to you, within arm's reach. If you wanted anything all you had to do was ask. He thought after the hours you'd spent together the previous weekend that it was a step towards him and you being more than friends. He'd done everything in his power to show you how good he could make you feel, how much he wanted you. He could still feel your nails biting into his back, hear the way you moaned his name. What the hell had he done wrong?
Maybe you'd gotten the wrong idea, thought it was just sex. Maybe you didn't want him the way he wanted you? Shit though, every day he had women and some days men throwing themselves at him. He was a good lucking guy, damn good job and thought he treated you well. He was also your friend, he knew you in every way. Why the fuck were you excited to see Rumlow?
You spotted Brock the moment he walked in. He was about Frank's build, black hair he always wore short but not cropped. The thing that always got you was the fact that much like Frank and Billy, Brock had this aura about him that any creep within fifty feet would immediately back off their mark. You could sense the fact that all three men were dangerous, had done unspeakable things and would do so again to protect someone they deemed worth of it.
Frank let out a loud whistle and Brock grinned when he spotted all of you. "Castle! How the hell are ya?" The two of them greeted each other with that one armed hug men do. "Can't complain man" Frank replied with a laugh as Brock drug another chair over to the table, sitting between you and Karen. "How's it going Russo?" He asked Billy who gave a sharp nod "Like Frankie said man, can't complain"
Brock nodded then looked between you and Karen "You two are gorgeous as always" you and her both smiled. "Nice to see you too Brock" she replied and you added "Yeah its been a while. I wanna hear about Darcy and Jane!"
The two of you went into a conversation, dragging Karen in as well. Out the corner of your eye you saw Frank cut his eyes at Billy "Let's grab another round" "Yeah I don't know how much longer I'm staying out" Billy replied but stood to follow Frank nonetheless.
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Brock watched them walk away then looked back towards you "Something up with Russo? Last time I saw him like that my unit was passing his and Frank's overseas" you shrugged one shoulder as Karen leaned up to look around Brock at you "Couldn't even imagine what's wrong with Billy"
Brock looked from Karen to you "Did I miss something?" You shook your head "Don't worry about it Brock, now tell me more about Darcy"
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Billy followed Frank back to the table carrying his drink and yours. He could feel his jaw clench harder when he heard your laughter then got closer to see your head laid over on Brock’s arm as you both laughed.
"What's so funny?" He asked sitting down next to you. You glanced towards him and shrugged "Brock was telling us something about one of the women he works with" Brock was watching you while you talked to Billy and christ a part of him wanted to ask just what the hell Brock was looking at.
What was wrong with him? Rumlow was a decent enough guy. He'd known him for years, why the hell was he getting under his skin so much tonight?
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The answer hit him like a brick when a song started playing that he knew you and Karen both loved. Karen's eyes lit up "Frank wanna dance?" The two of them headed for the dance floor.
You sat there for a moment, clearly considering your next option before turning to Brock "I only see you like every six months or so, wanna push me round the dance floor one time?" He nodded "Would be my pleasure doll"
He watched the two of you head to the dance floor and silently fumed. The idea of Brock’s hands on your body was infuriating. Images of you under him flashed through his head, the way your skin tasted on his lips. Christ the way you'd felt.
When the images changed to you under Brock, clinging to him, moaning his name Billy damn near broke the glass in his hand. His eyes flew up to the dance floor and when he spotted you with your body that close to Brock’s he was on his feet without another thought. Fuck this, fuck things left unsaid. If he was going to lose any chance with you tonight, it wouldn't be because he went down without a fight.
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"You gonna tell me what's really going on with you and Bill?" Brock asked after a moment. You shrugged looking up at him "I can't tell you"
"Why not?" He asked with a smirk, leaning down a little closer to the point that if anyone just glanced it probably looked like a kiss had been shared. "Promise not to tell" he whispered. You laughed before burying your face into the crook of his neck "We slept together"
"What's that?" He asked so you leaned back to look up at him "We've been dancing around each other then Frank and Karen were gone and we were alone" he laughed and you weren't sure if it was how you worded things or the look you were sure you had on your face "So that's why he's plotted my murder four times?"
You shook your head "It's not like that Brock" he looked over your head and chuckled "Sure about that?" You were about to ask what he'd meant when you heard Billy's voice "Anyway I can cut in? I wanna talk to Y/N"
Your eyes widened when Brock’s reply was "Up to her man. She asked me to dance" you could practically feel Billy bristle up. Any time he got angry enough to fight he was like a tightly coiled spring, like a damn animal ready to pounce. You winked at Brock "Yeah, fine by me" he nodded then leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek before saying "In that case I'm gonna go find Nelson and his girl"
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You turned back to Billy and christ his eyes were pitch black. Oh he was angry. "You wanted to dance?" You asked innocently. He reached one hand out to pull you flush against his body "Can we walk outside and talk instead, Doll" the edge he put to the word doll was sharp enough you could feel a shiver run up your spine.
You looked around to see that Frank was looking over at the two of you. "Frank's watching Billy" his eyes never left yours when he said "I don't care" you pushed back from him "I do. You're not gonna ignore me for the most part then act possessive"
A groan left him "Y/N, sweetheart I have never been rough with you but this is one time if you won't stop being a stubborn ass I very well may throw you over my damn shoulder and walk out this bar, Frank be damned" you raised an eyebrow at the threat. Part of you wanted to call his bluff, the other was afraid if Frank got the wrong idea. "Fine. I'll go outside and talk to you"
His hand went to your lower back "C'mon then" you snatched away from him "I'm grabbing my jacket and telling Frank and Karen some excuse" He cut his eyes at you but nodded.
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Frank was watching you hard when you walked back over "Everything good?" You nodded, forcing a smile "This place is kinda packed. I need some fresh air so Billy offered to walk me outside"
Frank nodded, looking at Billy before saying "You got her?" Billy nodded "Yeah man. Always" you smiled when Billy offered you his arm in front of Frank so you took it, holding onto it until you were outside.
You snatched away from Billy the moment you were outside "Talk" he scoffed when you walked a few feet away from him. "What are you doing with Rumlow?" He knew you better than he knew himself which meant he knew exactly what button to push to make you just pissed enough that truth would come slipping out your lips.
"The hell you mean?" You asked and he smirked "Oh Brock’s coming. Oh dance with me Brock. You sound like a damn high-school kid at your first dance" you crossed your arms, glaring at him "Fuck you Billy"
He laughed at that, quickly covering the space between you. He left just enough room to not be completely crowding your space "Fuck me huh? Didn't you already do that?"
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How dare he be so damn cocky? How dare he know you well enough to know what would get under your skin? "Damn you" you shoved his chest when you spoke "You have side stepped for a week! You wouldn't fucking talk about it! You acted like it didn't happen! If it was just sex you could've told me Billy"
His smirk just got deeper with every word you spoke and every time you shoved against him "Are you done?:" he asked when you stopped talking. You glared up at him. He was do damn close and fuck he smelled good.
One of his hands came up to catch your face and fuck it all you nearly lost all composure then and there at the memories of his hands on your body. "Wanna know what I think?" He asked holding your face in place. "What?" He smiled before surging forward, catching your lips with his own.
His other hand went to your hip and pulled you against his body. You almost whimpered against his lips when he walked you backwards until your back brushed the wall of the bar. He pulled back just enough that you both got a breath of air before attacking your lips again.
You got your senses enough to push his chest. One movement was all it took for him to pause in his actions "What is this Billy? Between us?" He raised an eyebrow trying to catch your lips again and when you wouldn't let him he dropped his forehead to your neck "Tell me you haven't thought about us. Tell me you don't want us" one of his hands moved from your hip, down your thigh to slide under the skirt you were wearing. Your breath caught in your throat at the feelings of his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"What about Samantha Milton?" You managed to breathe out, feeling his smile against your skin. The hand on your thigh slid up further and when his fingers grazed over your clothed center it took every ounce of will power you'd ever had to not crumple then and there. He caught your lips in a bruising kiss before a smirk slipped onto his face "You're jealous"
He let his hand return to your hip, giving you a chance to think more clearly "and you're not jealous over Brock?" You saw his jaw clench and couldn't fight the urge to make him admit it "Maybe I should go back in there to him" his grip tightened on your hips "I wonder what his tongue would feel like, how his hands on my body would feel"
He leaned down to be face to face "I don't fuckin want Milton. I want you and I know for a fact Brock ain't takin you from me without one of us getting our ass beat tonight. So either tell me here and now you don't want me and I'll go knock that smirk off his face or tell you want me and I'll take you home with me and see just how many times I can get you to scream my name. Hell ill fuck you here and now so the whole of New York City knows you're my girl"
You swallowed hard at his words whether from the fact that he'd called you his girl or that you were trying to ignore the wave of heat they pushed through you. Your decision was made before you ever spoke "Take me home"
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A Song of Sirens
You’d been watching him for months now. He moved with a grace that most humans lacked. Lifting and hoisting and moving heavy objects with ease.
He walked along the deck effortlessly, sea legs someone had called it. The rocking motion of the boat in the swells of the ocean but he held firm.
You’d been warned of coming too close to shore, to be wary of the docks where men kept their ships. But it was all so big and bright and tantalizing. Shouts and laughter rang out between the men.
Ropes were tossed and engines were cleaned. You recognized some of the vessels that you had seen tackle the open ocean. The port side town was bustling this time of the year.
Keeping your head just below the surface, praying a stray beam of sun didn’t catch in a way to glimmer across your scales. It was usually cloudy and gray here, but that didn’t seem to dampen spirits.
You’d even hear the fisherman sing joyful tunes when out on the sea. Whistling, notes being played on some manner of instrument and loud boisterous voices echoing out into the blackness of the night.
When it was so dark that the sky and sea seemed to blend together, like a painter foregoing use of color at all save for the white specks of stars gleaming in the sky.
You swam just under one of the docks, shadows skimmed over your face as boots clunked above you dimming out the light with their movement towards one of the larger boats docked there.
The Sirens Splendor was painted across the side in bright green lettering. A full team of men tossing rations, rope, and wooden boxes onto the deck. You let your arms drape around the side of a supporting beam bolstering the deck.
Eyes darting to examine every man aboard, you’d been watching this ship for long enough. Recognizing the voices, matching the faces. The captain strode forward yelling to a crew member about something.
He was stocky, tall, with close cropped dark hair and a nose that looked like it had broken once or twice. The men fell in line immediately at his call and movement picked up aboard.
You had begun to learn their fishing schedule, what fish they went out for specifically each time, for how many days they were at sea. Your curiosity had been piqued.
The days would be long, and you were just an observer. Swimming along but always staying far enough away that there was no chance of you being snagged in their nets or baskets.
Of course you’d been reprimanded by your family for straying too close. For your new obsession with the humans that just hadn’t been there before.
Or maybe it always had been there but you’d ignored it for so long that it reared up with a renewed fury.
Consuming your every thought, you had swam to the small fishing town multiple times and every time there was something new to see. Something new to learn. How you ached to ask your questions to one of them.
To speak with a human, would be quite an adventure.
“All right men, sooner we move out, sooner we can be home.” The captain had a gruff voice but it carried across the harbor, cutting through the wind that was picking up.
More sounds of shuffling and then he came into view. Tall, taller than the captain and leaner but sturdy as well. You’d seen him stand in place as intimidating waves had crashed into the side of the boat.
A shock of dark hair and grown out scruff, not quite a beard like other crew members. Climbing from below deck and tossing a large metal basket off to the side before resuming his place next to the captain.
You didn’t realize how shallow your breathing had become, fingers tightening on the support pole. Eyes never leaving his face. One of the crew member must have said something funny cause a loud laugh rang out from him.
It was like something in your chest melted. Watching his dark eyes crinkle with mirth and a raised hand to block the stray ray of sunlight from his face.
He turned and exchanged words with the captain who nodded, turning on a heel and making his way into the wheelhouse.
“Take her out boys!” His voice rang out, clear and melodious to your ears. A chorus of calls echoed back to him and you didn’t miss the twitch of his lips, the subtle hint of a dimple on his cheek.
As you watched the boat pull out, leaving the safety of the harbor and out into the murky colored water before them, your heart begged you to follow. Relaxing your grasp and diving deep below as fast as your tail would carry you.
Watching the bubbles and feeling the current from the boat brush along your face like a lovers caress. Come, follow me. Come.
Picking up pace as you noticed the engine heaving overtime carrying them further and further out to sea. Night was beginning to fall and the last slashes of sunlight broke through the gathering clouds.
The bright rays danced across the ever moving surface, sparkling crystals against a backdrop of navy. Surfacing briefly to see how much farther you had to catch up and panting realizing how far away they were still.
Humans and their machines. You cursed to yourself and dove once more, hoping to catch an undercurrent that would shoot your closer to them.
The water deepened as the sun had finally set and your eyes adjusted to the dimness.
Fish swam around you, darting off in this direction and that. Some unknowingly swimming towards the ship as well. The ocean felt icier in the dark.
Beautiful and dangerous. And yet these men braved it. Did it call to them like it did you? Was it as much a part of them as the merpeople below? If only you could ask them…
It felt like eons that you attempted to keep pace, heart beating rapidly in your chest, your body growing sore, dying to stop. Fate apparently listened to your pleas because you could see the boat slowing.
A metallic clunk and grinding sound cut through the water as you watched a large anchor lowering through the depths ahead of you. Looking up towards the surface, wondering if it was dark enough that you could peak out unseen.
You could almost hear your older sister’s scolding at how stupid you were being. How humans were dangerous and to stay as far away from them as possible.
Shaking your head as if to remove her scathing words from your mind, instead swimming as close to the boat as you could get.
Touching the hull, hands dragging along the surface, edging closer and closer to where the air met the water. Camouflaged by darkness and being so close to the vessel, only someone deliberately looking would find you.
Ears straining to hear what was being said. Something about good fishing weather and a moving towards the Bering sea.
Then you heard his voice, not being able to make out what he was saying but the men seemed to agree with him.
The waves picked up, jostling you from your spot and nearly taking you back out to open water. Your tail thrashed to propel you forward once more, this time choosing to take hold of the anchor chain.
You cringed at the loud slap your tail made against the next crash of water.
“Sounds like the weather is picking up.” It was him. You bit your lip as you heard movement, footsteps walking right to where you were.
You crowded as close to boat as you could, knowing if you made an escape now you’d surely be seen. Venturing a glance upwards you saw his face as close as you’d ever seen it.
He was beautiful.
A firm square jaw, a muscle ticking on the side as he stared out at the ever increasing white caps. A gust of wind carried across the deck further mussing his tousled brown hair.
You didn’t realize how tightly you were holding the anchor chain as you leaned forward, just to see his eyes better.
They were dark. Like the sea at night. Focused purely on the water before him.
“How’s it lookin’ Bill?” Another voice. The captain you assumed.
You watched his throat work, fingers that had been clutching the side of the boat released and gave a few wary taps on the wood.
“Looks rough, captain. We may be in for a long night.”
“Perfect.” But you could tell from the inflection in his voice, that it was in fact, not perfect. “We’d better make sure rigging and the engine are in shape should we need to head back.”
You listened to more movements throughout the boat, feeling it begin to rock more steadily with the waves. A few forks of lightning stretched across the sky off in the distance.
Eventually it began to grow silent and you realized they had probably gone to sleep. Feeling a growing sense of disappointment, realizing you’d had to go home and be left to wonder about their fishing trip.
Then a voice rang out. No. Sang out. A lyrical tune that carried on the wind and into your ears. A pleasant tone.
Then another voice joined in and then another. Soon you could hear laughter and the growing swell of the sea shanty from above deck. One man sang a verse while the others responded with some sort of refrain.
You wished you could see them, instead having to imagine them, their faces, as they sang. Then you heard his voice sing out.
What had the captain called him? Bill.
He sang another verse of the song. While it sounded upbeat in melody the words were melancholy. His voice, strong and clear.
Of course it was as beautiful as his face.
You closed your eyes listening to the song as it morphed into another tune then another after that.
You had drifted into some fantasy in your head, dreaming of joining along with them, standing on deck by their sides. Then the shouting began.
Eyes popping open wildly you noticed how much the boat had started to sway dangerously close to the water, back and forth. Pummeled by wave after wave.
It had been a steady stream of movement before but now it picked up erratically , as if out of nowhere. Calls of the men to one another became harder and harder to hear as the wind and ocean drowned out all sound.
A small gap lay between the edge of the boat and the deck and if you could just peer into it you could see what was happening.
The captains voice called out, shouting orders and it didn’t escape your notice the slight frantic tone to it. Another wave struck the side of the ship, it groaned as it tilted to the side.
Hoisting yourself as best you could to the lip of the opening, catching feet running past. The fisherman had begun to move into the most sheltered areas, but water quickly claimed anything that wasn’t tied down.
“Smith make sure the cargo is secure!” At that you noticed a smaller man, no, a young boy running towards one of the large wooden crates that was sliding freely across the deck.
He couldn’t be over the age of 17. Lean and much less experienced than the other men aboard.
He struggled with the ropes, hands slipping and losing balance frequently.
“Hold on!” Bill had shouted, pushing off from where he’d been holding tight to the stairs leading to the wheelhouse. Rushing over to help the boy.
“Everyone else below deck! Hold onto something!” The captain screamed against the whipping wind as another wave sprayed mist, blanketing the already slippery deck surface.
Bill had helped secure the crate, wedging it between two others and tying an intricate knot to hold them firmly. Smith had tied one of the other loose boxes down.
“Smith, Billy, get the hell inside!” The boat creaked and shuddered at the onslaught of waves. The water seemed more white and rushing as the waves crested higher around then.
The two had started making their way back to the safety underneath until Smith lost his footing, sliding, knees hitting the decks surface with a crack.
Billy turned, seeing the boy barely able to stand, running back towards him. Another wall of water crashed into the vessel knocking them both off kilter.
You saw one of the crates break free, the one the boy had tied down, apparently not good enough. Billy had seen it too, as the large object moved with deadly speed towards the young boy.
You wanted to scream to look out, noticing another rogue wave gearing up, moving towards the boat like a shark to an unsuspecting guppy.
The crate sped towards Smith but Billy rushed forward, pushing the boy with all his might, sending him sprawling backwards into a pile of ropes on deck.
Why happened next felt like it moved in slow motion to you.
The full blunt force of the crate hit Bill head on, knocking the wind out of him. Then the largest wave you’d seen yet smashed into the side of the boat, swirling across the deck and taking the box and Billy with it over the side.
Pulling back just in time from the gap you’d been looking through, you watched him soar past you into the frothy mixture of sea below. The cargo box had struck him dead center of his chest, pushing him into the drink like an anchor of its own.
A high pitched ringing sounded in your ears, the shouts from the men above seemed so far away. And then you were jumping into the murky deep yourself.
It was so dark and so cold. Even for you. You couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be a human, to have the air ripped from your lungs.
Your tail propelled you forward, the ache in your limbs from your earlier swim long forgotten. Pushing faster and faster. The white of his shirt and the light color of his skin was all you could see.
He would surely die if you didn’t get to him. His eyes were closed, bubbles leaving his lips, the box crushing him as they both plummeted to the ocean floor.
With some unknown strength you managed to get close enough to him to grasp his shirt, taking hold of him arm and pulling with all your might. Your fingers and muscles screamed in retaliation.
Panicking, wondering if this would be a fruitless effort. The man you’d been entranced with for months, dead because you’d failed. The ocean had failed you.
But then you got purchase on his torso, tearing him free from the crate that continued its downward descent. Rushing you both towards the surface as fast as you could.
Everything was black, until it wasn’t. Breaking free of the surface and somehow managing to hold him upright, his head slung off to the side.
Pushing the soaked-through strands of hair away from his face, wondering if he was breathing. How did you get him to breathe?
None of that would matter if you both didn’t get out of this storm. The fishing boat was so far away now. Shrinking in the distance, further and further away.
So you turned tail and did all that you could. Start swimming you both to shore.
It took hours to get back. The storm splashing water into both your faces, struggling to keep him above the surface. It had felt so much faster when you could dive underwater and just swim.
His eyes remained shut, maybe he was already dead. Why did that thought cause a huge knot in your throat?
You barely even knew him. He’d been a pretty surface dweller that captured your attention and nothing more.
Arranging his body to drape an arm over your shoulder to keep him from slipping you pressed your face into his neck.
Hoping to get a better hold of him, but then you felt that fluttering of a pulse right by his jaw. He was alive.
Relief washed over you just like the waves that surrounded the two of you. A renewed strength entering your bones. Pushing forward, knowing it wasn’t all for nothing. You wouldn’t let it be.
You could cry at the sight of land. Then a few tears did escape when you tossed both your bodies onto the shore. Sand caking to your skin and hair, seaweed clinging to one of Billy’s legs.
It felt like the muscle in your chest would explode. Either out of pride that you’d done it, or the tiredness because…you’d done it.
Regardless you both were on land. You’d saved him. You watched his chest rise and fall. Water dribbling out of his mouth at the corners.
You wanted to do something else, help him somehow but you were just so tired. Your heart raced as you reached out and touched his hand. It was so cold.
The ocean had been frigid, but where one of his boots slipped off, there didn’t seem to be any sign that something was amiss.
Crawling across the sand until you were right next to him, huddling closer, hoping your warmth would seep into him. Heal him in some foreign way you weren’t privy to.
As you rested your head on your arm, gazing up at him, wondering what had brought you to this moment. When your sisters heard about this…that you’d rescued a human-
Your older sister would disown you. You’d probably be a hero to the younger one. You huffed out a laugh as best you could at that.
Then a sudden shift and you heard him make a noise. You froze in place. It sounded like a groan but then he went still again. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.
Returning to look upon him, your fingers itched to touch his face. To feel the scratch of his scruff against the soft pads on your hands. To wipe the salty water from his brow.
Raising a hand to hover it over him. Why were you shaking?
Smoothing back a few locks of his hair, enjoying how they felt between your fingers. You couldn’t help but wonder how they felt dry. Letting your hand graze further down, drawing a line along the length of his nose.
His skin was smooth, unmarred from scars or blemishes. The tantalizing brush of hair that coated his face danced along your nerve endings.
You yearned to know what he smelled like when he wasn’t coated in saltwater. Your eyes drifted down following your hand. On his neck the steady thrum of a pulse set your mind at ease.
His shirt had been torn, buttons ripped away from when you pulled him free of the crate. The smooth plane of his chest was on display for you freely.
Touching him was intoxicating. Hand pressed to the center of his chest where his heart beat, the only feeling of warmth in the center, hopefully spreading to the rest of his body.
You watched your hand on his chest, rising and falling rhythmically. Unable to believe you were even touching him. Entranced by the movement. Up. Down.
“Billy.” You said aloud, enjoying the taste of it on your tongue. Feeling his heart steady and constant beneath your fingertips.
You could fall asleep, the tiredness setting in as the adrenaline wore off. Heavy lidded eyes moved from your hand on his chest drifting lazily back up to his face.
Where his eyes were open.
Icy fear shot through your entire body, pulling your hand away immediately like it’d been electrocuted.
Moving as fast as your poor body would take you, sand spraying in your wake as you dove back into the water, disappearing beneath the surface once more.
Billy had pushed up from where he lay, flexing his hands experimentally, dragging one over his face. Fists rubbing into his eyes as he blinked out towards the water.
He should be dead. But he wasn’t. Maybe he had died for a moment because what he had just seen…no one would believe him.
Swallowed too much seawater they’d say. Except for maybe Frank. He’d been on these waters for far longer than all of them. Seen so many things.
A soft splash and rivulets of water shot into the air followed by a glistening green tail, breaking the now calmed waters surface.
So it was real.
He was alive. A mermaid had saved him.
You swam far enough out that you were sure he couldn’t see you in the inky black night, but your enhanced vision allowed you to see him.
He remained seated on the beach, staring out at the water. But not just at the water, it seemed, it felt, like he was looking right at you.
And so you looked back. Certain all he saw was darkness and yet it felt comforting, exhilarating even, to see and be seen.
Maybe this is all it was. And maybe it was something more.
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a silence so loud
pairing: billy russo x fem!reader
summary: after an argument, you decide to give billy the silent treatment. billy finds out just how much he hates it
warnings: angst + fluff, allusions to sex
word count: 3.2k
note: when men grovel 🥰🥰
it has been a hectic past few days at anvil. billy had been burning the midnight oil this whole week. he sat at his desk, fingers rubbing over his temple as he looked over his paperwork. a half empty bottle of bourbon resting on the surface, his trusty companion these past few nights. a sigh leaves his lips as stretches his neck, rolling his shoulders back.
“billy?”
billy almost doesn't hear you, too engrossed with the file in his hand. when he doesn't answer, you quietly step into his office. “billy?” you say again. this time he barely glances up at you before going back to his work.
you suck in a breath, walking over to stand in front of his desk. his disheveled state getting clearer the closer you come, the bags under his eyes, his hair in disarray, his suit jacket hanging off the back of his chair, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.
you had been working at anvil part time, helping out with some administration work whenever you needed to. billy took a particular interest in you. people warned you about getting involved with someone from work. the fact that billy was your boss certainly did not help.
you tried to fight the attraction, but in all honesty, you didn't want to. billy russo is… alluring. so after months of flirty banter, you finally agreed to go out on a date with him, much to his pleasure.
“how long have you been here?”
billy shrugs, continuing to comb through his files. “okay. when was the last time you ate something?”
“sandwich at lunch.” he mumbled, you almost didn't hear it. “billy, that was almost twelve hours ago.”
“so?”
you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, “here,” you put down a brown paper bag on his desk, “burger and fries. eat.” his hand moves to grab the bag and your eyes widen in satisfaction, but quickly dim down when he moves it to the side as it was resting on top of a document.
“not hungry.” billy murmurs, crossing out something with his pen. you internally groan at his shortness. you know he’s stressed, which is why you stayed behind today, to see if you could convince him to take a break. but your boyfriend is a stubborn man, determined, but stubborn.
“babe, you gotta eat.” he doesn't respond to that. “want something done right, i gotta do it myself.” he mutters to himself as he crumples up a piece of paper and carelessly tosses it to the side. you let out a dejected breath, moving to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
you watch as he frustratingly runs his fingers through his hair, and by the state of his hair you can tell it wasn't the first time he’d done so. your gaze settled on his face as his eyes moved from the file on his desk to his computer screen, darting back and forth to double check all the information.
“billy.” you call out softly. no answer. “billy.” you try again. zilch. “mic check. one, two, three.” you joke and while it’s a stupid one, it had been an inside joke between the two of you after some technical difficulties you had during one of your facetimes. still no reaction.
you know he's stressed, you know the pressure he’s under. that’s why you hadn't said anything these past few days, hoping his workload would eventually let up and he’ll be a functioning human being once more. but now he seemed even further away, even more distant.
and while you understand how important the company is to him, dear lord did you miss him.
of course, you didn't want to monopolize his time. you didn't need to spend every waking moment at his side, but you hadn't touched each other in weeks, when you kissed it was just a quick peck, neither of you deepening the kiss as billy constantly had to rush from one place to another.
“baby, why don't you take a break? get some shut eye, all of this will still be here when you come back.” you spoke softly, leaning forward your chair, tilting your head so you can meet his eyes. billy still doesn’t look up, but he shakes his head no, humming in refusal.
“billy, come on you've been at this non stop. let’s get some fresh air.” you try again, billy ignores you. you know he's on edge, but you're not far behind either. “can you at least look at me? this isn't healthy, you need to-”
you halt as billy slams his fist on the desk, eyes closed in frustration as he takes a deep breath. you jolt back, heart racing in your chest as you await his further reaction.
“fucking hell, can you just- y/n, i’m sorry i can’t be your attentive little boyfriend 24/7. i am up to my fucking neck here! so either you leave or shut up and be quiet because i can't deal with your nagging right now!”
you stare at him in disbelief, mouth hanging slightly open at his outburst. you almost shiver at the cold look in his eyes. his jaw clenched as he let out heavy sighs. a silence falls upon you, tension quickly filling the air. you've had arguments and little spats, of course. but billy never once raised his voice at you.
you were a strong headed person. you stood your ground and took no shit. it's what billy likes about you, you challenged him and saw through his bullshit.
“nagging?” you purse your lips. “i’m nagging you? okay, fine. i'll leave.” it was late and you were in no mood to argue with him. you quickly gather your things before storming out of his office. if he wanted quiet, who were you to deny him?
“enjoy the peace and quiet.”
-
the next morning you’re seated at your desk, typing away when you see billy approaching. he looks at you warily before setting down a cup of coffee on your desk. he always does that. on his way to work, he stops by a cafe and buys two coffees, one for himself and one for you.
you look at the cup before tilting your head to meet his eyes. you wait for him to say something. when he doesn't, you reach for the coffee sitting on your desk, but not the one he just brought to you, no, the one you had bought for yourself earlier this morning. you bring it to your lips while staring at him.
billy holds back a scoff, “what is that? i bring you coffee every morning.” you shrug. billy presses his lips together. “i tried calling you last night.” he did. about ten times.
you turn back to your computer, suddenly your empty email inbox seems very interesting. billy lets out an unamused laugh. “really? silent treatment?” you stay quiet, billy shakes his head before grabbing the coffee and heading off to his office.
-
billy sat at his desk, head in his hands. only this time it had nothing to do with the overwhelming amount of work (which had been reducing as of this morning, thanks to all of his late nights). it had to do with you. he knew he had fucked up last night. the look on your face after he yelled at you was burned into his memory, unwavering despite his attempts at forgetting.
after you left, he finished the bottle of bourbon, and almost opened another one. a part of him was glad you didn't answer his calls, shuddering at the thought of what he might've said in his drunken stupor. he knew you were still mad at him, he knew had to make it up to you. but how?
his thoughts were interrupted when you walked in. he immediately sat up straight, eyes following you as you walk towards him. the glimmer of hope that filled his chest left as soon as it came when you placed an open document in front him. your finger pointing to the dotted line where his signature was missing. billy sighed as he grudgingly reached for a pen and quickly signed the form. when you go to grab it, he hesitantly takes your wrist in his hand.
“still not talking to me?”
you blink at him, snatching your arm out of his grasp and grabbing the file. “sweets, you can't keep this up forever.” you tilt your chin at him, silently accepting the challenge. billy goes to say something when frank walks in, halting his speech. frank gives you a smile when he sees you, “y/n! how you doin, kid?” you return his smile, “doing good, frank. how about you? how’s maria and the kids?”
billy perked up at your voice, eyes wide as he watched the exchange between you and his best friend.
“they're great. we got a new-”
“what the fuck?” billy suddenly exclaims, making frank whip his head to him. “geez, bill.” billy keeps his gaze on you, though. shaking his head as he stands up from his chair. “you'll talk to him? him? but not me!?” he’s not yelling, but more speaking in annoyance and frustration, through gritted teeth. you slowly turn to face him, feigning a look of innocence. you hold his glare before abruptly turning on your heel. “give the family my best, would you, frank?” you call out before exiting the office.
frank’s eyes confusingly dart between and billy and the door, “do i wanna know?” he asks as billy runs a hand over his face before sitting back down. “she's mad at me.”
“yeah, clearly. what'd you do?”
“you know how crazy shit’s been here lately?”
frank hummed, “yeah with the new recruits and homeland breathing down our necks.” billy nodded in confirmation. “was working late, she stopped by to check on me,” billy paused, pinching the bride of his nose as his eyes closed shut, “god, she was just trying to help,”
“anyway, i was running on like 2 hours of sleep and i was so on edge that i ended up lashing out at her. told her to be quiet and stop nagging me.” he lets out a humorless chuckle, “guess she's just doing what i asked, huh?”
“fuck, bill. you apologize yet?
“yeah.”
“what’d you say?” frank prompted, crossing his arms. “well, i tried calling her last night, but she didn't answer. then i got her a coffee this morning-”
“wait, you apologized with a coffee?” billy nodded cluelessly, causing frank to roll his eyes. “you get her coffee every goddamn morning! how is that an apology?” he almost wants to reach over and smack billy over the head.
“so i should get her like, jewelry or something?”
“jesus christ- this is your first real relationship, right?”
“yeah. why?”
“it's painfully obvious.”
“well, then what the fuck should i do?” billy groans. frank lets out a chuckle, never thinking he would see billy in such a predicament.
“a safe place to start would be with the words ‘i’m sorry’.”
-
billy nervously stood at your door, taking a deep breath. throughout the day he had watched you in the office, how you talked so frivolously with your co workers, handing out smiles like fucking candy. it killed him that not once was he on the receiving end of one.
hesitantly he brings his fist up and softly knocks on the door, three light raps. he hears you shuffling around as footsteps approach. he can see the shadow of your feet as you stand in front of the door. he sees you pause, no doubt looking through the peephole at him. he worries that you won’t open the door, much less let him in.
after a few moments, billy’s ready to throw in the towel, but then he hears the unmistakable sound of the chain being taken off your door, followed by the twisting of the door knob. the door opens slightly and you reveal yourself. a smile tugs at billy’s lips at the sight of you. “hi.” you don't greet him, as expected. “can i come in?” he asks softly. “i've got pizza. your favorite.” he holds up the box.
when you step to the side and gesture a hand out, billy lets out an audible sigh of relief. he carefully steps into your apartment, familiarity hitting him hard. his heart wrenches at the fact that he can't remember the last time he’d been here. was it a week? two, maybe? he doesn't know, but it was far too long either way.
he realized that your silence wasn't just an act of punishment at his outburst yesterday, no, it had been building up. he'd been neglecting you and the time you spent together for a while now. part of him wonders why you'd let it go on for so long, why you didn't call him out. but he knew you thought it would eventually ease up. but it didn't, he didn't.
he sets the pizza down on your dining table before turning to face you. your arms are crossed over your chest. billy gives you a soft smile before extending the hand holding a bouquet out to you. you don't grab it immediately, your eyes flickering from billy to the flowers.
“they're- uh, white tulips? florist said they symbolize forgiveness or something.”
his smile gradually falters as his shoulders sag and he hangs his head down. he lets out a breath before looking back up at you. “y/n. i’m sorry. i'm so sorry. i was a complete dick. i never should’ve lashed out on you. it was stupid and you don’t deserve that. you don't deserve any of the shit i've been putting you through these past few weeks.” he rambles almost desperately, flailing his free arm in the air.
“i promise you will never have to go through that again. i will take any punishment you see fit, i'll do anything you want but for the love of god please just talk to me!” his voice almost cracks as his eyes become watery. you remain silent. “please, just- i need to hear your voice. yell at me, scream, cuss me out, call me every fucking name in the book, but i can’t- this,” he gestures to you, more your silence.
“this is torture. so please, will you talk to me?”
you take a moment to study him. you purse your lips before moving to grab the tulips out his hand. you walk over to the kitchen, reaching into a cabinet you pull out a vase. you rinse it and fill it with water before depositing the flowers inside and displaying them on the dining table, setting them next to the pizza.
billy watches you, frozen in place. almost as if he's scared any sudden movement will scare you away. you take a seat at the table. “come on, the pizza’s getting cold.” it takes a second for your voice to register in billy’s brain. a calm spreads through his chest. he carefully walks over to the other side of the table, pulling out a chair before slotting himself in it.
his eyes don't leave you as you pull open the lid of the pizza box. “i'm still mad at you.” you tell him. billy grins at you, “that's okay, just keep talking.”
“billy, i know anvil means a lot to you and i don’t ever want you to choose between me or the company. but i didn't like seeing you like that, billy. you were barely a person. you were like a workaholic zombie.”
billy laughs, “workaholic zombie?”
“yeah. instead of brains, they feed on emails and manilla colored folders.”
“gotcha. babe, i promise you this will never happen again. i don't know what happened to me, i just wanted to get some extra work done so it wouldn't pile up, but then it piled up anyway. i'm so sorry.”
“billy, i'm never gonna ask you to put me before anvil. but i am gonna ask you to put your own well being before anvil. no more working yourself to the bone, no more refusing to eat the food your awesome girlfriend brings to you at ungodly hours. you've sacrificed enough for this company, let's not add your mental stability to the list. like you seriously need some r&r.”
a comfortable silence fills the room. billy looks at you adoringly as you munch away at the pizza. “way ahead of you. taking two weeks off." you nod proudly at him, “that’ll do you some good.”
“it'll do us some good.” he corrects. you furrow your eyebrows, “huh?”
“you're taking two weeks off too.” he smirks devilishly at you. “billy.” you whine. “come on, if i'm gonna relax, i'm doing it with you by my side.” you shake your head. you try to object, but a two week vacation sounds like heaven right now. billy teasingly raises his eyebrows at you and you can't fight off the smile forming on your face. billy knows your answer.
“so i was thinking paris or italy.” billy suggests, reaching for a slice of pizza. you inwardly smile as this is the first time you've seen him eat anything in a while.
“you wanna go to europe for two weeks?”
billy shrugs, “why not?” you let out a laugh, “when i said relax, i meant like sleeping in and watching shitty movies all day.”
“and we can do that in venice too.”
“you're crazy.”
billy stands from his chair, walking over to you, “not hearing no yet, sweets.” he leaned down, stopping inches away from your face. you can feel his breath on your lips. you tilt your head teasingly, pretending to ponder the subject. “i mean, i guess. if you need me to be there.” you say with mock annoyance.
“oh, i definitely need you.” he smirks before capturing lips on his, he relishes in the feeling. not realizing how much he’d miss this. surprised how he went so long without it. your arms go around his neck, pulling him closer to you. billy hums into the kiss, his hands come down to rest on your waist before gripping them tightly and pulling you up. you raise to your feet, but you can barely find your footing before he lifts you and makes you wrap your legs around his waist.
you abruptly pull away from the kiss and billy groans. “wait, i'm supposed to be mad at you.” you say in between breaths, chest heaving as billy grips your thighs. billy nods. “then let me show you how sorry i am.” he whispers before bringing your lips to his again. he starts to walk to your bedroom, making sure he's holding you tight, all the while still keeping your lips locked, wanting to be as close to you as possible.
he pulls away to press kisses down your neck. he stops at your collarbone before following the same path upwards, a soft hum escaping your lips. he nudges your nose with his, eyes darkening with lust as he leans down to whisper in your ear,
“whatever you do, don't you dare stay quiet. i wanna hear everything, sweetheart.”
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