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not an act [tomblyth x actress!reader]

[summary]: tomblyth x actress!reader|anon request| You and Tom revel true feelings for eachother one day on your movie set and months later you finally decide to hard launch your relationship.

[warnings]: 18+, MDNI, age gap [22+29], language,

[wc]: 2k

[note]: thank you for the request!! it was so fun writing something a bit different! It’s kinda short but wtv :)

You’d been filming this movie for weeks now. Scenes were pretty tame so far, what you’d expect from a romcom. Picnics, breakups, standing out in the rain with nothing but shivering bones and a love confession.

Your co-star wasn’t too bad either. You were working with Tom Blyth, an attractive Britis h actor who had been in a few movies before you. He was much more experienced with this whole thing. While every aspect of the movie making process excited you, Tom was much more accustomed.

You sat in your trailer, sipping hot tea while checking your schedule for the day. The warm liquid slid down and soothed your throat from the scene work of the day prior. Your quiet was soon interrupted by a sharp tapping at the door.

You lifted your head. “Come in.” You called.

The assistant director, Amy walked in, clipboard in hand, hair in a loose knot at the base of her neck. She looked frazzled- but to be fair she always did.

“Good morning, Amy.” You smiled, placing down your tea and coffee on the little kitchenette counter that took up a good portion of the trailer’s interior.

Amy gave you a brief smile, whipping out her clipboard so it was in front of her. She lifted one of the paper’s, reading something then met your gaze again.

“We’re doing the sex scene today.” She said, scribbling a note on one of her papers.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to pick up your schedule again. Your eyes skimmed it quickly, not seeing any words alluding to a sex scene anywhere.

“Amy, I don’t have that on my schedule..” You said looking up from your paper in confusion.

When you looked up Amy was hurriedly typing away on her phone, preoccupied. She didn’t seem to hear you or your concerns.

You cleared your throat. “Amy.”

Amy’s eyes shot to you, wide and attentive. “Yes love?” She said, though you knew her mind was on something else.

You held up your schedule, displaying it for her. “I don’t see that a sex scene is scheduled to film anywhere on here.”

Amy gave you a bored look, almost like she was just remembering how new you were to the movie making process.

“Yes- well, plans change. So get your robe on and get to wardrobe and hair and makeup.” With that her phone rang, so she placed it up to her ear and walked out of your trailer without another word.

You were left speechless, schedule still held up. You put it down, anxiety starting to bubble in your gut. You’d never filmed an explicit scene before. You knew when you auditioned for the film there was a sex scene but you were so eager to have a big break that you agreed to anything.

Your mind then drifted to Tom.

A sex scene. With him.

You couldn’t deny the fact that he was absolutely gorgeous- the way most Hollywood actors were. The director had said you and Tom’s chemistry was impeccable, so working with him was always pretty lax. Sometimes you’d find yourself blushing or giggling with him and realize- you weren’t acting. Tom was the type of guy that could make anything a joke and you liked that about him.

You would totally hit on him more if it weren’t for- well- the age gap. That was the only factor that was constantly bringing you back to reality. While Tom was 29 you were a whopping 22. You didn't even start drinking legally till this year. You doubted that Tom would even want a relationship with someone so young anyways.

You sighed, grabbing the fluffy white robe that hung neatly on the door of the bathroom and slipped it on. This was your job.

You pulled on some shoes as well and opened the creaky door of your trailer, the summer air instantly warming your face.

The romcom took place at a beach house. Two people, Tom and you, find themselves to have had a booking mishap where they mistakenly have to share a beach cottage on vacation. They hate each other at first, but then obviously through sharing a long beach vacation they end up falling in love. You doubted a situation like that could ever occur, but hey- that’s the fun of movies right?

You made it to the wardrobe, where they gave you a nice light blue bikini and a sarong. Next you headed to hair and make up where they styled your hair in waves along with light minimal makeup.

Finally, you stepped down the steep steps of the makeup trailer and walked along the sand to the beach cottage. It was a cute little thing- nice and quaint, full of natural light, secluded. As you walked to the house you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

You knew the basic rundown of the scene. Tom’s character sees your character getting ready to go to the beach. Unable to reach her back to lather with sunscreen, she asks Tom’s character to help her. Tom’s character does so- (the tension unbearable at this point) and then boom, what do you know? Now he’s kissing the shit out of her, as she pulls him into bed.

Of course you’d kissed Tom so far throughout this movie but picturing him on top of you was a thought that could make you blush.

You arrived at the house and props were already setting the area. You walked in and made your way to the bedroom where you spotted Tom getting a rundown of the scene from an intimacy coordinator. When you walked in, Tom's eyes flicked to you.

He seemed to be surprised- or was that impressed? You couldn’t read his expression, but all you knew is that the bikini you had to wear definitely flattered you.

“Sorry I’m a bit late- I had no idea we were filming this scene today.” You said breathlessly. The intimacy coordinator waved a dismissive hand.

“You're okay, I just started to go over everything.”

You then stood next to Tom as the intimacy coordinator gave a whole spiel about how the scene would play out. It was simple enough, a lot like how most sex scenes would go.

Towards the end she directed her gaze to you. “Now, in this scene we were thinking of having your breasts exposed, is that alright? I know on your contract you said you were okay with it but I just would like to double check.”

You opened your mouth, thinking. Finally you nodded. “Yes that’s fine.”

“Great!” The coordinator smiled. “Now that you guys are all set I’ll go let the director know we’re ready.” She then walked off leaving Tom and I alone.

You glanced at him, nervous, but reassured at the fact you were both professional.

“Nice bikini.” Tom said, glancing at you. Your cheeks warmed at the compliment.

“Thanks.. nice shorts.” You nodded looking down at the Hawaiian print swim shorts he was sporting at the moment. Tom chuckled, running his hands through his brown hair.

“Do you… wanna practice the scene?” You asked, tilting your head to look up at him. You could’ve sworn you saw a hint of blush in his cheeks.

“Sure.” He gulped, nodding. “The scene starts up against the wall.” He said slowly, taking your hand and guiding you.

“..Like this?” You whispered, as Tom gently pinned your wrists above your head. You dipped your head staring up at him through your lashes, like you would’ve done if the cameras were rolling.

“Perfect.” He responded in a low voice.

“Now I arch… like this.” You said quietly, extending your back, so your torso was pressed against his, wrists still held securely above your head. Tom took a shuttered breath.

“Now what?” You asked innocently looking up at him. You knew damn well what came next, but you wanted to hear it coming from his perfect lips.

“This.” He murmured, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. You couldn’t suppress the feelings of lust in your body as he kissed you. His lips were soft- so soft. Molded perfectly to yours as if they were always meant to be connected. Though the kiss was nice, you could tell he was holding back.

When you broke from the kiss you looked up at him. Feeling bold you slipped your hands out of the light hold he had on them and cupped his face.

“I’m not acting.” You murmured.

Tom’s eyes widened slightly, then softened. His lips pulled into a small smile.

“Thank god- me neither. Now let me do this for real.” He growled.

He pressed up against you, taking his lips onto his own again, kissing you rough and passionate. His tongue slipped into your mouth, meeting your own. Your body felt hot at the sensation. There were definitely sparks, and you knew this was only the beginning.

—— 6 months later ——

“Baby- I’m home.”

You heard the familiar voice of Tom, from your apartment’s front door.

“I’m on the couch!” You called back as you lounged on the plush white sofa that sat in your living room. You lifted your head to see a smiling Tom, his hair all tousled from the outside weather.

He immediately sat down next to you and practically tackled you as he took you into his arms. You laughed as you tried to push him off playfully.

“You're crushing me!” You squealed, trying to wriggle out from underneath him.

“Good.” He laughed. You felt Tom squeeze you again, kissing up your body. Finally he let go, leaning back, a love drunk smile on his face.

“So I’ve been thinking…..” Tom prompted, taking one of your hands.

“That’s not good.” You replied playfully. Tom chuckled and squeezed your hand, enjoying your little jokes.

“Seriously though- so you know how our movie premiere is in a few weeks?” He asked, eyes meeting yours.

You nodded. You’d finished filming almost 3 months ago. Finally the movie was close to its release day. You were both excited and nervous for it to come out. You really hoped that it was received well by the public.

Tom looked down at your hands that were wrapped in his own.

“I really want to be by your side on the carpet.”

You hesitated for a moment. “Tom- that’s very much in public.”

He looked up at you. “I know…”

You sighed. “You know how I feel about this… the media.. I mean- I can already picture the things they would say about you dating someone younger than you..”

“Hey.” Tom said calmly, taking your face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks in a calming manner. “I totally get what you're saying, and I’m fine if you don’t want to.. but I just want to let you know, I’m ready. I’m ready for the world to know about how much I adore you.”

Your heart thumped in your chest at his words as heat flooded your face. He always knew what to say.

“I want to Tom.. I do… I love you.” You whispered. You then let out a low sigh. “It’s just.. It seems so scary to drop this news in front of the whole world at the premiere..”

Tom gave you a reassuring smile. “We could post a selfie right now- drop the news.”

Your eyes brightened at the idea. It did seem safer to share the news of your relationship from the comfort of your own home. You nodded and nestled closer to Tom as he pulled out his phone, opening the camera app.

You turned your head to kiss his cheek and he snapped a picture. You looked at the smiling photo of Tom and your pose, feeling more confident about the idea.

“Post it.” You smiled, nestling closer into him.

With a quick click of a few buttons Tom posted the photo to his Instagram story. He then placed his phone down and kissed you.

“I don’t care what anyone says- I love you.” He whispered.

“I’ll love you forever.” You whispered back, kissing him again. You felt nervous of course about the fact that your relationship with Tom was now public, but also excited for all the new experiences to come.

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tomblythismyhusband · 2 days

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ahhh!! ok so i have sm requests so what are you guys most interested in??

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tomblythismyhusband · 6 days

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people always talk about leaving comments on ao3 like it's a nice thing to do, or the best way to encourage writers to keep writing, or overall like it's how you Do Your Part in fandom

and yeah, all those things are true, but having spent the past few months leaving enthusiastic comments on as many things as i can, i have a different perspective

you should leave comments on fics because it's fun

taking the time to stop and focus on what i like about a story has made me way more aware of what's going on in stories and what i like about them. there's bit more actual comprehension and appreciation and not just beaming content into my eyes to fill time

i like noticing cool little things in fics, or riffing on funny events. i've never been very good at speculating or picking apart characters, but sometimes something clicks and it rocks.

and of course it's pretty nice when you get a response and it's clear you've made another person happy

so yeah, you should leave comments for your own sake, too. it makes reading better!

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tomblythismyhusband · 7 days

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Hey girl!! Really feeling in a Billy mood today, but request for a smutty Billy fic where reader is Tunstall’s daughter and he’s hired as her bodyguard. There’s always sexual tension between them but there’s rules that he can’t touch her, until one night they finally cave. Both of them have to keep quiet because someone could hear them, but Billy doesn’t listen and talks her through it all 😫

fic here!!!

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bodyguard [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader |anon request|Your father hired a bodyguard for you due to the increasing danger out west. You weren’t too fond of the idea but little did you know you’d be so drawn to your bodyguard…

[warnings]: 18+, MDNI, language, pnv, gagging kinda?, tension, keeping quiet

[wc]: 4.1k

[note]: thank you for requesting anon!!! this took me so long to finish for what reason???? idk.

You didn’t understand why your father wanted to hire a bodyguard for you, you thought you were fine on your own. Or at least that’s the lie you constantly told yourself.

Your father was John Tunstall, a wealthy rancher and merchant so he was a target for most outlaws. No one could ignore that the times were changing. Outlaws and bad men were more prominent in the West than ever before. Just last week you had overheard the news that a young girl had been kidnapped. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, picturing the tear splotched face of a young girl begging to be freed.

Deep down you understood why your father was so persistent with the whole body guard thing. You were his only daughter so the abundance of his protectiveness was fair.

“Y/N!”

You heard your father yell your name from downstairs. He probably had breakfast ready. You sat up from the bed you’d been so comfortably pondering in, fluffing the pillows before striding out of the bedroom. You were still in your night slip, you felt too groggy with morning tiredness to change. Coming down in your night clothes wasn’t out of the ordinary for breakfast anyways. Who were you trying to impress?

The sound of your fathers voice could be heard talking in the kitchen and you made your way towards it, but then you froze. Unexpectedly you heard another voice in reply. Your chest seized and you pressed yourself up against the wall next to the enterance of the kitchen.

It was another man’s voice, low, full of self assurance, smooth as whiskey. His voice washed over your senses, singing sweetly in your ears, making your heart thump a little faster. You didn’t know why the hell you were reacting like this but you did know that you’d probably need to change before meeting whoever this man was. Some might deem wearing just a nightdress was indecent.

You turned to leave quietly when your foot landed on a creaky floor board, which emitted a loud squeak that was painfully noticeable. You froze, foot still on the board as you listened intently to see if the man and your father had heard the noise.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Your fathers voice made you curse under your breath. Caught.

You moved shyly away from the wall and into the kitchen. Your father was standing, tall and stern, but something else caught your attention. Your eyes landed on the gorgeous man who sat at your breakfast table, leaning back lazily in his chair, hat set in front of him. His voice definitely matched his appearance. You only looked at him for a moment, eyes darting away as quickly as they met him. You knew staring was rude anyways.

“Hello father.” You said sweetly, moving over to him to plant a kiss on his cheek. You met his eyes and widened your own, almost like you were signaling to him that you wanted answers for why this mystery man was in your home at seven in the morning.

Your father cleared his throat, motioning an open palm towards the man who still sat at the table. “Y/N, I want you to meet Billy.”

Billy extended a hand out as he still lounged on a wooden kitchen chair. You moved a bit closer to reach his hand, shaking it gently.

“Pleasure to meet you sir. I apologize, I’m a bit underdressed.” You said shyly, looking into his eyes. You were amazed at how blue they were.

Billy’s lips quirked into a lopsided smile. “No worries ma’am.” His hand slid out of yours, the roughness of his hands leaving an empty feeling in their wake. His hand had felt so comfortable in yours. So warm, so inviting. You felt colder now, with your hands clasped in front of your torso.

“Your Pa here, Tunstall, has offered me the position to protect ya.” Billy said, sitting up straighter now. Your eyes widened and you turned to look at your father.

“Pa- What? I thought-“ Your father closed his eyes for a brief moment and waved a hand dismissively.

“We’ve talked about this Y/N. I wasn’t changing my mind.”

You opened your mouth to protest but knowing Billy’s eyes were on you, you decided to not fight it. Not now at least. Instead you nodded, mouth pulled into a frown.

“You won’t even know he’s there. Now, there’s something else I have to discuss so sit.” Your father went on, giving Billy a warm smile.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, causing Billy to let out a quiet chuckle at your attitude.

Tunstall pulled out a chair and sat down, placing clasped hands on the wooden table. You did the same, trying to ignore the way your night slip’s thin straps kept falling off your shoulders. You felt Billy’s eyes on you as you adjusted it, your fingers dragging up your bare shoulder.

“Now.” Your father started. “I called you down Y/n so we could go over the rules that will be set in place with this arrangement.”

Your curiosity piqued. “Rules?”

Your father nodded, looking over at Billy. Billy was looking back at him so you took this opportunity to really study him.

His curly brown hair was rumpled on his forehead, probably from the hat he had been wearing. Faint freckles dotted his face, and his lips… so pink, so soft looking. You noticed how his lashes brushed the planes of his cheeks when he blinked, how his brows furrowed when he was thinking. He was art. Art that was rare to find out here in the west. God how you just wanted to run your hands all over his…. You were then broken out of your trance when your father spoke again.

“I want to make one thing clear. You should be professional. I don’t want.. any complications.” Billy nodded, seemingly understanding what he meant but you sat there slightly puzzled.

“Pa- What do you mean “complications”?”

Tunstall shifted in his seat, now turning his gaze to you.

“I mean- no funny business.” His eyes went between Billy and I. “No touching, no romantic involvement, none of it.”

Billy nodded immediately. “Yes sir. You can trust me. Not a finger will be laid on your daughter.”

Tunstall smiled. “Good. If I hear about any shenanigans, no matter who starts it,” He looked at you briefly as if reminding you that you're being held accountable as well..

“There will be consequences.”

Billy started working a few days later. It was awkward at first. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. I mean- how does one get used to someone following them around whenever they go out?

Going to the market? Billy’s there. Going to the salon? Billy. Stroll? Billy. The saloon? You know damn well Billy was there.

Sooner or later you began to feel more comfortable. Billy was actually very nice for a gunslinging cowboy with the potential to kill.

Two weeks had passed now and you both were sitting out under a tree on the ranch. You wanted some sun, it was beautiful out. Your back pressed up against the rough trunk as you fiddled with a book in your hands, flipping through the pages trying to find where you had left off. Billy was next to you, a chasm of space between you two, but still there.

You became engulfed in your book, reading silently for a few minutes until you heard the faint sound of snoring. Your eyes flicked up to look at the source of the sound, Billy.

You smiled softly to yourself at the sight. He looked peaceful. His arms were being his head, his body relaxed. Taking your foot, you nudged his leg with your boot.

He immediately jolted awake, blue eyes springing open looking for a possible danger. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Some body guard you are.. I should tell my Pa you’ve been slackin’.”

Billy’s lips pulled into a smirk at your teasing.

“Come on.. you know I could protect you even in my sleep.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Right..”

Billy propped himself on his side and you did everything you could not to look at his strong shoulders.

“You don’t think I could huh?” He said, cocking his head slightly.

You shook your head, closing your book. “Nope. I think you’d sleep right through whatever danger.”

Billy raised an eyebrow, warmth swelled in your chest. You liked his cute little facial expressions, though you shouldn’t find them cute.

“I’m quick. Fast reflexes.”

You laughed. “Okay righ-“

Just then your book was snatched from your fingers, now in Billy’s as he looked at you with a mix of pride and amusement.

“Hey-!” You laughed, lunging forward to swipe at the book. At each attempted grab you made, Billy moved his arm at just the right moment.

“When are you going to start trying? Come on- get the book.” Billy taunted.

You giggled as you lunged forward again, except this time, you lost your balance and fell. Fell on top of him.

Your bodies were pressed up against each other. A warm blush flushed across your cheeks. Your arms were on either side of Billy’s head, chest heaving due to the effort of trying to get your book back. You could smell him now you were close. Hints of whiskey and smoke filled your nose.

Billy had froze, book still held up in mid air. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening at the sight of you over him like this.

You stumbled off of him and moved away, lowering yourself onto the grass.

“Sorry-“

Billy sat up, handing the book back to you. You took it back and noticed the rigidness of his motions. He looked pale, out of breath.

“You should go back inside.” He said finally. Your heart squeezed at the words. You didn’t want to. Though it was selfish, you wanted to spend more time with him.

“Billy what’s wrong?” You tried asking but he brushed you off, a faint blush spreading on his cheeks.

“Come on.. it’s getting close to supper anyways. Your father will be expecting you.” He murmured.

The tenseness in his voice was evident so you decided it probably wasn’t best to argue. Instead you stood up and brushed the grass of your dress, still shaken by how close you’d just been to him. Billy stayed seated.

“Aren’t you comin’?” You asked, looking down at him.

He shook his head, waving a hand. “I’ll be there later. I just want to sit for a bit.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded, not saying another word before turning to walk off towards the ranch house.

You didn’t know what had shifted the mood. He was fine, until your body pressed up against his, faces close. You felt a bit guilty. Billy probably just took his job seriously.

You tried to shake the thoughts of him out of your head as you walked, but you swore that you could feel his eyes boring holes into your back as you walked. Full of desire. Hunger.

A few days passed since that moment. The tension was undeniable. Your heart pounded each time he spoke to you. You just couldn't help the feeling. It was automatic.

The biggest problem is that you knew the rules. You knew what your father expected. The scary part was that you were starting to not care. Billy was so tempting. He was dangling in front of you but just out of your grasp. You knew it was supposed to be that way, but the way Billy’s eyes traveled down your body made you think differently.

One night, you’d gotten up for a drink of water. You’d stumbled around the kitchen in the dark, knocking something over in the process. It was quiet enough for your father to not hear but not for Billy who lived on the bottom story of the ranch house.

Billy was right. He was quick. You didn’t even know he was there until you felt his hands grasp your waist from behind, steadying you in the dark. You’d felt his warm breath feather over your neck as he stood behind you.

“You should really use a light when you're down here.” He had whispered in your ear. His breath caressed the side of your face causing you to shutter.

His hands on you had felt so right. Wrong according to your father, but he didn’t have to know.

That night was one of the many moments that kept you up. You wondered if Billy laid in bed and thought of the same things too. If he secretly wanted the same things. Everyday it was getting harder to not make a fool of yourself in front of him.

Your eyes always searched for his now, holding his gaze until either one of you gave up, or if your father walked in. The sexual tension was palpable.

“Night.” You said to Billy. It had been a day since the kitchen encounter and you still felt breathless just thinking about it.

Billy looked up from where he sat, sipping whiskey at the kitchen table. “Night Y/n.”

You leaned on the table running a hand through your hair. “Oh- Did Pa tell you when he’d be back from town?” You tilted your head, looking at Billy, awaiting his response.

Billy downed his drink and shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe another hour.”

You hummed and nodded, letting quiet lay upon the kitchen for a moment. The silence was suffocating. You noticed how he had finished his whiskey, the glass now empty, Billy’s lip print faint on the rim.

He began to stand up, presumably to wash it. You immediately took the glass from his hand, your fingers skimming his briefly. Billy’s eyes widened.

“I can wash it. You do too much around here.” You said shuffling over to the sink. You started to pump water when you felt Billy’s mouth near your ear.

His voice was low, smooth, and you didn’t mind the sweet smell of whiskey either. “I don’t mind helping out… especially when it comes to you.”

Your breath hitched. Billy’s lips gently skimmed the nape of your neck. This was new. He’s never placed his lips on you, but you were sure as hell not complaining. Heat rose in your stomach as you turned to face him, forgetting entirely about the dirty whiskey glass that currently sat in a sink of sudsy water.

Billy’s gaze flicked from your lips back to your eyes. The look was fleeting but you caught it, you knew what he was thinking.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered softly.

“Do what darlin’? Your goin’ to have to be more specific.” Billy drawled.

Butterflies fluttered painfully in your stomach. “Don’t play dumb..” You replied, voice shaking a bit due to the anticipation.

Billy then raised up his hands in a sign of surrender. “Alright then. Goodnight Y/n”

He turned to leave when something snapped inside you. Was it desire? Were you losing your mind? Who the hell cares at this point. Your body was screaming for his attention, so you reached out a hand and grabbed one of his suspenders, pulling him flush up against you. You quickly mashed your lips against his in a quick, but passionate kiss.

When you pulled back Billy looked pleasantly surprised. He then smirked down at you, lips parting to speak. “I’m not one to follow rules anyways.”

Before you could give a witty response in reply his lips were back onto yours, tasting and savoring the feeling. His lips were soft against yours, but you could feel the intensity. Billy’s hands slid around your hips, pushing you against the sink. Your own hands found their place on his shoulders, the shoulders you had once fantasized about, now in your grasp.

Your mouth worked more frantically now, the heat building inside your core at every swipe of his tongue. You nipped at Billy’s bottom lip, causing him to emit a low groan that made your insides flutter.

“Darlin’ I don’t know how I was able to stay away from you for so long..” Billy mumbled against your lips. You gasped for air as he bowed his head, peppering soft kisses on your jaw.

“When I first saw you…. I knew I wanted this.” You breathed, head tilting back slightly to let Billy gain better access to your throat.

Billy’s cock grew painfully hard in his pants, but he wanted to savor this. Savor you.

“You sure you want to do this darlin? Don’t want to get you in trouble…” Billy murmured.

“I’m tired of playing it safe.” You responded quickly, sliding up one of your hands to dig it into his curls as he kissed down your neck.

“Oh?” Billy said in an amused tone. “I hope your feeling brave because I want to fuck you right here.”

You moaned at his words. “Fuck it. I need you.” You whined.

Billy released your hips and cupped your ass lifting you with ease before moving slightly away from the sink to set you down on the counter. Billy began to move down, obviously heading down towards your cunt when the sound of boots walking up to the front door could be heard from the porch. You both looked at each other for a moment, frozen.

You then scrambled away from Billy, fixing your hair and turning yourself back to the dirty dishes. Billy as well made himself look busy as Tunstall strode through the front door making his way into the kitchen.

His eyes widened when he walked into the kitchen, then he relaxed. “Oh, I’m surprised y’all are still up.” He said groggily, obviously tired from the horse ride back from town.

“Hello Pa.” You said sweetly, silently glad that the intense moment of passion before didn’t affect your voice. You turned away from the sink walking over to hug him, ignoring Billy who was leaned up against one of the kitchen counters, nonchalantly looking at his hands.

You embraced your father, though you were mildly annoyed with the interruption. When you pulled back you tilted your head at him. “You look exhausted.”

Tunstall chuckled dryly. “I was just plannin’ on going to bed.” You smiled at him.

“We’ll go ahead.. Goodnight.” You hugged him once again before letting go. Your father gave you a thankful look and gave an acknowledging “hello” to Billy before making his way upstairs. You held your breath until you heard his bedroom door close.

A puff of air escaped your lips and you pinched the bridge of your nose. “God- that was close.” You muttered thinking about the rage your father would’ve felt if he’d seen Billy with his hands and lips on your body like that. You looked up and Billy’s eyes were trained on you. He pushed away from the counter and stepped closer.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him as his mouth skimmed the shell of your ear.

“There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to go to sleep after that..” He murmured.

You sucked in a breath, butterflies fluttering painfully in your stomach. You wanted him so bad, but you knew the risk.

“But- My Pa-“ You reminded him, your voice breathy and quiet.

Billy smirked, taking one of his hands and cupping your cheek. His hand was calloused and warm- you loved it.

“You know how to be a good girl and keep quiet don’t you?” He said in a low, raspy voice. Billy seemed to be struggling to not to tear your clothes off right here- right now.

You were hesitant, but your desires were bigger.

“Follow me.” You finally whispered. This earned you a squeeze from Billy's hands on your waist and a lopsided grin. You took his giant hand in your own and led him quietly up the stairs. You felt Billy’s lips press against your arm as you walked, kissing you slowly.

When you finally made it into your bedroom you made sure to lock the door quietly. The only sound to be heard was the distant drone of your father’s snoring.

“You have to be quiet- ok?” You whispered to Billy as he led you to the bed.

“Darlin’ I should be telling you that.” He grinned as you laid down on your back, arms stretching above your head. Billy climbed on top of you, thighs on either side of your hips as he smirked down at you.

You tilted your head slightly down, giving him what some would call “bedroom eyes”. Billy chuckled and bent down, meeting your lips. He liked the taste of you, if he could get drunk off your lips he would. Every night.

Soon you were both a frenzy of kisses and fingers. Your hand was dug into Billy’s curls as he kissed you, tongue swiping over your mouth. You let out breathy moans into his mouth that made Billy feel intoxicated.

“I like it when you make cute little sounds like that.” He murmured, kissing up and down your neck leaving bites and marks as he went.

You arched into him as he kissed, in utter bliss. Eventually your dress was off and so were his garments. Billy’s hands traced the slope of your waist. You felt his hands, so calloused from his pistol.

“You're perfect.” He mumbled against your neck, breath tickling your skin.

“Billy I need you..” You choked out, squeezing your thighs together.

“Let me take care of you darlin’.” He drawled, taking one of his hands down your navel towards your cunt. You spread your legs, surrendering yourself to him.

Soon his hand was rubbing firm circles on your clit, his mouth on yours. He swallowed each of your choked moans. You tried your hardest to keep quiet, but Billy wasn’t making it easy.

You felt needy and impatient, you wanted his cock buried inside of you. As Billy massaged his fingers on your cunt you sat up slightly, still kissing him, and reached down and took his cock in your hand. Billy froze, eyes fluttering as you slowly ran your thumb over the tip.

“Darlin’ I haven’t finished with you yet.” He murmured, keeping his groans hushed by your lips while you slowly dragged your hand up and down his length.

“I can’t wait any longer.” You whispered. Billy nodded and gave you a lopsided smirk, taking his cock in his hands and running it up and down your folds. He was fine with getting right to it, he waited long enough for this moment already. He finally sunk into you, causing a hiss to escape your lips.

Billy immediately started snapping his hips, pounding into you. Noises kept escaping your lips, Billy slowed. You reached for Billy’s wadded up shirt that laid on the bed next to you. You put it in your mouth to keep your moans muffled. Billy, almost like he was more turned on by this, kissed your forehead before slamming into you again.

“F-fuck.” Billy groaned into your shoulder, sliding out of you for a moment. He then leaned back and flipped you over, your back arched and pretty pussy displayed for him. You gripped the bed sheets as you pressed your face into the mattress. Billy sheathed himself into you again and grabbed your hips. In this position he was able to go deeper than before. Tears pricked at your eyes as he fucked you, cock stretching out your walls, knot building in your belly.

You felt your orgasm approaching, your body trembling with pleasure. Billy’s hands squeezed your hips harder as he trailed kisses down the slope of your back. You whimpered as his thrusts became sloppier. You were both panting at this point, the shirt in your mouth becoming damp.

“S’good. Just like that…” Billy murmured.

Finally your orgasm hit you, legs threatening to give out. Billy groaned as you squeezed around him, pushing him to his own orgasm. Billy came, spurting into your cunt, cum dripping down your thighs.

You relaxed your naked body, crumpling onto the mattress. Billy did the same, raking his hand through his messy curls. He turned his head to look at you and chuckled when he saw his shirt in your mouth. He gently reached over and took it from your mouth before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You fluttered your eyes and looked at him.

“Good girl..” He murmured slowly, tracing hearts on your face. You blushed, nuzzling closer to him. You felt content now, knowing you finally got what you wanted. Him.

How your father would handle it would be another day's problem. The only thing you could think about now was how his arms wrapped around you as you both laid exhausted.

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tomblythismyhusband · 8 days

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i’m sorry i’ve been inactive guys :,) i don’t have any motivation to write but hopefully that changes soon !!

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tomblythismyhusband · 9 days

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“His hand, so calloused from his pistol, softly traces hearts on my face”

-i can fix him (no really i can) Taylor Swift

THIS LINE IS SOOOOOOO BILLY CODED AGH. I CANT. THIS IS WHAT I WANT IN A MAN.

#billy the kid #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #i can fix him (no really i can)#ttpd #billy bonney x reader #ts ttpd #billy the kid x you #billythekidxreader #billy the kid x fem!reader #billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid fanfiction #billy bonney #i can fix him #tom blyth

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tomblythismyhusband · 17 days

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oh we’ve got some yummy requests muhahahaha

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tomblythismyhusband · 19 days

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oh i am on my knees

"AS IF HE WAS HUNTING HER".

Still, to think he’d kill her? He looked down at the loaded gun in his hands. Maybe he should’ve left it in the shed. It looked bad coming after her armed. As if he was hunting her. But he wasn’t really going to kill her. Just talk to her and make sure she saw sense.

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tomblythismyhusband · 19 days

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Tom Blyth as William H. Bonney - Billy The Kid 1.08 (Part 7)

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tomblythismyhusband · 22 days

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!

#5000 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you

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new bts photos of Tom in Plainclothes!! [shared via instagram post by co-star Amy Forsyth]

I love him sm wish I could hug him so bad ):

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hellooo!! a request where reader is a rich girl hiding her relationship with billy, and their whole relationship he has a cold demeanour and often pushes her away. she deals with it esp because she loves him but one day they argue and billy reveals that it’s because he can’t contain himself around her, and finally expresses himself to her!! (rough makeup sex with lots of praising please 👀💗) ILY!!

fic linked here <3

#billy bonney x reader #billy the kid x you #billythekidxreader #billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid imagine #billy bonney #billy the kid #william h bonney #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x fem!reader #tom blyth one shot #cowboy romance #billy the kid x fem!reader

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tomblythismyhusband · 25 days

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makeup [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | anon request | Throughout your whole relationship with Billy, he had been cold. Finally you’d had enough. When telling him how you feel, Billy also reveals his true feelings which leads on to a night you both won’t forget.

[warnings]: 18+, MDNI, pnv, oral (fem!receiving), language, teasing, overstimulation, praise!kink, reader lowk bratty in the beginning

[wc]: 3.3k

[note]: thank you so much for the request!! I have the original request linked here. enjoyed writing this (even though I got a little carried away lowk….)

Cold. Thats one word to describe Billy’s behavior towards you recently. As you glared at the back of his head from across the bar you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of hurt in your heart.

You see, you and Billy were in a relationship. A secret relationship. And honestly, you liked it like that. No one would know of your relations with a famously dangerous outlaw and you could still enjoy him.

The only problem was that Billy seemed to be drifting. He had been blowing you off more than usual and treating you differently. He was less touchy, more reserved, quiet.

You searched your brain to try to remember if you’d done something wrong to deserve this treatment but you couldn’t recall anything. And now, with your eyes boring holes into the back of his head as he laughed and drank with his friends you wondered if you should even put up with this anymore.

If he wasn’t going to treat you right then why even continue the relationship? I mean, sure he was phenomenal in bed but you also yearned for the emotional connection. And with Billy, emotions were never the main focus. He always dodged personal questions, always made excuses on why he didn’t want to talk about his feelings. The only times where he was honest were rare and usually occurred when he’d had too much whiskey.

You were a busy woman, and didn’t deserve to put up with this bullshit.

You gulped down the rest of your drink and stood up from where you sat in the bar. Seeing Billy enjoying his time with his friends made jealousy bubble up in your stomach. You wanted to get him back. Wanted to get him mad.

You knew you couldn’t directly speak to Billy without arousing suspicion about your relationship with him so instead you decided to make a subtle move. Something your mama had taught you to do.

You walked by Billy’s table,filled with clamoring cowboys. They all seemed to be drunk out of their minds. You spotted a man, swaying and slurring next to Billy holding a bottle of whiskey.

Smirking, you bumped into him, sending the man lurching forward, spilling the bottle of whiskey right onto Billy’s lap. Gasps and groans were heard in response to the “accident” you had caused.

“Oh! I’m sorry boys. Silly me.” You said with faux sincerity. You knew that all you had to do was bat your lashes and flash a smile and the mistake would be forgotten. And it worked. Worked on everyone except for the only man you made sure you’d really piss off. Billy.

“No problem darlin’.” One of the cowboys slurred, waving his hand dismissively as he grinned. Your eyes locked with Billy’s and you could almost see the burning anger in them.

“I hope you didn’t get too drenched..” You said sweetly, your lips forming a pout.

Billy glanced down at his whiskey soaked shirt and looked back up at you, making your heart flutter for a moment.

“No worries. I know you didn’t mean it ma’am.” He said through gritted teeth. You flashed him another grin and waved. “Well goodbye.”

With that you hurried out of the bar, a little bit of you hoping Billy would be on your heels demanding an explanation for your behavior.

To your disappointment he didn’t follow. Typical. He was great at ignoring and running away from problems that really needed fixing.

Deep down you knew that he would never make a scene running after you like that. He respected you and the secrecy of your relationship too much.

You huffed and walked down the creaky steps of the bar and started to make your way home. You felt only slightly intoxicated from your time drinking but it wasn’t enough to blur your judgment. You mulled over the thought of even continuing seeing Billy as you walked, biting your nails with indecision.

By the time you made it to your doorstep you made a final verdict. The next time you saw Billy you were going to call it quits. If he wasn’t going to put effort into wanting you then you didn’t want to waste your time any longer. You felt a bit lighter as the weight of the decision lifted from your mind. He would understand. He couldn’t have been oblivious to the way he was treating you.

The thought of telling Billy your decision definitely made you anxious, but you were doing this for you. You couldn’t take anymore of his standoffish attitude any longer.

Later that night you settled into bed, closing your eyes to dream when the sound of your window being wrenched open caused you to sit up quickly. Your heart beat loudly in your ears as you clutched your chest.

It was dark, the only shape you could make out was a dark figure at the edge of your bed which was lightly illuminated by the moonlight. The wind whisked in a cold draft from the now open window causing you to shiver.

“Who’s there?” You said loudly, leaving the fear out of your voice.

“Guess.”

The voice was low and rough. You knew that tone anywhere. It had whispered to you in the dark on many occasions and now was no different. You felt your body relax as you threw off your covers and stood up from your bed.

“Billy.” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest. You could now make out his rugged appearance staring at you from a few feet away. His shirt was wrinkled and missing the buttons at the top, and his hair was rumpled as well. You couldn’t deny he looked gorgeous though, with the way his blue eyes still shone bright in the darkness.

You heard his boots thump on the ground as he stepped closer to you.

“Want to explain why the hell you knocked a man’s whiskey all over me tonight?” He said in a low voice. You could feel the intensity of his gaze on you as he waited for an answer.

“It was an accident.” You shrugged. This earned a scoff from Billy. You knew he wouldn’t have believed your lie, but it was worth the shot.

“I may not know a lot of things Y/n.. but I know when you're lying.” He took another step forward and you frowned up at him.

You decided to bite the bullet and flat out tell him what you had been thinking about recently. The fate of your relationship with him.

“Billy, I think we should stop seeing each other.”

Billy froze. He had not been expecting that.

“…What?” He said slowly, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” You repeated, a little louder now.

Billy’s mouth parted with disbelief. You rolled your eyes and let out a breath.

“You really couldn’t have seen this coming? You’ve been distant for weeks. Cold. I can’t let you waltz around and treat me like this anymore.”

Billy laughed, even though there was no trace of humor in his eyes.

“Cold?” He chuckled. “I haven’t treated you any differently than when we first started dating.”

You scoffed, glaring at him. “Are you serious? You’ve seemingly avoided me for weeks. You don’t even try to see me anymore. You're either out doing god knows what or drinking your brains out at the saloon!” You felt anger bubble up in your gut. How could he be so.. uncaring?

Billy shook his head. “That ain’t true, I try to see yo-“

“Don’t lie. Don’t you dare lie to me Billy.” You snapped, taking a step forward to emphasize the demand.

Billy crossed his arms, not liking your tone nor your accusations.

“You’ve been treating me like shit.” You said angrily. “And I’m tired of it.”

Billy’s jaw ticked at your words. He tore a hand through his brown curls with frustration. “Darlin’ I didn’t-“

“No.” You cut him off again. “Don’t darling me.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you began to pace.

“All I ever do is wait for you. Wait for you to see me, wait for you to pay attention to me. And guess what? You never do. I’m not gonna walk and wait for you any longer. I’m tired of it I-“

Billy took a step forward, grabbing your shoulders, stopping you from pacing. The action caught you off guard, causing the breath to escape your lungs. The bedroom went silent.

“It’s because I can’t fucking control myself around you.” Billy growled.

You froze in his grip, your brain replaying the words again and again. You didn’t know what the hell he was on about.

“W- what? What are you talking about?” You whispered, staring wide eyed up at him.

Billy let out the breath he had been holding in. His grip on your shoulders tightened. Not painful, but full of urgency.

“I can’t fuckin’ control myself around you Y/n. And I know I’ve been treating’ you like shit. I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Scared to get in too deep, because when I look at you-.” He paused. “When I look at you all I want to do is love you and I know deep down I ain’t good for you.”

You blinked at him, not believing what you were hearing.

“What are you saying..” You whispered.

Billy looked down. “I’m saying I’m fucking in love with you Y/n. But- I know you don’t deserve someone like me- a nobody. And I push you away because honestly.. I’m scared that I'll mess something up. That you’ll leave. That I’ll hurt you.”

You shook your head quickly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Billy’s gaze flicked up to yours. “I already have.” He whispered.

You paused for a moment. “Is this really how you feel?” You said softly, searching his expression for answers. His blue eyes looked so much more fierce now with the added emotion.

Billy nodded. “It’s stupid, I know but goddamn it- You're perfect and I can’t help but go crazy around you.”

You lifted up his hands to cup his face. “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt sooner..?” You murmured.

Billy turned his head into your cheek, kissing your palm softly. “I was scared Y/n. Scared of what you’d say. I’m sorry.” You felt his words vibrate against your palm sending a delicious shiver up your spine.

“Prove it.” You whispered.

Billy’s eyes flicked up to yours. “What?”

You could see the confusion in his expression as you cleared your throat.

“Prove it. Prove that you love me then.”

Billy hesitated, lips parted as his mind worked through the words coming out of your mouth. He then stood up straighter, slowly snaking a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Do I have your permission to darlin’?” He mumbled. Your body grew excited with anticipation. You were aware of what he was insinuating, and you were sure as hell not complaining.

“Yes.” You breathed, tilting your head to let Billy’s other hand slide around your neck. You felt his fingers brush across your jaw as he held you, his grip gentle. You tell he was holding back.

“Billy..” You said softly. He dipped his head lower towards yours. “Don’t.. don’t hold back.”

Billy’s eyebrows raised. He then squeezed your body slightly tighter. “Are you sure.. because I want to do so many things to you right now.” He murmured.

You nodded, but before you could even say anything in response he had you pinned against the wall. You gasped as he placed his lips on your own. He swallowed your moans, pushing his tongue between your lips, kissing you frantically as if he’d been starving. His hand encased your neck, keeping your head perfectly angled for his lips.

You liked this side of him, it felt real, raw. The way he nipped at your bottom lip between kisses, roamed his hands over your body, and let out tiny sounds of need made your heart thump louder in your chest.

You shut your eyes and gave into the feelings washing over you. The darkness made the feeling of his lips so surreal. You kept your eyes closed until you felt Billy tap your cheek lightly with his pointer and middle finger. You fluttered your eyelids open, lips parted looking up at him.

“Keep your eyes open darlin’.” Billy rasped, his eyes staring into your own. “I need you to be able to see how much I want you.” You let out a sigh at his words, a sigh of surprise. He’d never been this attentive when fucking you before.

Billy then took his hands and slid down the sleeves of your night dress. The cold air hit your bare shoulders instantly, but the chill was soon replaced with warmth when Billy placed his lips there.

Billy nipped at your collarbone, making his way closer to your chest with every kiss. While he kissed you, you could feel one of his hands slide up your leg, bunching up the fabric of your dress as it traveled.

“You're so perfect.” Billy mumbled against your skin.

You felt so overwhelmed with his touch you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted him to fuck you. Right then and now.

“Billy-“ You gasped as he kissed the tops of your breasts, which were now peaking out of your dress due to how it had been pulled down, “I need you- please.”

You could feel Billy’s lips form a smirk against your chest. “Already?” He chuckled.

You took his face in your hands and guided it back up to your mouth. You kissed him feverishly, aching for more than he was giving to you.

“Let me pick you up.” You heard Billy mumble softly against your messy kisses. You moved yourself a little off the wall as Billy’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing before lifting you. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist and he carried you with ease over to your bed.

The world around you whirled as he laid you down on the bed roughly, bed springs creaking, before crawling on top of you to reach your lips again.

You tugged at his shirt as he kissed you, signaling to him that you wanted it off. Billy complied, sitting up, strong thighs straddling your waist, as he began to unbutton his shirt. You looked up at him with admiration. His curls were all tousled and arrayed across his forehead, his lips pink and plump due to your kisses.

Billy’s hands worked quickly on the buttons of his shirt before sliding down his suspenders and pulling off the garment and tossing it aside. His chest, defined and strong, was illuminated by the moonlight.

“Goddamn it, you're gorgeous.” You mumbled, feeling the butterflies in your stomach so intensely now. He let out a low chuckle, bending down to hover over you again.

You grabbed his neck and fiercely pulled him back onto you. Lips and teeth clashing with stronger intensity than before. Your hand flew up to dig itself in his curls as he began to trail his way down your body. He pushed up your night dress to your hips before you sat up slightly to pull it off over your head and onto the floor.

Billy smiled down at you admiring your breasts that now sat perfectly displayed as you laid there. Then he averted his eyes down to the pretty white panties you wore, desire. glinting in his eyes.

His fingers traced up your thighs, painfully slow even though you could tell he was doing everything in his power not to go batshit crazy and fuck the life out of you. You felt the sensation of his fingers gently skimming the fabric keeping him from your cunt.

You watched, biting your cheek in anticipation, as he slowly bent down towards your core, pulling down your panties and tossing them aside. You watched as Billy wet his lips before attaching his lips to your pussy.

You jolted, back immediately arching as he pushed his tongue throughout your folds, lapping up your slick.

“Fuck-“ You choked, mouth falling slack as he ate your cunt. His fingers placed themselves on your clit, massaging circles as his tongue worked on your folds. You panted as the knot in your gut became tighter and tighter, the pleasure growing by the second.

After a few more minutes of this you came, letting out a breathy moan at the unexpected intensity of it.

Billy grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crawling up so his face was over yours again. His eyes skimmed over your features as you came down from your climax. Billy bent down and kissed you again. You could taste yourself on his lips but you didn’t mind.

“You taste so damn good.” Billy murmured as he kissed you. You heard the clinking of his belt sliding off. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you snakes your hands around Billy’s body to grip his back.

Soon Billy’s trousers were thrown aside along with his boxers. At that moment you wanted him so bad that you kissed his face frantically, not letting him break for air. You felt the head of Billy’s cock prod at your opening, letting a moan escape your lips.

“I want all of you.” You whispered as you kissed him.

Billy let out a soft grunt in reply, sinking into you, filling you up. You both stopped for a moment just getting used to the feeling before Billy began to move his hips slowly. You squeezed him, nails digging into his back as he began to pick up the pace.

This was when Billy let go. hips snapping, mouth open, eyes fluttering, hands gripping you firmly. You were whisked away into your own world. A world where it was just you and him, moving together with ease, moans of pleasure escaping your lips.

“S’ good.” Billy moaned, thrusting harder into you. Your whimpers sounded sweet in his ears, reassuring him that he was making you feel good.

“Billy..” You breathed. “I’m- I-“ You stumbled over your words.

“I know doll.. I know.” Billy rasped, pounding into you relentlessly as his lips danced upon your skin, marking you as his.

Tears pricked in your eyes, the feeling of Billy’s cock absolutely overwhelmingly as you chased your second orgasm. The familiar knot of tension in your gut began to form again and by the feeling of Billy’s thrusts, he was close too.

Billy mumbled praises against your neck until he finally came. He let out a throaty moan as you clenched around him, intensifying his own orgasm.

You both laid still for a moment, Billy’s cock still buried deep inside of you. Then as exhaustion hit, you pulled Billy down so he was laying limp on top of you. You ran your hands through the curls that feathered over his forehead, now slick with sweat.

“I think you proved that you love me pretty well.” You whispered, playing with his hair still.

Billy let out a deep hum. You could feel the movement of his chest as he breathed as well as the rapid thumping of his heart.

“Darlin’ I’m just getting started.” He mumbled. You glanced down at him to see his eyes drooping shut, and you didn’t blame him. It was late. His words earned a chuckle from you as you dipped your head to place a soft kiss on his temple.

“Someone’s a little too tired for more I’m thinkin’.” You teased softly. Billy just let out another exhausted hum as an answer.

“Goodnight Billy.” You whispered, feeling your own wave of tiredness was over you. Billy shifted to wrap his hands around your naked body, making you, as well as him, more comfortable.

“I hope you never forget how much I love you.” Billy mumbled. You closed your eyes and listened to his breathing.

“I won’t.” You finally whispered back.

Soon soft snores escaped Billy’s lips, lulling you off into a sweet sleep, full of a newfound feelings for your lover. You felt as if you broke through his shell, and you were excited to get closer to him.

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