In the morning you woke up feeling strange. When you tried to sit up from the bed, you felt a sticky liquid running down from between your legs and your ass. You gasped at the feeling. You tried to remember last night and what happened after you went to sleep, but everything was blank after you passed out. As you walked towards the bathroom you still were feeling weird.
You were always feeling like after someone had fucked you the previous night, but no one had done that yesterday or they had…
An image of billy entering your room while you were only wrapped in a towel made its way in your brain and you gasped. Fuck, you had a sex dream about him last night and it felt… so good. It made you want him even more.
When you finished with your shower and got dressed, you went downstairs to eat breakfast as you hadn’t eaten anything the previous day. In the kitchen, billy was sitting on one of the stools in the kitchen island and tensed once he saw you. you couldn’t blame him, last night was… eventful.
“good morning…” you said softly avoiding looking at him and purred some coffee and started making breakfast.
When you were finished you put two plates on the kitchen island and served. You pushed the one plate towards billy and he finally acknowledged you.
“you… didn’t have to…” he said.
“well… what were you going to eat otherwise?” you sat down on a stool and started eating.
Billy couldn’t stop thinking about you. after last night he need for you increased even more. He woke up in the middle of the night again and jerked off at the memory. He wanted you again, but he wanted your permission this time. He knew that what he did what really fucked up and he wanted to apologize to you, yet he didn’t want to risk his chances on finally getting on your good side. He knew that you wouldn’t like what he wanted to tell you, but he had to do that at some point. He felt bad for using you like that, but was so aroused at the memory of you cumming undone on his fingers.
Once finished with your breakfast you proceeded to wash the dishes. After a while billy came from behind you and placed his plate on the sink.
“I can wash them, you made us breakfast after all” he said looking at your neck, only thinking about how bad he wanted to mark it up and nibble at it.
“it’s okay billy—“ he cut you off.
“no, I’ll do it, you can rest” he said and took the plate from your hand as he started washing it off.
“okay…” you whispered and sat back down on the stool.
You wanted to talk to him about last night, but didn’t know how to bring it up. After what happened last night, you desired him even more. You wanted to fuck him hard and rough for 24 hours straight. You ached and craved for him. You wanted to tell him about last night, so you did once he finished with the washing.
“so umm…” he looked at you “about last night…” his blood run cold.
“I’m sorry” he said not letting you finish.
“it’s okay…” you sighed “I guess… it was the tension from the previous events” you lowered your head.
“y/n, I’m really sorry, I have no idea what overtook me…” he exclaimed.
“it’s really okay bi—“
“stop saying it’s okay” his eyes burn yours and you looked at him taken aback “it’s not okay y/n. what I did was too fucked up” he ran a hand on his face.
“billy… I’m okay though…” you said and he looked at you as if you had grown a second head “you’re a guy and I understand that if you see a woman like you feel… you know…” you felt awkward as he kept staring at you “it’s not like you did something that I didn’t wanted” his eyes were about to fall on the floor.
“what the fuck are you talking about y/n?” he finally snapped and you looked at him confused “I fucked you! I freaking fucked you while you were asleep, that’s not okay and I know it… what are you even talking about?” he yelled and you gasped at his words.
“you… did what?” you felt venerable.
“I fucked you y/n, while you were asleep. I freaking came inside you that’s fucked up” he continued.
“what?” you were still trying to proceed what he had just told you and he was the one looking confused at you.
“you didn’t…” he breathed out starting to realize that you were talking about something else.
“I was talking about when you saw me…” you felt tears making their way in your eyes and you covered your mouth with your palm trying to stop your sobs.
“y/n…” he tried to reach out to you but you pulled away.
“don’t you fucking dare to touch me! You’re disgusting me” you said as you started crying as you felt nauseas.
“y/n…” he repeated your name but it was late because you had already got up from your seat and ran upstairs locking the door behind you, throwing yourself onto the bed and burying your face in your pillow as you sobbed.
A week had gone by and you couldn’t face billy yet. But why?
You wanted this too. You had touched yourself while thinking about him. You were begging silently for him to fuck you, so why were you bothering with that?
Indeed, what he did was sick, but you didn’t mind you just felt… uncomfortable.
However, you still wanted him. You wanted him to fuck for real this time, not while you were asleep, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. After a while of thinking, you felt hungry and decided to go downstairs to eat something. On your way you bumped into him and made the mistake of lifting your head.
You made eye contact and saw nothing but regret and pain in his eyes. You knew that he was sorry about what he’d done, he had even apologized to you, but you were embarrassed to see him.
“y/n…” your name felt like heaven coming out of his lips.
“yeah…” you said with a rasped voice.
“there’s…” he took a couple steps back, just realizing how close you two were “there’s a gala again tonight and—“ you didn’t let him finish.
“okay…” you made your way past him and he turned to look at you silhouette.
“I’ll bring your dress up…” he lowered his head and you didn’t answer him.
Great, just another night that you had to spend with him, looking happy and cozy.
summary; not having seen y/n, billy for the whole day bursts in her bedroom and he sees something that doesn’t let him sleep for the rest of the night.
The next day, you didn’t even dare to leave your bedroom. It wasn’t like you were afraid of him, but what he did brought you back all the trauma and pain that you had went through as a child.
You knew your father was not a good guy at all. He was more like, the worst man that ever existed. After your mother was found dead at your house, things went downhill. He started beating you up for no particular reason; he just wanted to let out some steam- as he used to tell you. once you came of age, you learnt to defend yourself and he stopped harassing you, saying that he wanted to taught you how to fight. Bullshit… he just loved violence. He craved it, but you hated it.
When you stopped thinking about all those things, you decided to take a warm shower to relax. You let the warm water travel down your body as you started washing your hair. You closed your eyes, but immediately regretted as billy’s face appeared. Your breath hollowed and your shook at the memory of you touching yourself while thinking about him. You wanted to do it again, as you felt aroused by it, but you were too stressed about yesterday’s events. You finally finished with your shower and hoped out of it as you wrapped a small towel around your wet body.
However, billy downstairs couldn’t stop thinking about you. it was 11 o’clock and he hadn’t seen you all day. He was anxious about you, it was as if he cared about you, but he wouldn’t let himself agree with that. Minutes later, he couldn’t stop moving at hi seat on the couch. Why would you react like that? Billy hated you, but once he saw the terror in your eyes, something broke in him. He hated being the reason of your nightmares and he didn’t even know why.
You didn’t even come downstairs to eat today. He was worried. Finally he decided to go up and check on you, whether you liked it or not. Once outside of your room he knocked on the door patiently. However, after a few minutes of waiting he frowned. His plan would go to waste if you were dead- he let himself believe that it was the reason of him feeling unease. He knocked again and again and again. He could hear nothing from your room, so he took a step back and kicked the door open.
As he did so and entered your room, you exited the bathroom with nothing but a small towel wrapped around yourself. Billy froze.
You looked like a goddess in all her glory. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. he was reliving the previous night, when he saw you in the dress that he had bought for you. he felt a weird feeling growing inside him and his heartbeat increased.
You couldn’t move too, as your eyes were locked with his.
He walked towards to you slowly and you felt your breath hitching in your throat. He was now standing right in front of you while looking down at your –almost naked- figure. He wanted you and he wanted you bad and rough. At that time he wanted to do unspeakable things to you. he wanted to be the reason that you would not be walking for the next week.
You looked up at him not saying a single word. He then placed the palm of his hand on your right cheek and you wanted so bad to lean into the feeling but didn’t give in. he exchanged his glare between your eyes and your lips until he leaned down so that his lips were almost touching yours.
You wanted to press your chest against his. You wanted him to feel you. you wanted him to want you as bad as you wanted him. Fuck you craved for him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, yet closed it again.
He wanted to cry by the frustration he was feeling at that moment. He wanted to take you right at that spot, but he didn’t.
He finally dropped his hand from your cheek and took a step back. You wanted to sob at his actions. He looked at you for a few more seconds and then walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
You clenched your chest. Fuck… what the fuck was that? You thought.
You felt dizzy, like you were about to collapse, so you laid down on the bed, not even bothering to change. You were feeling so hot right now. You throw your towel away and didn’t even try to cover yourself with a blanket as sleep took over you with billy being the main theme of your dreams.
Billy was feeling starstruck. He didn’t know what overtook him back then at your room. He wanted to punch himself in the face. He wanted to kiss you so bad, but he just left. He felt so lost when he looked in your eyes. You were soothing him, make all his stress go away. He felt at peace and that’s what freaked him out.
He sat up from his bed, not even knowing why. He strolled out of his bedroom and walked towards your room. The time was 2:30 in the morning and he couldn’t sleep. You wouldn’t let him sleep. That time when he tried to open the door it was unlocked. When he looked inside he felt his blood stop running in his veins and gasped lowly.
You were sleeping in your bed, your back at him, totally naked. He had a full few of your round ass, of your whole body and he wanted to touch you so bad.
He made his way towards your bed. He knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. He took his clothes off, so that he would be completely bare too. He laid down next to you and contemplate for about five minutes what to do next. Without thinking anymore, he placed his hand on your hip feeling your warm skin under his touch as he slowly started drawing circles with his thump. He then guided his hand on the inside if your thigh. He felt you tensing and stop breathing for a second, but reassumed as you continued sleeping. His hand traveled a little upwards and found home at your heat. He moaned at how wet you were.
He ran his digits through your wet folds feeling the heat radiating from you. his thump rubbed your clit and you let out a shaky breath. He worked you for a good five minutes before he entered one finger inside you. he started pumping in and out slowly as he grabbed his dick with his other hand stroking it. He wanted you so bad, wanted to be inside you, but didn’t want to wake you up. He couldn’t even imagine what your reaction would be like. However he had another idea.
He pushed you slowly forward- with his finger still inside you- as he hovered on top of you as he slowly entered you from behind. You flinched a little and he put a halt at his movements, but when you let out a sigh he pushed further inside you. fuck you were so tight. He thought that he could cum at any second. After a little he started fucking both your holes as you were still passed out cold. His breath was shaking and he wanted you even harder but still didn’t want to disturb you. he placed his head in your hair smelling the aroma of your shampoo. He was in love with your shampoo. His head shot back up and his eyes widened at the thought of the big L word. The fuck was he thinking about? Suddenly he heard you moaning and pushed a second finger inside you.
He was feeling how close you were and that was brining him even closer to his high. He couldn’t believe that you were about t cum by him fucking you while you were asleep. He increased his speed a little still fucking your ass and he felt you clenching around his fingers. With his thump, he started rubbing your clit and felt you shaking as you finally came while triggering his high too. He came inside your asshole as dropped his head on top of your slowly as he was breathing heavily.
A few seconds later his slipped his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to taste you. his cock twitched at how your juices were tasting and he wanted to bury his face between your legs. When he felt you tensing once again, he pulled out of you and kissed your head softly, before he slipped out of your bed, getting dressed again and leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind as he ran a hand through his hair, thinking about what he had just done.
When you finally arrived at the gala, a battler opened your door and helped you out of the car as billy came around giving his keys to him. He came next to you and didn’t even look at you while he wrapped his arm around your waist guiding you inside. You couldn’t help but tense at his touch as chills ran through your body.
“drink?” billy asked simply once you were inside the venue.
“umm yeah…” you answered gulping at how out of place you were feeling.
You were at an event with the man that you liked, but was also your kidnapper. You felt weak, helpless. You liked being around him, yet nit like that. You’d love to be his partner and you’d help him with whatever he was up to, if he’d ask you without question. Apart from everything you too didn’t like how your father was like. He never treated you with love, care, never asked anything about your life, how were you feeling when you were at your downs. That’s the reason why he didn’t even try to look for you now that you were missing for fur whole days. Where did he think that you could be? Sometimes you were wondering if he even knew that he had a daughter.
“y/n…” billy exclaimed your name.
“yes, yeah…” you said taken aback.
“I said that your father’s here and we’re gonna see him” he explained looking around the room.
That was your problem, he was treating you like you were some object, maybe you were, but you weren’t feeling okay with him treating you like trash. What would he even do to you once he was finished with your father? Would he kill you? you exhaled shakily at that thought ad turned to him.
“so that’s why you threatened me to come with you?” you spoke.
“first of all, be careful with what you’re saying and second… that’s what we agreed on first place princess” he said as his eyes burned in yours.
“we? I didn’t agree with anything you said billy” you hissed back.
“shut up or I swear you’re gonna regret it when we get back home” he clenched his jaw.
“oh yes? What will you do?” you challenged him.
“I might not be able to kill you sweetheart, but I can torture you, dig my blade so deep into your skin. I’ll make sure to scar your pretty body forever, that much so you’ll not be able to get out of the house again” his grip on your waist tightened as your eyes widened “now, let’s go and find daddy Rawlins” he smirked and lead you through the crowed.
Seconds later, your father appeared talking with some older men.
“William!” billy exclaimed with a proud voice, wrapping his arm even more around your middle, showing of his dominance.
Your father turned around and you saw his eyes widening at the sight of both of you.
“russo…” he said as he turned away from the people that he was previously talking to “y/n” he exclaimed looking at you with disgust.
Amazing, your own father was disgusted of you.
“didn’t expect to see you here” billy lead smirking.
“why on earth would I miss a military event?” your father responded in the same tone.
“ right… more men to cry out for help, isn’t that right?”billy fired back and you saw your father clenching his jaw.
“in comparison to you, billy, I don’t need to cry for help. I believe that you are the one that has to do that, don’t you think?” he said.
“yeah, I don’t think so. y/n, what do you think?” he finally addressed you and your father glared at you.
You wanted to say that you should be the one to cry for help, but you knew better than that. You knew that if you were to disappoint billy, you’d pay for that.
“I think that you have to be careful dad, many dad things can happen when you’re not expecting them” you smirked as you felt a rush of confidence running through you.
“my own daughter… turned against me” he gritted his teeth and you knew that if you weren’t surrounded by people he would’ve crush both of you, if not billy then you for sure.
“don’t know what you’re talking about William, but If she’s your daughter, then she keeps calling daddy every night I fuck her?” billy grinned proud of himself and your jaw dropped as he turned you around to leave, before you saw your father’s hand tighten around the glass of whisky that he was holding.
“what the fuck was that billy?” you exclaimed once you were too far away from your father.
“what?” he responded having the same smirk again on his face.
“he’s my father billy, you can’t say things like that to him” you hissed at him.
“you’d wished for me to say even more things to him than what I just said, if you knew what he’s done” he said looking at you like a mad man.
“then tell me! What has he done?” you demanded.
“your place is to be my good little girl, not a fucking brat, demanding things” he gritted his teeth.
“I hate you! I wanna leave” you said and walked outside with billy following you.
“I swear to god y/n, if you do not stop right now I’ll fucking ruin you” he yelled once you were outside.
“for fucks sake billy, I would’ve just waited in the car, I’m not leaving, I know better than to leave you. I just want some space” you said as you felt tears in your eyes, but tried to shake them away.
“you can’t have space y/n. what do you think you are? I told yo—“ you interrupted him.
“a means to an end… I know. Now take me home” you demanded as you entered the car.
“fucking bitch” you heard him saying while he stood in front of his car.
You felt your heart breaking at what he said. You hated that he was treating you like that. Hated to be used like that. You just wanted to go back to your room at his apartment and cry your eyes out. Why were you feeling that way for him? Your heart was aching for him, for his touch. You should hate him. That’s what you were telling him, but that as just to get on his nerves, you didn’t actually mean it.
You wanted to punch yourself for not loathing him.
Once at his penthouse, you tried to make your way upstairs, but were stopped as he grabbed your arm yanking you behind, crushing you against the wall as he wrapped his other hand around your neck squeezing it.
“I told that you’ll fucking regret what you did?” he was furious as he was looking you in the eye.
“I don’t fucking care. You are a nothing russo and I fucking hate you to death. I don’t care what my father has done to you, but I wish for him to kill you in the most awful was while I will be enjoying watching you beg for your life” you fought back, using his words against him.
“i’m sorry princess, but that will never happen. I promise you, once I’m done with him, I’ll fucking kill you too. I will hesitate about it. I swear!” he whispered- yelled at you as his grip around your neck tightened “I’ll fucking skin you alive bitch” you saw him lifting his hand up, making you flinch at the movement and a frighten look made its way on your face. Billy was taken aback, not expecting that reaction from you.
“please…” you trembled.
“y/n…” he whispered your name as he dropped his hand from your neck, taking a few steps backwards.
“can I go up..?” you said with a shaken voice.
“yeah…” he nodded and you rushed upstairs.
Once in the bedroom you locked the door behind you sliding down against it while bringing your legs up to your chest hugging them and started crying as billy was left flustered at the entrance hall.
summary; billy threatens y/n to go with him at some gala
warnings; angst, mature themes, mature language, metions of blood, threatening w knief, masturbate (MINORS D.N.I / 18+)
words; 1.6k
A couple of days later, your father hadn’t even tried to communicate with you, it was as if he didn’t even care about you, thing which was upsetting you a lot. Billy was being kind of cold towards you, but it wasn’t as if you were seeing each other a lot, as a matter of fact that you were always locked in your room, which turned out to be billy’s room too.
The first night he tried to sleep with you, not in any suggestive way, he just attempted to sneak into the bed while you were asleep, but as soon as you felt something move besides you, you pushed him off the bed, resulting in him falling onto the ground. He never tried to do that again, it was as if he was respecting your decision, yet how would you believe that since he had kidnapped you.
You had missed human contact, in any kind of way and you wanted so bad to leave this house. Billy had even taken your phone too and you couldn’t talk to anyone. You were still mad at him, who wouldn’t be, but you managed to stay as much as you could away from him. However, you still liked him and couldn’t hold back, but think about how it would be if he one day sneak into your room again and started kissing you, then removing your clothes and then at the end, fucking you. you wanted him so bad and having him wandering around the house for the most part of the day that he wasn’t at anvil, was infuriating.
You had thought many times about touching yourself, but you didn’t want to give into him, didn’t want to let him know that he’d won. You hated that, your ache about him and you wanted to tease him back, but it was as if nothing was affecting him, or he was pretending so…
Letting out a heavy sigh, you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen to grab something to eat, because you didn’t eat lunch and now you were starving to death. In your displeasure though, billy was there too sitting on the couch watching tv with just a pair of grey sweatpants on. You tried not to look at him and opened the fridge to find something eatable. As you did so and closed it, you felt an arm wrapping around your waist and you were yanked behind and against a firm chest. Billy…
“haven’t seen you today princess” he whispered as he placed his head in the crook of your neck making chills run through your body.
“wasn’t that wonderful?” you said ironically and pushed away his arm from your waist, resulting in him to let out a small chuckle.
“couldn’t agree more” he winked at you as you turned around and you rolled your eyes.
“come on princess don’t be like that” he smirked and you didn’t said anything back, making him sigh deeply “anyways, there’s this gala tonight that we have to attend so be ready at 8” he said and sat back down on the couch.
“excuse me?” you exclaimed and he looked at you.
“what?” he simply said,
“I’m not going anywhere with you” you said and he let out a dark laugh sitting back up and walking towards you.
“you don’t understand princess. This is the reason I have you with me, to be my little doll that I’ll be showing of at your daddy” he smirked looking down at you “this is the only reason I’m keeping you alive” he continued and your eyes widened “yes princess, I decide whether you leave or not, me and only me” he finished.
“fuck you” you said with a trembling voice.
“you just have to ask sweetheart and I’ll obey to that” he grinned at your comment and your eyes widened.
“I’m not coming” you threw your hands in the air by the frustration and tried to leave but he grabbed you by the hair snatching you back at him while pulling from his pocket a small knife pointing it at your neck.
“either you’re coming with me or I’m slashing your throat leaving you here to bleed to death while I’ll be watching tv, your call” he hissed in your ear and you gulped.
“I dare you…” suddenly feeling more confident you gripped at his wrist digging your nails into skin, drawing blood.
“fucking bitch” he breathed out and pressed even more the blade to your throat.
“you need me, we both know that. You can’t kill me. What will your little buddy think about it?” you bit at your lip trying to hold back your smirk.
“I fucking hate you” he said and finally let go of you pushing you away with force, making you gasp “you’re still coming with me though, because even if I can’t kill you, I can kill your friends and whoever else you care about” his eyes darkened and you felt your blood stop running in your veins by what he told you.
“billy…” you whispered his name, feeling helpless.
“I spoke” he gritted his teeth.
“okay…” you finally gave in with a deep sigh.
“good, I’ll bring you up your dress in a minute” he said as he signed for you to go to room.
After a few minutes that you’d reached your room you heard someone knocking. Opening it you saw billy with a huge back in his hand.
“this is yours. Be ready by 8” he explained and left without a second word.
Moments later, you decided to open the back and inside you saw the most beautiful dress. It was a long, silk, black dress without a back and you felt definitely in love with it. Did billy bought it for you? looks like he might be a bastard, but he’s a bastard with good taste.
You finally went to take a bath, relaxing by the events of the day and tried to avoid thinking about what will happen later. Once out, you wrapped a towel around you and started daydreaming as you started with your hair routine, as billy had made sure to provide you with everything that you had back home.
You started thinking about him though, about how it would be to have him there right next to you. what if you’d attend this event as his actual girlfriend and not as a pawn. You wanted him to wrap his arms around you as he did earlier, you wanted him to kiss your neck and places more southern. Without even thinking your hand made each way towards your heat that was already soaking and not just by the water. You closed your eyes and felt your heartbeat increasing as you run your fingers between your folds. You rubbed your clit for a moment before guiding your fingers at your opening and pushing two of them inside you as you gasped. You pumped them in and out of you thinking about billy’s fingers. How good they were wrapped around your neck at firs day that you came here. You wanted him to bury them deep inside as, you wanted him to make you cum a thousand time only by using them… and then maybe he’d bury his head between your legs too.
You let out a moan at the feeling. You imagined that these were his fingers, he was the one controlling your body, your orgasms, everything… you wanted him to ruin you. with your thumb you rubbed your clit, feeling your high approaching as you imagined billy’s face looking right into your eyes.
“oh fuck… billy…” you moaned loudly as you came on your fingers.
Seconds later and after you had calmed down, it was as if you had returned on the planet earth and hoping that he didn’t hear you, you washed your hands and with trembling legs, you made your way back in your room to get ready.
An hour later you were finished. You had wore the dress that billy gave you as you combined them with your black high heels and had put on night make up. Once ready you took your small black and silver purse and made your way downstairs.
When you went to the hall that was leading to the entrance way, billy was standing there putting on his suit jacket and you couldn’t help yourself but check him out as he had his back on you. you finally decided to pretend as if you were clearing your throat and he turned around looking at you as you saw his jaw dropping at the sight of you.
“are… are you ready?” he asked after a few moments clearing his throat too.
“yeah…” you answered and walked towards the door as he grabbed his keys, but before you could walk past him, he grabbed your arm stopping you.
“if you dare to try anything, say anything or attempt to leave, all your friends are dead” he threatened and you gulped nodding “I didn’t hear you” he hissed shaking your arm with force “did you understand?” he asked.
“yes” you said.
“good” and with that you left his house and made your to the private garage that was in his building.
a/n; so, as a matter of fact that i’m leaving home to go to my uni, i’ll try to write as many parts as i can while i’m still here, so that i’ll be able to update when i’m away!
summary; billy kidnaps y/n and they’re having a weird interaction at his apartment.
Everything happened so fast! At the beginning you were waiting for a cab to take you home, after a girl’s night out drinking your ass off at some bar and then an expensive black car stops in front of you and in a matter of seconds strong arms are wrapping themselves around you and a hand presses a white cloth against your mouth. You didn’t get to do anything as you were unconscious in a couple of seconds.
The next day you woke up with a start. You had a huge headache and you were feeling nauseous. Opening your eyes you linger your eyes around the room and realized that you had no idea where you were. Could have been a one night stand? Was it any of your friend’s house? Did your father redecorate the whole place overnight? No, no and no!
Where the hell where you?
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and you couldn’t believe in your eyes, when you saw who walked in. billy fucking russo. Did you actually had a one night stand with your father’s colleague. Indeed he was hot, so hot that no one could resist this man and you sure as hell had a crush on him since the first day that you saw him. To be honest, you wouldn’t mind fucking him.
“good morning sleeping beauty” he smirked as he stood before you on the bed with his hands in his pockets, giving out some kind of power.
“b-billy” you exclaimed his name, as you tried to adjust your eyes to the light that was making its way through the open door.
“glad you’re up princess, breakfast waits for you downstairs” and with that he exited the room, leaving you behind while being pretty confused.
Then it all came back. Your friends, drinking with them, having the time of your life and then you waiting for a cad, but instead a black rolls Royce pulled up in front of you, a man came out and then… you gasped panicked. You had been kidnapped. What the hell?! Billy… he had kidnapped you. he… you felt yourself wanting to collapse at the memory, but you were better than that.
Furious, you made your way downstairs and tried to find billy in this big ass penthouse. You had searched for five minutes when you saw two big wooden doors and opened them without a second thought. Billy was sitting in front of his chair, while typing something away on his laptop. You walked like a mad man towards him and hit your hands on top of his workplace with a thud wanting to make him look at you, but he couldn’t seem to care less. That made you even angrier.
“what the fuck billy?” you yelled at him “what kind of a sick game is this, huh?” he didn’t even bother giving you just one glance as he kept on working.
You walked around his desk and turned his chair around so he would be looking at you not, in which you succeeded.
“what is it princess?” he asked calmly as he made himself more comfortable in his seat.
“wha… billy are fucking serious?” you hissed at him as your eyes narrowed.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about princess” that ridiculously smirk made its way on his face again “didn’t you like breakfast?” he asked afterwards.
“you fucking piece of shit, do you think that it’s okay to go around kidnapping people in the middle of the night?” you said in a high pitched voice and he sighed.
“look y/n, I know that you have a lot of questions, but I have to work too so if y—“ you cut him off by slapping his cheek, thing which you regretted immediately as he sat up suddenly, wrapping one hand around your neck, chocking you.
However, instead of fright you were feeling a lot different. Billy was making you feel so weird. A rush of adrenaline made its way through your body as you felt yourself getting aroused. You were getting freaking aroused by being choked to death… but it was billy. Your eyes burned into his as he clenched his jaw.
“ya’re a little fucking spoiled brat, y/n, that wants to have everything in her life. That’s how daddy taught you to be anyways. While you’ll be staying here with me princess you’ll learn how to behave. I’ll make you my good little princess” he smirked as he tightened his hand around your throat.
You didn’t obey though. you spat in his face a dug your nails into the skin of his hand that was chocking you. you wanted to kiss him so bad right now. Billy snatched you closer to him and grabbed your jaw with his other hand making you open your mouth at him.
“don’t you fucking dare to spit on me again slut. The only one spitting here will be me” he leaned down so he was hovering slightly over you and while you mouth was still open he spit in it “now, swallow” you wanted to swallow so bad, feeling your panties being soaked by this moment, but you didn’t want to give in so easily. However, as you were about to spit back at him he placed his palm over your mouth and looked at you with a mischievous smirk “swallow” he instructed again and finally you obeyed “good girl” he said looking proudly at you “now how about you go and eat your breakfast sweetheart, before it gets cold?” he asked and you simply nodded.
You made your way into the kitchen with billy being hot on your heels. You sat down and just stared at your food. You had so many questions, but were too tired to try and get the answers out of him, so you asked just one thing, that you thought it was the most important one;
“why did you do it?” your voice was barely heard and billy came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist while placing his chin on your shoulder, making you feel butterflies.
“you, princess, are a means to an end. Your father and i, you see, are not in such good terms… he owes me… something, so you’re just his little girl, that’s going to help him make him mad that even his princess betrayed him and slept with the enemy” he finished as he kissed your neck softly.
“but i…we didn’t…” you gulped.
“no princess. Unfortunately I didn’t fuck you, thing which I would gladly do, but one step at a time huh? The main target is to make your daddy pay for what he did to my buddy” he hissed in your ear and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how it would be to be fucked by him.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing in his touch, yet as soon as you did he pulled away.
“I have to go to work, make yourself at home princess. Your stuff are upstairs in the bedroom” he said “the entrance will be locked for as long as I will be at anvil, so if anything happens you call me right away, understood?” he asked looking at you intensely and you nodded “good girl” and with that he left, leaving you alone trying to proceed what had just happened.
summary; y/n and billy go way back. two years ago the two of them managed to turn from enemies to lovers, after he had kidnapped her and forced her to pretend to be his girlfriend as to use her against her father, william rawlins.
summary; y/n and billy go way back. two years ago the two of them managed to turn from enemies to lovers, after he had kidnapped her and forced her to pretend to be his girlfriend as to use her against her father, william rawlins.
warnings; mature themes, mentions of trauma, violence, blood and torture, angst
words; 578
The rays of the sun hardly make their way inside the cold room. Your hands stings from the ropes that binds them together. Your body is trembling from the pain and your eyes burn from the crying.
730 days.
That’s how long you have been kidnapped by your own father, William Rawlins, a cruel, foul man, that doesn’t even aches for his own daughter. The only thing that motivates him is money… and torturing people.
Of course you didn’t know any of his doings from the beginning. That’s why, once you’ve learnt about them, he locked up in a small room for two whole years. You hated that man; you hated your father, hated being his daughter, hated being called a ‘Rawlins’. Overall, you loathed everything in your life. Everything except a man.
Billy Russo.
The man that you once hated, but now and for the past two and a half years loved more than anything. Billy was the only one that made feel alive, that made you feel like you mattered. You wanted to cry just by having a small glimpse of him in your head. Your heart was screaming for him, was pleading for him to come and get you away from this place that you’ve been trapped in.
But nothing ever happened. Billy never burst through the door to rescue you. You waited and waited and cried and cried…
So, as the time went by, you made up your mind and decided that you’ve had enough.
Days of planning later, you had finally managed to break through your bounds, after tricking one of your father’s men into giving you –accidentally- a pocket knife. Once you were standing on your feet, you immediately fall down due to the aching of your legs. Moments later you crawled towards the door-it was lunch time- and when it opened you knocked down the guard… and the other four as well and as you rose again, you run to the nearest exit that you had spotted.
The light hit you and you screamed as your eyes burned by being exposed to the sun after all these years. People were looking at you strangely and you couldn’t blame them. A woman approached you. You were terrified and your whole body was shaking so you run. You run and run and run…
Your head hit into a strong stern and your nose started bleeding at how sensitive it had became by all the beating. You tried to apologize, but no words could come out of your mouth. It was as you’d forgotten how to talk, due to only screaming those couple of years.
So you lifted your head.
You froze. Your blood stopped running in your veins. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.
He was there, standing right in front of you. He was the same as you remembered him to be, but… he looked more miserable now. Why?
Why? A question that had engulfed your brain. Was it because of you? No, it couldn’t be, could it? After all these years, did he even remember you? His eyes darkened and started glistening as he stood there speechless.
He remembered you, but why didn’t he try to look for you? However, all you cared about at that time was him. The man that had overwhelmed your thoughts while in captivity, was finally standing only a few inches away from you.
Your ex enemy and currently lover, was here. Billy Russo was here!
A/n; finally guys this is the last part of my series!❤️ i hope that you enjoyed my annoying self and i’m so sorry for not posting for like… two months but my adhd self decided to self distanced himself from writting lol
Summary; Y/n dreams finally comes true, with the man that she loves to death.
warnings; fluff, mature language
words; 1.1k
Three years later
“tony come back you didn’t finish your cereal!” you yelled out at your two year old son that had just took off with his father, while holding your little girl, willow, in your arms.
“mommy I’m not hungry anymore.” Tony cried out.
“tony you need to eat your food if you wanna be a big boy” you told him.
“sorry honey but that’s a dump thing to say.” Your husband showed up out of nowhere with a foot-ball in his hands.
“if that was true I would be superman by now, not penguin” he said making your son laugh hysterically.
“well if penguin was like that and I was batman… damn… would let him kill me and then apologize about it” you winked at him making him smirk.
“it is a good thing then that you’re not batman and I’m not penguin” he said approaching you, making you roll your eyes.
“daddy!” your little girl squealed in your arms for her father.
“hey baby girl, love that your reminding mommy how she should call me at nights” he grinned as she took willow in his arms.
You were so grateful that your son had gone back to resume playing in your backyard.
“jesus billy, she might be ten months old, but she still can understand you in some way, ya know” you said rolling your eyes once more.
“then what if we leave willow with tony and go upstairs to have a more private… talk” he winked.
“in your dreams pretty boy” you laughed.
“indeed that is the only place that we’re having that kind of talk nowadays” he sighed.
“whatever bill” you said and went back inside to wash the dishes.
So, as it may seems, it is a fact that in those last three years you and billy had finally managed to built your own family. Tony was born almost one year after you reunited with your husband and turns out half a year later, your pregnant again with your little princess, willow.
Furthermore, you still kept in touch with pepper and morgan, but only through phone calls and etc., because you were still wanted back in the USA. Looks like your fight for mankind was not good enough for them to forgive you and let you return to your birth country, yet you didn’t mind.
You had built a new life here with billy, having created your own small family, so you couldn’t be more grateful about it. All your pain and all the shit you went through, belonged to the past now.
As for Curtis, he didn’t mind bothering you and billy again. You had learnt that he was married now, but still kept on talking to ex-vets. You were glad though that he didn’t try to come after you at all.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt your husbands arms wrapping themselves around your waist while he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“what are you thinking about?” he finally asked you.
Sighing you whipped your wet hands in a towel and turned around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your rested your behind against the kitchen counter. He kept his own arms still around your waist.
“I was thinking about how grateful I am to have you and our babies in my life” you answered truthfully while pecking his lips.
“i didn’t do anything about it love, don’t know what you’re talking about. You went through all that pain while I quite enjoyed myself in the making.” He smirked and you playfully smacked his arm.
“are you horny mister russo?” you smirked back.
“how can I not be if I’m having you as my wife?” he winked at you as he leaned in and started kissing your neck.
“I’m sorry to break it to you honey…” you said while pushing him away “but it’ll take you months to put your pretty hands on me again” you bite you lower lip.
“what?! No love you can’t do this to me… I can’t stand a day not touching you” he cried out as he tried to touch you again but you avoided him.
“nah ah, you said it yourself, you didn’t do anything more than enjoying yourself while I was having the worst pan in my life honey, so now is time for pay back” you said turning around and resuming washing the dishes.
“babe come on—and how long will this torture last?” he asked sighing.
“until I go through that hell of a pain again and manage to break your hand” you giggled.
“wha—you know to get through this I have to fuck you ag—“ he cut himself of as he reached out to turn off the tap while turning you around so he could face you.
“y/n…” he started.
“yeaaahh…” you responded while trying to hide your smirk.
“are you…?” he said.
“am I what billy?” you giggled and suddenly his face expression went from a confused one to an excited one.
“baby…” he said while tearing up and you couldn’t help but squeal while wrapping your arms around his neck again.
“yeah” you breathed out.
“are you…” he didn’t finish as you nodded your head positively at him.
“oh my…” he breathed out as he picked you up in his arms and spin you around making you laugh from excitement.
“I love you so much y/n” he said as he put you on top of the counter “you don’t know how lucky I feel having you all to myself love. Thank you, thank you so much for being my wife” he said as a tear spilled from the corner of his eye.
“billy…” you sighed as you whipped his tear off “I love you too honey, never forget that, you are my whole world and I would do a=everything in my power for yours and our babies’ happiness” you finally said as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly while he placed his hands gently on your hips.
“thank you for sticking with me billy” you both laughed.
“thank you for tolerating me, my love” he said back as he kissed you again.
“told you I dreamed about out family billy, thank you for making my dreams come true” you hugged him.
“cannot believe that I’m holding you right now in my arms y/n” he said while kissing your hair softly.
“what can I say, I’m quite of a superhero, am I not?” you said and you both broke out laughing.
Summary; Y/n learns that there’s a way to bring Billy back.
warnings; violence, mentions of blood, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mature content, mature laguage
words; 1.2k
Five years later
“Morgan, Y/n, where are you?” you heard your father calling out yours and your little sisters name.
“In here” Morgan yelled back as you smiled softly at her.
It had been five years since half of the population vanished and since that day you had been living with your dad. When you finally found him due to the help of Captain Marvel, you felt a part of you healing automatically, while the other one was still missing Billy, your husband.
You had been so miserable when you lost him. That day you lost your whole world. Since then you’ve been diagnosed with depression and many more. Apparently, now, you had been leaving with your father, his wife- Pepper and their little daughter, that is your sister, Morgan.
That little girl became the daughter you would never had with Billy. You particularly raised her. You gave her all the love that you had left in your heart and you were always there to help Pepper out.
However, enough was enough and you couldn’t stand sitting there like nothing ever happened, doing nothing. The world had lost its hope. The Avengers were gone and whoever of them was left, had quit once and for all.
So, you were more than happy to welcome Steve Rogers, Natasha and that guy that you’d never seen before in your father’s house.
“Hey Y/n… how’re things going?” Natasha asked you while the others were inside talking about time travelling.
Crazy, isn’t it?
“Hi Nat, could have been better, I believe.” You admitted truthfully.
“Y/n, have faith in us, in you, we’re gonna bring everyone back. I promise you that.” She placed her hand on your shoulder.
“I don’t like thinking about him Nat, it hurts so fucking much.” You breathed out as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.
“I understand, I’m so sorry Y/n…” She hugged you.
When they finally left you went to talk with your dad.
“Yes sweetheart” he responded when you called out for him.
“I want to leave” you finally said.
“what? What do you mean?” he asked you shocked.
“I can’t stay here dad, when I’m learning that there might be a way to bring Billy back. I just… I can’t.” you broke down.
“Y/n I’ve risked everything to have you all here with me safe and sound. I can’t risk losing you, you all are my family, you are my first daughter y/n, I’m not leaving you go anywhere!” he yelled at you and you shot up from your chair.
“you’re only thinking about yourself, do you know how bad it hurts to miss someone and even more if you know that there’s hope and the people that are supposed to be helping you, are holding you back? Yes, you are my family, but Billy is too, he is my husband and I’m not losing hope on bringing him back. I’m going, whether you like it or not.” You said and left the kitchen.
A couple days later, your father finally joined you too and now you were with him, steve and scott in new York of 2012 to find the space stone, while bruce went to bring the time stone. Many things came up and steve and your dad had to go way back to get the space stone, but now you had to fight.
“promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if he worlds ending.”
You remembered Billy’s words to you from the day that he turned into dust.
Bruce had snapped his fingers and hopefully had reversed Thanos’ doings. However, you knew that nothing was over yet, you had a very bad feeling of what was to come. Suddenly, you everything darkened and in a matter of seconds the whole building had collapsed.
You tried to recover as soon as possible, but you had no idea where you were at that moment, so you tried to search for a trace of light and you found it. You climbed up the big rocks and made your way through a small gorge on top of it.
When you got out everything was destroyed, yet you tried to find your father.
“dad!” you yelled out once you saw him.
“y/n” he breathed out and run up to you, still in his iron man suit.
“I thought that you died” he said while he hugged you.
“I’m okay dad” you reassured him.
Suddenly, you saw multiple orange wholes opening and a whole army of everyone that had turned into dust appeared.
You had made it. You had brought everyone back. Billy was back!
After that a huge fight broke out between you all and Thanos’… things.
At the end you were exhausted, but you were still fighting. Blood was rolling down from your nose and you were feeling your insides burning, but you kept on fighting. A while later, you saw your father wearing Thanos’ infinity gauntlet with all the stones on it.
“no…” you whispered to yourself knowing what that was meaning.
And then snap.
Iron Man had snapped his fingers and slowly everyone from Thanos’ side was turning into dust. You quickly run up to your father where you saw Peter kneeled next to him crying.
When the others saw you the all took a step back and Peter got up looking at you sadly. You walked up to your father, finally, still feeling your body burning from the inside.
“dad…” you said weakly.
He slowly turned to you smiling. You were losing him.
“tell Billy I said hi” and with that he let out his last breath while you stayed there screaming above your dead father’s body as everybody was trying to pull you away.
“please… I need him…” you tried to breath.
“who do you need y/n?” steve asked while tryig to get you to stand up.
“my h-husdand…” you sobbed.
“I’ll get you to him, y/n… I promise…” he whispered into your ear.
And he did it.
Two days after your father’s funeral, you finally reached the island that you and Billy had fled to. You finally took a deep breath and opened the front door. When you walked in you were faced with silence and for a moment you thought that Billy hadn’t come back.
“y/n…” but there was he in all his glory.
You run up to him and hugged him squeezing him to death.
“where had you gone to y/n?” he asked you while still hugging you too.
“billy shut up and just kiss me” you said looking him in the eye, while tears were making their way onto you cheeks.
Billy wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer, before smashing his lips with yours.
For him it had been five days, but for you… for you it had been five years.
Now, you had the rest of your lives to make up for the lost time.
“I love you Billy.” You whispered while your lips were brushing against his.
“I love you too y/n.” he said and kissed you once again.
A/n; so i was thinking about finishing the series here, but then i had an incredible idea so please put your seatbelts onp.s. read the second a/n at the end ‘cause i don’t wanna spoil anything yet!!
Summary; Y/n receives a weird phone call.
warnings; fluff, angst, mature language, unedited work
words; 1.6k
Spring of 2018
It had been four months since you and Billy were finally leaving in peace, yet no upcoming pregnancy.
After that day on the beach and all the events that followed, you decided that you wanted to leave free for a little bit. Good thing that your ovulation was low and you didn’t actually got pregnant. Now, you were extremely happy that you could spend all the time that you wanted with your man.
You still kept in touch with your father and that’s how you know that he was intending to marry his- for so very long time- assistant- Pepper. You couldn’t be more happy about him. You knew that he loved her and you liked her very much too, so you wouldn’t mind calling her step- mother even though she was insisting on you calling her by her name, because she was saying that you wanted to be best friends- yes, she knew about you and Billy.
This morning your father called you again, to ask you if it’s okay with you to have another sibling. The first thing that came into your mind was that Pepper was probably pregnant, but no. He just told you that he had a dream that night that he and Pepper had a daughter called Morgan. You thought that was very sweet and of course you told him that you couldn’t be more excited about it.
However, he brought up the subject of having grandkids again, so you just rolled your eyes and told him that for the time being, you just wanted Billy all to yourself… he just called you ‘horny’ and that you need to calm your hormones down.
After you finished talking to him, you went in the kitchen to find your husband cooking. You approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his shoulder.
“Hello love…” He smiled down at you.
“Hi.” You blushed.
You couldn’t believe that after all these years, he still was able to make you blush without even trying.
“What are you cooking?” You asked him then.
“Your favorite, y/f/f.” He told you making you squeal and tighten your grip around his torso even more.
“I love you I love you I love you.” You giggled while standing on your toes and kissing his cheek multiple times making him giggle.
“You’re so cute.” He said while turning around, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you onto the kitchen island as placed himself between your legs.
“No! You’re cute.” You fired back laughing.
He laughed with you and brought your lips into a loving kiss, while having his hands gently placed on your waist drawing circles under your shirt. By the time, the kiss deepened and your guided your own hands around his neck, bringing him even closer, as he squeezed the flesh of your waist.
“I love you too sweetheart.” He smiled when he pulled away, but before you could say anything he attacked his lips onto yours once more, kissing you even more passionately this time.
The palm of his hand started going downwards and stopped when he had finally grabbed your ass, slapping it playfully making you yelp into the kiss. As the kiss started getting even more heated, you heard your phone ringing and pulled away with a groan.
“Weren’t you just talking with your father?” Billy asked frustrated.
You didn’t answer him, because you were taken aback with the caller ID. It was an unknown number calling from the USA. You immediately panicked thinking that somehow Homeland had found out about your whereabouts.
“What is it?” Billy asked more worried now.
“I… it’s from the States.” You finally said making Billy’s eyes go wide.
“Don’t answer it.” He told you making you look at him with a arched brow.
“Are fucking stupid Billy that I’m going to answer the freaking phone when someone calls me from the States as we are actually wanted criminals?” You said sarcastically.
“That sounds so hot when you say it.” He smirked.
“Shut up Bill.” You said and your phone finally stopped ringing making you let out a deep breath.
“Thank God…” You exclaimed, but sooner or later it started ringing again.
“Turn it off.” Billy instructed.
“Wha—”
“Turn it the fuck off, Y/n.” He repeated, but you didn’t move so he just grabbed your phone and pressed the off button.
“Ughh…” He sighed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.
“It’s okay, Billy, they won’t find us. I promise.” You said while stroking his hair.
“But what if they already did? Who was calling you Y/n?” He asked you concerned.
“I don’t know Billy, but I promise you that if someone will ever try to hurt yo—”
“Don’t you dare say that you’re gonna use your powers.” He cut you off.
“But—”
“No buts Y/n. You remember what happened last time. You don’t even know what I went through when you collapsed that day in my arms Y/n. It felt like I had just lost my whole world. I can’t get through that again, please.” He pleaded with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
You were speechless.
“Promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if the worlds ending.” He begged you.
“I promise you Billy, I won’t use my powers.” You finally said, kissing his forehead.
A few hours later, you had eaten your food and now you were both cuddled on the sofa while watching your favorite movie. Billy had literally spoiled you.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he saw your eyes closing.
“Hmm… just sleepy is all…” You said yawning.
“Time to take my Queen to bed then.” He said and got out of your arms before lifting you off the couch- bridal style- and leading you to your bedroom.
When he laid you down, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
“Please, lay with me.” You pleaded.
“Okay baby, just wait a second to go downstairs to turn off the lights.” He exclaimed softly as he kissed your forehead and left.
Several minutes later, Billy hadn’t come back yet. Suddenly, reality hits you and you thought that someone had captured him. Panicked and worried you shot up from the bed and grabbed one of Billy’s guns that he had on his nightstand, before making your way downstairs carefully.
When you reached the living room, the lights were still on and the TV was playing the movie that you were watching previously. As you started searching the house, you didn’t find any evidence that someone had broken in. When you entered the kitchen, you found silence, but you saw your phone on top of the counter where you had left it in the morning. A thought crossed your mind then that the caller had to do something with Billy’s disappearance.
So, with no Billy around you grabbed your phone and turned it on, deciding to call back whoever had called you in the morning.
After a few seconds someone picked it up.
“Yes…” You heard a familiar voice.
“Who is this” You finally asked.
“Y/n?” You heard the person saying your name.
“Yes, it’s me Y/n, now tell who the fuck are you and why did you call me!” You demanded.
“Y/n it’s me, Bruce, Bruce Banner.” He said making you gasp.
“What? Bruce?” You were so confused.
“Y/n I called you because something terrible happened. Thank God your still here.” He sighed.
“Bruce, what’s going on?” You asked worried as you made your way to the living room where the lights were still on, in hopes that Billy had reappeared in some kind of way.
“I was in some planet with Thor and Loki and then Thanos appeared and I came back to the Earth and Stephen was here, Stephen Strange and something bad had happened and we called your father, Tony and he came and then I wanted to call you too, but you weren’t answering your phone and then that thing appeared in the sky and those three weird people, God if I can even call them ‘people’, came and then there was a fight, and Peter and your dad and Stephen went into that spaceship which took of to space and then we went to Wakanda and then there was an even bigger fight an—”
“MY FATHER WENT TO WHERE?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING BRUCE?” You practically screamed into the phone.
“I’m so sorry Y/n…” Bruce said.
“You’re w—” You had started crying when you saw a shell of dust on the floor.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Bruce asked concerned due to your silence.
You looked at it confused and kneeled down to exam it.
“What happened next Bruce?” You asked him to continue as you were still curious about the tone of dust in your living room.
“You won’t like what’s next Y/n…” He warned you.
“Oh please my father is on space and my husband’s missing, what else could have gone wrong?” You said ironically.
“Billy’s missing?” He asked you worried.
“Yeah… and I don’t know what might’ve happened to him Bruce.” You said while trying to wipe your tears away.
“Y/n, when did Billy exactly disappear?” He said next.
“Like… thirty minutes ago, Bruce…” You sobbed.
“Y/n… 50% of the population of the Universe is gone…” He informed you and you choked on oxygen.
“What?!” You yelled.
“Thanos Y/n… he turned 50% of living species into dust.” He exclaimed and you felt like you lost the Earth from under your feet.
a/n*; i know that there’s a big timespan between the events of civil war and infinity war, but for the story’s needs it will be like 4-5 months difference
T/W: Spankings, fingering, a bit of degradation kink, and orgasm denial, a reference to male masturbation, no mention of aftercare. (This story ends sexually, not after the acts).
A/N: Trying to, yet again, get back into the swing of writing. Super rusty after I needed to take a break. I didn’t make this gif, I found it via google, so gif credit goes to the maker.
Word Count: 1,259
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Billy sat there and looked at you with his arms crossed. He has a stern and yet, amused facial expression. You have done nothing but push his buttons all day, and while Billy let you get away with it for a little while, in hopes that you would get it out of your system, it was starting to drag on. He knew he’d have to put you in your place, eventually. Billy cleared his throat loudly, and you spin around to look at him. You knew that look, he had enough, and this was it. Deep down, you probably wanted to be punished, and you probably wondered how far you’d have to go to get that.
Summary: You and Billy are happily married when tragedy strikes, jeopardizing your relationship and everything you two have built together. Can the two of you find your way back to each other or is the special bond you once shared broken forever?
You woke up in a state of panic, body clammy with sweat, heart pounding. It was the third bad dream you had in as many days, and something told you they weren’t going to end any time soon. During waking hours you could function properly, with work to distract you and your sheer determination to help propel you forward. But when you were asleep it was a free for all; your guilty conscience refused to be suppressed and manifested itself in horrible nightmares that were already taking a toll on you.
Rage and sadness were emotions that you always had difficulty navigating, but guilt - your mother had weaponized that particular emotion so much against you that you learned to wade through it and even master it. When someone tried to take you down, you retaliated hard, and you didn’t lose any sleep over it.
Until now.
Now, none of your coping techniques were working. Your actions weighed heavily on your mind. Because of you, Karen was going to find out the truth about Billy and Rawlins’ connection, about Cerberus. And when Karen discovered the truth, she’d tell Frank. Frank, who lost his military career because he’d stumbled onto the truth about Cerberus and wouldn’t stay silent about it. Frank, who had no idea that it was Billy who’d orchestrated the whole thing.
Anxiety rushed through you; you felt nauseated. Throwing your blanket aside, you ran to the bathroom and tried to throw up but all you did was heave nothing. Minutes later you stared at your reflection in the mirror, your face damp from washing. You couldn’t go on like this, not with this guilt eating away at you. Billy may have hurt you but you couldn’t live with yourself if you did the same to him. Maybe that made you weak or pathetic, but he was the man you loved, the love of your life, and you couldn’t bear it if something happened to him because of you.
You had to make things right, and you needed to do it as quickly as possible. It was the only way to ease your conscience and move on.
***
“There’s still four weeks left on your contract,” Curtis pointed out.
It wasn’t the right time to put your resignation in but it needed to be done. The longer you stayed at Anvil, the more you were forced to interact with Billy and that meant being in a state of constant emotional turmoil. Billy was Billy, he’d never stop pushing your buttons. Maybe if you’d resigned earlier you wouldn’t have set up Karen to find out about Billy’s deal with Rawlins. Maybe with some distance you would have been able to cope with Billy’s provocations – but close proximity to him, always fighting him and being on guard around him – it had messed you up and you made a foolish decision because of it. You couldn’t afford to let that happen again.
Voice steady, you stared blankly at Curtis. “I’m not leaving you guys in any kind of lurch. Anvil’s in a good place. There’s enough work in the pipeline for the next year. And anyway, Billy’s back.” You took a deep breath. “He’s as driven as he always was. This is the best time for me to leave.”
“You know he wants you here at Anvil. It’s been his dream for a long time.”
“He’ll get over it.”
Curtis regarded you closely. “The gala tonight, are you-”
“I’m still planning to attend. And I’d like to tell Billy and Frank myself tonight, if you don’t mind.”
“I’m gonna miss you, you know.”
You gave him a smile. “Maybe one day I’ll open up my own firm. You can come work for me then.”
He laughed. “I’m sure you’ll make me an offer I can’t refuse.”
“Ten percent more than what Billy pays you. You can hold me to that.”
Curtis’s hearty laugh was like a balm for your frayed soul, giving you temporary respite from everything that was troubling you.
***
You took a sip of your vodka martini, barely registering the taste. Normally you would spend the morning of the gala relaxing and prepping for the evening as schmoozing potential clients took a lot of energy on your part, but today had not been a typical day. First you handed in your resignation and then you spent the rest of the morning trying to delete the manufactured evidence you had planted for Karen to find. Like you weren’t already stressed enough, then you got the news that Karen had gone out of town unexpectedly. Every instinct in your body told you it had something to do with the lead you fabricated in Florida – and that meant working faster than Karen to make sure she found nothing when she reached there. By the time you were finally done you barely had any time to get ready for the gala, but you were here now.
You were wearing a vibrant yellow one-shoulder floor length satin gown, with a split that reached above your knees. While the gorgeous colour drew attention to your tanned skin and the cut made you feel sexy as hell, it was also comfortable, hiding areas that you were self-conscious about while flattering the best parts of you. You had contemplated going for an up-do but in the end decided to stick with the sharp bob you already had, paired with minimal jewelry and glowing makeup. The look was completed with a pair of fuchsia heels. All in all you felt confident, and would have normally looked forward to showing off but you were too worried about Karen to fully enjoy yourself.
You took a big sip of the martini, hoping some liquid courage would loosen you up and ease your anxieties.
“Hello.”
Hearing the familiar voice, you turned around to find Roger standing behind you at the bar. His salt and pepper hair was perfectly styled, the wrinkles around his eyes making him look more distinguished than before. Once upon a time you looked up to him as a mentor; now, that relationship no longer existed. “Hi, Roger.” Your greeting was cordial but not friendly, in line with your new dynamic.
“How are you?” he asked, leaning in closer to the bar so he could order a drink for himself. “It’s been a long time.”
“I’m fine. And you?”
He gave you a warm smile, which irritated you. Did he really think the two of you were on friendly terms after everything that happened?
“I’m great. I’m actually taking over as CEO of Valiant.”
You suspected he was trying to impress you but all that did was agitate you further. “Congratulations,” you replied noncommittally.
“I’ve heard a rumor your contract with Anvil will be coming to an end soon.”
You leveled him with a steely glance. “You know better than to listen to rumors, Roger.”
“And I normally don’t, but I have a vested interest in this particular one.”
Your gaze didn’t waiver from his face. “Why?”
“I’d like for you to join Valiant again.”
You burst out laughing. “Really?”
Roger’s smile stiffened. “I recognize there was unpleasantness-”
“Unpleasantness? You forced me to resign! After I worked my ass off for Valiant. Because of me, the east coast division brought in the highest revenue for three consecutive quarters. Clients came to us because of me,and my reputation, and all the work I did to upgrade our systems and company culture. But none of that mattered in the end, did it?”
“You cost us a pretty big contract, Y/N.”
There it was, the stupid fucking excuse Roger and the board used to get rid of you. Just the thought of it fired you up and made you rage – but you knew better than to lose your cool in front of others. Losing your temper in a professional setting was still a forgivable offence for men; for women, however, especially women of colour, the same behaviour was a career killer. So although every fiber in your body wanted to tell Roger to fuck off, you maintained a steady tone of voice and replied to him passively. “No, Roger. My incompetence didn’t cost us the contract. It was Bryan Howard, your friend, who did. He was the lead in the project-”
“It was your responsibility to manage him.”
“And how was I supposed to do that when you wouldn’t let me coach him or discipline him in any way?” Jaw clenched, you surveyed the room in an effort to calm yourself when you noticed Curtis and his date entering the ballroom. That meant Billy was here too. You turned your attention back on Roger, your mind suddenly very clear and focused. “Would you like to dance, Roger?”
His eyes widened, surprised by your invitation. Good. Exactly what you wanted. You set your empty glass down on the bar and followed behind him to the dance floor. Soon his arm encircled your back, your hand was linked with his and the two of you were slowly moving to the music.
“You’re the one who pushed for Bryan’s promotion,” you said quietly, meeting Roger’s gaze. “Even though I told you he wasn’t a good fit, that he was an arrogant prick and there were other qualified candidates who were far more deserving of that position. From day one I warned you he was going to cost us clients but you didn’t listen.”
Roger exhaled a resigned sigh, as if you were a petulant child that was wearing on his nerves. You resisted the urge to shove him away. “Can we put this behind us and talk about the future?”
Your eyes darted across the room, scanning the crowd for Billy. When you finally spotted him, your eyes met his and the world stopped. Your heart pounded in your chest, desire coursed through your veins. Dressed in a navy tuxedo that was tailored to his perfect physique, he looked absolutely stunning and every inch the man you fell so madly in love with. But what stood out more than his good looks was the anger on his face. Rage burned in his eyes, in the hard set of his jaw, in his piercing stare ready to obliterate you and Roger. You forced yourself to look away from Billy and meet Roger’s eyes again.
“My husband was in the hospital. I was burning the candle on both ends. Instead of offering me the support I asked for, you delegated my responsibilities to Bryan. And when it blew up in your face, like I predicted it would, you threw me to the wolves.”
“Your severance package was very generous.”
A bitter laugh escaped your throat. “Yes, it was. And I deserved every bit of it considering all that I did for Valiant. But the people I hired, they weren’t so lucky, were they?” It still infuriated you that all the effort you put into making the company more progressive, the women you hired and put in leadership positions because they were deserving of it, had all been dismantled by Roger and a new leadership team. After you left Valiant, a lot of the same employees reached out to you to complain about the new hostile work environment they had to face. “Tell me something. You saw how much Valiant thrived when we started making the company more inclusive. So why move backwards? Why get rid of the very people that made Valiant profitable?”
“That’s not what happened. At least that’s not how I see it.”
“No?” You smiled at him coldly. “Change your perspective then. Maybe that’ll turn things around. Heard you guys hasn’t been doing too well recently.”
His eyes narrowed, he didn’t like your barbed comment at all. “My word still means something in this industry, Y/N. I’d tread carefully. You wouldn’t want to find yourself in a situation where you were blackballed, would you?”
There was that cutthroat side of him you first witnessed when he threw you under the bus. You pulled away from him, standing still on the dance floor, instinctively stalking Billy across the ballroom. He was still watching you, angry and jealous. Ready to unleash violence at the slightest provocation. Your eyes shifted back to Roger, faking a friendly smile. “You’re right. Obviously I’ve had too much to drink. Sorry.” You leaned forward and gave Roger a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Have a great night.”
Your heart was hammering in your chest as you slid past Roger, swiftly cutting across the ballroom to make your way to the restroom down the hallway. With every step you took you felt Billy’s gaze hunting you, following your every move. He wouldn’t be appeased with simply watching you, not at all, not when you had purposely taunted him. Within seconds you sensed him tracking you, drawing closer, until he finally caught up with you and gripped your elbow from behind. Suddenly he was yanking you into an empty room and you found yourself trapped between the wall and Billy, with nothing to protect you from his outburst.
Adrenaline rushed through your blood, competing with the guilt that flooded over you. His accusing glance pierced you through to the core as he pressed up against you, crushing the structure of your dress. You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t meet his gaze, knowing how close he was to having his entire life thrown into a tailspin because of what you did.
“How long did it take you to fuck Roger?”
His voice was low, fully potent and menacing. A lion didn’t need to roar to provoke fear.
“How’s that any of your business?”
“Was it right after the accident? Or when I was in a fucking coma for months?”
“Maybe it was when you started fucking your therapist,” you fired back, shooting him a fiery glance. But the moment your eyes met his, you felt sick to your stomach again. Immediately you lowered your gaze and tried to push him away but he was stronger than you, gripping your wrists and holding them physically between your bodies.
“You told me you felt nothing for him.” The stark hurt in his voice reverberated with such anguish that it pained you just to listen to him. “From day one I knew he wanted you, I could see it. I told you, over and over again, but you said you felt nothing.” His resentment returned, fierce and righteous. “You lied to me!”
“So what? Who cares? There’s nothing left between us anyway. Whatever we had was ruined a long time ago.” Your heart was breaking. “You need to move on, Billy. Like I have.”
A cruel sneer marked his lips. “You’ve moved on? That’s fucking bullshit.” His arms maneuvered yours against the wall, trapping them above your head. He glowered with rage, with passion, holding you hostage not just physically but also emotionally. Your body flush against his, your gleaming eyes reluctantly met his onyx ones. “We can’t move on from each other.” He eased his grip, his hands trailing down your arms, long, lean fingers playing havoc on your skin and senses. “I won’t let you.”
Voice filled with longing, making you ache for him, his finger swiped the lone tear from your face and all you could think about was his erection pushing on you, how good it felt to have him touch you again, how tired you were of fighting him.
His mouth closed over yours in a demanding kiss, and every bit of your resolve melted instantly. You just wanted to feel normal again, without worrying, without any guilt, and his voracious lips sucking on your tongue made you feel just that. Like nothing else mattered except you and him. As he devoured you, your hands aggressively made their way down to the zipper of his trousers. His erection was stiff against your waist, taunting you. You desperately needed to touch him, feel him; you couldn’t think of anything but his cock.
You two pulled at each other without rhyme or reason. There was no softness in how he reached below your dress to yank down your thong, mimicking your frantic movements while you undressed his cock and wrapped your fingers around him. You missed him, you missed him so fucking much. How he perfectly fit in your hands, how smooth and beautiful his cock was, made for your mouth, your hand, your cunt. Slick with pre-cum as you pumped him, you wanted to suck him off but there was no time – you were soaking wet as he thrust his fingers inside you to see if you were ready for him. Of course you were ready. He was your husband and it’d been too long since you fucked him.
When he lifted you off your feet and positioned himself against you, you closed your eyes. You wanted to breathe him in, to soak up this moment and get lost in every second of his close proximity – but that’s not what he wanted, he never did. He needed you present, engaged, connected to him in every fucking way.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
You opened your eyes, a harsh breath escaping your lungs as he finally thrust inside you. It was heaven. It was hell. The emptiness in your soul finally replenished because he was in you, exactly where he belonged. The nexus between you and him stronger than ever.
He pulsed inside you rough and fast, a guttural groan ripped from his lungs as you clung to him with equal violence. The freckle right below his eye, the crinkling of his nose as he fucked you harder and harder, the scars on his face, his open mouth as he drew in for a kiss – you memorized every tiny detail to etch the images into your brain. “Billy…” you moaned, the storm in you growing. You were accelerating towards the edge, your senses on overdrive, your body taut and greedy with his fingers continuing their erotic assault on your clit, in sync with his cock pounding into you.
And then your climax hit, unexpected yet also something you were keenly anticipating, and it knocked every breath out of you. Billy wasn’t done, not yet, grasping you in his arms while your body navigated through its own pleasure path, until he reached his peak seconds later and shuddered inside you.
For a long time you and him stood tangled in each other’s arms, your hearts slowly returning to normal speed, clothes slick with sweat. Your weight must have been heavy but he had you balanced deftly on his knee, his head nestled in the crook of your neck. You felt his cum between your legs, knowing you’d have to clean yourself up soon before returning to the ballroom but a part of you didn’t want to. You wanted to hold on to every part of him for just a little longer.
When he finally retreated from you and settled you back on your feet, your heart yearned with disappointment. He righted his clothes and you did the same. He knew every inch of your body, what you wanted, how you wanted it. Your brains were melded together, and maybe that’s why he didn’t rip your dress or why you didn’t tear his tuxedo. After all, you both needed to return to the gala.
“This doesn’t get your fucking boyfriend off the hook.” Hurt still languished in Billy’s voice as he confronted you again. “I told you a long time ago if anyone ever touches you, I would break them down bone by bone.”
The lump in your throat was difficult to swallow. You contemplated sticking to your lie but you didn’t want to. Not after the two of you just had sex and you were already struggling with a mountain of guilt for ruining his life. “There’s nothing going on between Roger and me.”
“What?”
Casting him a quick glance, you found him staring at you intently. Hope flickered on his face. You quickly looked away, focusing your attention back on smoothing your dress down. “You heard me. I’ve never fucked Roger, and I never will.”
“The fucker wants you. He was pawing you-”
“He was threatening me,” you interjected, exasperated.
Billy stilled, the air suddenly charged with tension. “He was what?”
You met his gaze. “Things happened at Valiant after your accident-”
“I know. Some fucking moron messed up big and you got stuck with the blame.”
“How do you know about that?”
He shot you a look of disbelief. “You think I wouldn’t try to find out everything about you that I missed? You’re my fucking wife!”
“Not anymore, I’m not.”
His lips pursed into a thin line. “Always. You’re mine, I’m yours.”
That may have been true before, but the two of you had done terrible things to each other. There was no coming back from that.
“Why did the prick threaten you?”
Snapping back to reality, you shrugged your shoulders. “I reminded him Valiant hasn’t been doing well since they got rid me of and the people I hired. He didn’t like that very much.”
“He was a fucking idiot for letting you go.” He straightened his bow tie, running his other hand through his hair. “But now you’re exactly where you belong. With me at Anvil.”
“I put in my resignation today, Billy.” A hesitant sigh escaped your lips. “Next Friday is my last day.”
His face twisted up with anger, with resentment, he looked like he wanted to yell at you one moment, break down the next. “Fuck you!” he bit out finally, hostility vibrating off of him as he stormed towards the door and slammed it behind him.
You remained in place, stomach trembling, heart aching, wishing you could go back to forgetting everything again.
***
An hour later you were conversing with a potential client who worked for the government and in need of a security firm for training purposes. You had spent half an hour explaining a lot of the nitty-gritty details that he hadn’t considered, and he was eager to meet to discuss things further. Throughout the conversation your eyes scanned the ballroom for Billy. He was nowhere to be found, even though you spotted Frank and Curtis mulling around the crowd separately. While Curtis looked like he fit right in, that definitely wasn’t the case with Frank. He appeared downright miserable in his tux.
“I don’t want to monopolize any more of your time tonight. Why don’t we talk on Monday?” You offered with a smile.
“Looking forward to it,” he replied.
You quickly strode past the group and made your way to Frank. He was at the bar, getting himself a beer when you sidled up next to him. “Hey, handsome.”
He turned towards you. “You’ve been making the rounds.”
“Comes with the job, you know.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “This is the part I suck at.”
“But you look so good doing it,” you teased.
He pulled at his bowtie, obviously not liking the tight fit. “I feel ridiculous.”
“Stop messing around with that!” You smacked his hand. “You look great.”
“I look like a fucking penguin.”
“A very handsome penguin,” you offered. “Want to dance?”
Frank grinned. “Two left feet. Trust me, you don’t wanna see that on the dance floor. Besides, don’t want Bill to come kick my ass for making moves on his girl.”
Your smile stiffened. “I’m not his girl any more.”
“Semantics. Don’t think he gives a shit about that.”
A waiter passed by with a tray of filled champagne flutes and you quickly grabbed a glass. “You should know, I already told Curtis, that next week’s going to be my last at Anvil.”
Frank regarded you intently. “You givin’ up on us?”
You took a sip of your champagne. “Billy’s back, he’s running things again, you guys don’t need me anymore.”
“Does Bill know about this?”
You nodded. “I told him.”
“Is that why he stormed outta here?”
You shrugged.
“Anvil’s something special, you know? It’s always been his dream, he busted his ass for it. But I think he’d give it all up to be with you.”
Agitated, you downed your drink. “Frank, enough. You need to stop. Billy and I are over. It doesn’t matter how much he wants to get back together again, it doesn’t erase all the shit he pulled.”
“The man wasn’t himself-”
“But the pain he caused was very real, and it was devastating.” You inhaled a deep breath. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to see him everyday? Imagine if you and Maria had to work together right after the divorce.”
He paused. “That would’ve sucked.”
“Exactly.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I need time away from him, to get my head back to normal, to move on. If he keeps coming after me the way he is, I’m scared about what I’ll do, the person I’ll become-” You caught yourself, realizing you already said too much. This wasn’t like you, not at all. You always had your emotions on lockdown, the mask you put on for the world never wavering – but purposely hurting Billy had shifted your inner equilibrium.
“I’m sorry,” Frank interjected, regret laced in his voice. “I mean it. I’m real sorry. He’s my brother, he’s family to me. So when I see him miserable, I-“ He shook his head. “But you’re family too. Whatever happens between the two of you, that’s not gonna change. You got my word on that.”
“He’s lucky to have you in his life.” Guilt flooded over you again, knowing your actions may have started a chain reaction that could permanently damage Billy’s friendship with Frank. “I…” You hesitated, your stomach twisted into knots. “I hope that never changes.”
He reached out to squeeze your shoulder, an affectionate gesture that only made you feel worse.
***
It was almost one in the morning when you returned home. Your feet were throbbing and you were absolutely exhausted from networking the entire evening. It also didn’t help that Billy disappeared for rest of the night and you couldn’t stop worrying about him. Sighing, you threw off your heels and walked barefoot to the kitchen. You were pouring yourself a glass of water when you heard the main door slam. Your body tensed immediately, knowing that it could only be Billy in there with you.
Drawing a deep breath, you turned around to find him standing a few feet away. His hair was ruffled, few lone strands falling over his beautiful face. Although still dressed in his tux, his jacket was unbuttoned. The bowtie was gone, the first two buttons on his jacket undone. There was an erratic intensity to his eyes, setting all your nerves on alert. “What did you do, Billy?”
Gaze steady, he drew closer. Silent. Volatile. Terrifying you.
You moved towards him, voice trembling with anxiety. “Did you kill Roger?”
“No, that would be too fucking easy.”
Mere inches separated you from him, your heart slamming in your chest as his molten eyes wandered over your face. His breath hummed against your skin, smelling faintly of bourbon. The breath seemed to rush out of your lungs as his fingers teased your hair, his sight assaulting you in the same manner.
His voice was smooth as velvet, a soft, seductive murmur. “I broke his jaw. Because he fucking threatened you with his mouth. Then I broke all his fingers, because he touched you.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but there were no words. It’s like you were in a trance.
“What?” He traced the contour of your mouth with his fingers, his dark eyes fixated on them. “You gonna lecture me now? Tell me that I’m a sick bastard?”
Fear turned to passion, your blood swirling with it. “Can they trace it back to you?”
He smiled. A cocky smile that did things to your body, made your pussy clench with want and need and everything you shouldn’t be feeling. Caught in a spiral of sex and lust, you reached up to kiss him.
A/N - Just a reminder to my dear readers - this couple has never been represented as a healthy couple, because they’re not. I realize they’re toxic and extreme, because that’s exactly what I’m writing. If it messes with the boundaries you’ve set for yourself, please be kind to yourself and stop reading. You should always look out for yourself first and foremost!
Thank you for reading, as always. Would love to read your thoughts if you’re so inclined :)
In your room, there’s a walk-in closet full of clothes, stocked with everything in your size, and in your style and you suspect that Billy must have hired someone you’ve worked with before to put this all together.
There are some pieces that you know are his choice though, things too skimpy for you to be comfortable wearing, and as you sift through the closet, your eyes land on one such piece.
It’s a bikini, as if you’d be caught dead in public with that on…. except that you weren’t in public, and maybe you could afford to try it out once.
It’s got a cute pattern, but it’s mostly strings, you curse several times getting it on, and then spend the rest of time hiding from yourself in the mirror.
You find a pretty sheer robe that you throw over, and then you’re heading down to the beach.
There’s two beach chairs sitting under an umbrella, and you don’t hesitate to occupy the softest one.
You haven’t seen Billy since you left him this morning, but you assumed he was in the kitchen eating breakfast.
The knowledge that you’re alone makes you more and more comfortable by the moment, until you’re shrugging the robe off your body so that you can relax near the ocean.
The sounds of waves breaking calms you, until you’re rolling onto your stomach for a quick nap.
~
You hear the quiet crunch of his footsteps as he approaches, and you raise your head when he gets near.
“Brought you a drink and some fruit. You didn’t have breakfast.” He says in explanation.
You smile up at him, rolling onto your back and accepting the small wooden tray of things.
He takes the seat beside you, looking over at you every now and then.
“Are you okay?” You ask easily, popping a grape into your mouth.
“Yes. You look nice.”
You smile at him in thanks.
When you’re done with the fruit, he fishes a tube of something from his pockets.
“Want me to put some sunscreen on you?” He offers, and you nod, rolling onto your back in invitation.
He settles closer, and you feel your body shiver as his hands touch your back for the first time. The sunscreen is cold, and you sigh blissfully as it soothes your warm skin briefly.
He works slowly, rubbing circles into your back and shoulders and working his way down.
He then goes down to your ankles and begins moving upwards.
At your thighs, he hesitates, and you give him permission to proceed.
You’re absolutely wet, and you hope the material is dark enough to hide any sort of arousal from his eyes.
His hands smooth over the globes of your ass too, working the product into every inch of visible skin.
“Turn over.” He says in a low voice, and you oblige.
He massages his hands into your shins, to the tops of your thighs and over your stomach. He remains quiet the entire time, and then pauses under your breasts again, waiting for permission.
You peek an eye open and smile up at him.
“Want me to do the rest?” You ask.
He blinks.
“N-no I can-” He replies, moving his hands up.
And he does, smoothing up your arms and over your chest, the heel of his hands brush against your stiff nipples covered by the small triangles of your top as he finishes and you don’t think the move is intentional.
He stands up, and when you realise he’s leaving, you raise your head.
“Where’re you going?” You ask curiously.
“To rub one out. I’ll see you later.”
“U-uhhhh…. okay?” Is all you can say, eyes locked on his receding form.
~
It takes you a moment, settling into your seat before you smile.
~
And five minutes later you sit up with devious intentions.
If, hypothetically speaking, you were the cause of his need to ‘rub one out’ as he’d so aptly put it, then it’s quite possible that he may still be staring at the spot you were sitting in.
In the worst case scenario, maybe he wasn’t looking, maybe running his hands all over your body wasn’t the cause of his desire.
But in the best case…
It’s what makes you step out from under the umbrella with a stretch. You don’t dare look back in case he’s watching, but you were now protected from the sun and a nice little stroll around the beach wouldn’t be so bad.
The area is windy, and though the sun scorches the sand, the wind keeps you cool and comfortable.
You look out at the sea, standing as close to the house as possible, making sure there’s no one passing by when you reach for the strings at the back of your suit.
One precise tug, and the front falls free, shedding your top piece and tossing it into the sand.
You think about Billy, somewhere on the ground floor looking out at you.
Maybe his hand had already pushed his pants and boxers down to a comfortable level, and he’s fisting himself- his other hand hot on the cool glass as he looks down at you.
You reach for the strings on the bottom piece. Imagining him moaning your name, aching for a touch of what he had before as you let your bottoms fall to the sand.
You’ve never swam naked before, but you feel so free. If he’s not looking, then no one is, and you get to take a dip in the cerulean ocean without any clothes on.
~
Billy is transfixed.
He’d glanced down at you earlier from his spot in the kitchen and seen a peek of your legs from under the umbrella.
His heart had hammered in his chest as he took some fruits down to you, unable to stop looking at your beautiful form.
When he’d picked out the suit, against your stylist’s recommendations, he didn’t think you’d put it on. He’d thought, just in case, maybe if you felt like it. He never expected to see it wrapped around you so soon.
And wrapped around you it was.
Jesus, it was mostly strings.
He could see the outline of your nipples, watched the way they hardened when a drop of cold condensation hit your chest.
God, he was starting to get uncomfortably hard.
At which point, he’d offered to rub sunscreen on your skin.
You were warm under his palms, your skin soft and beautiful.
He wanted to lick every inch his hands touched.
Your ass was sublime, and he was fighting the urge to spank you, watch the flesh shake under his force, the ways it would shake as he pounded into you from behind.
Your front was a torment too. The outline of your pussy against the fabric, trying not to let his eyes linger for too long in case you looked at him and saw him creeping.
He wondered how visible his erection was. He left as soon as he could with an honest answer.
Ambled back to the lounge area outside your bedrooms so that he could look at you from a safe distance away.
He was trying to give you space, to forgive him. He wanted to be forgiven so badly.
But you were a seductive vixen and he was only a man.
Pushing his pants just low enough, reaching into his boxers he pulls his cock out and begins stroking himself.
The windows are one way, he knows you wouldn’t see him even if you looked back.
One hand against the glass, the other working his cock as he watches you stand and go for a small walk.
God, he could just bend you over, tug that little piece of fabric to the side and be inside you in seconds. You’d be so surprised, so tight, wait, he’d probably have to open you up first.
Laying you out on the beach chair, pulling the strings from your body, pushing your legs up to your chest and licking at your sweet cunt.
He moans, he’s missed the taste, can hardly remember it.
You’d whimper so sweetly, maybe try to fight him off because you liked to play so much.
You’d beg him for more eventually-
Billy’s brain short circuits when the top falls from your body, and then a few moments later he has an uninhibited view of your ass.
His hand hits the glass, he leans forward, his breath misting on the cool surface.
He begs you to turn around but you don’t, gliding into the water and swimming a little. He gets a peek of your breasts as you float and he’s on the brink of orgasm.
He’d fuck you in the water if you wanted, or kiss you on the sand instead, with your hands in his hair and his tongue in your mouth and your breasts in his hands and you’d whimper for him to be inside you and he’d take you back to his room and come so deep inside you that-
Billy grunts loudly as he comes, trying his best to catch his spend in his hands and not leave a drop behind. It seeps from his fist and he’s forced to wipe it on his boxers. His forehead on the cool glass as he pants your name, the fog from his breath blurring his view of you.
It’s so messy, and he feels so vulnerable looking out at you craving you in a way he barely understands.
~
It was like he was fifteen again, exploring himself for the first time and he couldn’t get enough of it. Every little thing you did gave him a raging erection that would not go away until sated.
Like right now, he’d excused himself from dinner, after they’d worked so hard to prepare it, he wasn’t hungry for food as he was for the taste of your skin in his mouth.
He had the flesh of his palm secured between his teeth- muffling his moans while he fucked his fist in the bathroom.
Why? You had only wanted to wear some of the prettier clothes in your closet. Showing up to dinner in a black sequined dress that glimmered when you moved, catching on the light, framing your skin.
It was torture. To have purged you from his life for two years, and then be thrust back into your presence. He was only human, he could only take so much.
You confidence was arousing. Your sarcasm was his undoing. Your smile was the heat searing his skin and in your eyes was his salvation.
He craved, like he’d never craved before.
But he wouldn’t be the first to give in, he couldn’t, not after the way he’d hurt you. So he’d settle for this, sneaking off at any available moment to wring pleasure from himself that you could probably wring from him with just a kiss.
The very reminder of your mouth had him coming in his hand.
Like he was fifteen all over again.
~
“Are you alright?” You ask when he returns to the dinner table.
He looks flushed, perhaps angry, but there’s a calmness to him that wasn’t there when he’d excused himself ten minutes ago.
Warnings: Nothing much, just some plot , sex talks.
~
“I wonder if I could take back every ‘I love you’ ever said to you, would I do it?”
-Faraaz Kazi
~
The house is quiet.
Too quiet.
Was that ringing always there? You think you can hear the quiet thump of your heart.
Each breath echoes in the room and you sit up, looking over at the little clock on the bedside, 2am.
Back home, the muffled sounds of the city could lull you to sleep so easily. Here, you could hear every move you made.
You wonder if Billy is struggling to sleep. No, he was trained to sleep anywhere, using rocks as pillows and drawing warmth from the hot earth.
You step out of bed quietly, moving to the door that joined your rooms together. He told you it was just for emergencies, in case he needed to get to you quickly. You hadn’t considered that you’d be using it first.
The door opens quietly, and you step into the room. You can see his bare back on the bed, the sheets wrapped around his hips, one arm curled around the pillow by his head.
You think about waking him, eventually calling his name quietly, knowing that sneaking into an ex-marine’s bed in the middle of the night was probably a bad idea.
He raises his head, eyes half open when he turns to look at you.
He calls your name in curiosity.
“Can I sleep next to you? It’s too quiet.”
He nods, pulling back the covers and you get in easily, getting comfortable.
“No cuddling.” You whisper to him as he looks at you settle.
“Okay.” He murmurs, returning to his original position.
You scooch a little closer, so that you can hear his slow breaths. You think you can almost feel the heat of his skin, pulling you in like a magnet, but you convince yourself it’s in your head, that you can’t feel the warmth of his body from so far away.
You fall asleep to the sound of his breathing, the sound of his relaxation having an effect on you.
~
The longer you stay in his presence, the more you ache to touch him, but everything is so spacious, and you’re the only two people on the island, and the only time you can touch him is when he’s giving you something.
Which means your favourite time is preparing meals with him, because he’s constantly giving things to you, vegetables to chop, utensils, ingredients and he’s always so close.
He ties your stomach into knots, all you want to do is touch him and never stop.
The worst thing is that he’s respectful.
Ever since you extended your hand to him and offered to be friends, he’s done nothing to make you doubt his easy friendship.
The banter has been turned up, the kissing has been turned down and it’s a good start to an enjoyable friendship.
You know that being friends with him isn’t sustainable though, as you watch him sizzle mouthwatering steaks on the stove, laughing when you tell him that he isn’t using enough rosemary and he rolls his eyes and picks up another stem from the little pile beside him, you know, loving him is inevitable.
You just have to figure out how to forgive him for hurting you.
“Have you, um, been with anyone since me?” You ask him during dinner. He looks up with surprise on his face.
“I tried,” he admits, “When I found out you and Ward were together. There was this Homeland agent I was working alongside to take down some people, we got a little drunk one night, but… it ended quickly.”
“Something happened?” You prompt, when he doesn’t elaborate.
He looks down at his beer and you think he might be blushing.
“I uh, said your name, when I was inside her, and-” he lets out a little laugh, “-really killed the mood, you know?”
You smile at him in sympathy, taking a bite of your food.
“What about you? I know about Karen, anyone else?”
You choke.
“You know about Karen?” You say, eyes watering as you try to catch your breath.
He chuckles, rubbing your back.
“Yeah, about a week after me, right? She indirectly mentioned it when I asked her how you two met.”
You give him and apologetic smile, “So yeah, Karen, and…. a brief….test with Ward.”
Billy’s hand tightens on the beer bottle.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” You smile.
“What… what kind of test?” He asks.
You think telling him now will be much easier than having him find out later.
“We, wanted to see how well we worked together, figure out how… easy the marriage could be. We… kissed, I- I gave him a- yeah, and that’s pretty much it.”
He blinks looking at you, a tilt of his head.
“That’s it?” He asks, looking perplexed.
“Yeah, I guess he has all the information he needed, because he asked me to marry him a week later.”
Billy looks like he wants to ask something more and you try to distract him by grabbing your plates and dropping them off in the sink.
~
“So, wait,” he says, turning to you a little later as you both sit and look out at the beach from the verandah, your second glass of wine in hand and your head feeling fuzzy.
You turn to him as dramatically as he turns to you.
“You gave him a blowjob? That’s it? He didn’t go down on you in return?”
You hum.
“Well, he said he didn’t like doing it, a personal preference.”
“Bullshit,” Billy spits, “Did you even come?”
“Yeah, a bit, on his fingers.”
“A bit? What do you mean a bit?”
You finish your second glass laughing.
“It was- well his rhythm was too fast and I couldn’t focus so I… faked it, but it felt okay, a good okay.”
You thought Billy would look pleased at that, but instead he just looks angrier.
“So, let’s just see if I understand this, you go down on him, he doesn’t return the favour, he doesn’t make you come, and you were going to marry him?”
“Not much of a choice, Bill, plus, some men don’t like going down on women, that’s okay, and I was too wound up to actually have an orgasm, worried about how I looked and all of that. It’s not that big a deal.”
Billy shakes his head.
“Can I confess something to you, Y/N? As a friend?”
You nod, eyeing him curiously as he leans forward.
“You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. A delicious, little pussy that deserves to be kissed at every opportunity. The fact that you almost accepted a life that would have given you none of that? Makes me angrier than I can say. I’m glad you didn’t marry him.”
You couldn’t form a coherent thought.
“Uhhhh….”
He leans back, taking a casual sip of his beer, a shrug of his shoulder.
“Just the truth, no need to respond. Should we go for a walk on the beach?”
~
You couldn’t stop thinking about his words, so much so that your brain conjures up a vivid memory later that night.
His mouth, sealed to your pussy, his arms wrapped around your thighs- locking you in place.
“You stay where I put you, sweetness.” He says to you.
Hair askew, breathing shallow, his tongue working wonders on your sweetest of spots.
“Billy…” you sigh.
Your toes curling, hands clenching into fists and you’re almost… almost…
You wake up before you hit that peak, opening your eyes to find the subject of your dream facing you, still sound asleep.
You pull in a slow breath, desperate not to wake him. He’d take one look at you and know.
His face is so close, you could lean forward and kiss him, your eyes drifting to his mouth, pink and welcoming and you wonder how soft.
It would be so easy, leaning forward pressing your lips to his just like he’d done twice before. Maybe he’d wake up, his fingers would be firm behind your neck holding you in place when you try to pull away, laughing into your mouth in that excited sleepy way that he does. He’d trace your skin, pulling you closer and maybe he’d make your dreams come true.
You squeeze your eyes shut. Thinking about him, you can almost forget the harsh way he looked when he told you he wasn’t interested in you anymore.
Almost.
But not entirely.
You sit up, taking the quick route to your room and shutting the door quietly behind you, leaving him behind.
.
.
.
.
A/N: Yes, reader and Karen had sex… and then they became friends… and then Karen starts dating Frank.
You go down to the ground floor, marching angrily or as angrily as the dress will allow.
Billy Russo was the bane of your existence. A man you once loved more than anything else and breaking up with him had hurt you so much.
You’d spent days in bed crying, eventually wiping your eyes and throwing everything of his out.
He’d asked you to swing by his office, and you’d gladly done so, never giving you any reason to think that he wanted to end things, that he no longer felt the same way about you that he did at first. Which was crazy to hear, because everything was so good with him. Billy had been your best friend, the love of your life. But you hadn’t been his.
“I’m just not interested in you like that anymore.” He’d said.
You’d spluttered in confusion, barely able to form a sentence.
“Do I have to spell it out for you? I never want to see you again.”
He’d left you, scraping at the broken pieces of your heart.
And now?
He claimed to love you again?
Ridiculous.
You might have been weird, and a little bit of a ditz sometimes, but you knew when you were being played.
And you wouldn’t let Billy play you ever again.
You keep walking, past the pool and into the grass. Your heels sink into the dirt a little, and your dress drags in the grass but you’re filled with too much anger and spite to stop and think.
You don’t stop at the tree line, stepping in and moving over fallen logs and thick brushes. The area is hot and humid and you begin to feel like you’re melting.
It’s what finally makes you stop your angry internal rant- the heat and the weight of the dress finally getting too uncomfortable for you.
You swipe the back of your hand over your forehead, suddenly distracted by the sound of water nearby.
You follow the sound- to find a beautiful little lake. There’s a small pile of rocks at the far end, with water pouring through the top and cascading down. You notice that the lake is lined with neat rocks and realise that it’s a man made structure, designed to look natural.
It’s beautiful and you ache for a swim.
You begin tearing at your dress, tugging the laces at the back free and taking your time with the troublesome zipper.
“Oh fuck this fucking-” You curse at the dress and the designer and the mother-in-law you’ll never have for putting you in it.
You actually have to slip out from under it. Bending your knees and sliding to the bottom and crawling out through the skirts. You’re not surprised that the dress can manage to stand on it’s own for a moment before collapsing into a heap of white.
If you’re uncomfortable about being in your bridal lingerie in the middle of the little forest, you try not to let it get to you. You and Billy were most likely the only two people on the island anyway.
You shed your stockings and garter, and then you slip into the cold water.
It’s a little too cold at first, and you hiss in surprise and delight at the feeling.
It feels so good, after the day you’ve had, putting your face and hair into the water and just letting yourself go.
The water weighs your hair down, and you take your time, pulling the pins out and placing them on the water’s edge.
It’s so peaceful, it relaxes you so much and you begin to feel truly at ease for the first time in a long time.
You know Frank was the best of the best at protecting people, and if he was looking after your parents, you knew they were in the safest hands possible.
So, though you were worried, you knew they’d be okay.
You’re floating in peace, sounds of rippling water in your ear, and your hair reaching out in every direction around your shoulders.
You didn’t know how to feel about Billy, so you try not to think about it, to ignore the conflicting emotions, the acknowledgement that he’s the one that got you both in, and out of these messes.
Instead, you focus on where you are, focusing only on what you can see, smell, hear and feel, paying attention to everything and nothing all at once.
In your peripherals, something moves, and you raise your head and sink your feet to see Billy approaching swiftly.
He’s got a look of determination set on his face, and you worry for a moment that something might have happened.
“You have, every right to be angry at me,” he starts, pausing at the edge of the pond and looking down at you as you tread water easily. “Every reason to hate me, I hurt you in unimaginable ways, I put you and your parents in danger, and I wasn’t very tactile in getting you here.”
You don’t say a word, your eyebrow raises curiously.
“But thinking that I don’t love you? Is absolutely insane… and as I stood up there just now trying to figure out why you would doubt me, I realise that you don’t have the full story.”
He looks agitated, you’ve never seen him this worked up before, moving back and forth, unable to look at you.
“Two years ago, I was neck deep in shady shit. I was smuggling guns and ammo into the city by the container. Selling it to the highest bigger. I put guns on those streets, and I told myself that someone else would be doing it even if I wasn’t.”
He stops for a breath.
“And then I met you, and it’s like my life exploded. I didn’t even wantto love you that much- it- it just happened.”
He finally looks at you, but it feels like he’s not seeing you, but rather remembering the past.
“One day I had the terrifying thought that the guns I put out there could be the same ones that kill you and I wanted to die.”
“But, getting out wasn’t easy, and it meant I had to piss off the worst fuckers in New York to do it.”
His eyebrows are drawn together, he begins pacing again, so agitated and all you want to do is calm him down.
“Breaking up with you had to look legit, I was under a microscope, and one wrong move could get you killed. I couldn’t let what happened to Maria happen to you. So I ended things, but I never stopped loving you, not for a second since we met, not even a little bit less after two years apart…. You have my whole world in your smile and my foolish heart in your hands.”
He finally stops. Turning to you, waiting on a response that you haven’t come up with yet.
“Okay.” You say, still deep in thought.
He huffs.
“Okay? That’s all you have to say? Okay?”
You break into a smile, at his irritated demeanour.
“Well, what do you want me to say? I’m still processing… I thought you didn’t like me anymore, I believed that for two years. Why didn’t you trust me to tell me? We could have figured something out.”
You begin swimming to the edge where he stands.
“If they thought for a second that I was still in love with you, you’d have been dead before I could blink. I didn’t know where my next attack could come from, and I wasn’t as established and protected as I wanted to be. I couldn’t keep you safe then.”
“Okay… But it still hurt so much. You still ripped my heart out and almost killed me yourself.”
He looks pained.
“I’m so sorry. I wished there was another way.”
You sigh.
“I guess it’s too late now to figure one out.” You say, pushing yourself out of the water, taking his hand when he offers it to help you up.
“I can’t forgive you just yet, I’m still thinking about whether you deserve it or not, but… I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
You extend your hand to him, a peace offering.
“Friends?”
He lets out an unsteady laugh.
“Sure, friends.” He says giving your hand a shake.
The silence is long at you look at each other with this new label settling between you.
“As a friend I have to tell you I can’t focus on anything with you looking like that.” He then admits.
You look down at the white lacy lingerie, clinging to your skin and leaving nothing to the imagination.
You turn to look at the dress, debating whether to put it back on, stomach twisting at the thought.
“Here-” he says, tugging his grey shirt off and offering it to you. You smile, accepting it easily, eyes skimming over his chest.
“Come on, I’ll carry you back since those shoes are impractical.”
He does, lifting you onto his back and you cling to his bare skin as best as possible.
When he leans to grab the white dress, you mumble in protest.
“Leave it.” You say, “It’s not like I’m going to use it again anyway.”
He doesn’t comment, beginning the short trek back to the house, leaving the pile of white fabric behind to be reclaimed by nature.
Billy being respectful and not touching beyond the friendship boundary gives me very much ‘I want you in any capacity I can get’ vibes and I’m here for it
Karen??????? Oh wow - I love how casually Billy mentions that too
I agree with Billy - I’m very glad she didn’t marry Ward
“You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. A delicious, little pussy that deserves to be kissed at every opportunity.” Excuse me???? And then he’s just like ‘oh let’s go for a walk on the beach’ - yes of course Billy that’s exactly what I want
I’m living for the desperation and longing which is making the title very accurate
“Hang on a second.” Billy says, his voice clear as he stands from his chair at the back of the small church and makes his way towards the front where you’re standing at the altar. “So, Sophie may be mine, but she may be Matt or Frank’s?”
You nod, holding your head high as Billy stands in front of you.
“Yeah that’s right, and you needn’t sound so self righteous about it. You have no one but yourself to blame.”
Your daughter, Sophie, throws her veil back, revealing her dark eyes that are narrowed at Billy.
“Yeah, if you hadn’t dumped my mom and married someone else…”
It’s been years since you had seen Billy. Years since his departure had hurt you. But you’re glad Sophie is expressing the same frustration you felt when Billy had left you.
“Hey hey, wait a minute.” Billy interrupts. “I had to go back to New York. I was engaged. But I told Dinah I couldn’t marry her, and I came right back.”
Your face falls, shock filling your features.
“You came back?” You ask in a small voice. Billy nods. “Why didn’t you call me?”
He stares at you, shrugging slightly with a depreciating laugh.
“Because I was crazy enough to think you’d be waiting for me.” His eyes meet yours, as he sighs quietly. “Only when I arrived they told me you were off with some other guy.”
Guilt washes over your face, warming your cheeks as you glance slightly at where Frank and Matt are sitting.
“Dinah called me an idiot, and married me to prove it.”
There’s sadness in his eyes as he looks at you, no doubt imagining the life the two of you could have had together. Raising Sophie together. Founding the hotel you now own. He shakes his head slightly.
“I should have looked for you.”
“I don’t think that would have changed anything.”
“Then I shouldn’t have left in the first place.”
“I wouldn’t have let you stay.” He breathes out a tiny laugh, and you remark quietly, “I guess we’re both idiots?”
“Not much has changed then.” He says with a small grin. A fond smile tugs at your lips,
“Speak for yourself Russo.”
His own smile softens - into something you never thought you would see again. He takes a tentative step towards you. His gaze trailing from your eyes to your lips. Even after all these years, you recognise the glint in his eyes, and the corner of your mouth quirks into a smirk as you step forward to meet him.
His head dips down, and your fingers curl around the front of his shirt as you pull him into the last few inches between you both. Then Billy’s lips meet yours, and the years melt away.
He keeps an arm wrapped around you this time, and you try to dig your heels into the ground when he begins herding you toward a helicopter.
“You’re kidding right?” You begin trying to shake his grip, “Just let me go, I’ll go back and tell everyone I panicked, and I won’t have you arrested.”
He grins down at you.
“If Ward Meachum touches you, I’m going to peel his skin off.”
Billy first sees the invitation on Karen’s fridge. He’s there, meeting Frank’s new girl for the very first time when your name in perfect calligraphy catches his attention.
He stops sipping from the beer to stare at it in shock. When Frank follows his gaze, he lets out a little curse under his breath.
Of course he kidnaps her, should have seen that coming really. I love that she’s complaining every step of the way, let’s make sure Mr Terrible Breakup has a really difficult time
But also poor Billy trying so hard to get away from his past and protect her, and it being too late (although hopefully not too too late)
Also her pee having performance anxiety - I can’t even I love them both
The Yearly Anvil Holiday party is in full swing, you’re doing everything in your power to make it on the nice list this year but your Boss has other ideas.
Warnings:Smut, 18+, Breeding Kink, Boss x Employee dynamic
Writers Notes: Yes I wrote a holiday themed oneshot in the beginning of summer, and for that i apologize. *mood board will be added later
Snow had started to fall onto the crisp streets of New York adding to the soft glow of the night. Softening the harsh lines that usually were synonymous with the city. Sounds of laughter and people talking were blanketed by the calm hush that accompanied snowfall, fat flakes began building on the sidewalks a sure hint towards a blizzard later in the night.
You rubbed your hands together in a fruitless effort to warm up, blowing whatever hot air was still in your lungs onto your frozen digits as you stepped out of the limo and made your way to the ritzy hotel Anvil had rented out for the evening Holiday party. A doorman smiled at you holding the large golden door open for you to step inside.
Boutique Owner!Fem!Reader x CEO!Single Dad!Billy Russo
(small drabble under the cut)
You’ve known Billy Russo for several years now. You were the one who sold him his first suit, and the one who pressed it to perfection on the day he visited the bank - the day he secured the loan which allowed him to open Anvil. You think you had a very minor impact on these events, believing that Billy’s passion and determination would have carried him through regardless. Billy, however, owes a small piece of his success to you, even though he’s never mentioned it to you.
You’re also very fond of his daughter, Ava. Whenever Billy visits your store, Ava always insists on helping you pick out Billy’s outfits. Meaning that, you usually point Billy in the direction of your newest collections whilst you scoop Ava up into your arms and together you pick out a new tie for Billy.
One day, Billy is telling you all about his celebratory gala in honour of five successful years of business for Anvil. As usual, you help him pick out a suit.
“Will that be all Mr Russo?” You ask with a smile. He glances around at the racks of clothes surrounding you both, before asking,
“You sell dresses don’t you?” You nod in confirmation, before you ask him,
“Anything in particular?” He looks down before holding up the tie he’s planning on wearing for the gala.
“Something to match this?” You nod quickly and head towards the back of the store, with Billy following behind you. Looking through the dresses, you try to ignore the thought of Billy taking a date to his gala. The two of you had been friends for years - it would never be anything more.
“There’s this?” You say, pulling one of the dresses out to show Billy. The colour is a perfect match for his tie. He looks the dress up and down, then grins.
“It’s perfect. What sizes do you do?”
“What size are you after?” You ask, fingers skimming over the hangers as you take in the different sizes available.
“Whatever your size is.” You freeze at his words, turning to look at him.
His smile is almost shy as he adds,
“That was my attempt at asking you out smoothly.” His lips quirk into a small grin, “Did it work?”
Summary: Anvil hosts a work party at the races, though you appear to be a source of distraction for the company’s CEO.
Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, smidge of public sexual activity, degradation, lots of dirty talk, daddy kink, dumbification, praise kink, some oral fixation kinda?
A/N: This is fully intended to be a part of the smutty little universe me and Chelsea (@becauseicantthinkwritings) have somehow created together, I started writing this as soon as I read Ineptitude and I swear I’m done now.
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Over the years, you’ve managed to master the art of looking like you understand what’s going on. Unfortunately for you, Billy knows better than to believe the attentive look you’re giving his accountant, David. Billy knows that if he were the one explaining the betting odds to you there’s no way you would understand.
Sweet eyes wide with confusion, your attention would drift from Billy’s words to his lips, or his fingers. If you got distracted enough, your eyes might even fall onto his dress pants that hide his cock, which is now hardening at the mere thought of you looking so clueless.
Billy had planned a visit to the races, booking a private room for himself and a number of his employees at Anvil to celebrate his latest contract. He had also invited you as his plus one, knowing you’d be thrilled at the opportunity to dress up for him.
You smile politely at David as he steps away, before he leaves to talk to a few of the other Anvil employees. A smirk curls at Billy’s lips as he observes the thinly veiled puzzlement in your eyes. Billy approaches you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your back flush against his chest. He drops his head down to talk into your ear,
“Hello princess.” You turn slightly, and say in a small voice,
“Hi daddy.” His smirk widens,
“You being a good girl?” You pout lightly before you remark teasingly,
“Of course.”
“I heard David was teaching you about the betting odds.” You look down at the list of horses and their riders on the piece of paper in your hand.
“Hm.”
“Which horse you betting on?”
“That one.” You say, tapping the name with your freshly done nails. Billy looks down at the name, before a frown creases at his brows. The horse you’ve picked doesn’t have very good odds.
“Why’s that baby?” You shift your feet slightly, and look down at your shoes - the new Jimmy Choo’s that Billy had bought you.
“It’s the prettiest jersey.” You admit, and Billy breathes out a laugh before he presses an affectionate kiss to your cheek.
“My stupid little girl.” He purrs, squeezing you in his arms as your cheeks warm with the dizzying mixture of embarrassment and arousal that only Billy could draw out from you.
He tugs you backwards lightly, guiding you both towards a table in the corner of the room. He nuzzles his face against your cheek, his smile wide when he feels how flushed your skin is already.
“Come sit in daddy’s lap.” You sit down on one of Billy’s thighs, with your legs draped over his other thigh. He wraps one arm around you, pulling your side against his chest. Taking his tie between your fingers, you fiddle with it as your eyes look over the crowd, smoothing your fingertips over the small ridges in the fabric.
Billy’s other hand settles on your bare thigh, the warmth of his palm heating your skin in a manner that has you struggling to keep your attention away from him.
You point out some of the clothes and shoes you see some of the people wearing, as well as naming the designers. Billy nods along to your words, taking a mental note of the styles and designs that you mention for a later date. He also bounces his thigh lightly, which has you shifting every couple of seconds to prevent the friction against your core.
Billy feeds you a few bites of food from the buffet, swiping his thumb over your lips when you get chocolate smeared on them.
“Need daddy to do everything for you, don’t you?” He teases, picking up a glass of wine and holding it to your lips. After you take a sip, Billy replaces the glass with his mouth, tasting the wine from your lips. His smirk is wide as he places the glass down.
Biting down on your lip, you squirm again, and Billy tilts his head as he looks down at you.
“Everything alright baby?” You nod. He traces his finger up your spine, drawing a shiver from you. A smug expression fills Billy’s face, and he says, “You know you can’t lie to me.”
He dips his head lower, to murmur directly into your ear.
“Daddy knows every inch of that sweet body of yours. And I know that right now you’re soaking through your panties.”
The hazy look that had been filling your eyes suddenly shifts as your expression brightens. Billy tilts his head in confusion, he hadn’t expected the wide smile currently on your face. Or the giggle you let out as you smooth his tie back into place.
“Don’t be silly daddy. I’m not wearing any.”
Billy’s eyes darken. With a tug, his lips are on yours, and your small whimper of surprise is muffled by his mouth. He squeezes the back of your neck, holding you in place as his other hand dips under the skirt of your dress. Your lips part as Billy traces his finger along your entrance, smothering the needy sounds from your throat with his mouth on yours. He pushes his finger inside you, curling it for a moment before pulling out again.
Billy tuts as he eyes his glistening finger.
“Better clean that up baby, before someone wants to shake my hand.”
Warmth floods through your body, and your eyes flicker to watch the rest of the room. When your gaze falls back onto Billy he raises his finger towards your lips with a questioning look in his eyes. Not breaking his gaze, you take his finger into your mouth.
“All those expensive lingerie sets daddy buys you, and on his special day out you go and wear nothing underneath your dress.” He berates you in a low voice.
You hum at the feeling of Billy’s finger in your mouth as you run your tongue over his digit to remove the wetness from your pussy. The combined taste of Billy’s skin and your arousal has your hips rocking needily.
When you go to pull your mouth away from Billy’s finger, he grasps firmly at your chin, keeping your lips wrapped around his finger. Your eyes flicker to the rest of the room, but no one is paying the two of you any attention. There’s a small whine of protest at the back of your throat, and Billy regards you sternly.
“You didn’t want to act like a grown up and wear panties, so I’ll treat you like the dumb little girl you are.”
He slides his finger between your lips, stroking your tongue with his fingertip.
“You know, I was gonna reward you for being such a good girl for me today.” You whine again, as drool begins to slip down your chin, your face burning with embarrassment. Billy smooths his thumb over your chin, cleaning up the mess you’re making of yourself.
Looking down at his thumb, Billy sighs.
“You just had to act up didn’t you?” You whine again, shaking your head at him. Billy raises a brow at you. “You think good girls walk around with no panties on?”
He pulls his finger from your mouth, allowing you to answer him.
“Did it for you daddy.” You protest with a small pout on your lips.
“For me?” You nod, leaning your body closer to his to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Wanted to keep your cock warm on the drive home.”
His hand tightens on your waist in response to your words, squeezing at your hip which has you squirming slightly. He was already hard at the thought of punishing you. Now his priority has changed - he needs to have you now.
Billy hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his lips. The kiss is surprisingly tender, until he nibbles on your lower lip. When your eyes flutter open, they’re filled with confusion.
Taking hold of your chin, Billy turns your head to look at the far end of the room.
“You see that door over there?” The confusion doesn’t leave your eyes as you answer him,
“Yes daddy.”
“Want you to go sit in the room next door and I’ll join you in a few minutes. Think you can do that for me baby?”
Billy hears your breathing quicken as you realise he has something already planned. Then you nod.
“Yes daddy.”
“Good girl.”
The two of you stand up, and Billy gives your ass a light squeeze which has you whining. He chuckles before nudging you gently,
“Go on baby, daddy’ll be right behind you.”
When you turn to look at him, he gives you a reassuring smile, his hand warm as he presses it against the small of your back.
As soon as Billy’s hand is removed from your back, you miss the warmth of it, a small shiver running through you as you weave your way through the crowd of Billy’s colleagues. You offer a polite smile to anyone who looks your way, but no one pays too much attention to you.
You close the door softly behind you, and step into the room. It’s not too dissimilar from the room you’ve just left, the same size, and same furniture. The right hand wall is made up entirely of glass, allowing you to look down at the people gathered at the edge of the racecourse.
There’s a couch in the centre of the room, and you walk over to it, leaning your lower back against the arm of the couch. You stare out of the window, watching the people mill about as you wait for Billy. Once you hear the door open, you glance over.
Billy’s eyes are dark, raking over your form as he shuts the door behind him. The look in his eyes has you clenching with need, and your fingers press into the fabric of the couch as Billy advances towards you.
Once he’s close enough, his lips are on yours in a hungry kiss. He hooks his hands under your knees, lifting you up to sit on the arm of the couch.
“Billy!” You gasp in surprise, eyeing the wall of glass that overlooks the racecourse. Billy notices your apprehension, and grins,
“Glass is tinted baby, no one can see us up here. Door’s locked too. So, it’s just a case of you staying quiet.”
He tugs at his tie, pulling it from around his collar to loop around your head. He ties a knot in the fabric and holds it up to your lips.
“Be a good girl and bite down on this for daddy.” With a small whine of protest, you part your lips, and Billy pushes the knot into your mouth. Billy clicks his tongue. “Don’t whine baby. I wouldn’t have to gag you like this if you’d been wearing your panties.”
When you whimper in response to his words, the tie muffles the sound perfectly, and Billy smiles proudly at the sight of you so desperate already. He picks you up, setting you down on the couch and spreading your legs. The short skirt of your dress rides up, and Billy pushes it up to bunch the fabric around your waist.
“There she is.” He muses appreciatively as he observes the slick mess between your legs. “There’s my sweet little pussy. Looking so pretty for me.”
You moan at his words, shifting your hips slightly and whining when there’s a dissatisfying amount of friction. Billy traces a singular fingertip along your dripping entrance, teasing your aching pussy.
“Daddy please.” You beg, your voice muffled by Billy’s tie, and he chuckles at you as he removes his finger.
“Silly little girl.” He says as he slips the straps of your dress down your shoulders. “Daddy can’t understand you with his tie in your mouth.”
He tugs at the dress, pulling the top half down to meet the rest of the dress at your waist. Meaning that you’re now practically bare in front of him. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly as he stares appreciatively down at your body. He pinches at both of your nipples, drawing a muffled whimper from your throat which makes him chuckle darkly as your back arches towards his touch.
His palms smooth over your body, rubbing against your skin, and squeezing whatever he can wrap his hands around - your thighs, your ass, your breasts. You writhe and moan beneath his touch, bucking your hips towards him in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. Billy leans forward, tugging your earlobe between his teeth. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, until Billy steps back and pulls it off his shoulders. He folds it, before setting it down on the coffee table to his right.
His belt clinks as he undoes it, then he slides his zipper down, and pushes his pants to his calves, along with his boxers. Your mouth waters around his tie as your eyes fixate on his cock, already hard and leaking. You reach for his cock, only for him to slap your hands away.
“Such an eager little thing.” He remarks with a smirk. “Hands on the couch princess.”
There’s a small groan of frustration from you, but you do as you’re told, watching with eager eyes as Billy begins to stroke his cock.
“Imagine,” he starts with a grin. “If I came right here on your thighs, leaving you a filthy mess for the rest of the day.” You whine with need, nails digging into the material of the couch. “Would you like that baby? Like me to get off on the sight of you, and leave you dripping and desperate?”
You whimper, shaking your head hurriedly and Billy breathes out a sharp laugh as he raises a brow,
“You wouldn’t?” You shake your head again, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of his cock. “Then spread your legs for me baby.”
You do as he says, spreading your legs wide open for him. He shakes his head, hooking his hands under your knees and folding your legs. Your heels dig into the plush seat of the couch as Billy holds your legs open properly.
“There we are.” He murmurs as his hips slide against yours, his hard cock rubbing over your soaked pussy. You whimper at the sudden attention, almost overwhelmed by the contact but desperate for more.
“Please.” You beg, your words still impeded by his tie. He traces his finger around your entrance, then pushes his cock inside you. You gasp, eyes squeezing shut which prompts tears to gather behind your eyelids. Billy groans as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin there with his teeth.
“Such a sweet, warm little cunt. All for me.” He slides out, before driving himself back into you, setting a rhythm that has your toes curling. You nod your head hurriedly in agreement, before your fists grasp at his shirt.
He shifts your hips, adjusting your position so that he can go even deeper with his thrusts, which has tears rolling down your cheeks. Ever since you woke up this morning, Billy has been riling you up both intentionally and by accident. Now that the tension is being addressed, you find yourself hurtling towards your orgasm at an alarming rate.
Billy grasps at your legs, hoisting them up to rest against his chest. Your ankles hang over his shoulders, and you instantly curl them around the back of his head. He grins, he’s willing to bet there isn’t a thought in your head, but instinct still takes over enough for your ankles to lock around his head as he continues his thrusts.
It’s only when the sharpness of your heels digs lightly into the top of his shoulder, that Billy breathes out another laugh.
“I told you princess.” Confusion flickers in your eyes as you attempt to understand the reason for his amusement. “Didn’t daddy tell you how gorgeous these shoes would look on my shoulders?” You clench hard around his cock, and you can only nod your head, tears running down your cheeks as he continues to pound into you. The shoes do look ridiculously pretty on Billy’s shoulders, but the man himself looks far better.
A few stray strands have fallen from his perfectly styled hair, hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with his dark eyes. His pupils are wide as he takes in every inch of you, consumed by the pleasure he’s giving you. He groans, feeling himself near the edge. He slips a hand down, rubbing firm circles over your clit, which has you clenching even harder around him.
“Go on baby. Play with your tits for me. Cum around daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
You let go of his shirt, dropping your hands to squeeze at your breasts, before tugging at your nipples. Billy moans at the sight of you, your breathing ragged as you approach your climax. Your teeth dig into the fabric of his tie, and you cry out as you orgasm. It’s mere seconds before Billy follows, spilling his cum inside you.
He holds his hips still against yours, keeping his cock snug inside you as his lips trace their way down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin as you both come down from your highs. His breath is warm against your flushed skin, as are his lips.
He tugs his tie out from between your lips, immediately replacing the fabric with his mouth. You both moan into the kiss, and you’re gasping when Billy pulls away. He smooths your hair away from your face, watching you as you attempt to catch your breath.
A small sound of protest escapes your throat as Billy pulls his cock out of you, and he chuckles softly. He plucks up a box of tissues from the nearby coffee table, tugging a few tissues out to clean you both up with.
Soon enough, you’re smoothing your dress down, adjusting the straps as you attempt to return your appearance to normality. Billy grins at the sight of the marks over your neck, the ones that you’re still unaware of. He shoves his ruined tie into the pocket of jacket, tugging lightly at the collar of his shirt. He’s definitely breaking some sort of social rule by not wearing a tie at the races - but then again fucking his girl in an empty reception room is definitely against social protocol.
You notice his grin, and smile sheepishly back. Similar thoughts are running through your mind, and your cheeks are burning at the thought of everyone in the room next door knowing what you had been doing.
Billy cups your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks to ensure your makeup is still intact. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his palm, and Billy smiles widely at you.
He leans closer to kiss your forehead, before he tucks you into his side with his arm around your waist.
“Now let’s go bet on that horse.”
A laugh escapes your lips as Billy opens the door for you both, and he smiles down at you, feeling unbelievably lucky to have you in his life.
