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.
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.
After you killed that evil… witch you took her poor, abused familiar. The prettiest black cat you’ve ever seen. He helps you with your magic and makes you laugh when you feel down.
Billy definitely wants to let you know he is not just a pet. Eventually. Until the right time comes he wants to enjoy every minute he can spend with his beautiful witch. And the cuddles, he loves the cuddles.
Summary: As a part of an undercover operation to gain inside access to Russo’s illegal activity, you end up getting more than you bargained for.
Warnings [18+]: public sex, fingering, dirty talk, sir kink, bit of praise kink, smidge of humiliation, tiny bit of pussy slapping, Billy technically ends up owning the reader so that’s a little dodgy (but it’s a mafia!au so it could be a lot worse)
“There’s no way Russo would fall for that.” You insist, your hands on your hips as you hear Jim talk you through his latest plan.
“Our behaviourists have picked up on the fact that he generally tends to protect vulnerable women.” He reasons with a shrug as he spins his chair around to face you.
“Well it’s nice to know he’s not a complete asshole.” You remark.
“We think it’ll work.”
“Didn’t he murder his last girlfriend?”
“That was an abnormality.”
“Let’s hope it wasn’t a common abnormality - for the sake of the poor girl who’s subjecting herself to your crazy ideas.”
“Collins has already put your name forward.” Your mouth drops open.
“Me? I can’t do it.”
“Why not? You’ve got experience working undercover, you know plenty about his business already, and - the most important part - he won’t recognise you.” You frown at him, as he continues to explain. “The majority of us have had altercations with either Russo or his men - you haven’t for some reason.”
You hope that you manage to look surprised by this revelation of his. Though you’re not surprised at all - Billy somehow always knows which ops you’re on, and clears out his men before you even arrive.
But Jim’s plan relies solely on the fact that Billy won’t know the chosen agent. The story he’s manufactured is actually rather good - you will admit that.
You would be visiting one of Billy’s clubs with a small group of female agents who would be acting as your friends, and one male agent who would be your fake boyfriend. You would be playing the classic, innocent girl dragged to a club by her friends, and her thoroughly dissatisfying boyfriend.
Your boyfriend would be tasked with racking up a large amount of debt by losing as many games as possible. When he fails to pay up, the plan is for him to offer you to his opponent as compensation. Jim is certain that Russo would step in, either claiming you for himself or simply throwing your group out of the club.
The only problem is, Billy knows what you look like, and he certainly knows what your voice sounds like. You’re positive he would know you anywhere. But, of course, you can’t tell Jim that. You can’t tell anyone that you regularly chat - amongst lots of other things - to the infamous mobster.
A small, hopeful, part of you believes that the plan would still work out. That Billy would try and protect you. But the rational part of you insists that he’ll see through the act, and he’ll send his men after you - he might even kill you himself. Whilst you want to feel assured by your somewhat unusual relationship with him, you’re not. Actually meeting him in person seems surreal. What if he sees you in person and decides you’re actually not worth pursuing anymore? What if he’s only interested in you at a distance?
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This is a bad idea. It’s a terrible, terrible idea. Yet somehow you are sipping on a drink that is approximately 95 percent fruit juice, in a white dress. You had protested against the white dress, no one ever actually falls for the innocent girl in a white dress act. But Jim insisted, so here you are. It’s a nice club, you will admit. Somehow, your group had managed to get into the more upscale area which suits you just fine.
You haven’t seen Billy yet, and whilst you don’t know exactly what he looks like, you’re certain you’ll recognise him. Your mind drifts back to a conversation between the two of you.
“Do you know what I look like?” He asks. You’re lying down on your bed, your phone tucked into the crook of your shoulder as you talk to Billy.
“I know you’re 6 feet tall. Black hair, brown eyes, white Caucasian.” You say, recounting the facts from his file. “I’ve seen a grainy photo of you, but your face was practically a pinprick. So I have an idea, but not really.”
“Does that bother you?”
“On the list of things that bother me, that’s at the very bottom.”
Now you’re nervous at the thought of not recognising him - you’re also nervous at the thought of him actually recognising you. Would he just walk up to you? Would he ignore you completely?
You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you lose focus of the game in front of you. David - your fake boyfriend - has already lost a lot of money. Then the unexpected happens. The agent tasked with opposing David gets interrupted.
“Mind if I cut in?” A familiar voice asks smoothly. You look up, meeting a pair of dark eyes. Your breath catches in your throat. It’s him. It’s finally him. Billy Russo. His eyes are still locked on yours as he unbuttons his suit jacket, and takes the seat across from you. The agent in front of you casts you an apologetic look before he hurries away - not wanting to fall onto Russo’s bad side. But you haven’t looked away from Billy’s eyes. They’re so dark. You’re hardly breathing, far too captivated by him to notice the lack of oxygen, though you do feel a little dizzy. His dark hair is slicked back perfectly, and you can’t help but wonder how disheveled it would look after running your hands through it. There’s a few thin scars over his forehead, but the largest ones curl over both of his cheeks in jagged patterns. There’s two scars over the bridge of his nose as well. Your eyes merely ghost over the scars, not paying too much attention to them. Your gaze shifts to his lips, and the dark stubble surrounding them before drifting down his neck to look at the immaculate, tailored suit that hugs his body perfectly.
He knows you’re eyeing him, and he smirks, running his tongue over his teeth. The sight of his tongue pushes the last of your thoughts from your head. A thrill runs through Billy at the sight of your eyes darkening to match his own hungry gaze. Your dress doesn’t reveal too much of your body, which Billy appreciates. He doesn’t want anyone else looking at you the way he is currently looking at you.
You’re so distracted by Billy’s sudden appearance that you forget why you’re even here. That is until David’s hand settles on your thigh. You jump a little at the contact, and you shift slightly away from him. His hand is a little too close for comfort, and since it’s beneath the table you know it isn’t a part of the act. Your eyes flicker to his as he takes a drink, a grin on his face. There’s thinly veiled disgust in your eyes. The two of you have never got along with one another - you were surprised when you were partnered on this op.
Luckily, one of the female agents asks you to join on a visit to the restroom. You nod, but David’s hand wraps around your wrist as you stand.
“Where are you going?” He asks with a frown.
“Restroom.” You inform him, hoping that your tone conveys how many lines he is currently crossing. Your expression softens dangerously, “That okay darling?” He returns your smile, releasing his hold on you.
“Course it is.” Billy watches your fists clench and unclench as you walk away. A small smile curls at his lips at the thought of you punching David in the face. Though, Billy has some far more extensive plans for David’s fate.
You’re not gone for long. You spend a little time checking your makeup and complaining about David and his audacity. You frown when you see Billy and David still playing.
“Why is he still playing against Russo?” The agent beside you murmurs. A small sigh of frustration falls from your lips before you reply,
“I don’t know.”
You look uncertain as you make your way back to the table. The majority of the women who visit Billy’s clubs wear black, red, or some other dark colour. Dressed in white, you look like a lost little lamb. Billy knows that quick mind of yours is trying to figure out what he’s up to, but from the looks of that sweet confusion in your eyes you don’t know what’s going on.
David doesn’t look at you as you sit back down beside him. He doesn’t move to touch you either, which you appreciate, but it confuses you. Billy smiles amicably at you, and you know something is wrong.
“Your boyfriend here has racked up quite the debt.”
“Cards clearly isn’t his strong suit.” Billy’s eyes glitter in amusement. “But whatever it is, he can pay it.” Billy assumes that your statement is meant to sound like innocent optimism, but he hears the prompting in your tone as you look at David. There’s a company credit card in his wallet, one to use in emergencies like this. Yes, your department will lose a large chunk of their budget, but none of their agents end up in the hands of dangerous criminals.
David meets your eyes warily, and your expression falls. You turn to face him harshly, rummaging your hands through the pockets of his blazer to search for the card. Finding nothing, you pull out his wallet. Opening it up, you scour the contents frantically.
“You don’t have it.”
“I thought I wouldn’t need it.” He argues, and you’re tempted to throttle him. You breathe out slowly, trying to find some way to ensure that none of your team dies for David’s mistake.
“Mr Russo, I’m so sorry-“ He waves away your apology.
“Don’t you worry your sweet little head about it. Your boyfriend and I have come to an agreement.” You swallow hard, not sure if you like how pleased Billy looks.
“You have?” Billy finds himself enjoying the uncertainty in your eyes, especially when he knows what the endgame of tonight will be.
“His debt has been settled. Him and your friends are free to go.”
“But?” He tilts his head, pleased that you picked up on the catch.
“But you’ll be stayin’ with me.” A few of the agents exchange looks, not wanting to leave you behind, but they certainly didn’t want to argue with Billy Russo of all people. When Jim had first walked you through the plan, you had considered something like this happening. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought Billy would actually be willing to take you for himself. You nod faintly at them, assuring them that you would be fine. Slowly, they gather themselves together and Billy’s men escort them out.
You keep your gaze on the table separating the two of you, afraid of losing yourself in his eyes again. Once you do find the courage to lift your head, you find his eyes already on you.
“So,” you say in a timid voice. “What now?”
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Your body thuds against the cold wall behind you, and you feel the chill of it through your thin dress. Billy’s mouth is on yours and you melt against his lips. He grips the back of your neck hard, squeezing the muscles there, which pulls a moan from your lips. His all encompassing kiss muffles the sound of it, but Billy feels it in your chest, pressed tightly against his own.
Billy had walked you out to the deserted lobby, where the two of you were waiting for the valet to bring his car around. His arm around your waist, the two of you had exchanged several heated looks before Billy’s mouth was on yours, pressing you against a wall.
“You’re not thinkin’ straight.” Billy says against your lips, his mouth moving against yours as his other hand grasps at your hip. A frown creases at your brows as you struggle to understand his words. “You’re in shock.” He catches your lower lip between his, and sucks on it gently, drawing another moan from you. “Poor thing.” You whimper at his almost sympathetic tone. “Abandoned by her friends, throwin’ herself at the only person who’ll make her feel safe.” You know his words are most likely correct. You’re probably an idiot for feeling safe around him of all people. But you’ve also wanted to kiss him for months now.
“Please.” You whine.
“So desperate.” He remarks lowly with a smirk. Both of his hands dip lower, one squeezes at your ass, the other pawing lightly at your breast. “I bet you’d let me fuck you right here in the lobby.” His words remind you of how public your little display would be. You shake your head, your cheeks warming in embarrassment. He breathes out a sharp laugh. “No? You wouldn’t?” You shake your head again, your desperation leaking into your movements.
“No.” You insist, but your voice is shaky and filled with need. “I wouldn’t.” He hums in acknowledgement, as if he doesn’t really believe you and is only agreeing to pacify you. He sucks at the exposed skin of your shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly over your collarbone. You tip your head back, knocking it lightly against the wall behind you. He trails his lips up your neck so murmur against your ear,
“I’m sure it won’t be long before you’ll let me fuck you anywhere.” Your mind unhelpfully supplies you with a number of different places he could have his way with you. You whimper at the thought of your legs wound tightly around his waist, your back arched over different pieces of furniture as he fucks you.
He takes your earlobe into his mouth and your hips shift forwards in an attempt at finding some friction. Billy’s hands grasp at your hips, holding your hard against the wall.
“I wonder,” he whispers softly against your ear. “If I slip my fingers into those lace panties of yours, will that little pussy be wet already?”
“How- how do you know they’re lace?” You ask with a gasp.
“The whole good little girl act, you’re definitely wearing lace under this.” He remarks, smoothing the fabric of your skirt between his fingers. Then he slides both his hands under your skirt, stroking your bare thighs and you keen into his touch. Your hands are still grasping tightly at his arms, fingers curled into the fabric of his blazer. You’re not sure whether you’re ready to pull him closer or push him away, but you don’t have the strength to do either.
When his fingers trace the edge of your panties, his face breaks into a grin.
“Now look at that.” He ducks his head down to look under your skirt. “White lace panties.”
His thumbs dig into the flesh of your thighs and you rut your hips further into his touch. He tuts at you.
“No movin’ darlin. You get what I give you.” You let go of his arms, pressing your hands against the cold wall behind you, you lean your entire body against it, hoping that it’ll keep you steady. Billy squeezes your thighs, before sliding his hand to to cup against your clothed pussy. His eyes drink in every inch of you as you try your hardest to obey him and not buck against his hand. There’s an adorable crease in your brows, and your chest heaves as he begins to rub his hand against your pussy. He groans when he feels your wetness seeping through the fabric. He’ll be able to smell you on his hand for the rest of the night. He takes a step closer, pressing his entire body against yours.
“You know you’ve been a very bad girl this evening.” He says sternly against your ear and he feels you tremble. “Puttin’ yourself in danger like that.” He speeds up the motion of his hand, before stopping to gently rub against your clit. Your toes curl in your shoes, as sparks of pleasure course through your body. “That idiot coulda been playin’ against any old criminal. Would he have sold you to them?” He muses darkly. Billy would never have let that happen. You were his, and his alone. “You’re lucky I was there. Least now you’ve got an owner that’ll take care of you.”
As always, his words have you nearly falling to pieces, and his fingers press harder against your clothed clit which prompts you to choke on a moan. He hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your wide eyes to his, and once again you’re drowning in their depths.
“I will have to punish you for this. You understand that don’t you, sweet girl?” He asks you in such a soft voice that you nearly melt.
“Yes sir.” You agree, tilting your head back against the wall again. “Oh please.”
“Please? You wanna cum darlin?” You nod hurriedly, gasping erratically against his touch. “You really think you deserve it?” You whine, shaking your head.
“Words, darlin.”
“No sir. I don’t deserve it.” He grins, you’re so perfect already. He can’t wait to break you in properly. His grin turns wicked as he swats lightly against your sensitive clit. A startled yelp is ripped from your throat, and you begin to plead. “Oh please sir.”
He rubs a few soothing circles over your mound before he gives you another gentle swat, which has you whimpering in need. He tilts his head aside, you seem to be enjoying his harsher treatment.
“How about a deal?” He proposes. “I let you cum here and now, ruinin’ those sweet little panties.” You whine at the mere thought of being granted an orgasm. “In return, you come home with me.” You stare up at him with wide eyes. “No fightin’, no runnin’, just you bein’ a good girl for me.”
You don’t hesitate for as long as you should. As soon as you nod, Billy props your legs apart with his own.
“Words, darlin.”
“Yes sir. I’ll come home with you.” A growl hums in his throat at your submission, at allowing him to take you to his house, where you will be at his complete mercy whenever he wants you.
He pulls your panties aside, sliding one finger inside your dripping pussy. You cry out at the unexpected intrusion, clenching tightly around his finger. With his other hand he works at your clit, rubbing firm circles that have you gasping. His mouth returns to your neck, dragging the soft skin there between his teeth. You squeeze your eyes closed tightly as you climax, slumping your body against Billy’s. He slows his motions, drawing out your pleasure. There’s a beautiful glaze over your eyes as Billy looks down at you. Your breathing is beginning to even out as you come down from your high, leaving you with shaky legs as you cling to Billy. He smiles at the sight of you looking so dependent on him, fucked out of your head by his fingers, curling yourself against his chest. He withdraws his fingers from your panties, and he marvels at how wet they look as he traces them over your lips. You mindlessly open your mouth to accept his fingers, humming at the taste of your release. Billy’s eyes nearly roll back in his head as your tongue laps at his digits. Fuck, you really are perfect for him.
He wraps his arms around you, keeping you against his chest for a few moments longer. The warmth of his body is comforting, as the chill of the lobby has you shivering lightly. Billy tugs his blazer off, before settling it on your shoulders. His warmth and scent envelopes you, and you shudder at the sudden sense of comfort. You still cling to the front of his shirt, and he keeps an arm around you.
“Think you can walk to the car, sweet girl?” He asks teasingly, but it’s a genuine question. Billy would gladly carry you to the car, and you’re not one hundred percent certain your legs will hold. But you nod, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. He keeps you tucked against his side as you walk through the rest of the lobby.
Billy opens the passenger door of his car, and you sit down.
A small huff leaves your lips as you pull at the seatbelt. Billy leans over, taking the buckle from your hands and securing it around you. Your wide eyes meet his, and he smiles gently at you before he reaches down to slide your shoes off, casting them down into the footwell. Once he’s done, he traces his fingers over your cheek.
“Feel free to get some sleep, sweet girl.” He withdraws from you, shutting the car door behind him. Billy walks around the car, and opens the drivers door before sitting down. The keys slide into the ignition and the car hums to life.
Practically speaking, you should stay awake and see where he takes you since he is sort of kidnapping you. But you’re going willingly? So is it kidnapping? Billy watches as your brows crease, and he smiles at the sight of your pout. You fold your legs underneath you and settle your face against the side of the chair. Billy turns the heat on, and you’re soon feeling cosy with the scent of his cologne filling the small space.
Billy can sense the moment you drift off to sleep, and he drives as smoothly as possible, ensuring that you remain asleep the entire drive home.
Tugging your phone from your nightstand, you open up the alarm app to prevent it from going off. You had done as Billy asked you, spending your Friday night relaxing. As a result, you had just woken from one of the deepest night’s sleep you had been able to have in quite some time.
Just as your mind drifts to him, your phone buzzes with a call from the man himself.
A soft, sleepy hum is the only greeting you can offer him, and Billy smiles widely at the thought of you lying half asleep in bed.
“Sweet dreams darlin?” He hears the sound of your sheets rustling as you nestle yourself back under the covers. You frown when you hear the clicking of computer keys.
“Are you working already?” He breathes out a laugh at your scandalised tone, imagining the pout on your lips at the thought of leaving your bed so early.
“No rest for the wicked, sweet girl.” Your cheeks warm at his teasing tone. “Were you a good girl last night?”
You hum in reply, which doesn’t satisfy Billy.
“I can’t see you darlin. Need to hear your words.” You squirm against your mattress, glad that he can’t see you though it’s likely he already knows how flustered you are.
“Yes sir.” A smirk spreads over his face. He’s never asked you for address him as sir, it’s just been something you’ve picked up on - and he certainly won’t stop you.
“What did you do?” He asks. You pull your lower lip between your teeth as you consider your words, wondering whether you would survive admitting to him that you did exactly as you were told.
“Had a bath. Thank you for the oils, they were really nice.” Billy grins at the thought of you using the oils he bought you. A few times a week, Billy would order something as a treat for you, by now you were used to arriving home to a package by your door.
“Which one did you use?” He asks, his voice low, which has a shiver running down your spine as you reply,
“Lavender.” You hear him draw in a breath, as if he’s imagining the scent of it. Which he is. He’s also imagining you in his bathtub. Soft candlelight glowing against your dewy skin, his hands caressing every inch of your body, kissing down your neck towards your breasts.
He shifts slightly in his chair, and you hear the leather creak beneath him. He tilts his head aside - it’s a Saturday morning, he should have enough time to take the next step with you. He hears you yawn quietly, and he smiles at the thought of you blinking sleepily in the morning light.
“Still feelin’ sleepy, sweet girl?”
“A little.” You admit.
“Could you put me on speakerphone?” There’s the rusting of your sheets, before you reply with a small,
“Done.”
“Good girl.” In your warm, half asleep state you can’t stop the contented hum in your throat at the sound of his praise. “Think you can do somethin else for me?” He hears you hum again, but he needs you to hear you. “Words, darlin.” He reminds you.
“Yes sir.”
“What’re you wearin’?”
“Camisole and panties.” After a night of relaxing, you had wanted to wear something nice to bed. He hums in approval, and warmth floods through you at the thought of him being enticed by the sight of you.
“The silk one?” Despite the fact that he can’t see you, you nod your face into your pillow.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He prompts sternly. You whine at the shift in his tone, pressing your thighs hard together.
“Yes sir.”
“Run your hands over the silk, sweet girl.” He hears your breathing shift as you begin to realise what he might be planning. A soft moan falls from your lips as you hands smooth over the silk, firm against your warm body. “You can stop whenever you want darlin.” Billy reminds you.
“I know.” You assure him, your hands trailing down your sides as you add, “Want this.”
“Good girl. Now just follow my voice, and do as you’re told. Close your eyes for me.” You do as he says, pressing your face into the soft plush of your pillow. “Want you to be nice and gentle sweet girl, can you do that for me?”
“Yes sir.”
“Can you rub your clit for me?” Your trail your hand down your body, and a whine tears it’s way from your throat as your fingers trace around your clothed clit. “Nice and slow, sweet girl.” He encourages you, and you follow his directions. He clenches his jaw as the sound of your moans reach him, and you hear the sound of a zipper. Warm blood rushes through your body at the thought of Billy touching himself whilst making you come undone with his words. “You soakin’ through your panties yet, darlin?” You bite down hard on your lip.
“Yes sir.” You hear him groan softly over the phone.
“Such a good girl.” At the sound of another whine from your lips, Billy adds, “You need a little more, sweet girl?” You nod hurriedly against your pillow, before gasping out,
“Please, sir.”
“Pull your panties aside and pet that little pussy for me.” A broken moan escapes your throat as your finger slides easily between your folds to trace against your sopping pussy. “How wet are you, sweet girl?”
“So wet, sir.”
“Yeah?” He breathes out harshly. “That sweet little pussy’s so desperate isn’t she?” You whimper at his words, continuing to rock your hips against your finger. Billy can hear your breathing shift into desperate little pants. You’re lost on a cloud of pleasure, the only thing you can focus on is the sound of his voice on the line. “God, you’ve made my cock so hard, sweet girl.” Your sleepy, lust fuelled mind drifts to thoughts of his hand around his cock, of him sliding his cock into you. You’re dreaming of him filling you to the brim, of his cum coating your thighs. “If you were mine, I’d have fucked you awake this morning. Woulda taken that sweet little pussy while you were still soft and sleepy.” Your cry is muffled against your pillow, but Billy hears it, even over the sound of the blood rushing through his ears as his own pleasure increases. “You like the sound of that darlin?”
“Oh god yes.”
He swears with a groan when he hears the sound of your slick covered fingers moving against your pussy. Blood rushes to your face as the sound of your arousal fills the room, embarrassed that he can hear how worked up he’s got you, but you’re far too caught up in pleasure to stop yourself. Your pace is slow and determined, and you moan every time your fingertip traces your clit. Every nerve in your body begins to tingle in anticipation.
“You gonna cum for me darlin? Gonna be a sweet little girl for me that cums when she’s told?”
“Yes.” You gasp out as your climax approaches. “Oh yes, please.” Your focus is solely on the sound of Billy’s breathing, hearing it catch and shudder as he reaches his own peak. It doesn’t take much for you to imagine it against your ear as he presses his body over yours. You squeeze your eyes closed tightly as a series of moans pour from your lips. Your fingers are soaked as your pussy clenches hard around nothing, sparks flooding through your body as you cum. A deep moan is ripped from Billy’s throat, muffled by his gritted teeth, but it helps you to work yourself through the aftershocks of pleasure.
As you slow the gentle petting of your pussy, a few soft moans reach Billy’s ears which nearly has him hard again at the thought of fucking your cum back into you.
He picks up a wad of tissues from his desk, taking some time to clean himself up, whilst giving you the opportunity to recover from your high. After a minute or so he decides to check on you.
“You alright there darlin?” He asks, and you breathe out a soft laugh before remarking airily,
“Yeah.” Billy chuckles lightly at your tone.
“As pretty as you must look with cum drippin’ outta you, want you to clean yourself up sweet girl.” You shift your hips as his words register in your mind. “And get some breakfast in you, you think you can do that for me?” Your heart flips at his thoughtfulness, deciding to push away the usual spiral of thoughts that accompany such actions from him.
“Yes sir.” He smiles - what a perfect start to his day.
Series Warnings [18+]: canon level violence, sub/dom themes, soft dom!Billy, lots of praise kink and sir kink, dirty talk, spanking, public sex, generally a lot of smut (will add to this as the series progresses)
After the events of The Punisher (season one) Billy Russo stakes his claim on New York, quickly establishing himself as a force to be reckoned with amongst the city’s criminal underworld. When you get assigned to an undercover operation that seeks to take down Russo, a conflict of interest occurs. You may or may not be falling for him?
“Alright, what’s wrong?” Billy sighs, pulling the cover back to settle into bed bedside you. You look up from your fingers that you had been fiddling with to frown at him.
“What?” He slots one of his hands over yours, and squeezes your fingers gently as he leans closer.
“Somethin is goin on in that sweet little head of yours.” He remarks, pressing a kiss to your temple as he looks at you questioningly. Your mouth parts as you consider your answer.
“Nothing.” You tell him, and you know he’s raising a brow at you, so you add quickly, “I mean, there’s nothing wrong.” You begin to fiddle with his fingers, smoothing your fingertips over each of his knuckles. He moves one of his fingers to trace around the stone of your engagement ring.
Billy watches your brow crease as you think, and he waits patiently for you to continue. Drawing in a small breath, you ask him,
“Will you come dress shopping with me?” There’s a pause before you add, “Wedding dress shopping.”
His heart nearly bursts out his chest, at the thought of you wanting him with you when you pick out your dress. He shifts slightly, propping himself onto his side with his elbow.
“You’re sure?” You nod,
“Absolutely. I mean, the idea of it being a surprise is nice,” you look down at your intertwined fingers again before adding quietly, “but I want you to love it.”
“Sweetheart, I will love you in anything.” He assures you softly. Then he smirks, “I’d also love you in nothin at all, but I don’t think that’d be appropriate.” You laugh softly.
“Billy, I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” His teasing expression fades as he regards you fondly. “You want me there, I’ll be there. You want me to drop you off at the door with some friends, I’ll do it. Whatever you want.” You slide your arms around his waist, tucking yourself against his chest. He rests a hand on your head, smoothing his thumb over your hair.
“I want you there.” An excited smile spreads over his face.
“Then I’ll be there.”
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“Okay, first order of business, we find the most expensive dress in the store and try that on first.” Billy informs you with a wide smile, and you shake your head at him.
“Absolutely not.” His brow crinkles, before he asks,
“Why not?”
“Well, what if I fall in love with it?” He shrugs lightly.
“Then I’ll buy it.”
“You will not.” He sighs, raising a hand in surrender. His other hand is clasped tightly in yours as the two of you walk along the pavement towards the wedding dress shop.
You and Billy aren’t planning on doing the big, traditional wedding. Because of this, you had spent quite some time contemplating whether you would ask Billy to come dress shopping with you. After all, he was the person who knew you best, and you’d be able to have a fun day with him. It would be a lot different from when you went shopping with Tessa for her wedding dress a few years ago. Her mother and mother-in-law had been invited and she spent the majority of the time hiding in the dressing room.
It feels liberating, having just Billy with you.
He ends up convincing you to try on the store’s most expensive dress. It has a colossal hoop skirt accompanied by a mountain of tulle. Huge chunky jewels adorn the bodice, and you can feel the weight of the entire dress when you walk.
Billy laughs at the sight of your unimpressed face as you pull back the curtain.
“I’m starting to regret asking you to come with me.” He stands up from his chair, making his way towards you with a smile.
“Too late I’m here to stay.”
“I look like a cupcake.” You insist with a sigh, as you cross your arms.
“A very beautiful cupcake.” He reasons, looking you up and down. “But I’m guessing this is a no?”
“A definite no.”
He nods in agreement, holding out his hand to help you walk back behind the changing curtain. He surveys the options the two of you had gathered during your wander around the store.
“Would you try this one on next?” He asks, pulling one of the dresses to the edge of the rail. You smile at his eager expression, and you nod. His brow furrows as he takes in the sight of you struggling to reach the zipper of your current dress. “Need a hand?”
A small smile tugs at your lips, before you nod again. He smiles fondly at you, and closes the curtain behind the two of you. He helps you out of the ridiculously expensive dress, and complains about the weight of it, which makes you laugh. Once you’ve hung up the previous dress, Billy is standing waiting with the next one. He helps you step into it, and you watch in the mirror as he ensures the straps are sitting perfectly on your shoulders before you feel his hands securing the zipper.
Billy’s jaw nearly drops when he takes in the sight of you. His chin hovers just over your shoulder with an astounded smile on his face. Your eyes are fixed on the dress, studying the intricate lace flowers that adorn the bodice, and trail down to taper off once the soft silk skirt begins. There’s a slit in the fabric of the skirt, revealing a sliver of your legs, which you can tell Billy is a fan of. Just looking at the dress, you can’t help but smile.
Billy turns his head to watch your face as your eyes widen and you breathe out softly,
“Billy it’s beautiful.” He hums in agreement, his nose brushing against your cheek as he corrects you,
“You’re beautiful.” You turn to meet his eyes, delight shining on your face.
Billy wraps his arms around your waist, feeling the soft fabric beneath his fingers. He presses a kiss to your cheek with a wide smile on his face. He leans in to kiss your other cheek and you giggle at his antics. He pulls back, admiring the sight of you looking so happy in such a beautiful dress.
“You wanna try on some more?” You turn back to the mirror, staring longingly at the dress you’re currently wearing. Billy watches as you run your hands down over the material, turning this way and that. He can’t stop smiling, seeing you look so pleased with yourself. You look back at him, shaking your head.
“This is the one.”
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The sun shines on Billy’s face as the two of you place your lunch order at a diner around the corner from the dress shop. The waitress scribbles down your requests before leaving you and Billy to wait for your food. You watch Billy as his eyes scan over the few people already gathered in the diner.
“Do you want to wear your dress uniform?” You ask, and Billy frowns, his eyes falling back to you. You tilt your head aside, as you watch his expression, before adding, “What?”
“I didn’t even consider it.” He looks away, his brow creasing. You allow him a moment to think, and he tilts his head aside. “Frank wore his, but he was still in the service then.”
“You could wear yours.” He nods absentmindedly.
“Not sure if I’d want to.” You nod casually, not wanting to pressure him into making a decision.
“There’s plenty of rules you’d have to follow. You wouldn’t be able to wear a flower on your lapel. You’d need to be clean shaven too.”
“You looked into it?” He asks, with a small smile pulling at his lips. You duck your head lightly as you return his smile.
“I was looking up wedding traditions and saw something about military weddings. I know what being in the marines meant to you, so I wanted to ask you about it.” His eyes soften as he regards you.
“It did mean a lot to me. But, to be honest, there’s more bad than good that came from it.”
He rests his elbows against the table, holding a hand out to you, and you take it.
“This,” he starts, gesturing between you both. “And you. You’re my fresh start. I wanna move on from all that.” You smile at him, feeling so glad that Billy wants to leave his past behind, both for his sake and yours. He rubs a hand over his chin, sliding down over his neck. “Don’t like the idea of me bein clean shaven either.” He remarks with a smirk. You laugh softly.
“Me neither.” He grins at you.
“Oh really?” You roll your eyes at his teasing tone. Scoffing lightly, you raise your eyebrows at him as he continues to grin mischievously.
“Stop it.” He shakes his head.
“Oh no, I think I wanna hear more about this obvious preference of yours.” You drop your flushed cheeks into your hands and you hear Billy laugh. There’s a tugging on your wrists, as his fingers curl around your arms to pry your hands away from your face. “Ah ah, no hidin sweetheart.” He teases and you pout as he manages to reveal your face.
Billy leans forward, pressing a kiss to your pouting lips, and you can’t resist smiling at him.
“Will you come with me when I get my suit then?” He asks, his head tilted aside. Your smile softens as you nod, before repeating his words back to him.
A sigh heaves at your chest when you hear your phone ringing. Having only just sat down at your desk, you’ve deemed it far too early to be receiving any sort of human interaction. Although when you recognise the familiar eleven digits staring up at you, you feel more eager to answer.
“Good morning Mr Russo.” You say, every syllable pronounced in a professional tone, but Billy can hear the teasing underneath. He stifles a groan under his breath. Only you can rile him up with a few words.
“Mornin darlin.” He drawls, and he can almost hear the catch in your breath as the sound of his voice reaches your ear. A thrill always runs through Billy at the thought of you being just as caught up by him, as he is by you. “Busy day?”
You hum lightly as you look down at your schedule. Your department has been planning a raid on one of Russo’s warehouses, though it will likely end up a dead end. Billy would never let you near one of his business deals without his knowledge.
“You’d know all about that wouldn’t you?” You can picture the smirk on his lips.
“Can neither confirm or deny.” A soft laugh falls from your lips, which Billy plays over in his mind, cherishing each second of pleasure that he’s managed to give you. Perhaps one day he’ll find the courage to be able to see you in person.
“Well you certainly keep me busy.” You remark with a distracted sigh. You were intending for that to be a joke, but Billy can hear the exhaustion behind your words. He runs his tongue over the top of his teeth, feeling the ridge of the scar over his left cheek.
“Come work for me. You know I’d look after you darlin.” You stare down at your desk, mulling over his words. This isn’t the first time Billy has offered you a job. He’s right as well. Russo’s employees are loyal, the kind of loyalty only gained through looking after people. You can’t deny that being looked after by Billy sounds appealing. You can practically hear his smile widening as he adds, “And what I wouldn’t pay to hear you wish me good morning in person.”
You don’t reply, but a smile tugs at your lips as warmth blooms over your cheeks. You hear him breathe out a soft chuckle, no doubt deducing your reaction.
Over the last few months you’ve gone from outright denying him, to simply ignoring his offers. You don’t know why, but this morning you’re hesitant to give any sort of response.
“Can you do something for me, darlin?” He asks, his voice smooth and enticing.
“That depends.” Billy ignores the suspicion in your voice. He knows it’s a result of your chosen profession, not a reflection on your thoughts regarding him.
“When you go home tonight, I want you to draw yourself a bath. Hm?” You blink in surprise, and Billy decides to continue. “Remember those oils I bought you? I know you’ve still got them, hidden them away somewhere. Want you to use them tonight, get yourself nice and relaxed.” He can hear the shift in your breathing, and Billy knows that every word he says is drawing you further in. “Want you to pour yourself a drink, and soak in the tub for as long as you need to.” You might continue to push back regarding his job offer, but you could never refuse him when he talks to you in this tone. “Want you to turn your phone off - switch that sweet mind of yours off too - and take care of yourself.”
As the sound of his voice rolls around your head, you can’t stop yourself from imagining him there with you. Of his hands smoothing over your bare skin, rubbing firm circles into your tight, aching muscles. His nails scraping lightly over your scalp as he washes your hair.
“You think you can do all that for me, darlin?” He asks gently, pulling you out of your thoughts. You blink hurriedly, and through the haze in your mind the only response you can muster is a,
“Yes sir.” There’s a hum of approval down the line, and warmth blooms in your chest at the thought of pleasing him.
“Good girl.” You clench your jaw hard to suppress a whimper at his praise.
You shift slightly in your seat, and with the accompanying friction you realise how desperate he’s made you in just a few minutes. You bite down on your lower lip in frustration and you can hear him breathe out a laugh.
“Bet you’re regrettin wearin that skirt today, hm?” He teases, and heat floods through your entire body. You look around in confusion.
“There’s no cameras in my office.”
“No there isn’t.” He agrees. “But one of your walls is glass, and there’s a camera in the hallway.”
You lean forward, looking out through the glass wall of your office to glance at the camera nestled in the corner of the hallway. You can hear the grin in his voice as he drawls,
“Hello darlin.” You spin your chair around to face the opposite direction and Billy laughs. You try to ignore how good his laugh makes you feel. His laughter fades, and you hear him move his phone away to address someone in his office. His voice is stern, and you tune out whatever he’s saying. There was a time were you would strain to hear word of any of his business deals. Now you just wait patiently for him to deal with whatever has been brought to his attention.
There’s the faint sound of a door closing, and you hear him sigh.
“Busy day?” You phrase tentatively, echoing his earlier question to you. A smile tugs at Billy’s lips despite the fact that he has end your conversation so quickly.
“Looks like it. I’ve got to go darlin.”
“Have a nice day Mr Russo.” He breathes out a soft laugh at your tone, as he watches the coy smile play on your lips. You always sound so sweet, but you love to tease just as much as Billy does.
Billy smiles widely at the sight of you, bustling away in the kitchen. He’s perched on one of the bar stools, watching you nod your head along with the tune playing from your phone. His eyes follow the motion of your mouth as you murmur the lyrics under your breath. You duck your head lightly when you notice how much of his attention has been on you. A smile tugs at your lips, and you ask him to pick out a wine for dinner.
You’re both reminded of the night you met. When you had found Billy cooking dinner for you both, and he had asked you to pick a wine for you both. The very first time you put your trust in him.
So much has changed since then. Tonight you’re cooking dinner for four, rather than your usual two. Billy has invited Frank and Karen over to share the news of your engagement. You stare down at the glistening ring on your finger, and Billy follows your gaze as he wraps an arm around you to reach for the corkscrew. He presses a kiss to your forehead, before he pulls away to open up the wine.
“How long do you think it’ll take before they notice?” He asks, nodding towards your ring.
“Within the first five minutes.” He raises a brow at you.
“Really?”
“It’s a rather sparkly rock, Billy.” He grins, curling his arms around you as he looks down at the ring again.
“It sure is.” You turn in his arms and press a kiss to his cheek, bringing a bright smile to his face. You breathe out a soft laugh when you recognise the song that’s playing, and Billy frowns lightly at the expression on your face.
“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.” You sing along softly, tapping your finger against Billy’s nose, and he beams at you. “That’s right, you’re the one I want.”
Billy tightens his grip on you, lifting you up into his arms and twirling you both around. You squeal when your feet leave the floor, and you cling tightly onto Billy’s shirt.
“We better start practicing our dancin sweetheart.” You laugh at the excited look on his face. He sets your feet back down on the floor, and you hold a hand out to him. He raises a brow at you, as you ask,
“Mr Russo, may I have this dance?” He grins at you.
“Why of course, future Mrs Russo.” A giddy rush floods through you every time he calls you that. The song certainly isn’t slow enough for any romantic swaying, and Billy grasps onto you tightly, pulling you against his body as the two of you begin to rock enthusiastically to the rhythm of the song. Billy twirls you around, and you beam at him.
It’s moments like these that Billy truly treasures. He’s never even allowed himself to dream of such things. A loving home, a family of his own. Things other people had always had, but never him. There were times were he thought he wasn’t built for this - for a love like yours. Now, whenever that thought crosses his mind, your presence alone drives it away.
You notice the shift in his eyes, and lean forward to press your lips against his, as a physical reminder of your love for him. He returns the kiss instantly, meeting your lips with increasing enthusiasm. Your hip nudges against the kitchen counter, and you know Billy is tempted by the thought of picking you up and placing you on the counter. If Frank and Karen weren’t coming over soon, you know Billy would have absolutely no qualms about spoiling your dinner in favour of making out on the countertop.
There’s a knock at the front door, but Billy ignores it, preferring to continue working his lips against yours. You tilt your head back, attempting to free your mouth to scold him, though Billy takes this as an opportunity to trail his lips down your neck. You grip a hand into his hair, and there’s a moment where you can’t decide whether you want to tug him away or hold him closer.
“Billy.” You say warningly.
“Yes,” he mumbles through his kisses against your skin. “Sweetheart?”
“There’s someone at the door.”
“Uh huh.” He doesn’t remove his lips as he speaks, and you can feel his grin against your neck. “I noticed.”
“Billy.” You insist, pushing your fingertips against his chest. His body moves with your push, but his lips don’t stray far from you.
“Alright, alright.” He sighs, pulling away from you, only to lean back in to press a hurried series of kisses against your lips. He smiles widely at the sound of your giggles.
“Billy - the door.”
“I’m goin.” He says, curling his fingers around your forearm to steady you as you slide down from the countertop. He presses a kiss to your forehead, before disappearing into the hallway. You can’t shake the smile from your face as you continue the preparations for dinner.
You can hear the sound of Billy opening the front door, and greeting Frank and Karen as they make their way inside. Frank and Billy exchange a few words with one another, though you can’t hear what they’re saying.
Karen ducks her head around the doorway, before making her way over to you with a bottle of wine in her hand. You smile brightly at her, trying to suppress your excitement.
“Hi Karen, how are you?” She smiles back at you as she sets her bottle down on the counter beside you.
“I’m good thanks. Busy as always. How are- What is that?” She reaches out to grasp your hand, and you laugh immediately. She looks up at your face, her mouth parted in delighted shock. Billy and Frank appear in the doorway and you call out,
“Billy she’s noticed already.” Billy smiles widely at you, as Karen turns her head to look between you both as she attempts to process what’s happening. Frank frowns in confusion, but understanding dawns on him when he spots the ring. He grins, slapping a hand over Billy’s back.
“Finally. I’d almost forgotten, with how long you took.” You frown at Frank,
“Wait, you knew Billy was going to propose?”
“Course I did. Who d’you think helped him pick that out?” He remarks, nodding towards your ring. Your heart warms at the thought of Frank and Billy visiting the jewellers to pick out the perfect ring for you. And it is perfect.
“Thank you Frank.” You say, stepping into his arms. He freezes for a moment, as he feels your arms wrap around his middle, but his arms soon curl around you, and he squeezes you affectionately. You know how deep Frank and Billy’s friendship runs. Billy looks up to Frank like an older brother. When you turn around Billy is leaning his hip against the kitchen counter, regarding you with a wide smile, affection shining in his eyes. You smile back at him, as you cherish a brief moment together holding each other’s gaze.
You glance back at Frank and Karen, before asking with a smile,
“Has Billy shown you his new car yet?”
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You’re busy reading something on your phone when you hear the front door open. There’s the jingle of Billy’s keys as he discard them on the cabinet in the hallway. You look up from your phone when he appears in the doorway. He leans his shoulder against the frame, meeting your eyes from where you’re sitting on the couch. You offer him a small smile, which he returns, but you can see there’s something on his mind. He crosses the room to join you on the couch.
“Hey.” You say softly, as he lifts up your legs and places them over his lap.
“Hey.” He echoes, resting his hands on your legs as he gets comfortable beside you. You’re both quiet for a moment, as Billy keeps his gaze on the floor. You wait for him to mention whatever it is that is playing on his mind. It doesn’t take long for him to tell you. “Went to see my mom today.” He squeezes his palm over your knee, before rubbing up and down over your calf as he stares down at the floor. He moves his gaze up to your face, finding you regarding him with a gentle expression.
“How was she?” You ask quietly, and he shrugs lightly.
“Same as usual.” He pauses for a long moment, his eyes still on you as he adds, “I told her about you.” You swallow hard, trying to suppress the emotion welling in your throat.
Shifting slightly on the couch, you drape your arm on the back of the couch, your fingers rubbing gently over his shoulder. With your touch, some of the tension melts from him and a small smile tugs at his lips.
“I told her all about the beautiful girl I was plannin on makin my wife.” You smile softly at him. His gaze becomes unfocused again, as he continues, “I told her how I wish she could meet you, wish she could be there on our day. I wish she’d given me the chance to show her everything I’ve done - everything I am.”
“Billy-“ you start, sensing the direction his thoughts are heading in, but he continues.
“I just wish she’d given me the chance to show her that I was worth it. You know?” You can see the pain in his eyes. He acts nonchalant about his parents, but deep down you know that the fact that his mother abandoned him still hurts. You smooth your fingers over the fabric of his suit jacket. He always dresses up to go on his visits to the hospital, as if he has to prove himself.
“It’s not my place to assume, and no one will ever know exactly why she did what she did.” You begin, conscious of Billy listening to your every word.
Watching his body language carefully, you shift closer to him. You don’t meet his eyes, knowing that he needs some time to process what you’re saying without any pressure. So, you smooth over the nonexistent creases in his suit, knowing that he’s studying every inch of your face in an attempt to decipher the meaning each of your words.
“But I like to think that she wanted you to have a better life than what she could have given you.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and his hold on your knee tightens. “And yeah, it was pretty shitty. And I wish that you could have grown up differently, and had everything you deserved.”
His eyes slide up to meet yours briefly, and your heart aches at the sight of the tears welling there. You look away as you continue speaking,
“But as rough as it was, it made you the Billy Russo that I fell in love with. So whilst it wasn’t good, something incredibly good came out of it all.” You tap your finger against his chest for emphasis, the soft fabric of his navy blue tie beneath your skin. When you lift your eyes up to his, you find a tear making its way down his cheek. Your expression softens, and you wipe it away tenderly. His fingers curl around your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek, and you brush your thumb delicately over his skin.
He removes his hand from your knee to cup your face. His doesn’t meet your eyes, keeping his focus on the motion of his thumb over your cheek as he mimics your actions. Billy leans forward, wrapping his arms around you, to pull your body flush against his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder, melting into his touch. His hands don’t stop moving. They smooth over your thighs, squeeze your hips, and run up your spine. As if he’s simultaneously trying to ground himself, and memorise every inch of you.
Billy shivers when he feels your nose brush against his cheek, the movement drawing him out his thoughts.
“Thank you.” He breathes out, as he rests his forehead against your temple.
“You don’t have to thank me.” You remind him softly. “Never for this.” He sniffles slightly, before shifting you in his arms to meet your eyes. He presses a kiss to the side of your face, and you meet his eyes, relieved to find the sadness has faded from their depths. His nose brushes against your cheek, before he asks,
“What were you up to this morning?” A small smile creeps over your face, and Billy is soon smiling too.
“You know how we were thinking of choosing a wedding song each?” He nods, encouraging you to continue. “Well, I found some vinyls that you can personalise, with twenty minutes worth of space on each each side. So, I was thinking we could each fill a side with songs and we could play it on your record player for our first dance.” Billy plays with a strand of your hair as you talk, his eyes shining at the sight of you looking so eager. He kisses the tip of your nose, before smiling at you.
The events of the Punisher season one are the same, with Billy betraying Frank, and the showdown at the carousel which leaves Billy scarred.
When he wakes up, the majority of his memories are intact though he feigns amnesia to manipulate his therapist - Dr Durmont.
He’s familiar with people using him to achieve their own means, and he can see that Durmont is slowly becoming infatuated with him.
So, once he’s broken out of the hospital he seeks out Durmont who provides him with a place to stay, and access to a number of other former soldiers which he recruits into his business.
From there, Billy rebuilds his empire.
He picks up contacts he knew through Rawlins, establishing himself as a name in the weapons smuggling business.
He makes his money, buying more and more of the city, until he owns a number of clubs and hotels, establishing his territory clearly.
Durmont was a means to an end, though there were times where Billy believed her words. That she was the only one who would ever look out for him.
He kills her himself. As a statement to her, and himself, that he doesn’t need anyone to look out for him.
Then you appear.
You work for the FBI or some other government agency.
You had heard about the nickname he had earned from the scars on his face - Jigsaw. No one ever called him Billy. It was Mr Russo, or Jigsaw. He had any images of him wiped from as many databases as possible. Aside from an old grainy photo from his time in Afghanistan, you didn’t know what he looked like.
You were impressed by how quickly he had established himself in the city’s underground activity. Of course, that meant your workload increased, so you weren’t too impressed.
It was after yet another fruitless raid on a warehouse by the docks, when you receive the first phone call from him.
At first, you’re terrified. He’s remarkably casual as you talk - though in truth he does the majority of the talking - his voice is smooth and light and you find yourself still reeling hours later. You’re wary as you walk home that night, constantly looking over your shoulder.
In his next phone call, he assures you that he doesn’t mean you any harm. Which only proves that he was watching you the other night. You’re not sure whether you’re actually reassured by that.
The next time you’re tired and stressed when he calls, and you end up snapping at him. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re frozen in fear. But then he laughs softly, a genuine laugh that you’ve never heard from him before.
From that point onwards, you accept that he’s too clever for you to actually catch him, and he certainly isn’t going to stop his phone calls, so you might as well enjoy the company.
Billy grows attached to you quite quickly. He ensures your safety, buying your apartment building through a few of his subsidiary companies. He keeps tabs on you, sometimes even tailing you himself just to make sure you’re safe.
Part of him wants to keep you at a distance. He doesn’t want to rely on anyone. Now that he’s finally fought his way to the top again, he can’t afford to have a weakness. Even though he won’t admit it, he’s also afraid of your rejection. Whilst you seem to be warming up to him, you haven’t seen his face. He’s convinced himself that, should you see his face, your interest in him will turn to disgust.
Whilst you’re curious about his scars, you’re far too occupied by the fact that you might be falling for this incredibly dangerous criminal. Which will put your career, and entire life in jeopardy.
A soft smile tugs at your lips as you nuzzle your face into the crook of Billy’s neck. The diamond ring on your finger twinkles in the morning light as you slide your hand over his chest. His breathing shifts slightly, and he hums happily in response to your touch. His lashes flutter open and his dark eyes land on your face.
“Good morning Mr Russo.” You coo softly. A sleepy smile spreads over his face.
“Good mornin, soon to be Mrs Russo.”
Your hand trails up his chest to ruffle through his bedhead. He wraps one of his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. His lips are soft against yours as he holds you tight. Billy slides his hands down your body, squeezing your hips as they rock against his. Your hand grasps a fistful of his hair and he moans into your kiss. He presses his hand against the small of your back, as you grind your hips down on him. His teeth tug down on your lower lip, drawing a moan from the back of your throat.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathes out, hands sliding down to squeeze at your cheeks. You nuzzle your nose against the side of his neck and press a trail of kisses along his throat. One of his hands slips through the hair at the back of your neck, keeping your lips in place against his skin. You nip lightly at his collarbone, and he groans, grasping at your panties.
Withdrawing your hands from him, you hook your fingers under the edge of your shirt - Billy’s shirt - and tug it over your head before casting it aside. His eyes widen with awe, as he takes in the sight of you. A sight he’s more than familiar with, but he reacts the same every time. He lifts your hips up, sliding your panties down, and you do the same to him, tugging at his boxers.
“Can’t wait to call you my wife.” He rasps, his voice still thick with sleep.
His hand snakes down your body, and you rock your hips against his fingers. His finger circles your clit and you press your forehead against his shoulder as you gasp.
“You know what I’m gonna do, sweetheart?” You shake your head heavily, your hands grasping at his biceps as you grind against his fingers. His smiles at the blissful look on your face, as you melt into his touch. “Gonna make my beautiful fiancée cum all over my fingers.” You gasp again as he presses harder against your clit, increasing the pressure of his circles. “You like the sound of that baby?” You nod several times before a whine escapes your lips. He hushes you gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The pace of his finger speeds up, as does your breathing. He watches your face as you gasp and writhe, your body pressed hard against his.
He dips his head down to brush his lips against your neck, nipping lightly at the warm skin there as he murmurs,
“Y’know you were whinin in your sleep last night, sweetheart.” Blood rushes to your face as you register his words. “Havin sweet dreams about your future husband?” Your nails bite into the skin of his biceps as you cling to him, another wave of pleasure rolling through your body.
“Billy please.” You whisper. With his free hand, he hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. He takes in every inch of your face, eyes wide in pleasure, parted lips ready to cry out his name.
“Go on sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Your head drops back down to press against his shoulder as you approach your climax. Whispered gasps of his name reach his ears and he speeds up his motions, pushing you over the edge. A broken moan spills from your lips, and Billy helps to work your body through the aftershocks. You’re panting against his skin as the cozy gaze of pleasure clouds over your mind and body.
Billy leans down to kiss you, and you meet his lips eagerly with a soft moan.
“I love you.” He whispers, and you smile widely at him.
“Love you too.” You echo softly, your left hand smoothing over his bicep, rubbing carefully at the crescent prints left by your nails. Billy shivers at your touch, your tender motions warming his heart, and the chill of your engagement ring against his flushed skin. Your hand moves up to his shoulder, squeezing lightly at the muscles there. He raises a brow at you, but you ignore it, keeping your focus on your hand as it slides over his chest. Your fingers brush delicately over his stomach, and his breathing hitches.
It’s only when your fingers curl around his cock, do your eyes finally lift up to meet his. Billy’s eyes are always dark, with hidden depths buried in them. But as you begin to move your hand, his gaze darkens even further, his pupils blown wide with pleasure.
You watch as he throws his head back against the pillows with a groan, followed by a whisper of your name. With his throat bared, you take the opportunity to trail your lips over his skin. As you suck marks into the tender skin of his throat, you alternate the speed of your thrusts, drawing loud moans from his lips as he bucks his hips into your hand.
His fingers curl around your wrist, not seeking to control your motions, just needing something to hold onto. His other hand grasps the back of your head, tightening in your hair when you speed up. His entire body shudders as you run your tongue along the column of his throat.
“Sweetheart please.” He begs, his voice breaking slightly. You shush him tenderly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sucking lightly on his earlobe. He moans at the feeling of your hot mouth on his skin. “Please.”
You nuzzle your nose against the side of his face and he gasps as you tighten your fingers around his cock. You continue to kiss over his neck and face, stopping for a moment to murmur against his ear,
“I’ve got you honey. Let me take care of my future husband.” He swears under his breath at your words, clenching his jaw hard. You kiss along his jawline, encouraging him to relax under your touch. His breathing shifts into erratic gasps as he approaches his own climax. His hand tightens in your hair, tugging your lips to meet his. You increase the pace of your hand, swallowing each of his moans with the kiss. He squeezes the back of your neck hard and you moan alongside him. You’re both gasping, foreheads pressed together as he nears the edge. You continue to press firm kisses against his lips, until his head tips back and he spills into your hand with a cry of your name. After ensuring he feels every last second of pleasure, you withdraw your hand, leaving him with his chest still heaving as he comes down from his high.
When Billy finds the strength to lift his head up, he sees you cleaning your hand with your tongue, lapping at his release. He can see the mischief in your eyes - you know exactly what you’re doing to him. A mixture between a laugh and a groan escapes his throat, as he meets your eyes, before he flops his head back against his pillow. It’s only a brief moment before your body is sliding over his, and your lips meet in an affectionate kiss. You both smile at one another.
“I love you.” You whisper against his lips. Billy wraps his arms around you, pressing your body firmly against his.
“Love you too sweetheart.” You rest your head in the crook of his neck, tracing small patterns over his shoulder with your fingertips. He smiles down at you softly as you trace over the scars there carefully. You press a soft kiss there and Billy tightens his hold on you.
“We planning on staying here all day?” You remark lightly and Billy nods with a soft grin.
“Absolutely.” Your own smile widens as you settle down beside him with a shrug.
“Okay then.” Billy laughs softly, and leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. With a contented sigh, you rest your head against his chest, your eyes fluttering closed to enjoy this quiet moment with your fiancé.
Billy tugs at the collar of his shirt for the third time in the last half an hour. He’s been to the bathroom twice already, and you have a feeling he’ll be up there again soon. You lean against the wall of the hallway, waiting patiently for him. Part of you is worried that you’ll miss your reservation, but the majority of you is more concerned by Billy’s behaviour.
He adjusts his tie again, his brows creased in worry as he stares at his reflection in the mirror that hangs over the cabinet.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, and he frowns. His mouth parts, though no words come out. He can’t tell you that it’s nothing, but he certainly can’t tell you what it is that’s making him so nervous. You watch him falter and step closer, resting your hand against his forearm in reassurance. “We don’t have to go out tonight. You know I’d be happy with you anywhere.”
His eyes soften, and his throat bobs as he takes in your words. He shakes his head,
“No I still wanna go, it’s just…” He trails off, his hand running through his hair as he looks away from you again. He hadn’t looked at you often this evening. You raise your brows questioningly at him, waiting for him to continue.
He draws in a shaky breath, and you hold onto his arm tighter. His nerves are most definitely being picked up by you. Very few things actually manage to shake Billy, and you can’t imagine what’s going on in his head. You can only hope that he’s willing to tell you. He swallows hard, before muttering a soft,
“Fuck it.” Your frown deepens as he moves towards the coat stand, rummaging through the pockets of his coat. He pulls something out, holding it tightly in his hand before he turns back to you.
Confusion is written all over your face. Understanding hits you when Billy gets down on one knee in front of you. Tears well in your eyes, and you press your hand to your mouth when he opens up the box, revealing a beautiful ring that sparkles despite the tears blurring your vision.
“Sweetheart,” he says softly at the sight of your tears. He hates it when you cry. He breathes out a small laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood despite the pounding in his chest. “I haven’t even asked you yet.”
“Just ignore it.” You insist, gesturing to the tears on your cheeks. “Carry on.” He holds his hand out for you, and you take it. He gives you a reassuring squeeze, ignoring the fact that you’re both shaking.
His smile is wobbly, full of emotion, as he clears his throat.
“I’ve never actually been to a wedding.” He admits. “Frank was already married when I met him, and I’ve never had any close friends or family to invite me to one. So, I’ve never really given the whole thing much thought in my life.” He pauses, looking up at you. “But for the last few months it’s been all I can think about.”
Your breathing catches at the thought of Billy dreaming about marrying you. Of course you imagined him in your future. But the thought of it being on Billy’s mind makes you love him even more.
“Been thinkin about how beautiful you’d look walkin down the aisle. Of tryin out cake flavours, and pickin flowers, and lookin at venues with you.” His fingers tighten their hold on yours, as he stares up at you. “Thinkin about havin you as my wife. Showin you off at the reception. Dancin all night, and makin love to you until the morning.”
Love and affection blooms in your chest, as you imagine everything Billy is describing. Your heart longs for it. His smile widens as he says,
“Wakin up beside my Mrs Russo. Cause there’s nothin in the world that would make me happier than bein your husband.” He adjusts his hold on the box slightly, and your eyes slide from his face to the glistening ring in his hand. “Will you marry me?”
You nod hurriedly through your tears, before managing to say,
“Yes I will, Billy.” He beams at you, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it shakily onto your finger. “I love you so much.” You choke out, and Billy stands up, immediately pulling you against his chest.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
His hands smooth over your sides, and you press your cheek against his chest as you wrap your arms around his waist. After a moment of holding you, he steps back. You look up at him as the two of you beam at one another. He cups your face in his hands, kissing away the tear stains from your cheeks. His thumbs swipe the remainder of your tears as he stares down adoringly at you.
“You still wanna go out tonight?” He asks you gently. “I’d be happy with you anywhere.” He adds, echoing your words from earlier. You nod, smiling up at Billy as you wrap your fingers around each of his wrists as he holds your face. You lean forward, pressing your lips against his. He tugs you forward, and you rest your hands against his chest. You smooth one hand up to curl into his hair. He hums contentedly as your fingers squeeze lightly over the muscles at the nape of his neck. One of Billy’s arms wraps around your waist, and he tugs you closer, pressing your chest against his.
“We might have missed our reservation.” You remark lightly and Billy breathes out a laugh.
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Billy holds the door of the restaurant open for you and you smile at him as you walk through the entrance. Turning back to wait for Billy, he’s by your side in an instant, looping an arm around your waist to pull you against him. He nudges your side with his hip, nodding towards the host. You smile widely and say,
“Reservation under Russo.” Billy beams beside you. After checking through his list, the host smiles at you with a nod.
“Right this way Mr and Mrs Russo.” You both share a delighted look as you follow the host to your table. The host picks up on the excitement between you both.
“Newlyweds?” He asks. Billy regards you with a proud smile before saying,
“Newly engaged.”
“Very recently.” You add with a small laugh.
“Congratulations.” You both thank him, as you reach your table.
Billy pulls out your chair for you immediately. The host offers you a complimentary bottle of champagne, pouring you both a glass before leaving you to read through the menu. Meaning that you and Billy are alone again. You can’t shake the excitement from your expression and Billy smiles again at the sight of you so happy - all because of him.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, referring to the wedding. You nod eagerly.
“Yes. Absolutely. Will it be soon?” You ask, and he nods taking a drink of his champagne.
“As soon as you want it sweetheart.” You smile widely, adding softly,
“I can’t wait to marry you.” He regards you fondly.
“Can’t wait to marry you too.” You look down at your menu and Billy follows suit. “I was thinkin of askin you here.” He says casually. He’s a lot more relaxed now that he’s asked you - and that you’ve said yes. You look around at the fancy restaurant smiling at the thought of Billy wanting to take you somewhere special for tonight. “But then I got worried.” You frown lightly,
“Why?”
“We hadn’t talked about marriage. Well, we did but that was a while ago, and it wasn’t about us gettin married.” You feel a little surprised that Billy remembered such a casual conversation between the two of you. “I thought, if I asked you at home, you wouldn’t feel pressured. We could talk about it, if it was something you didn’t want right now, or ever.”
Your smile fades a little as your affection for Billy tugs at your heartstrings. He watches your eyes soften as you look at him, and he’s overwhelmed by the fact that you’re all his.
“You really are perfect, you know that?” You say earnestly. He shakes his head.
“Far from it.” You raise your brows at him, and he gives you a sheepish smile. Neither of you will ever stand for the other putting the self down.
“Well you’re perfect for me.” You concede, and Billy rests his upturned hand on the table, waiting for yours. You link your fingers together, and Billy squeezes them gently before his thumb begins to trace patterns over the top of your hand. He tugs your hand up to meet his lips, pressing a tender kiss against each of your knuckles. You can see the emotion welling in his eyes, knowing how much your show of love means to him.
Sometimes, there’s this thing that happens and a request grows a mind of it’s own, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. This is what happened here, and the culprit is @something-tofightfor, who snatched up this image prompt and made a request before anyone else had the chance:
This one is something a little differently than I’ve done before, and with that being said, it’s quite the ride, but a fun one! Here, we see Billy as a Marine, and over a decade later, as a TBI patient. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy– there’s a lot more to come in this one!
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Billy smiled like he’d never seen the atrocities of war. He grinned, and he showcased perfectly straight, unnaturally white teeth. His expression always reached his eyes, dark eyelashes framing his lids and accentuating the slight upturning of the corner of each, the left and the right. His jaw, strong and angular, could cut glass. Billy Russo was so organically gorgeous, so naturally photogenic, it was frustrating.
“People spend all of their money and years of their lives to maybe get photographed for a damn JC Penney catalog, yet here you are putting zero effort forth and looking like this.” You stopped fanning the instant Polaroid, took one more look, and rolled your eyes, offering the photograph to Billy. “Take a look, George Clooney.”
Billy smirked and plucked the photo from your fingers, giving it a quick glance before handing it back. “Imagine how much better they’d come out if you let me buy you a real camera. What’s your brand, Y/N? Nikon? Canon?” Billy turned toward you, his palms skimming down the length of your arms. “You want somethin’ digital?”
You cocked your head at Billy. His hands had dropped to your hips. “Polaroid. Classic. I’m all about instant gratification, Russo.”
Billy laughed in a deep timbre, pulling you closer and into a lingering hug. “One day,” he spoke into your hair. “When you grow into having patience… patience waiting for me until that next time I come home… I’m buying you that camera.” His New York accent was coming through strong, and that tended to happen when Billy really believed in something. You tightened your arms that were circled around his middle and pressed your cheek to Billy’s chest, listening for his heartbeat.
As you listened to that rhythm, your face fell and your posture deflated with your exhale. You slumped your shoulders and your arms dropped from Billy’s midsection, but you continued to linger in his arms. He always made sure to speak as if coming back was a guarantee; as if fighting on the front lines in Kandahar was just a normal trip overseas. You swallowed past a lump that had formed in your throat. You wouldn’t succumb to it in front of Billy. Not yet.
He was attuned to your posture, however small the shift in the way you carried yourself may be. Billy was attentive— he knew things about you, little nuances, unconscious mannerisms or habits, why you hated steak fries but loved waffle fries. There was a file in his brain, one specifically dedicated to you. He cared about you, your well-being and your happiness… yourlife. And he was a part of it, an essential part, whether he knew it or not. When he was gone, across oceans and continents and hemispheres, he took that essential part of your life with him.
It wasn’t lost on you that you were long past the falling head-over-heels, missing meals because your thoughts were all- consuming, dreamy-eyed and irrevocably smitten phase of what you had with Billy. You cared about him a lot, maybe more than he cared about you. The two of you had never exchanged “I love you”s; it was very rare and circumstantial the handful of times you or Billy talked about the future. And he’d made nods toward that precarious, never guaranteed place twice in just the last 10 minutes.
Lifting your head, you looked up at him, that woozy feeling of being drunk with one look into his darkened eyes very akin to that intoxicating feeling that came with love. “I’m holding you to that, Lieutenant.”
***** *****
You’d snagged a job with a popular psychiatric publication, and you chalked it all up to luck. Between your blog, business cards, spending all of your free time (and money) advertising, and networking with anyone who’d pay the smallest bit of attention, your name had been mentioned to a person with serious media connections. A random, brief phone call during a leisurely shoot one afternoon in the park resulted in a request for a viewing of your portfolio. Deemed “supremely impressive”, you were hired for a very specific field job.
That was how you ended up at Sacred Saints Hospital, deep in the heart of New York City.
New York was home, yet you’d been away for a good amount of time, traveling to build up your portfolio. The health facility you were to feature in the job you’d be hired for was a well-known facility. Sacred Saints was expansive, offering physical health services—surgery and recovery, intensive care, extensive stay— as well as mental health services and rehabilitation. Your goal for the piece was to photograph a host of mental health-centered techniques and options while still presenting patients as “normal” human beings, human beings that were not untouchable and should not be stigmatized.
The challenge was going to be finding a balance between clear, clinical photos and those of therapy at work versus the personal aspect of mental health care. Whatever got written wasn’t up to you, but one of your niches was getting shots of moments that captured emotion: someone throwing their head back in laughter, a person staring blankly, eyes full with tears of grief. You could only hope those shots would provoke receptive emotions in their viewers. Photography was deeply personal work when allowed to be. It was also a matter of legality in many situations, and this was one of them.
You needed clearance. The publication had kicked things off by securing permissions from the hospital– you’d been issued a temporary badge for security issues, identification and such, and being cleared to enter the wards. The rest of what was required was consent from patients being photographed. The latter was much trickier given certain mental disabilities and the quick unpredictability that came with some personality disorders and brain injuries, but it was necessary, no exception. Day 1 was mostly dedicated to obtaining patient consent.
You treaded lightly. These people were still mothers, sons, sisters, uncles, still human… still people. They had the right of integrity, and you weren’t there to take that from them; you were there to bring awareness to the public, to remind everyone on the outside that the people inside of this facility were no different than those that read the magazine… that humanity is something every person deserves and should be given.
You were satisfied with your work for the afternoon, which had been surprisingly productive. A small stack of patient consent forms had been signed, and if you could get one to two more, you could start with your favorite part of the job– the actual photography– the next day.
Not merely content but happy, you walked along the tile floor of the main corridor with your camera hanging around your neck. The glint of artificial light reflecting off something shiny grabbed your attention; it was a badge on a policeman’s uniform, just above his left chest pocket. You felt a sudden surge of adrenaline. Another deputy appeared from the threshold of what appeared to be the same room and your footsteps quickened, your shoulders and head held higher as you approached them. As far as you’d seen, there were no other rooms guarded by any sort of law enforcement official on the ward. Your mouth was dry in anticipation; you knew you had to get into that room, to do all you could to coerce the patient to be photographed. It was blatantly obvious they had something no one else at Sacred Saints did, and that something needed to be captured on film. With a professional nod and a smile, you greeted the policemen, showing them your temporary badge of secured access and offering a short summary of what your goal was.
“I did notice you’re the only two officials on the ward,” you added, coming toward the end of your hopefully successful allowed entry of the room to your right. You’d only gotten one quick glance through the square-paned window set in the patient’s door and the only thing you could make out was dark hair, cropped close to the skull.
One of the deputies, a short and stocky male with a no-nonsense expression, eyed you with one raised brow. “We ain’t here for fun, lady. He’s convicted of multiple felonies, including several counts of murder for starters. This ain’t the circus… though the asshole looks like a sideshow freak.” He elbowed his partner in a jovial manner, the two of them snickering.
You narrowed your eyes at both officials, a total lack of any sort of amusement apparent on your face. You were seriously doubting this level of holding guard was necessary, as if these two clowns were serving a purpose standing outside of this person’s room dehumanizing him to a stranger.
“I understand he’s a felon, officer, but the two of you seem like competent individuals.” Taking a long stride to peek more closely into the patient’s room, the taller of the guards stepped in front of you. Holding up your hand, you continued to speak. “It seems he’s restrained to the bed, his arms and legs are strapped like he’s in a straight-jacket. What harm can he possibly do in such a position?”
The steeled look you’d been given by the cop attempting to block you from entering softened marginally as you stated the obvious. The patient couldn’t move from the bed, convicted felon or not. He was utterly powerless.
“You ain’t gonna get nothin’, lady,” the first man you’d encountered piped up. “He claims he got no clue why he’s in here, don’t remember, nothin’.” This policeman’s thick Brooklyn accent gave you some sort of uneasy deja vu, but you couldn’t put together the pieces, what it was a reminder of.
“I just want to ask if I can take his picture. No coercion, a simple yes or no question. It won’t take longer than five minutes, if that long, and you can see the entire interaction if you open those blinds.” There were windows the length of the room on either side, though the view was obstructed by cheap, plastic blinds, drawn so no outside view was available.
Both officers looked extremely bored, ready for you to get out of their hair and scamper away in defeat. You weren’t giving in, and you stood even with them, brows raised just a fraction in anticipation. The cops shared an exasperated glance, and the one standing in your way moved to the side. “We can see all we need through the door, ma’am.”
Of course you can, you thought to yourself bitterly. This man doesn’t have the freedom to move anything more than his head.
“You’re wastin’ your time even askin’.” You turned your head to look blankly to the cop from Brooklyn, his increasingly stupid, know-it-all commentary really starting to irk you.
“It’s my time to waste, officer.” You managed to plaster a forced smile on your face, taking another step toward the door. “I’ll take it from here, thank you.” You spoke to the less obnoxious deputy only. Your hand already on the doorknob, you stepped inside the room within half a second, closing the door with a soft click behind you.
***** *****
He hated being strapped to this goddamnbed. He hated that his goddamnface hurt. He hated that he couldn’t fucking sleep because of those fuckingdreams, and he hated every goddamn thing about this fucking place. The cops guarding his room twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week; the nurses who tiptoed around his room, terrified; that stupid bitch of a doctor who wanted him to finger-paint like he was in kindergarten; that woman who was always at the foot of his bed, just standing there and staring with a self-righteous smirk of contempt and satisfaction. All of it was a living hell, but he hated nothing more than to be strapped to this goddamnbed.
He could hear voices outside his room; the useless cops, no doubt, and also the voice of a female. Everything was muted, words muffled; he couldn’t hear actual words, but he could hear sound and tone. Who was the woman this time? Was it Dr. Dumont? The mystery woman who watched him sleep? A nurse, perhaps? Whoever it was, Billy didn’t want to be bothered or provoked… but maybe whoever it was would unstrap him. He could ask Dr. Dumont, or scare a nurse into asking for him. God, he wanted to walk, he wanted to go to the fucking gym, he wanted to look outside. Anything but these same four, drab walls, the smells and sights and sounds of Sacred Saints hospital.
With a click of his door opening, in walked a woman he’d not seen before. Who is this? Billy was in thought immediately, but the question he’d asked himself didn’t unnerve him that much anymore. People were always in and out; some repeat offenders, some he’d never seen before and would probably never see again, if he had any luck in his new joke of a life. But the one person that should have been there, that was never there, was Frank– his best friend, his brother, the only family he’d ever had. Where is Frank?
Nobody ever answered him. He just continued to wonder, to ask, to hope. Desperately, he attempted to push the question from his mind, peering at the woman who had just entered his room. At least she ain’t a repeat offender.
He’d never seen her before, and through his suspicion and wariness, he didn’t fail to notice that that she was extremely attractive. In another life, he’d stride over to her, get her number, and her legs would be wrapped around him that same night. She’d be writing beneath him, screaming his name. In another life, Billy,he thought bitterly.In another life.
***** *****
There was already a small pit of sympathy that had settled deep down in your chest. This man had obviously done some terrible things, but who knew what had been haunting his mind then, what was haunting it now. There were no excuses that needed to be made for him, but to be talked about and ridiculed by men of the law that stood just outside his door… that would be dehumanizing for anyone.
As you opened the door cautiously, stepping inside in the same fashion, you kept a shadow of a smile on your face and somehow kept it from faltering. Not because he was confined, strapped to his bed— you’d seen that through that small excuse of a window paned with plastic in his door— but because there wasn’t a man looking at you as you’d expected; it was a phantom.
A stark white, generic plastic mask was pulled down over his face, and all you could see that reminded you that this was indeed a human being were his short spikes of black hair. And as you got closer, you felt your heart quicken at the stark contrast of inky black and blinding white between eyes and mask.
You kept your wits about you, but couldn’t help but think how badly you wanted those cops to be wrong, how badly you wanted and needed a photo of this man— how this was what you felt deep in your soul that you were trying to convey. This opportunity was fated; nothing this perfect happened by chance.
Just as you spoke a hello, a loud rapping at the door interrupted your pending introduction and in walked an older woman, wearing scrubs, clogs on her feet that squeaked over the flooring with each step. She held a small paper medicine cup in one hand, a drink of water in the other. She set both down on a bedside table.
“Time to get you out of this.” She reached out and roughly tugged at the restraints, a deafening sound of the pulling back of more Velcro than you’d ever seen in your lifetime. The man in the bed pushed himself up, still not saying a word as he was given medication. “The Tylenol you requested.” With a turning of his head, the man lifted his mask just enough for a quick swallowing of the pills, still revealing nothing. As he turned back to face you, he rolled his neck to the right, then the left. You briefly wondered what the mask meant to the patient as the nurse took his trash. Nodding at you briskly, she quickly left the room, leaving the two of you alone.
The stranger in front of you was tall, the length of the bed he lay in, and rail thin— skeletal, even. There was nothing imposing about him, no danger or peril in the air. From the little you’d seen, you couldn’t imagine this man as being dangerous at all, much less a felon, a murderer. But he was quiet— so quiet. Not one utterance, one word, one sound since you’d entered the room. You wondered if this was a tactic, a technique, or a result of his TBI.
Greeting him again, you got down to business by introducing yourself, explaining why you were there. “I’m Y/N, and I’m a photographer. I was assigned to take photographs for a periodical, and wanted to ask if you’d mind if I took a few pictures.” You spoke in a professional manner, kept your voice amicable, and spoke at a volume just shy of what you considered “normal”. You felt the need to keep the patient placated, at ease, and you wanted the cops to hear nothing you said.
“I have a release form, I’d just need your name and signature, and if you choose, your photo won’t have to be captioned and your name never mentioned. I only need the information for your release. Nothing more.” You gestured to the clipboard you held, the thin stack of release forms secured there, and tried not to look as hopeful as you felt.
This could be it— the photo, the one that would give you more exposure, and more importantly, the one that would evoke emotion and draw readers in. The humanity and recognition for these patients that you were initially working to capture could very well be debunked by this one photo of a man who was desperately trying to shroud his humanness. Then again, the obvious contrast could be striking. That, however, was ultimately left up to the writer.
Your attention was captured as the man in the bed slowly tilted his head to the side, regarding you through the cut-out eye holes of the plastic mask. The color of his eyes were jarring, almost black, and they bored into you with a type of intensity you’d never encountered before. Your pulse quickened and you could feel the pounding of your heart against your chest. He’s convicted of multiple felonies, including several murders for starters. You remembered the policeman with the Brooklyn accent, his warning, and just as you felt a cold, creeping fear crawling up your spine, you remembered the rest of what had been said: This ain’t the circus, even though the asshole looks like a circus freak. Your fear twisted into determination, and you didn’t shy away from his stare; in fact, your posture shifted as you stood up straighter, never looking away from this masked man.
“You got a pen?” The voice was muffled by the barrier of his mask, the tone was deep and rough from disuse. He also had somewhat of a Brooklyn accent and his voice sounded vaguely familiar… you rationalized that you didn’t know this person, and perhaps the voice just reminded you of that arrogant prick of a cop you’d had the pleasure of meeting just outside. In response to his question, however, your triumph skyrocketed. You knew your emphatic nod was eager.
“Yes, right here.” You calmly took the few steps to his bedside, keeping in mind to not ambush a TBI patient with sudden movement. Holding out the clipboard, you referenced points of the release to be filled in with the pen he’d asked for. “All I need is your name, printed here, today’s date, and your signature here. This second box can be checked, stating you do not want to be identified as the subject of this photo at any time.”
He took the pen and clipboard and you began to toy with your camera, adjusting the focus, the drive mode, and the aperture. Your fingers were quick, working deftly, and you peeked once through the viewfinder for verification. In the silence of the room, you heard the faint sound of pen scratching over paper, and then, the clipboard was raised, pen laid on top. Holding back a beaming smile was difficult, but you managed as you were given back the clipboard, this time with a signed release.
“Thank you, Mr—“ You glanced down at the information he’d given you, and your heart seized in your chest. William Russo. It was there in clear print, block letters you recognized from your past, a signature so familiar you’d know it anywhere… the certain curving of the R and perfect circle of the O. Your stomach lurched and a wave of nausea washed over you, and then, your voice was stolen and replaced with his own as he finished for you.
This request features CEO and founder of Anvil, Billy Russo, ruminating on life and other things, and who doesn’t want another peek into this mastermind’s brain? The request for this was made by the amazingly fierce @gollyderek as follows:
As a disclaimer, I delved into this having every intention to somehow get Billy Russo into a fluffy situation, but this was the outcome. Either way, I hope y’all like what I’ve come up with. Thank you for reading!
Billy stood straight as a rod, shoulders squared and chin slightly lifted. He held a glass tumbler of amber brandy in one hand, sipping leisurely as he looked out at the New York skyline from the large picture windows that presented quite a view, casting varying streams of sunlight and shadow over the hardwood flooring of his penthouse. Silhouette outlined with sunlight, an ethereal glow was cast along the planes of his body. He’d already discarded his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his pristine, white button- up, Hermès tie still in a perfect Windsor knot at the base of his neck.
Narrowing his eyes, Billy peered at a flash of color that caught his eye. Following the slow floating of a hot air balloon far in the distance, he lifted his brandy to his lips, drinking the remainder of what had been left. Fucking Central Park idyllic tourist bullshit. His lip curled in disdain as he continued to stare, only turning away long enough to pour more Courvoisier from his decanter.
It had been a fuck of a long time since he’d thought about you. You, with your smile that rivaled his, your deep dimples and long, black eyelashes. You, with your laugh that sounded like the music of a wind chime, thick hair that always gave off a slight scent of apple from your shampoo. You, with your never ending legs, your perfect ass, your heels that dug into his back as he rolled his hips into yours; you, who could make him twitch just by moaning his name.
He knew he had to stop fucking you when he kept having the invasive thought that it wouldn’t be terrible if you stayed overnight. He knew he had to avoid you; he’d taken you as his plus-one to several high-profile events, and he began to think of you as his date instead of jaw-dropping eye candy on his arm that he’d discard after the gala was over and the sex was done. Billy was having thoughtsandurges that he refused to give into. He had to leave you by the wayside because those ideas you’d put into his head without words were dangerous.
Billy had never shied away from danger; he seeked it, encouraged it. He craved danger, it was the only element in his life that he needed. Danger was always there, never a disappointment. It was an integral part of his work, and it wasn’t left at Anvil. When he came home, on the rare instances when he was off-duty, danger followed. It was like a second shadow Billy carried with him.
Danger… Billy lived it. But the danger you brought along with you wasn’t the version Billy had ever encountered. He’d never allowed himself to get involved in love. It was an obstacle that would do nothing but get in his way. He was a very busy, very rich workaholic. Love would get in the way of his work, his reputation, the lifestyle he’d built for himself and enjoyed. Love would push aside the prospect of other women moaning his name while gripping his sheets.
Even if Billy entertained the idea of love— which he didn’t— he absolutely knew that he didn’t have the capacity. He was emotionally unavailable, and as charming as he was, he was aware of the emptiness in his eyes, every day, during his morning routine, looking in the mirror as he deftly tied a flawless Windsor knot just before smoothing gel into his hair. He had no reaction to the vacancy there; it was the very antithesis of the wild, inky black, almost maniacal hatred that consumed his eyes during and after completing a task that had to be done. A self-satisfied look a grandiosity followed, but the impassibility eventually returned.
He was born unloved by a father he never knew and a mother— only in a strict, biological sense, nothing more— who loved meth more than she ever thought about loving her son. Billy had never felt love and was incapable of giving something he’d never had.
Billy inhaled deeply through his nose. He rolled his neck side-to-side, shrugged each shoulder in an attempt to reset himself. He exhaled slowly but felt his jaw flex, his nostrils flare in irritation and disgust. The ice in his tumbler was melting into the brandy, diluting it’s kick. After one more long sip, he turned and walked away from the window, the view, that fucking hot air balloon carrying nothing but delusion.
He would have rented one of those, maybe, if you’d asked him to, for an anniversary or birthday or something to do on a Friday night. He could have, but he didn’t. Billy Russo had to stay grounded, present, waiting, calculating, succeeding. Fuck if he’d ever contemplate the allowance of abandoning those things and losing his head for any sort of clouding in his mind. It was entirely unfathomable. The danger that sank its claws into Billy and attached itself to his life with permanence was ground-level, and as he turned to walk away, it was there, large and distorted, looming in front of him. Danger was the one thing that preceded Billy. And Billy always followed.
Here is the result of this request in which you’ll get a peek into the mind of Billy Russo before it became broken. This one took a lot of deliberation because our Billy is a lot more than just a pretty face! As always, thank you for reading (and thanks to @luminex3 for the request). Enjoy!
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The scent that surrounded him was overwhelming.
Billy Russo was dressed in all black, tucked away several meters into the forest. The sun was struggling to rise above the horizon, held hostage by lurid, impenetrable ashen fog. The air was thick and moist, holding the promise of eventual rain, but what really struck Billy above all else was the smell.
He was acclimated to overcast days in New York, the drizzle of summer rain that brought smoke steaming off asphalt; in contrast, winter’s unrelenting sleet or snow so violent, it stung your skin. He was used to the terrain in Kandahar, the rocky clay under his boots, earth split from a combination of stark under-hydration and scorching heat… the almost immediate temperature change between dry, blistering heat to numbingly raw cold. Sand pelting skin courtesy of a dust storm was nothing compared to the punishment of nightfall in the desert.
But this place, thick with vegetation and moist with dew, stunk of bitter, wet earth. The pungent smell of wood rot was so strong it was almost assaulting. It completely surrounded Billy, and he sniffed with a curled lip, waiting as some of his crew remained in the cabin, golden light from large windows glowing in the distance.
It was another job on home soil, which was exactly what Billy wanted for Anvil; the specific job a security mission for the wealthy, a family whose patriarch was dipping his toes into politics. Billy had met with the man at an earlier date, discussing options and having a walk-through of the cabin alone. Now that the mission was being carried out, he’d come out with his crew periodically when he wasn’t at the office. Sometimes he’d choose to work alongside them, and other times, he’d hang low and observe. It gave him security that he’d hired the best of the best, that none of his employees were cutting corners… and it gave him time to think.
Sometimes, too much goddamn time led to too much goddamn thinking.
Undetectable in his dark clothing, he leaned back against the trunk of an old pine tree, its bark scratching roughly at the back of his shirt. Crossing his arms over his chest, Billy fought to keep his mind clear and focused as he narrowed his eyes at the faraway glow of artificial light through the fog. In the quiet stillness of early morning, the collective buzzing of crickets fading away to a silent reprieve just before the birds started their dawn chorus, he was alone with his thoughts. There was no one there to ask or pry, and so Billy conceded to allow his mind to wander. Still gazing toward the vacation cabin shrouded in a dismal grey, the thought tucked away in the faraway corners of his mind crept into the forefront. Billy wondered if he could ever live a life likened to the dawn.
He wondered if he could settle into a life where he had the leisure to sit outside with a cup of black coffee and watch the sun rise, not while on alert in the desert or going through his morning routine— just being. He wondered if he could ever be suited for so-called “normalcy”— a life where the only things dying were flowers on the table or the last burning embers of a fire.
The thought was cut off by the realization that he would never live a Norman Rockwell Americana life— he couldn’t. There was no chance. He was stuck in the life he was blackmailed into, one that was stained by blood and death. There was no room in that for frills like second thoughts or regret.
The first calls of birdsong brought him back to the present, and he pushed his weight from the trunk of the towering pine, straightening his posture. He rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head to the left, then the right. The satisfying cracking of his neck was reminiscent of the sound of a neck snapping before life was cut off by death. There was only the absence of the weight of a corpse thudding onto flooring separating one sound from the other.
Lifting his chin, Billy began his short trek back to clear land, leaving behind him the droplets of dew and scent of molded earth along with the idea of a life he would never live. Yet as he walked, fallen, dead leaves underfoot, Billy once again reconciled with the fact that he needed the life he’d ultimately made for himself. He needed that life as much as it needed him.
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Billy’s hands rose to his face and he pressed a finger over each of his closed eyelids. He stayed that way for long enough for you to notice that his fingernails were no longer pristine and perfectly manicured. His hands almost looked foreign, the hands of a stranger who had been battered and broken; hands that shook as they held an M40 rifle, deafened by the atrocities of war; hands that had, at one time, ran over every inch of your body and resulted in you screaming his name. Those hands rubbed down his scar-ridden cheeks, one falling to his thigh as the other ran over his mouth and chin, bringing your attention to his goatee. Your brows furrowed as the realization hit you— he was unable to grow a beard, not with those deep, puckered wounds that disfigured his face.
He claimed to remember nothing, to be void of any memory over a span of years; Billy thought he was still a Marine, which meant Billy would remember you. You’d known him before his first tour. Just before he left for training, you told him you loved him for the first time of many. He’d never once said it back. Now he was begging for answers, for any shard of information he could grasp onto in hopes he could remember something— anything.
And there you stood, his voice thick with an accent you hadn’t heard so pronounced since beforeechoing in your head: “Why do you love me?”
You sank down into the chair across from Billy and searched for any remnants of his former face. Even his eyes were completely different. They were haunted, yet hungry with the desperation of hope.
“Why do I love you?” You echoed his question and shrugged your shoulders. “I recanted those words when I learned what you did to Frank and his family. You don’t remember, but I do.” You stood back up again, walking to the door. You opened it to let him out. “Why do I love you?” There was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips though you tried to keep it at bay. “I don’t.” You gestured to the door. “Take care, Billy.”
Here, finally, months later is my first fulfilled request from my 200 followers event. 2020 was a shitshow, and my writing fell off the radar, but one of my goals for this year is to get back on track. @the-blind-assassin-12 requested season 1 Billy Russo and image 3 and I hope you all like what I did with it!
Rating:R
Trigger warnings: mentions of weapons and violence
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The phone rings, and it’s the last person you expect… the last person you expect, but a voice you’ll never forget.
“Get out now.”
His voice is hushed but firm, and you can tell he’s speaking through gritted teeth, his jaw flexing. Your heartbeat becomes erratic, and you aren’t sure if it’s a response to hearing his voice or the message he was delivering.
“Billy?”
His voice becomes lower and his New York accent grows stronger in his irritation. his urgency. He speaks your name. “I’m not fuckin’ around here. Get out now. Don’t bring anything with you. There’s a car waitin’.”
With one click, the phone line goes dead.
******
Billy Russo knew the ins and outs of New York City. He knew his way around every borough, the glitz of midtown and the gritty, hidden back alleys of Hell’s Kitchen and Dumbo. He knew where to find a lone pay phone still in working order, desolate and abandoned in areas tucked into shadows, waiting like the bums with hallowed eyes and blood-stained blades. Waiting for the next high, for the bitter, copper taste of blood, conditioned to the unmistakable stench of death. For the adrenaline rush and the power that came with a knife sinking into flesh.
Dressed in all black, he was on Ninth Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen. Many people knew of William Russo, founder and CEO—successful, filthy rich, surrounded by women— one of New York’s elite. What they didn’t know was what was stealthily obscured behind that facade. Billy was a dangerous man, one to be feared. His hands were stained with blood, no matter how scrubbed clean they may be, no matter how perfectly manicured. He was an ex-Marine who was still just as lethal on homeland soil. He was impossible to spot, silent, cat-like, always looking, attacking silently, like a feral animal in the night.
Hyper aware of his surroundings, he strode with an air of confidence and sense of purpose, only stepping onto the filthy sidewalk when he spotted the payphone he was aiming for. Would it be easier to use his personal smartphone? Absolutely. But Billy Russo knew the kind of man William Rawlins was, and the man would have his line tapped. His orders were not to be ignored.
Billy was in hot shit, and so were you. You were the reason He was where he was at this point, standing in front of a payphone in a shitty part of the city—but only halfway. The other half is the reason that Rawlins wanted your head, and Billy refused to kill you.
You knew too much. Soldiers you’d worked with had ties to Anvil. It was through his company that you’d met Billy Russo. You learned too much about what went on behind the scenes, from those who were hand-picked by Billy for reasons quite different than simply contracting private military affairs. You knew things others didn’t, and the bottom line was that you and Billy had formed an alliance. You carefully chose the men he’d need for unofficial business. Billy paid you generously, with money and no-strings-attached sex. And someone had found out and snitched.
By the time he made it to the pay phone, Billy was wide eyed with adrenaline, his chilled jaw clenched with determination. His demeanor was cool and calm; he’d perfected the art of never showing outwardly that he felt unsure, if something may be in jeopardy. One hand reaching for his pocket, he palmed two coins, sliding one after the other into the slot above the receiver. The dial tone blared into his ear. He made the call. And just after his message was delivered and the call was done, a shot rang out.
The deafening sound was followed by a quick flick of Billy’s wrist, the soft clicking of a blade almost discernible in the wake of a bullet’s explosion. He could smell gunpowder. It reminded him of war, both back in Kandahar and here at home, in the streets of New York.
Billy tuned from the payphone, eyes darting around his surroundings. He knew he wasn’t alone, but he also knew he had multiple weapons on his person. He knew he had the advantage of military experience. He knew how to duck into shadows, flatten himself against a building, move quickly and silently.
No, Billy wasn’t alone, but you were. He walked the block and turned right, long legs carrying him swiftly as he walked east, heading for the location he’d chosen for safety.
When he walked inside, you couldn’t believe Billy’s cool demeanor. He exuded confidence and calm, total control and authority, but there was an air of exhilaration about him. His dark eyes met yours for a brief moment. Reaching into the back of his jeans, he pulled out a handgun, setting it down on the one small table in the room. Rolling his neck, tilted his head side-to-side and shrugged his right shoulder. It ached.
He said your name, sank down onto the hard, straight-backed chair across from yours. A trace of a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Which one of your men is the snitch?” His eyes were burning into yours. “I’ve got an arsenal of weaponry, the choice is yours.”
Your smirk matched his as you leaned back in your chair. “A snitch should be silenced, Russo.”
He chuckled in response. The irony was rich. Not only had Rawlins instructed Billy to kill you, but suggested he slit your throat. Flicking his wrist again, he examined the gleaming blade front and back. He had a job to take care of, and on his own terms. Tonight, however, had been taken care of, successfully so, and with one more movement of his wrist, the blade was gone.
This S2 Billy Russo fic was, for all intents and purposes, planned (albeit roughly) to be a New Years’ Eve drabble, simple and maybe a touch angsty and done at about 600 words. The only things that stayed the way I planned? This is S2 Billy Russo, and it takes place on NYE. This one grew a mind of its own, and i’m about 99.5% sure it’s going to turn into an all-out series. There is most certainly angst and a lot more to come. Sorry (but only a little).
This was written by a drabble request from @leannecodes for Billy Russo x reader, with the theme of a guilty kiss (hence the terribly generic titles– not my strong suit!). The end result is more of a shorter one-shot, just under a thousand words, as tends to happen with me. I hope everyone enjoys, and thanks for reading!
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The adrenaline rush was finally starting to taper off, and the inevitable fatigue was on the rise. All Billy wanted to do was shower and sleep, but then, there was you. The slightest shadow of a smile tugged at his lips, yet it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. He was late, by just over 18 hours.. and he’d never called. That’s gonna be the goddamn issue.
Your apartment was closer to the airport than his penthouse, so it was your address he gave the driver. He’d shower and sleep there, maybe with a little fun sandwiched between the two. He’d missed the flushed warmth of your skin, the way your lips parted when you moaned as he took in the sight of you from the space between your thighs as he tasted you.
Billy didn’t allow himself to think about it much, but you were more than just a guaranteed, occasional fuck. There was something about you that kept him coming back for more, and not always for his own personal gain. Billy cared about your safety, and he’d do whatever he had to to ensure that you’d never be in danger. It would have nothing to do with Rawlins, with Anvil, with anything that Billy would do because he had to.Would that make it better, Russo, or worse? He never had an answer to that question and if things went his way, he’d never need to figure it out.
The ride to your apartment was short, the traffic flowing easily due to the hour. Just fifteen minutes and having paid the driver and giving a generous tip, he hoisted one bag over his shoulder and carried the other in his hand. Standing outside your door, he set his bag down long enough to shoot a quick text: Not in the mood for breaking and entering. And Billy waited. Sliding his phone into his back pocket, he lifted his bag again and heard the unlocking of the chain lock, then the deadbolt.
You opened the door to see Billy looking immaculate, his suit not at all rumpled from his flight, not a hair out of place. Keeping your face as expressionless as possible, you looked at him for a long moment. Part of you wanted to hug him for as long as he let you, and the rest of you wanted to slam the door in his face and lock it behind you. You may have been torn in how to react, but you know that your eyes gave you away– you hated to admit it, but you knew– and so you relented, but without a word, pulling the door open wide.
Billy walked inside and closed your door behind him. You breezed past him afterward to re-lock both locks and heard rustling behind you, Billy freeing himself of his bags. You took a moment, making an effort to calm yourself down, but now that Billy was here– finally here– you were livid.
“What the fuck, Billy?” You turned to him with fire in your eyes. For almost 24 hours, you’d been close to physically ill with worry. “You couldn’t just call? You couldn’t have let me know you’d be late, that you weren’t dead?” You knew better than to ask about any details regarding his work; you didn’t want to know. You knew enough, you knew his hands were dirty, and that was as far as you had the desire to involve yourself with that aspect of his life.
Billy had moved to take off his perfectly-fitted suit jacket, but paused instead, and turned to face you. With a sudden flick of his wrist and a soft click, a blade appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and you gasped in shock. “I’m always prepared, Y/N. You don’t need to worry about me.”
Freezing for a moment, the only things moving were your eyes, moving back and forth between the blade and Billy’s face before he flicked his wrist one more time to retract the knife. Finally, he removed his suit jacket, disabling the spring blade, and loosened his tie. He expected to turn around to catch an amused, yet impressed smirk gracing your delicious lips. Instead, you shook your head. “Billy.”
He stood in front of you with just two long strides, not making a sound despite the designer shoes he wore. Lifting your chin upward with his thumb and index finger, he didn’t hesitate meeting you halfway for a kiss. A part of him did feel a touch of guilt for having you worry, but that feeling quickly left. He knew he could make you forget about it entirely. He pressed his lips to yours without any pretense and with urgency. Hands reaching up to cup your cheeks, he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue, tangling his with your own as you obliged, and when he pulled back, you were breathless.
Your chest seized as you attempted to catch your breath. “Russo–”
“Former Lieutenant Russo.” He interrupted you with a smirk. “Scout sniper, Special Forces Marine.”
You turned away from him then, taking a few steps just to turn and face him. “Lieutenant Russo.” You corrected yourself and reached forward to grab the end of his expensive tie, turning again and leading him down the corridor. “You’re not off the hook yet. But it’s your lucky day– I’m going to let you make it up to me.”
You weren’t sure where to buy your new work clothes with the money Billy had given you, but you settled on a store on the high street that you’d never looked at before, knowing you couldn’t afford it. You felt like an imposter stepping inside but you held your chin high.
Leafing through the racks, you had absolutely no idea what to choose. You didn’t want to waste the money and there were so many options to choose from.
“Do you need some assistance?” One of the employees asked - bright and chipper.
Staff are a lot more helpful when they know you have money, you thought to yourself.
“Yes please.” You needed help in making sure you chose the perfect outfits.
She moved through the clothes racks much faster than you, already having an idea of what might suit you. You shared your like or dislike of each piece she picked out and she started to figure out the sort of things you liked, the collection of clothes slowly growing in her hand.
After you’d done a complete circuit of the store, she hung up the clothes in a changing room and left you to it.
The first outfit was absolutely perfect. You’d never owned a pencil skirt that fit you so well. It hugged and accentuated your curves and then fanned out into a miniature fishtail. Equally, your shirt, dyed in your favourite colour, was beautifully tailored and made of such fine silk it almost felt as if you were wearing nothing at all.
Paired with some black heels, the outfit brought you a small sense of confidence when you walked into Anvil headquarters, confidence you don’t think you could have mustered otherwise.
“I’m here for my first day.” You explained to the receptionist. “I’m Billy Russo’s PA?”
Devoid of emotion, she handed you a key card and explained the directions to his office.
“Thank you.” You took the card from her and made your way to the elevator.
You tried to ignore it, but your heart was pounding as you rose to the top floor. Starting a new job was always nerve wracking. Not to mention a job you were severely underqualified for, with a boss who was clearly handcrafted by the Gods.
The elevator dinged and you had half a mind to punch the button that would take you back to the ground floor. No. You’ve got this. You swallowed down your anxieties and stepped outside. Your heels clacked with feigned conviction as you follow the receptionist’s instructions to Billy’s office.
A smile beamed across Billy’s face as you pushed open the door and it immediately put you at ease. You couldn’t help but blush as you caught his eyes dart across your frame, taking in your new outfit.
“Y/N, it’s lovely to see you. I love what you picked out.”
“Thank you. And thanks for the help with the money.”
“Don’t mention it.”
His smile seemed to grow brighter the more he looked at you.
He spoke, “Well I got you a coffee. I’m not sure what you like so I went with an Americano, I hope that’s okay.”
He picked one of the coffee cups up from the desk and held it out for you.
“Thanks, but… isn’t it supposed to be my job to get youcoffee?”
“Right, yes, but it’s your first day and I wanted to get you this.”
It was just a coffee, but you’d never known a man to go out of his way to treat you right before. You must be dreaming.
“That’s so incredibly thoughtful. Thank you.” You took the cup from him. “But I’ll get the coffee next time.”
He reached into his pocket, “Here, you can use this card to pay for all company expenses. You can buy yourself a coffee with it too, and whatever else you fancy.”
“Thank you.” You wondered just how many times you were going to say those words around this man.
His kindness made you feel warm and special, something you hadn’t felt much of. It was a strange feeling to receive so much of this thing that had been largely non-existent in your life. It made you uncomfortable, scared that one day his kindness would tire and your bank of ‘thank you’s would dry up. And so you savoured every ‘thank you’ you could give back to him, memorising each one so you could treasure it later when this would inevitably end up how it always does: you, sad and alone.
***
You grew more comfortable as time went on. You worked hard, harder than you had in any other job before, and you grew to feel like you earned your place there.
And yet this was the least tiring job you’d had before. The work was the perfect level of challenging, which was somehow rejuvenating compared to mindlessly making coffee orders all day, getting yelled at by customers and paid barely enough to survive. Truth be told, the pay check still made you uncomfortable and you had doubts that it was real until your first payment.
You’d stared at your bank account for a good few minutes when your wage had come through, unable to process the reality of those digits. You weren’t too sure what to do with the money. You spent it on some more work outfits, along with some outfits just for yourself. But for the most part, you used it to start paying off your loans. And you found that the weight on your shoulders lightened.
Your mornings remained the highlight of your day. You were a giddy schoolgirl every time you brought Billy a coffee. Always, you would linger, trying to find some ridiculous thing to say just to spend more time with him. He always made it easy for you, calming your nerves and being charming as always.
You had to admit that only made things harder. It was difficult to stop thinking about him during the workday. You’d hoped it would get easier as time went on, but the opposite seemed to be true. You found yourself pressing your thighs together while you worked, imagining him ordering you to get on your knees to suck him off while he took work calls, him bending you over his desk and fucking you so hard that all his documents scatter to the floor.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a large, warm hand squeezing your shoulder from behind. Billy. His touch was bliss and you had to concentrate all your efforts on not groaning.
“How are you getting on?” He asked.
“Good! Things are good.” You blushed when you realised how eager you were sounding.
He chuckled. “Well that’s great, I’m glad to hear it. I just came to say that there’s a dinner party this weekend, a networking event for different corporations to get together. It’s quite an important event for making connections.”
“Okay.” You picked up your pen and paper, ready to take down notes of everything he would need for the event.
“I was wondering if you would be my plus one?”
You almost dropped your pen.
“Me?” You stammered. “It’s a dinner party, shouldn’t you be bringing a girlfriend or something?”
“Well it’s a corporate event and I can think of no one who knows this company better than you.”
Your blush deepened.
He continued, “And I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Your heart started to go wild with the possibility. But it would be so inappropriate to date your boss. And he would never reciprocate your feelings. You would just let your dreams remain as they were, dreams and nothing more.
“Don’t worry about what to wear, I’ll pick something out for you.”
You were going to protest that you had more than enough money to buy your own outfit, or to tell him that he didn’t know your size. But before you could say anything, his hand was squeezing your shoulder again and he was off, leaving you alone, with his warmth on your skin, quickly fading. Closing your eyes, you pressed your hand to where his hand had been.
You needed more. And you would wither away without it. But he was your boss… So withering it would be.
Midnight struck while you and Billy were leant over the sitting room table scanning over the case files.
Time was running out. There was only one day left on the ship. It was obvious the terrorists would attack tomorrow but all other questions remained a mystery. Nothing was coming to your mind besides thoughts of the captain. You took a sip of your cocoa.
You’d offered to make Billy one, but he’d declined. You knew business shouldn’t be fun, especially not when you have a job of such grave importance. But you couldn’t help from wishing you’d been given a better partner. Someone you could stay up late with, who would share your cocoa, maybe even have a bit of a laugh with. Time passed a lot slower with Billy and his deathly silence. You were sick of it, you needed to do something.
“We need to break into the bridge, see if the captain’s hiding anything of use.” You suggested.
It would be risky. No matter how late you decided to go, there would always be the risk of someone who couldn’t sleep going for a late-night stroll.
“Okay. We’ll go at 2am.”
You hadn’t expected him to agree so easily. He must have been as clueless as you. You were really starting to doubt your boss’ trust in the two of you. You had under 48 hours to prove her wrong.
***
It was almost peaceful as you both snuck out at night, dressed in black. It seemed to be just the two of you and the gentle crash of the waves against the boat.
No one was around, likely tired by the events of the cruise. You had to admit you were feeling quite exhausted too. But you’d trained yourself to ignore it when your limbs begged for sleep. That didn’t stop you thinking of the bed back in your room, you’d never felt such a comfortable mattress before. Maybe it was the calm rocking of the boat. Or maybe it would because of the heat radiating from the man next to you.
You needed to get your head in the game. Saving the senator would feel a million times better than crawling back into bed with Billy.
Wouldn’t it?
“Ladies first.” He gestured to the door to the bridge.
You glanced into the glass room. Something felt off. You assured yourself it was the eerie orange glow of the control panel buttons, swallowed up by the darkness of the rest of the room.
The door, as you’d guessed, was locked. You knelt down and pulled out your lockpick kit. It was no secret you were the best of all the agents at lockpicking.
It wasn’t too difficult of a lock, and it didn’t take too much time until you heard all the cylinders clicking into place.
You pushed the door open, and you both turned on your flashlights to explore the room, searching all the draws and cabinets. Your muscles wound tighter and tighter as you kept finding nothing of use. You were so vulnerable in that glass room. Someone could spot you snooping around from miles away. You didn’t say anything to Billy, but the urgency of the situation was evident.
Beneath the control panel, you found a locked draw. Knowing it would be faster to pick the lock than search for the key, you got on your knees again. There had to be something of importance inside there. This one was a lot harder than the door. It was small and fiddly, and it was hard to hear what you were doing over the loud electrical thrum of the control panel.
Click click click. You were halfway there.
An arm encircled your neck, pulling you into a headlock. You went to cry out, but the other hand closed over your mouth, and you were hauled up to standing. You turned to face Billy, who was trapped in the same situation. Standing in the doorway was the captain himself, a silencer trained on Billy.
A hundred different ways of getting out of this headlock flew through your brain but all of them ended with Billy getting shot. You tried to swallow down your panic, instead remaining alert and ready to act, eyes flicking between all the threats.
The captain spoke, “Now I’m going to ask you a few questions. If you scream, I won’t hesitate to shoot you.”
Neither you nor Billy made any noise of protest, and the hands were slowly removed from your mouths. You both shared a moment of eye contact, but you couldn’t decipher any emotion from those dark eyes you’d grown familiar with over the past few days.
“Who are you working for?” The captain asked.
When no one replied, the captain stepped closer to Billy, holding the gun closer to his chest.
“Who are you working for?” He asked again.
You weren’t as skilled as Billy in combat, and you looked to him desperately hoping he knew a way to get out of this.
The captain threatened “I’m not going to ask you again, who-”
He was cut off as the walkie talkie on his hip came to life. “Pirate, do you copy? You’re needed to set up for the main event.”
The captain sighed and lowered his gun. Billy’s eyes sparkled. This was his opportunity.
The captain ordered his goons. “We don’t have time to deal with them right now. Put them away for now and we’ll handle this later.”
Billy gripped the arm around his neck and was about to bend down to throw his assailant over his head. But he froze when he noticed the goon holding you pull out a gun and press it to your temple.
This time it was easy to decipher the emotion in Billy’s eyes: fear. It was the most scared you’d ever seen him.
The captain swung the butt of his gun against Billy’s head, and you let out a cry as his eyes closed and he fell limp in the goon’s arms. Your cry was cut short as the other goon mimicked the action on you. There was a loud whack. And then darkness.
***
Darkness remained even after opening your eyes.
You tried to decipher where you were, remaining as quiet and still as possible. You were sitting on the floor, with your knees to your chest. Rope bound your wrists behind your back and your ankles in front of you, and duct tape had been secured over your mouth. You figured the captain and his goons had gone to deal with whatever he’d been radioed about, but he would be back later. Likely to kill you.
Cautiously, you felt around your surroundings, moving your hands around to see what you could find. You felt warm skin and you let out a muffled noise of surprise. The person you’d touched returned a muffled noise back at you, in a much lower register. Billy.
You were flooded with relief to know you were with Billy and you hated yourself for it. But now was not the time to dwell on that. You needed to get out of this.
You pushed yourself up to standing and was met by clothes wafting against your face. You must have been shoved into the closet with the captain’s uniforms. It was such a small space, and it was difficult to keep your balance with your ankles tied, but you managed to shift over to the other side, albeit stepping on Billy’s toes.
You leaned forwards, and your hands felt for Billy’s face as you grabbed the side of the tape and tore it from his mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief.
You crouched lower, sitting in his lap in the most awkward position as you reached around his back to grab his wrists. You weren’t particularly practised in sailor’s knots, and it was made more difficult by the sweat lining your fingers, but you eventually managed to free his hands.
You collapsed off to the side of him and he rustled around to untie his ankles. Then his large hands were feeling your face before peeling off the tape. His hands went to your wrists, working out the knots with a gentleness you really hadn’t expected from him. He even attended to your ankles for you before sitting back down.
“Thank you.” You whispered, rubbing the sore lump on the back of your head with your newly freed hands. “What are we going to do?”
“We wait.”
“What?”
“We wait for them to come back. It shouldn’t be too long. They wouldn’t leave us tied up together and unsupervised unless they didn’t think they’d be back soon enough to finish us off.”
“What do we do when they come back?”
“We fight. We’ll have the upper hand this time.”
“They have guns.”
“So we have to be faster.”
That didn’t work out several minutes ago… But you hadn’t been prepared then, you supposed. Even still, you were doubting more and more the faith that your boss placed in you. Maybe Billy should have gone with someone else after all.
“I’m not cut out for this.” You said, barely even a whisper.
“What?”
“Being an agent. I thought I was really good but you’re so much better than me in every way. You’re so much better at fighting and coming up with plans. Heck, you’re even a better dancer than me.”
He let out a small chuckle. “That’s how I feel about you.”
“No it isn’t.”
“It is. You stay calm under pressure, you’re good at blending into your surroundings, and I’ve never seen someone with such quick reactions.”
You supposed he had a point. You hadn’t even realised these things about yourself before working for the CIA. You’d developed so many skills here. You guess that meant there was the possibility of developing other skills too. You just hoped you had enough skills to survive this.
You found yourself saying, “Promise me we’ll get out of this.”
“I don’t need to promise. I know we’ll make it out of here. But…”
His hand found yours, fingers curling tightly around your own. It made your heart flutter.
“…I promise.”
Footsteps approached and the two of you were on your feet in seconds, knees bent and ready to pounce.
You could distinguish two pairs of footsteps. The goons. Quickly approaching.
As if you’d planned it, you and Billy threw the closet door open and jumped on the goons before they could process what was happening.
Thinking quickly, you kicked the gun out of the goon’s hands. The other goon saw what you did and kept a tight hold of his gun, raising it at Billy with no hesitation to shoot. Billy lunged forwards and gripped the goon’s arms, grappling for the gun.
You jumped on your goon, trying to knock him to the ground but you weren’t heavy enough. Instead, he grabbed you and threw you down onto the floor. Your head hit the ground, causing the pain in your head to flare up even worse. The man crawled over to grab his gun while you were dizzied. But you had to fight through it. You and Billy had to get out of here.
You kicked him in the side of his chest as hard as you could, toppling him over. Quickly, you pulled yourself up and sat on top of him to stop him from getting up again. You were able to reach over and grab the gun, but that made you vulnerable to him flipping you over so that he was on top. Your heart was racing faster than you could keep up with.
While he was busy pinning you down, you raised your arms above your head, keeping a firm grip on the gun, and brought your hands up, cracking him hard on the skull. It made such a satisfying noise.
He collapsed his full weight on top of you, completely unconscious, but you managed to roll him off.
Instantly, you were on your feet, gun trained at the other goon. Similarly, Billy had managed to unarm him but now they were both twisting and turning on the floor, fighting each other for the upper hand. This goon was much bigger than Billy, yet he was putting up an impressive fight. And you had a strange feeling that Billy was holding back.
You’d heard from others that he was cruel fighter with no mercy. You’d thought he was a psychopath. But he had shown you small glimmers of affection, and you wondered if he was now afraid to let you see the other side of him.
Finally, Billy came out on top, pinning the man to the ground with one arm on his chest and his forearm against the man’s neck. You were about to hand him the gun so he could knock the goon out. But he raised his fist, and with his teeth bared, he punched the man square in the nose, brutal enough to knock him out instantly. If you’d thought the gun against the goon’s skull had been a satisfying noise… This man would need all types of surgery to get his nose to ever look the same again.
When Billy turned to look at you, you caught a glimpse of it, his eyes were smiling with sadistic glee. It was gone as fast as it came, replaced by concern as he shot to his feet and looked you up and down.
“Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine.”
You must have been knocked out for longer than you’d thought because the sky was getting brighter, illuminating the bridge and the deck below.
Billy hastened to grab the rope from the closet. “We need to hurry.”
He quickly tugged the rope around the goon’s limbs.
While he did that, you returned to the locked draw beneath the control panel.
A few more clicks and it was open.
You pulled the draw open to find several sheets of paper. Holding the first one closer to the light, your brows furrowed.
Billy came to peer over your shoulder.
“It’s the layout of the ballroom.” He pointed out – puzzled.
Suddenly, you pictured yourself on the first day of the cruise, reading through the brochure. Yoga, dancing, massages, a grand gala.
And then you recalled what you’d heard over the captain’s radio: “It’s the main event.”
Contains: Coffee shop meet cute. No warnings for this chapter
A/N: If anyone follows me for the series Dangers Ashore, I promiseeee I want to continue it I’m so sorryyyyyy. I just had a sudden burst of energy last night for specifically writing sugar daddy wish fulfilment
“A medium latte.” The man on the other side of the counter ordered.
“Right away, Sir.” You replied as you grabbed a cup and began carrying out your trained motions.
Out the periphery of your vision, you saw him disappear around to the other side of the counter to make room for the next customer.
You briefly glanced over your shoulder as the most beautiful man you’d ever seen walked towards you. He wore a sharp, expensive suit and dark slicked back hair. And when he looked your way, you realised he had the most entrancing eyes you’d ever seen.
You hissed as you distractedly moved your hand beneath the stream of boiling water, sending the cup flying out of your hand, spilling coffee across your blouse and onto the floor.
“Shit.” You exclaimed. You could hardly feel the burning over the embarrassment.
You rushed to shove your hand beneath the cold tap and twisted your spine to face the new customer. “I am so sorry, Sir, I’ll be with you in a second.”
“Not to worry.” He replied, an amalgamation of concern and amusement playing across his face. “I hope that wasn’t my fault?”
You blushed bright red and you were glad your back was to him. His fault? Did that mean he realised how love struck you were?
“No, no, not at all.”
You grabbed some tissue paper as you turned back around.
While dabbing the stains from your shirt, you replied, “Can I take your order?”
He chuckled at the chaotic visage you presented, “I’ll have a large cappuccino please.”
“Coming right up.”
“Shouldn’t you make the previous order again?” He asked, peering over the counter at the puddle of latte that remained on the floor.
“Yes! Yes! You’re right, I probably should, sorry, just a minute.”
Your heart was racing with the panic of all your mistakes and the sheer godly attractiveness of the man that stood before you. Fortunately, the adrenaline caused you to make the orders faster than you’d ever worked before.
“I’m so sorry for the wait, here’s your order.”
You pushed the handsome stranger’s cappuccino across the counter.
He looked into your eyes as his fingers circled the takeaway cup, “Thank you, I-“
His words faltered as the previous customer marched over to you. Somehow, you’d managed to forget about him again. “Hey, where’s my coffee?”
“Of course! I am so so sorry.” You whirled around to grab his cup.
The anger straining his face told you your sorry wasn’t enough to please him. You tried your best to offer an apologetic smile but it did nothing to change his expression. He stared you down as he snatched the cup from you and left.
You sighed with relief as the door closed behind him. That’s when you realised the handsome stranger had vanished too. And then you realised a $50 note had been left on the counter.
You stared in disbelief. You’d never received a tip that large in your whole life.
Eventually, you reached out to grab it and stuff it down your bra where your boss wouldn’t be able to take it from you.
Double checking, you pulled it out and held it up against the light to make sure it wasn’t counterfeit. Yup. It was real. Your jaw hung open as you stuffed it back into your bra again.
For the rest of the day, you took orders and made coffee in a joyous haze, unable to stop thinking about that stranger. You hoped upon hope that you would see him again.
And for once in your life, your prayers were answered.
This time you didn’t drop the coffee all over yourself when those gorgeous brown eyes appeared once more - mainly because you weren’t holding any coffee with which to spill.
“Hi.” You smiled.
“Hi.” He smiled back.
“Thanks for the tip yesterday, you really shouldn’t have.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s the least I could do after ruining your other order.”
“Oh, it wasn’t your fault at all. You really didn’t have to.”
He shook his head, “I thought you earnt it after, you know.” He gestured to his clothes, and you had flashbacks to the splatters that had ruined your shirt.
“Well that’s incredibly generous of you. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Would you like another cappuccino?”
“Ah, yes that would be great.”
“Coming right up.”
As you turned your back to prepare your coffee, your mind continued to wonder about this man. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, coming up with so many questions and turning them into mysteries in your head. You hated unsolved mysteries.
“How come I’ve never seen you here before?” You asked.
“I’ve just opened up a company. Anvil. It’s a security service.”
The name rang a bell. You’d heard customers talking about it being opened. They all mentioned how much money was being poured into it.
“Wow. So you own the company? That’s very impressive.”
You turned back around to deliver his coffee. You suddenly felt incredibly small and unimportant in his presence.
“How long have you worked here?” He asked.
“Hmm..” You tried to recall. At what point had your life started to feel like a blur of days with no start, middle or end. “I’m not sure. Maybe a year?”
“You’re not sure?” He made a small laugh. “Does that mean you love it here or hate it?”
“Erm…” You looked around yourself at the mostly empty coffee shop. This is not how you had ever pictured your life.
Your expression must have said it all because when you looked at him again, he was pulling out a business card from his pocket and handing it to you.
You took it and started scanning the information, wondering what he was trying to show you.
“How would you feel about becoming my PA?”
You nearly burst out laughing. Of all the things this mystery man could have said, that was not one you had imagined.
“Sorry, what?”
“It seems like you want a new job. And I’m in need of a PA.”
“But… Why me? I’ve never worked as a PA before.” As you heard the words leave your mouth, you knew you should have not said that. You should be overjoyed at this opportunity, to work with him. But then again, was that a terrible idea? You didn’t even know who he was.
He gently took the card from you and placed it down on the counter as he scribbled something on the back. When he was finished, he held it up for you to read.
It was a proposal for your wages. And the number was incredibly large…
“Are you sure you didn’t put down too many zeros by mistake?” You should really stop talking.
He looked at the card then back at you. “No, this is correct. These would be your monthly earnings.”
MONTHLY. You grabbed the counter to steady yourself.
“How do I know you’re not running some underground… I don’t know, drug scheme?”
He chuckled. “Well, in seriousness, you will be dealing with classified documents, and the workload can get stressful, and the subject matter can be intense.”
You supposed that made sense. But still, the salary was much too high.
“What do you say? Do you want the job?”
“I- Erm…” You thought about never having to get up insanely early just to come to this dead store and get yelled at by customers every few hours. You imagined actually having money in your bank account, all the loans you could pay off, all the things you could finally buy that had been stagnating on your wish list. “Yes.” You replied without having planned on saying that. “Yes I’ll take the job.”
It didn’t feel real, but still, you wanted to throw your arms around him and squeeze him tight, but you remained firmly on your side of the counter.
“When do you want me to start?”
“How does tomorrow sound?”
It sounded amazing. But you looked down at your overly frilly blouse and thought about the looks you’d get walking into a place like Anvil dressed like that.
Seeming to read your mind, he spoke, “You can start at a later date if you’d like. Give you some time to go shopping.”
That would be great… if you weren’t currently living pay check to pay check just to feed yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been able to buy new clothes.
“Here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. “Use this.”
You stared at the money incredulously. Surely he wasn’t just hanging you more money.
“You’re going to take that out of my pay check right?”
“No, don’t worry about it. Consider it a starting gift.”
“Thank you.” You said, eyes widening as you subtly counted how much there was.
This had to be a dream. Or this man was insane. You were desperate enough that neither mattered to you. You took the money from him.
“If you give me your number, I’ll text you the details of everything you need to know.”
Dizzied by everything that was going on, you slowly wrote down your number on a page of your notepad. You’d fantasised about giving him your number, but this was not the context you’d imagined.
“Here you go.” You handed him the paper and his fingers brushed against yours as he took it from you.
He tucked it into his jacket and raised his coffee cup. “I’d best get going. Thanks for the coffee. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”
Unable to figure out how he knew your name, you were too stunned to reply. Then you remembered the name badge attached to your shirt. If you were this ditzy, how on earth would you survive as a PA?
But you had no other choice. You would have to survive it. Your life had been begging for change and you couldn’t just let this opportunity pass you by.
You unclipped the coffee store name badge and dumped it in the trash can.
Consider buying me a coffee. I hate to ask but I’m currently struggling with uni expenses while trying to save up to estrange myself. Anything you can donate would be super appreciated but no worries if not. <3
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One shots
Kinktober - knives* - Billy notices how fascinated you are with his knife and decides to have a little fun
Kinktober - daddy kink* - After a long day, Billy takes care of you in the best way he knows, by getting out the toy box
Kinktober - forced breeding* - You break up with Billy but he’s determined to show you that you’re destined to be together… by breaking into your apartment and breeding you
Series
Dangers Ashore - You and Billy are CIA agents who despise each other. And for your next mission, you have to pretend to be a couple
Summary: You and Billy are CIA agents who despise each other. And for your next mission, you have to pretend to be a couple.
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: None for this chapter.
A/N: I had a brain fart and kinda forgot how cruises work. I forgot that cruises stop off at countries along the way. Let’s ignore reality and pretend that they don’t. Oops. Ty.
You were awoken by something hurtling towards your face. You shot up with a gasp.
It was Billy’s shirt.
“Rise and shine.” Billy spoke - sadistic glee sparkling in his eyes.
He was already mostly dressed, doing up the last buttons of his shirt.
You groaned. That was not enough sleep.
Pushing yourself out of bed, you grabbed your things to change in the toilet and, by the time you’d returned, Billy was fully dressed.
He wore relaxed white trousers, paired with a light blue shirt. You were surprised at how different he was able to look from what you were used to seeing. Similarly, he’d never seen you in anything so light and summery. Not that he seemed to care one bit.
Billy spoke, “So I was thinking, we split up and se-“
“Shouldn’t we stick together?” You interrupted. “You know the whole couples thing?”
“We don’t need to be together 24/7, it’s not like we need to be joined at the hip. Couples don’t act like that. As long as we look like we belong on the cruise, it doesn’t matter if we’re apart.”
Relief washed over you. Maybe this wouldn’t be the worst mission of your life after all.
“Fair point.”
“So we split up and each search half of the ship.”
“I’ll take the bottom deck.”
“Alright, then we can report back afterwards, note if there are any signs of suspicious activity. And we can plant a few bugs here and there.”
He reached down into the bag and pulled out some tiny black boxes for you to take. Then his hand fell upon a few sheets of paper. He held them up for you to view.
“Oh and familiarise yourself with these faces.”
You squinted at the printed faces. There were photos of everyone on the cruise, listing whether or not they’d had previous convictions. You looked back at Billy.
“You are aware that you’re not in charge?” You asked.
“I don’t see you coming up with a plan.”
“You didn’t give me any time to!”
“Then be faster next time.”
You growled and snatched the paper.
“See you later then.” You spoke as you left, unable to spend another second with that man.
You looked around to check that you were alone and then spared one last glance at the paper before folding it up into your pocket.
Ambling down the halls, you scanned everything out of the corner of your eye, a skill you had perfected over many years. You could tell if someone or something was shady from a mile off. But something told you this mission might be a little more difficult.
Everywhere you looked, it seemed like an ordinary cruise, full of couples couples couples. Everyone was together as a couple. You’d agreed when Billy had said that couples didn’t stick together 24/7. But maybe he was wrong. These people looked completely inseparable.
It was disgusting, to need someone that much. That could never happen to you.
You leaned against the railings to plant a bug behind your back while no one was watching. And then you listened to the conversations around you while pretending to look out to sea.
The view was beautiful. Much prettier and much more comfortable than it was on that damn speed boat. It was quite nice being able to take a break and look out at the clear blue sky and endless sea. But this wasn’t a break. You couldn’t allow yourself to be swayed by the sounds of the crashing waves and the distant gulls. You reminded yourself to keep your ears trained on the conversations around you. But everything seemed normal.
Apart from you. People were beginning to give you suspicious glances. You started to realise that it was because you were on your own.
You tried not to pay them attention and remain casual as you continued with the bottom deck. But people kept giving you funny looks, as if they were sorry for you that your partner wasn’t by your side. It was becoming increasingly difficult to act natural.
But fortunately, you were almost done. A few more corridors and then you were rounding the corner to your suite. With impeccable timing, you saw Billy walking towards you from the opposite direction.
Once you were both back in the room, you asked, “Find anything?”
“No, nothing suspicious.”
“I didn’t find anything either.”
“Expect for the fact that everyone was together. There wasn’t a single person by themselves.” He exclaimed.
“I saw that too!”
“Is that how couples are? It’s disgusting.”
“That’s what I thought!”
You felt a slight joy of your shared camaraderie and it made you uncomfortable.
Billy cleared his throat and then gave you a rundown of the top deck, telling you the layout and making a note of all the locked doors, and you did the same.
“So…” You began, “It seems as if we’re going to have to stick together on this one.”
“It seems that way. For our next course of action, what do couples do?”
***
Smiling, you sprawled out across the sun bed, wearing nothing but your bikini and sunglasses. Next to you, Billy sat upright pretending to read a magazine.
Maybe this mission wouldn’t be too bad. You closed your eyes and felt the sun caress your skin. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been able to get out in the sun.
Keeping your eyes closed, you tuned into the conversations around you. Still, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You only had 4 days left to uncover the terrorists. Your heart started to race at the idea of never uncovering the culprits.
But if your director was correct, then you were her top agents. You wouldn’t fail. Especially not with agents back at the base helping you, listening to the bugs you and Billy had hidden.
There were several couples dotted around you. Some were sunbathing too - with books or cocktails -, there were others admiring the view, and others simply passing by.
You didn’t sense anything suspicious about the people sat around you and you made a mental note, putting those faces at the bottom of your suspect list. Once they were checked off, you focused most of your attention on the passers-by.
That’s when you realised that everyone around you had made somewhat of a conversation with their partner. So you struck up a conversation in order to blend in. Unlike on the speedboat, Billy would be forced to make conversation with you now. Your lips twitched upwards to know you had the power to annoy him.
“Isn’t this so much nicer than the last cruise we went on, darling? Much better weather too.”
You groaned as you stretched your arms above yourself, basking in the sun.
“It’s not hard to beat the weather when our last cruise was in Alaska, darling.”
Of course Billy would find a way to be annoying back.
“And whose idea was that?”
“Yours I believe. Some romantic fancy to see the Northern Lights.”
“Maybe if you were a bit more romantic, I wouldn’t have to travel to somewhere that was literally zero degrees.”
“Yeah well maybe-“
You tuned out his words as someone new walked by. It was the captain.
Billy’s sentence died when he saw the expression on your face and followed your line of vision.
There was something off about the captain. The slight tension in his shoulders. His straight-forward gaze. He was thinking hard about something. And it made him nervous.
You and Billy shared a knowing look.
“Shall we go for a walk?” You suggested.
“I’m almost done with my magazine anyway.”
You threw a shawl over your shoulders and Billy tucked his magazine under his arm as you followed the captain around the corner.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened. He walked back to the bridge, a glass room at the top of the deck that contained the controls for the ship.
There was no way of hanging around without him noticing so the two of you continued to idly walk around the edge of the ship.
You leaned into the side of Billy to talk quietly, “Let’s radio in and see if there’s any information on the captain.”
“He can’t be the only one working on this operation, surely. There will be others and we need to find them fast.”
“More couple activities?”
“More couple activities.” He sighed.
The captain kept his eyes trained on you as you walked back the way you’d came.
***
“How are you finding the food, sugarplum?” Billy asked.
You looked up from your dinner and repressed your death glare, smiling sweetly instead.
“Delicious. It’s great to have a change from your cooking for once.”
He straightened his spine. “I’ll have you know I make an excellent lasagne.”
“Then we’ve clearly been eating very different lasagnes.” You spoke as you cut up your food.
“If you hate my cooking so much then why don’t you get off your ass and do the cooking yourself?”
“If I wasn’t so busy being the breadwinner of this relationship, I’d have more energy to cook.”
His nostrils flared. As if he would ever let himself be a housewife.
He swallowed his piece of stake and took a measuring breath.
“Look, honey, we came here to have a relaxing break. Can we just drop it?”
You’d been keeping half your attention on the holiday-goers around you, but his words commanded your full attention. Was Billy Russo really attempting to be civil? Even though this was just a roleplay, you were surprised he was done with this verbal sparring match.
“Okay. What would you like to talk about instead?”
“Which island are you most looking forward to going to?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe The Bahamas.”
“What do want to do when we get there?”
“Hmmm, first I need to relax. I’m thinking cocktails on the beach. And then I want to explore, see what sights there are, see what the locals are like.”
You knew this wasn’t real and you would be on a boat back to America as soon as this was all over. But it was nice to pretend.
Billy spoke, “Did you know there were swimming pigs?”
“What?”
“I saw on the brochure. You can swim with pigs in The Bahamas, apparently.”
You stifled a laugh. You could imagine Billy, in his swimming trunks, swimming in a blue lagoon surrounded by cute little piggies.
“How about you? What do you want to do when we get there?”
“Well I would pick Jamaica. There’s a lot more to explore. And I fucking love jerk chicken.”
You couldn’t stifle your laugh that time. “We’re here for a romantic getaway and you’re thinking about jerk chicken?”
“Alright fine, I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant, and we’ll get fancy jerk chicken.”
“I’m good with regular jerk.”
“Alright then, we’ll go to The Bahamas and swim with the pigs, then we’ll go to Jamaica for some regular jerk chicken. Then when we’re back in New York, I’ll take you somewhere fancy. How does that sound?”
For a moment, it hurt to know there would be no pigs or jerk chicken for you.
“Sounds good.”
You finished your mouthful and pushed away your plate.
You sat back in your chair as Billy finished his meal.
Idly fiddling with the cutlery, you thought back to earlier. Your colleagues had reported that they couldn’t find anything on the captain. No criminal record. Just a normal guy who goes to work and plays golf when he’s home.
You made one last scan of the restaurant. There still didn’t seem to be anyone suspicious. You were running out of time.
***
With no leads other than the captain, you decided to follow him the next day.
Making casual conversation, the two of you strolled to the top deck. It would be difficult to watch the captain with him being in a glass room, but you were going to attempt it. If you could just get one piece of information, that might be enough.
You stopped when you were in sight of the bridge and leaned against the railing as you continued your conversation. Billy kept his eyes trained on you, so it was your job to watch the captain. Only very occasionally did your eyes drift upwards to spy on him. And it seemed the captain had the same idea. Every now and then, you could feel his eyes on you, cold and prickly.
You leaned in towards Billy, pretending to adjust his collar.
You whispered, “He’s onto us.”
Billy’s expression turned grim. This would be much harder if the captain knew that you knew.
You said under your breath, “We’re awful spies.”
Billy’s eyes flitted away from you for a moment. People started to flock to the top deck.
Billy replied, “Maybe it’s not too late.”
“What do you mean?”
“Is everyone here for the dance class?” A woman from behind you asked loudly.
She strode into the middle of the crowd that had gathered around you. She wore a flowy black dress and walked with a commanding presence.
Everyone voiced a resounding ‘Yes’, including Billy. Your head snapped to look at him. He refused to acknowledge your look of disgust and instead, he merged with the crowd.
This was not happening.
He looked back at you and gestured for you to come over.
You sighed as you followed him into the crowd.
“Welcome class, it’s lovely to see so many of you here today. If we’re all ready, then please spread out with your partners.”
Everyone shuffled to fill out the space. You couldn’t think of anything more traumatic than dancing with him. But at least it would be great cover for spying on the captain.
“We’ll begin by learning how to properly hold your partner. A good posture is vital to being able to carry out the dance. So, men, if you can hold out your right hand for the lady to take.”
The instructor lifted her hand in demonstration with her male counterpart, so their hands were touching palm to palm.
You would have to touch him… You would have to touch Billy Russo. You quietly inhaled, trying not to show your hesitance. Billy held his hand out for you to take. His face was a neutral mask.
You placed your hand in his, skin surprisingly soft and warm.
“And then gentlemen, you can place your other hand on the lady’s back, right here near the shoulder.”
He placed his hand on your back, splaying out his fingers, and you were glad you hadn’t decided to wear anything backless today. Despite the position bringing you together, you both managed to keep as far of a distance as possible.
“And ladies, place your hand on his upper arm like so.”
The instructor placed her hand on top of the arm that was holding her back, so that their arms lay flat elbow to elbow.
You did as you were told, placing your hand on his arm, and gripping as the instructor had. You had to admit it felt satisfying to feel the muscle that was there.
“Men don’t let your arm sag, you’re the strong support.”
She walked around, inspecting everyone’s posture. She stopped at you and Billy.
“Don’t be afraid to be close together. This isn’t a high school dance; you’re allowed to touch each other.”
You and Billy nodded then begrudgingly, he pulled you in closer so you were pressed against him.
“Perfect. Now we can move onto the basic steps. The man leads, and the woman follows. Men, begin by stepping your left foot forward and women, step your right foot back.”
There was an awkward sound of out of sync shoes landing on the floor as everyone took their first steps. It felt clunky and cumbersome, and you didn’t know how you would endure much more of this.
The instructor went through the rest of the basic steps. “And if you follow the moves correctly, you should begin travelling around the room in a counter-clockwise direction. But before I let you have a go, I’d like to add in one more step, the spin.”
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse…
She demonstrated the spin and you tried not to feel overwhelmed at how easy she made it look despite the complex foot work. There was no way you would get that.
“Shall we try it all together?”
No, no, no.
The class nodded.
The instructor’s partner brought over a speaker and a song started to play.
“Are we ready? Okay, 1, 2, 3.”
You began uncertainly, unsure of whether you could even remember the steps. But Billy’s movements were strong and confident, and you found yourself easily able to follow his signals.
It didn’t take you long at all to feel the flow, letting your body take over as you glided across the floor. It was all thanks to Billy. He didn’t falter once, and you started to wonder if he’d had dance practice before.
You weren’t sure why, but your heart started to race. Maybe it was because this was going perfectly and you didn’t want to mess it up. You focused all your attention on Billy, ignoring the stumbling going on around you. But time and time again, you followed the moves with flawless precision, and you started to realise… you were actually enjoying this, the graceful rise and fall of your feet, his strong arms around you, your perfect synchronisation.
And then it was time for the spin. You didn’t even think about it, you just allowed it to come from within you. Billy raised his arm, and you came away from him to twirl, your hair fanning out around you. With the momentum of the dance, and Billy’s expert timing, for just a moment, you felt like you were floating.
He caught you again and you were back in his arms to continue the rest of the steps. But before you knew it, the song was coming to a close.
As the music finished, he swept you off your feet and dipped you. That had not been planned.
You stared up at him, breathless. A small smile tweaked at his lips.
You were brought back to reality when those around you started applauding. You shot upright, looking around yourself. They’d all stopped dancing to watch you and Billy.
“Good job, everyone. Especially you two.” The dance instructor winked at you and you found yourself blushing.
“I very much hope you all keep up the dancing. That’s all from me but you can find more details about my classes on the brochure. It was lovely to meet you.”
And with that, she meandered off, along with half the crowd.
You slowly returned to your senses, realising how close you were to Billy and took a step back.
You were supposed to have been watching the captain. You’d completely forgotten. This had been a mission. This wasn’t real. None of it was.
“I didn’t notice anything suspicious.” Billy informed you.
You didn’t know why but you felt hurt that he’d remembered to pay attention when you hadn’t. This was a job, you reminded yourself. Your feelings weren’t real, they were only pretend.
Billy continued, “He stopped giving us evil glares. I think we managed to convince him.”
“I guess that’s something. But we’re running out of time. I say we surveil the ship again and check if the bugs have picked anything up.”
Billy nodded and slipped his hand into yours as he pulled you away. He was getting better and better at this boyfriend act.
Summary: You and Billy are CIA agents who despise each other. And for your next mission, you have to pretend to be a couple.
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: None for this chapter. There will be eventual smut
A/N: This is for the Ben Barnes Secret Santa Exchange for @beautifuldegenerate! I really hope you enjoy it!!! I absolutely loved your prompts and I hope you don’t mind that I turned it into a series
The prompt: reader being saved from a dangerous situation OR reader and Billy are enemies who have to work together (I went with both ✨✨)
Your morning plans had been diverted when you received a text from the director. She wanted to speak with you.
Coffee still in hand, you turned on your heel to head to her office.
Ordinarily, someone called to their director’s office would be filled with dread. But you were a top agent, you followed her orders without fail, and you always handed the paperwork in on time. You were good at your job, and you enjoyed it. So you knocked eagerly on her door.
“Come in.” She called.
You pushed it open and your smile drooped. There was someone else there. Billy Russo.
When he strained his neck to look at you, a similar expression reflected on his face.
Billy Russo. Womanizer. Arrogant prick. The last person you’d ever want to see.
“Take a seat.” Your boss offered.
You pulled the chair out a little more aggressively than you’d meant to and sat down.
She explained, “I’ve brought the two of you here because you’re both my top agents.”
You gave each other a side-eye glance, doubting the others’ abilities.
“And, after reviewing your skill sets, I noticed you possessed the perfect characteristics to form a team. Therefore-”
“Woah, woah, woah.” Billy interrupted before you had the chance to. “A team? You want us to work together as a team?”
“I have to admit I don’t think that’s the best of ideas.” You agreed.
Your boss’ lips were slightly parted as she looked between the two of you in confusion. She hadn’t expected a refusal, especially not from you.
She spoke with a harsher tone, “I’ve received intelligence that the senator’s life is in danger.”
The look of disgust disappeared from your faces and turned to a much more serious expression.
She continued, “Which is why it’s vital I have my best agents working on the case. Are you going to protect your country or am I going to have to find replacements?”
The two of you were silent.
“Good.” Your boss remarked as she placed two case files onto the desk.
You took your own file and started to leaf through the information as she explained the mission.
“As you know, the senator and his wife have taken a vacation on a couple’s cruise. We have intel that there may be one or several terrorists on board with intent to end his life. He brought two bodyguards with him, but we want you to go undercover and locate these terrorists before we have a gunfight on our hands. Now, we’ve prepared a boat for you, and if you leave at-“
Billy interrupted her, “I’m all about saving the senator’s life but this…” he tapped his finger on one of the paragraphs, and the look of disgust returned to his face, “Is unnecessary.”
You quickly flicked through your papers to get to the same page he was on, thinking that surely it couldn’t be that bad. It was.
Your boss argued, “You’re going undercover on a couple’s cruise. You need to be a couple.”
You chimed in, “I hate to say this but Billy’s right. Can’t we just pretend to be wait staff or something?”
“No. Posing as a couple will give you the greatest mobility. I don’t want to hear one more argument from either of you. I don’t see a single reason why you can’t follow this plan so I suggest you get over your egos.”
You looked over at Billy. You’d have to spend 4 whole days with that man, stuck with him in the middle of the ocean, posing as his girlfriend. The thought brought bile to your stomach. But you didn’t want to let your boss down.
“Fine. I’ll take the case.”
You could feel the fury radiating from Billy as he refused to look at you.
“Fine. I’m in too.”
***
It took you a while to adjust to the low light and even then, everything just looked like various shades of black. Stealth missions never got any easier.
The night sky was the darkest, like spilled ink, it even consumed the stars. The only thing able to escape the darkness was the crescent moon, which looked so large and close, especially when it was reflected in the dark waters.
Fortunately, it wasn’t too difficult to navigate the docks, all you had to do was walk forwards. Although, you were cautious not to trip over the rope or buckets that had been left out. You were so busy watching your feet that you almost walked straight into Billy.
“This is us.” He came to a stop at one of the boats.
He tossed your luggage into the boat and then gracefully hopped in. Uncrossing your arms, you sighed as you followed him onto the boat. It rocked with your motion, and you gripped onto the sides for support.
“Know how to work a speed boat?” Billy asked, gesturing to the motor that was on your side.
You stared at the plastic box.
“Of course.”
You’d never worked a speed boat before, but how hard could it be.
There seemed to be a few things attached to the motor, but in the dark, you couldn’t tell what on earth each part was for. You reached for something tubular and pulled… It didn’t move.
Billy spoke, “You don’t know how to work a speed boat do you?”
Your hand unclasped from… whatever you were holding.
“No.” You replied quietly, just about audible over the sound of the waves.
Billy sighed. “Move.”
He stood up and started walking to your end of the boat, stepping over the luggage. You went to stand up but couldn’t find your balance so you opted for awkwardly shuffling out of his way, pressing yourself against the side of the boat so he could pass.
It took him a moment of investigating before he plunged his hand somewhere and pulled.
The engine spluttered to life and the boat started to shoot off over the waves. You pressed yourself tightly into the corner of the boat and clamped your mouth shut to keep from making a squeal from the sudden jolt.
It didn’t take you too long to get used to the speed. Billy was good at keeping hold of the engine, steering the boat across the waves with precision. You wondered if he’d done something like this before in the military.
For a moment, you admired the scenery, watching as the twinkling cityscape disappeared into the horizon. Then it was nothing but the sea. You enjoyed peering over the edge of the boat, watching the way the waves would chop up the moon’s reflection. Everything was quiet, save for the white-noise-thrum of the engine. This would be peaceful, you thought, if only you weren’t here with Billy, or if the senator’s life wasn’t in danger.
Right, the senator. You reached over to unzip the luggage and reached around until you found the map and navigation tools.
It had already been several days since the boat had set off from American shorelines. Fortunately, it didn’t travel too quickly.
Before leaving, the senator’s bodyguards had radioed in the current coordinates of the ship. You took out a headtorch and scrutinised the map.
“You’re going to need to veer right.” You informed.
Refusing to acknowledge your contribution, he silently steered the boat.
After a long while, the monotony of the endless ocean started to grate on you. North, East, South, West, it all looked the same without consulting your compass. Even the sea and the sky started to blend together.
You tried to make an effort at distracting from the boredom that you were sure even Billy must be feeling by now, “So, you been on a cruise before?”
His dark eyes shot you a glare and then quickly re-focused on the sea.
This was going to be a long journey.
More time passed and you found yourself falling asleep. Fortunately, the boat would jolt every so often, snapping open your half-lidded eyes. You wished that bastard would spare you a conversation.
The walkie on your thigh buzzed to life. You were quick to snatch it up.
A man’s voice emitted from the walkie, “This is Alpha, do you copy?”
“Copy that, Alpha, this is Eagle.” You replied.
“The updated coordinates are 14.540° N, 74.967° W.”
“Copy that.” You replied and removed your hand from the walkie.
Frowning at the map, you tried to follow along the lines.
“Veer more right.” You instructed.
For several hours it went on like that. You were sure you must have fallen asleep at some point because the moon was in a much different position to where you remembered it being. If Billy had noticed, he hadn’t said anything. His eyes were still fixed on the endless horizon, refusing to acknowledge you.
You scrambled to look at the map, but you were luckily still on course. It wouldn’t be long now until you neared the ship.
You were right, a few more minutes passed and you saw a large black shape on the horizon. You gestured to Billy to turn the motor off.
It spluttered into silence and all that was left was the crashing of the tides. You didn’t want to arouse any suspicion from the passengers.
“Your turn.” Billy gestured to the oars in the middle of the boat.
You sighed, stuffing everything back into the bag and then picking up the oars. You plopped yourself down into the centre of the boat and shoved the oars into the water then pulled. It required all your strength to move them, and yet the boat hardly shifted.
The cruise ship still remained far off in the distance. There was no way you could do this.
“Can you not help me?”
“I did the steering.”
Asshole.
He stretched his legs out on his side of the boat and got comfortable.
Gritting your teeth, you used your anger to drive you as you pushed the oars forward and then back again. Your stomach twisted to think you’d have to pretend to be this brute’s girlfriend. You kept the image in your head, adding fuel to your anger, which gave you the strength to close the distance between you and the ship.
Your clothes were drenched with sweat by the time you’d pulled up to the side of the ship.
You buzzed your walkie.
“We’ve arrived.” You spoke, trying not to sound as out of breath as you were.
You then began clambering up the side of the ship where a ladder had been thrown down for you. You left the luggage for Billy to take. You’d done your fair share.
A man reached out his hand to help you up onto the ship. Alpha.
“I’m so glad you could make it.” He spoke.
You nodded and you heard Billy join you at your side.
Alpha continued, “If you’ll follow me.”
The two of you walked behind Alpha, careful to tread lightly as to not disturb anyone.
He pushed open a door and you followed him down a series of corridors. One of the corridors you passed through seemed a bit more spacious than the others. This must be the VIP area, you thought. It was clear which room belonged to the senator as there was another guard already stood outside of it. That must be Bravo.
He tilted his head in acknowledgement and you did the same.
Alpha didn’t stop, he continued forwards down a few more corridors until you’d left the VIP area. You looked all around you, trying to take in the details and map the place out in your head. There would certainly be a lot of ground to cover.
Eventually, Alpha led you both to your room, swiftly unlocking it and then handing you the key. The room was beautiful, well decorated with a white and baby blue colour scheme. There was a large window that would provide a gorgeous view of the sea in the morning, a large wooden table and… a double bed.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Alpha spoke and then disappeared.
Billy dropped the luggage to the floor and then you were both silent as you stared at the bed.
He addressed the situation. “We’re both adults. We know how to share a bed.”
“If you snore, you can take the bath.”
Billy raised an eyebrow. “And if you hog the covers, you can sleep in the bath.”
“Fine.” You replied – venom lacing your tone.
He replied with a twin tone, “Fine.”
You started riffling through the bag for your night things.
“Well, we’d best get some sleep.”
“Agreed.” Billy replied – rolling his shoulders out.
Once you’d gotten everything you needed, Billy replaced you, looking for his own things in the bag.
You stood up and noticed some leaflets on the table and started to leaf through one of the brochures. Your nose wrinkled. There was a couple’s themed activity every day. Yoga tomorrow, dance classes the next day, massages, and then a gala on the final day. Brilliant.
You threw the pamphlet down and then went to the bathroom to get changed.
When you returned, you noticed Billy had already taken the opportunity to do the same. He looked so incredibly different to how you’d ever seen him before. He wore a loose white shirt and black shorts. You couldn’t help but gawk.
“What are you looking at?”
“Sorry, it’s just, you look so… normal?”
He shook his head, finding your behaviour ridiculous, and then looked towards the bed.
He suggested, “Shall we?”
He lifted the covers and slid over as far as he could possibly go. You climbed in next to him and turned out the light, throwing the room into complete darkness.
He turned his back to you, facing the wall, and you did the same so that you were both back-to-back. It took you a long moment to get comfortable enough for your muscles to relax. Not once in your professional career had you imagined that you would end up sharing a bed with Billy Russo. You’d seen many terrible things during your service, but you were sure that this is what you would be having nightmares about.
Although, you had to admit you were still quite chilly from the boat journey and the heat radiating from behind you was working wonders to warm you up.
For a while longer, you remained awake, dreading to think what might happen over the next few days. You would do anything for your job, but you had no idea how you’d make it through this one. Eventually, you allowed your thoughts to move away from your worries. Instead, you focused on the gentle sway of the ship and the muted sound of the waves as they crashed against your window. And after a while, you drifted off to sleep.
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 kissed him, madly, passionately, dazed and spellbound. Billy’s mouth - oh, his mouth - it was a divine thing, designed to drive you crazy and out of your mind. He worshipped you with his lips, his tongue, praying at youralter.His hands tugged at your hair while you undid his jacket, desire building in your core and throughout your blood, making it impossible for you to think, to breathe.
“Billy…” you groaned, frustrated, trying to unbutton his jacket but having a hard time doing it. He cupped your face, his dark eyes bright, lit up with such emotion that it made your heart flip-flop repeatedly in your chest. It was pounding so hard you wondered if it would explode. Your hands trailed up to caress the base of his neck, peppering his skin with staccato kisses.
You whimpered when his lips placed an achingly-sweet kiss on your temple, on your left eyelid, then right, following the trail down the length of your nose. You opened your eyes, met his piercing gaze that melted the last shred of resolve left in you.
“You touch me like this and you wonder why I can’t give you up,” he whispered in awe, reverence laced in his voice.
You sucked on his bottom lip, tugging at it.
“You see me. The real me. You always have.”
You nodded your head, acknowledging his words. You knew the horror Billy was capable of, the things he did to get ahead and you loved him for it. You understood his drive to make something of himself and his need to destroy anyone who got in the way of his ambitions. Because you were exactly like him.
Breaths shallow, every nerve in your body heightened with anticipation, you slid off his jacket. He didn’t move, watching you hungrily, a man possessed. Your hands paused when you saw his white shirt stained with blood. Roger’s blood. You met his gaze, spotting the all-consuming need in the molten depth of his eyes. “If he’s not dead, he’ll run to the cops.”
“What if he does? Would you miss me? Or would you be fucking ecstatic that I’m gone?”
You stared up at him intently. “You know the answer to that, Billy.”
“I don’t.”
He swallowed audibly, eyes shimmering with vulnerability yet also anger. Conflicting emotions, he was the epitome of that. The man who loved you beyond your wildest dreams was also the same one who ripped you to shreds and cast you aside.
“Maybe before, when we were married, yeah, I fucking convinced myself you loved me. Almost as much as I loved you.”
Sadness weighed heavily in his voice, making your insides hurt so much you couldn’t bear to look at him. You lowered your gaze; instantly he grasped your chin and lifted it, forcing you to stare into his soul.
“But now?” He shook his head. “I have no fucking idea.”
Every inch of you ached to tell him you loved him, you always would, but the fear flooding over you stopped you from confessing. Somehow you managed to get through the trauma of abusive parents and build a life for yourself, then through some sheer stroke of luck you even fell in love. Billy crashed through all your walls and defenses and ingrained himself into your heart and soul, and in your enraptured state the last thing you thought about was self-preservation. You left yourself open, completely raw and vulnerable, so when the worst happened and he hurt you – you crumbled completely. It wasn’t just your heart that broke, you did too.
And you were still broken, fractured in your soul. There was nothing left in you to give.
“We need to destroy these clothes,” you said. “Take them off. I’ll put them in the wash and then get rid of them.”
He smirked, the smile a mixture of mirth and sadness. “Want me to strip for you, sweetheart?”
“Stop fucking around!” you snapped. “Roger could be with the cops right now. We don’t have time to lose.” Determined you started to unbutton his shirt and threw the fabric aside before proceeding to unzip his trousers. As you freed him from his clothing one by one, you tried your best to stay detached and not get sidetracked by your husband’s beautiful body. You turned away from him and gathered all the pieces together. “Go take a shower.” You didn’t wait for a response, instead heading to the washing machine located off your bathroom. You were starting the machine when you felt him press up against you from behind.
“You don’t even look at me now.”
His lips were right next to your right ear, blowing warm air on your skin that made your body shudder with need. His one arm snaked around your waist while the other was draped along your chest, pulling you close to him. He may have been naked but you weren’t, yet the dress felt like nothing, as if the two of you were touching skin to skin, scorching you with his heat.
“Before, your eyes would always be on me. It didn’t matter what we were doing. I’d look up and you’d be fucking staring at me, watching me. Like you couldn’t get enough of me.”
You closed your eyes, swaying towards him even as you fought mentally against it. Billy was right. Throughout the course of your relationship you were obsessed with studying him, because just being around him made you feel alive and filled you with excitement.
“There were so many times I’d wake up in the morning and there you were, beside me, smiling at me.”
“You make me sound like a creep,” you grumbled.
He chuckled softly, nipping at your earlobe. His tongue probed the sensitive skin just below and you gripped the edges of the washer to stop your knees from giving way. “I was a creep too,” he continued, his husky voice arousing you as much as his growing erection against your ass. “I could never stop touching you.”
You were caught up in a whirlwind of desire while his fingers slowly caressed your right nipple. Friction from his fingers against the satin fabric of the dress added a layer of stimulation that made your body sing and you reached back to grip the back of his head, your other hand fisting his hair.
“Nothing felt right if I couldn’t touch you.”
Just as much as you needed him in your sight, he needed you physically close. You remembered him coming home after a long day of work and just sinking into you, or even when he’d be tinkering around things at home and his hand would often reach out to caress you or he’d drop a kiss on your temple. You often squealed when he’d be wet and sweaty after a work-out and would wrap his arms around you in a tight hug but deep down you didn’t mind. You never did. You loved the obsessive part of him.
“If I couldn’t smell you…”
His words pulled you out of your reverie.
“And it’s a hundred times worse now.”
Your heart lurched, anguish sweeping over you.
“I wake up every morning, expecting to see you next to me but you’re not there.”
His words may have been enveloped in sorrow but his hands were navigating an entirely different path, gliding up your thigh thanks to the slit in your dress, stroking up your skin until he snuck past the lace fabric of your panties and found your cunt. You tried to focus on his words, but what he was doing to your body was making it impossible – and you suspected Billy was doing it purposely.
“I’m a fucking mess without you.”
He slipped his finger inside you, probing and teasing you, slipping in another finger, thrusting in a rhythm that was driving you wild.
“Take off the dress.”
Your eyes flew open. “Billy-”
“Please.”
There was urgency in his voice, there was also desperation. You knew he could easily rip it off of you within seconds but he wanted you to do it. As much as you wanted to protest, you couldn’t, not when he was simultaneously fucking you with his fingers and messing with your head. You could feel his erection against your ass, and you wanted so badly to feel him inside you again.
Suddenly he removed his fingers, yanking you out of the haze of pleasure you were in.
Your knees almost buckled while you turned around but he held you firmly, encircling your waist.
“Why’d you stop?” you demanded.
“Because I want to fuck my wife.” The predatory glint in them made the deep pools of his eyes appear completely black, like he was a fucking demon demanding a sacrifice. “Not just with my fingers.” His slick fingers, inside you mere moments ago, brushed against your lip, sliding inside your mouth so you could taste yourself. The hunger in his eyes grew as you sucked the digits, taunting him. “And I want to see her naked.”
You blinked, digesting his words. He wanted you exposed completely, be vulnerable with him – the same man who destroyed your confidence.
You pulled his hand away from your mouth. “You should go take a shower. In case there are any remnants of Roger left on you.” Your eyes lingered down his body, noting his toned physique and the ridges of his abs. You always appreciated that he was more lean than bulky, physically fit but not roided up. And then there was his cock. Long, beautiful cock that stood erect, that brought you so much pleasure, the only man you ever enjoyed sucking off.
“You want my cock, sugar? You want me inside you?”
His words played havoc with your sanity, with your heart. Your breathing grew shallow, your body pulsing.
“All you gotta do is take off your clothes.”
He smiled, a languid, charming, manipulative smile designed to weaken your resolve, and – fuck it – it was working. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad, desire for him strong enough to drown out your insecurities. It was pathetic, you were dickmatized by him, you needed to stop – yet when his hand clasped yours and he led you backwards to the bathroom, you followed.
You swallowed an audible breath, hands trembling when he stopped in front of the tub.
Your eyes scanned over the wounds on his face, wanting to kiss every inch of them.
He brushed his fingers through your hair, tugging on the strands affectionately. “Love this haircut.”
“Really?” you prodded, surprised. “I thought you liked my hair long.”
“You could wear it shaved and I’d still love it.” He nudged your chin up, eyes gleaming over your features. “Anything that shows me more of this face.”
“This was my ‘fuck you’ haircut.”
He quirked his eyebrow. “It worked. I’m ready to be fucked.”
Laughter escaped you, and he replied with a beaming smile, nuzzling your nose with his. The easy intimacy between you two, so reminiscent of your marriage and before everything went to hell, made your heart ache. You didn’t want to pull away from him, not right now. “Why aren’t you more worried about Roger? You usually don’t leave loose ends.”
“Who gives a fuck?”
“You should! This isn’t like you. You’re not an idiot.” Panic unfurled in your belly. “If he talks-”
“He’s not gonna say anything. He has no idea who attacked him.” Billy pulled you into his arms and maneuvered you around so that you were both facing the mirror. Eyes glued to your reflection, he smiled. “But I’m happy you still care.”
A part of you yearned to tell him you loved him, you always would, but you didn’t.
“Take the dress off for me, sweetheart. I’m beggin’ here.”
Gazes locked with his, you took a deep breath. Slowly you started to undo the zipper on the side, feeling nervous, even more nervous than the very first time you had sex with Billy. And you’d been a fucking mess then. His ravenous eyes roved over your body in the mirror as the dress dropped to your feet, leaving you clad in your strapless corset bra and underwear.
Slick, snarky, always in control Billy was gone; in his place was a man looking at you like you were the most amazing thing he ever saw. And it was the wonderous expression on his face that gave you the burst of confidence you hadn’t felt in a long time. You turned, facing him. “Want me to take everything off?”
His voice was a raspy growl. “Yeah.”
“Then beg me.”
His left eyebrow shot up, but he didn’t respond.
“Or were they just words, Billy?” You taunted. “Were you bullshitting me?”
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he gave you an incorrigible, lopsided smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He got down on one knee, then the next, and his fingers interlocked with yours. With his head reaching your breasts midway, he settled his face in your cleavage and inhaled you in. Often you’d wake up halfway through the night to find his head snuggled there, his favourite sleeping spot, and you’d brush your fingers through his hair affectionately, amazed at how much happiness your boobs seemed to bring him.
You watched as he placed a tender kiss on both of your breasts before raising his head to meet your gaze. Your heart melted, taking in the puppy dog expression on his face.
“Please, babe, let me see your body.” An angelic smile curved his lips, he was obviously enjoying this. “I’m dying here, might even be hauled in by the cops at any second. You wouldn’t deny a dying man his last wish, would you? Not when he’s begging you…”
“Maybe I will,” you retorted. “Maybe I’m a cruel bitch who enjoys watching you suffer.”
Your words were meant to be facetious but his smile tensed, regret looming over his features. “If I could go back and change everything, I would. I wish I never hurt you. I know you don’t believe me, you don’t trust me – but I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for everything I did.”
Gaze fixed on Billy, you undid the hooks of your corset and threw it aside. His eyes, always so ominously dark, seemed to light up with a spark, hope blossoming in them that swiftly turned to a wild storm as you pulled down your underwear. Grasping his shoulder, you stepped out of your clothes and kicked them aside.
Naked and exposed, you stood in front of him.
And that’s all it took to completely unravel him.
It was dizzying how quickly he pulled you into his arms and lifted you up, carrying you inside the bathtub.
The two of you were completely lost, clawing at each other, as if every second the two of you weren’t touching was time wasted. Your mouths devoured one another, tongues and teeth clashing, his hands on your breasts, yours on his ass, groping and leaving marks so there was permanence to this moment. Forever entwined.
Water drizzled over your heated skin, a respite from the insanity that swirled around you. Even though you two had sex earlier, this was different, not driven by jealousy or anger but something more real and sacred. Love. And for the first time in years, the two of you were not in sync with other. You were both in a rush to experience everything in each other as quickly as possible, as if afraid this moment would end at any moment. While he wanted to kiss and taste every inch of you, you wanted to do the same and feel his cock in your mouth.
Despite the push and pull and the urgency to consume each other, you two finally managed to connect and be on the same wavelength.
With his chest pressed against your back and you trapped against the wall, he fucked you from behind.
In bed your wet bodies tangled together and you straddled atop, you rode him hard.
He went down on you, you did the same.
You loved having sex with Billy. You loved it, loved him, and the intense bond you two shared, but more than that it was the aftermath you craved. That feeling of intimacy as the two of you laid in bed, feeling happy and fulfilled and in a complete state of euphoria. Like you were right now.
Your bodies were sticky and glistening with sweat, the only sounds in the room being your labored breaths when he reached for your hand. Fingers threaded together, he brought your joined hands to rest over his heart.
For a long time the two of you didn’t speak, worried that the wrong word would utterly shatter the peace between you two.
But then his stomach growled, breaking the silence, and you started laughing and he did the same. The awkwardness instantly dissipated.
It took a few seconds for you to finally catch your breath. “Hungry?” you teased, turning to him.
“Starving.”
Pulling your hand away, you started to get up. “I think I have some Chinese in the fridge-”
“No.” He pushed you down, sliding his body partially atop so you were nestled underneath him. Balancing his weight on his elbow, he cupped your face with the other hand. “You’re not going anywhere, babe. You’re staying here with me.”
You closed your eyes, breathing him in.
For the first time in a long while, you felt at home.
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?
Gif credit: @bilyrusso
You kissed him, madly, passionately, dazed and spellbound. Billy’s mouth - oh, his mouth - it was a divine thing, designed to drive you crazy and out of your mind. He worshipped you with his lips, his tongue, praying at youralter.His hands tugged at your hair while you undid his jacket, desire building in your core and throughout your blood, making it impossible for you to think, to breathe.
“Billy…” you groaned, frustrated, trying to unbutton his jacket but having a hard time doing it. He cupped your face, his dark eyes bright, lit up with such emotion that it made your heart flip-flop repeatedly in your chest. It was pounding so hard you wondered if it would explode. Your hands trailed up to caress the base of his neck, peppering his skin with staccato kisses.
You whimpered when his lips placed an achingly-sweet kiss on your temple, on your left eyelid, then right, following the trail down the length of your nose. You opened your eyes, met his piercing gaze that melted the last shred of resolve left in you.
“You touch me like this and you wonder why I can’t give you up,” he whispered in awe, reverence laced in his voice.
You sucked on his bottom lip, tugging at it.
“You see me. The real me. You always have.”
You nodded your head, acknowledging his words. You knew the horror Billy was capable of, the things he did to get ahead and you loved him for it. You understood his drive to make something of himself and his need to destroy anyone who got in the way of his ambitions. Because you were exactly like him.
Breaths shallow, every nerve in your body heightened with anticipation, you slid off his jacket. He didn’t move, watching you hungrily, a man possessed. Your hands paused when you saw his white shirt stained with blood. Roger’s blood. You met his gaze, spotting the all-consuming need in the molten depth of his eyes. “If he’s not dead, he’ll run to the cops.”
“What if he does? Would you miss me? Or would you be fucking ecstatic that I’m gone?”
You stared up at him intently. “You know the answer to that, Billy.”
“I don’t.”
He swallowed audibly, eyes shimmering with vulnerability yet also anger. Conflicting emotions, he was the epitome of that. The man who loved you beyond your wildest dreams was also the same one who ripped you to shreds and cast you aside.
“Maybe before, when we were married, yeah, I fucking convinced myself you loved me. Almost as much as I loved you.”
Sadness weighed heavily in his voice, making your insides hurt so much you couldn’t bear to look at him. You lowered your gaze; instantly he grasped your chin and lifted it, forcing you to stare into his soul.
“But now?” He shook his head. “I have no fucking idea.”
Every inch of you ached to tell him you loved him, you always would, but the fear flooding over you stopped you from confessing. Somehow you managed to get through the trauma of abusive parents and build a life for yourself, then through some sheer stroke of luck you even fell in love. Billy crashed through all your walls and defenses and ingrained himself into your heart and soul, and in your enraptured state the last thing you thought about was self-preservation. You left yourself open, completely raw and vulnerable, so when the worst happened and he hurt you – you crumbled completely. It wasn’t just your heart that broke, you did too.
And you were still broken, fractured in your soul. There was nothing left in you to give.
“We need to destroy these clothes,” you said. “Take them off. I’ll put them in the wash and then get rid of them.”
He smirked, the smile a mixture of mirth and sadness. “Want me to strip for you, sweetheart?”
“Stop fucking around!” you snapped. “Roger could be with the cops right now. We don’t have time to lose.” Determined you started to unbutton his shirt and threw the fabric aside before proceeding to unzip his trousers. As you freed him from his clothing one by one, you tried your best to stay detached and not get sidetracked by your husband’s beautiful body. You turned away from him and gathered all the pieces together. “Go take a shower.” You didn’t wait for a response, instead heading to the washing machine located off your bathroom. You were starting the machine when you felt him press up against you from behind.
“You don’t even look at me now.”
His lips were right next to your right ear, blowing warm air on your skin that made your body shudder with need. His one arm snaked around your waist while the other was draped along your chest, pulling you close to him. He may have been naked but you weren’t, yet the dress felt like nothing, as if the two of you were touching skin to skin, scorching you with his heat.
“Before, your eyes would always be on me. It didn’t matter what we were doing. I’d look up and you’d be fucking staring at me, watching me. Like you couldn’t get enough of me.”
You closed your eyes, swaying towards him even as you fought mentally against it. Billy was right. Throughout the course of your relationship you were obsessed with studying him, because just being around him made you feel alive and filled you with excitement.
“There were so many times I’d wake up in the morning and there you were, beside me, smiling at me.”
“You make me sound like a creep,” you grumbled.
He chuckled softly, nipping at your earlobe. His tongue probed the sensitive skin just below and you gripped the edges of the washer to stop your knees from giving way. “I was a creep too,” he continued, his husky voice arousing you as much as his growing erection against your ass. “I could never stop touching you.”
You were caught up in a whirlwind of desire while his fingers slowly caressed your right nipple. Friction from his fingers against the satin fabric of the dress added a layer of stimulation that made your body sing and you reached back to grip the back of his head, your other hand fisting his hair.
“Nothing felt right if I couldn’t touch you.”
Just as much as you needed him in your sight, he needed you physically close. You remembered him coming home after a long day of work and just sinking into you, or even when he’d be tinkering around things at home and his hand would often reach out to caress you or he’d drop a kiss on your temple. You often squealed when he’d be wet and sweaty after a work-out and would wrap his arms around you in a tight hug but deep down you didn’t mind. You never did. You loved the obsessive part of him.
“If I couldn’t smell you…”
His words pulled you out of your reverie.
“And it’s a hundred times worse now.”
Your heart lurched, anguish sweeping over you.
“I wake up every morning, expecting to see you next to me but you’re not there.”
His words may have been enveloped in sorrow but his hands were navigating an entirely different path, gliding up your thigh thanks to the slit in your dress, stroking up your skin until he snuck past the lace fabric of your panties and found your cunt. You tried to focus on his words, but what he was doing to your body was making it impossible – and you suspected Billy was doing it purposely.
“I’m a fucking mess without you.”
He slipped his finger inside you, probing and teasing you, slipping in another finger, thrusting in a rhythm that was driving you wild.
“Take off the dress.”
Your eyes flew open. “Billy-”
“Please.”
There was urgency in his voice, there was also desperation. You knew he could easily rip it off of you within seconds but he wanted you to do it. As much as you wanted to protest, you couldn’t, not when he was simultaneously fucking you with his fingers and messing with your head. You could feel his erection against your ass, and you wanted so badly to feel him inside you again.
Suddenly he removed his fingers, yanking you out of the haze of pleasure you were in.
Your knees almost buckled while you turned around but he held you firmly, encircling your waist.
“Why’d you stop?” you demanded.
“Because I want to fuck my wife.” The predatory glint in them made the deep pools of his eyes appear completely black, like he was a fucking demon demanding a sacrifice. “Not just with my fingers.” His slick fingers, inside you mere moments ago, brushed against your lip, sliding inside your mouth so you could taste yourself. The hunger in his eyes grew as you sucked the digits, taunting him. “And I want to see her naked.”
You blinked, digesting his words. He wanted you exposed completely, be vulnerable with him – the same man who destroyed your confidence.
You pulled his hand away from your mouth. “You should go take a shower. In case there are any remnants of Roger left on you.” Your eyes lingered down his body, noting his toned physique and the ridges of his abs. You always appreciated that he was more lean than bulky, physically fit but not roided up. And then there was his cock. Long, beautiful cock that stood erect, that brought you so much pleasure, the only man you ever enjoyed sucking off.
“You want my cock, sugar? You want me inside you?”
His words played havoc with your sanity, with your heart. Your breathing grew shallow, your body pulsing.
“All you gotta do is take off your clothes.”
He smiled, a languid, charming, manipulative smile designed to weaken your resolve, and – fuck it – it was working. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad, desire for him strong enough to drown out your insecurities. It was pathetic, you were dickmatized by him, you needed to stop – yet when his hand clasped yours and he led you backwards to the bathroom, you followed.
You swallowed an audible breath, hands trembling when he stopped in front of the tub.
Your eyes scanned over the wounds on his face, wanting to kiss every inch of them.
He brushed his fingers through your hair, tugging on the strands affectionately. “Love this haircut.”
“Really?” you prodded, surprised. “I thought you liked my hair long.”
“You could wear it shaved and I’d still love it.” He nudged your chin up, eyes gleaming over your features. “Anything that shows me more of this face.”
“This was my ‘fuck you’ haircut.”
He quirked his eyebrow. “It worked. I’m ready to be fucked.”
Laughter escaped you, and he replied with a beaming smile, nuzzling your nose with his. The easy intimacy between you two, so reminiscent of your marriage and before everything went to hell, made your heart ache. You didn’t want to pull away from him, not right now. “Why aren’t you more worried about Roger? You usually don’t leave loose ends.”
“Who gives a fuck?”
“You should! This isn’t like you. You’re not an idiot.” Panic unfurled in your belly. “If he talks-”
“He’s not gonna say anything. He has no idea who attacked him.” Billy pulled you into his arms and maneuvered you around so that you were both facing the mirror. Eyes glued to your reflection, he smiled. “But I’m happy you still care.”
A part of you yearned to tell him you loved him, you always would, but you didn’t.
“Take the dress off for me, sweetheart. I’m beggin’ here.”
Gazes locked with his, you took a deep breath. Slowly you started to undo the zipper on the side, feeling nervous, even more nervous than the very first time you had sex with Billy. And you’d been a fucking mess then. His ravenous eyes roved over your body in the mirror as the dress dropped to your feet, leaving you clad in your strapless corset bra and underwear.
Slick, snarky, always in control Billy was gone; in his place was a man looking at you like you were the most amazing thing he ever saw. And it was the wonderous expression on his face that gave you the burst of confidence you hadn’t felt in a long time. You turned, facing him. “Want me to take everything off?”
His voice was a raspy growl. “Yeah.”
“Then beg me.”
His left eyebrow shot up, but he didn’t respond.
“Or were they just words, Billy?” You taunted. “Were you bullshitting me?”
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he gave you an incorrigible, lopsided smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He got down on one knee, then the next, and his fingers interlocked with yours. With his head reaching your breasts midway, he settled his face in your cleavage and inhaled you in. Often you’d wake up halfway through the night to find his head snuggled there, his favourite sleeping spot, and you’d brush your fingers through his hair affectionately, amazed at how much happiness your boobs seemed to bring him.
You watched as he placed a tender kiss on both of your breasts before raising his head to meet your gaze. Your heart melted, taking in the puppy dog expression on his face.
“Please, babe, let me see your body.” An angelic smile curved his lips, he was obviously enjoying this. “I’m dying here, might even be hauled in by the cops at any second. You wouldn’t deny a dying man his last wish, would you? Not when he’s begging you…”
“Maybe I will,” you retorted. “Maybe I’m a cruel bitch who enjoys watching you suffer.”
Your words were meant to be facetious but his smile tensed, regret looming over his features. “If I could go back and change everything, I would. I wish I never hurt you. I know you don’t believe me, you don’t trust me – but I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for everything I did.”
Gaze fixed on Billy, you undid the hooks of your corset and threw it aside. His eyes, always so ominously dark, seemed to light up with a spark, hope blossoming in them that swiftly turned to a wild storm as you pulled down your underwear. Grasping his shoulder, you stepped out of your clothes and kicked them aside.
Naked and exposed, you stood in front of him.
And that’s all it took to completely unravel him.
It was dizzying how quickly he pulled you into his arms and lifted you up, carrying you inside the bathtub.
The two of you were completely lost, clawing at each other, as if every second the two of you weren’t touching was time wasted. Your mouths devoured one another, tongues and teeth clashing, his hands on your breasts, yours on his ass, groping and leaving marks so there was permanence to this moment. Forever entwined.
Water drizzled over your heated skin, a respite from the insanity that swirled around you. Even though you two had sex earlier, this was different, not driven by jealousy or anger but something more real and sacred. Love. And for the first time in years, the two of you were not in sync with other. You were both in a rush to experience everything in each other as quickly as possible, as if afraid this moment would end at any moment. While he wanted to kiss and taste every inch of you, you wanted to do the same and feel his cock in your mouth.
Despite the push and pull and the urgency to consume each other, you two finally managed to connect and be on the same wavelength.
With his chest pressed against your back and you trapped against the wall, he fucked you from behind.
In bed your wet bodies tangled together and you straddled atop, you rode him hard.
He went down on you, you did the same.
You loved having sex with Billy. You loved it, loved him, and the intense bond you two shared, but more than that it was the aftermath you craved. That feeling of intimacy as the two of you laid in bed, feeling happy and fulfilled and in a complete state of euphoria. Like you were right now.
Your bodies were sticky and glistening with sweat, the only sounds in the room being your labored breaths when he reached for your hand. Fingers threaded together, he brought your joined hands to rest over his heart.
For a long time the two of you didn’t speak, worried that the wrong word would utterly shatter the peace between you two.
But then his stomach growled, breaking the silence, and you started laughing and he did the same. The awkwardness instantly dissipated.
It took a few seconds for you to finally catch your breath. “Hungry?” you teased, turning to him.
“Starving.”
Pulling your hand away, you started to get up. “I think I have some Chinese in the fridge-”
“No.” He pushed you down, sliding his body partially atop so you were nestled underneath him. Balancing his weight on his elbow, he cupped your face with the other hand. “You’re not going anywhere, babe. You’re staying here with me.”
You closed your eyes, breathing him in.
For the first time in a long while, you felt at home.
A/N - Initially this part was going to end in a cliffhanger, but I decided to end this chapter on a happy note. However, shit is about to rain down very soon on these two.
As always, thank you for your thoughts and feedback. I know this has been a long story and fatigue has started to set in (I feel it myself) but the end is near for these two (maybe in another 4-5 chapters or so).
You kissed him, madly, passionately, dazed and spellbound. Billy’s mouth - oh, his mouth - it was a divine thing, designed to drive you crazy and out of your mind. He worshipped you with his lips, his tongue, praying at youralter.His hands tugged at your hair while you undid his jacket, desire building in your core and throughout your blood, making it impossible for you to think, to breathe.
“Billy…” you groaned, frustrated, trying to unbutton his jacket but having a hard time doing it. He cupped your face, his dark eyes bright, lit up with such emotion that it made your heart flip-flop repeatedly in your chest. It was pounding so hard you wondered if it would explode. Your hands trailed up to caress the base of his neck, peppering his skin with staccato kisses.
You whimpered when his lips placed an achingly-sweet kiss on your temple, on your left eyelid, then right, following the trail down the length of your nose. You opened your eyes, met his piercing gaze that melted the last shred of resolve left in you.
“You touch me like this and you wonder why I can’t give you up,” he whispered in awe, reverence laced in his voice.
You pulled his bottom lip with your teeth, tugging at it.
“You see me. The real me. You always have.”
You nodded your head, acknowledging his words. You knew the horror Billy was capable of, the things he did to get ahead and you loved him for it. You understood his drive to make something of himself and his need to destroy anyone who got in the way of his ambitions. Because you were exactly like him.
Breaths shallow, every nerve in your body heighted with anticipation, you slid off his jacket. He didn’t move, watching you hungrily, a man possessed. Your hands paused when you saw his white shirt stained with blood. Roger’s blood. You met his gaze, spotting the all-consuming need in the molten depth of his eyes. “If he’s not dead, he’ll run to the cops.”
“What if he does? Would you miss me? Or would you be fucking ecstatic that I’m gone?”
You stared up at him intently. “You know the answer to that, Billy.”
“I don’t.”
He swallowed audibly, eyes shimmering with vulnerability yet also anger. Conflicting emotions, he was the epitome of that. The man who loved you beyond your wildest dreams was also the same one who ripped you to shreds and cast you aside.
“Maybe before, when we were married, yeah, I fucking convinced myself you loved me. Almost as much as I loved you.”
Sadness weighed heavily in his voice, making your insides hurt so much you couldn’t bear to look at him. You lowered your gaze; instantly he grasped your chin and lifted it, forcing you to stare into his soul.
“But now?” He shook his head. “I have no fucking idea.”
Just some plot advancement, nothin’ spicy. Hope it’s not too boring!
Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.
Thursday came by quickly. You had another day shift on Monday, and then night shifts Tuesday and last night. You hadn’t talked to Billy much with him being back at work and you sleeping for the majority of the days you had your night shifts. You had texted your bestie the location of a coffee shop a few days ago, mentioning that Billy had been the one to suggest it. She was impressed.
You were getting ready to go to the coffee shop now. Billy said he’d pick you up at 4, which was soon. You didn’t bother putting on lots of makeup, just the basics to cover up some of the fatigue showing on your face from your previous nightshift.
Your bestie had told you how excited she was, but also reminded you that she hadn’t forgotten when you’d texted her in frustration about him. When he spoke to your boss without telling you and giving a donation to the hospital after you almost got fired. The time when he left in the morning before you could talk about that issue that you had refrained from telling her… when he had brought over tons of cash and weapons and scared the shit out of you.
A/N: This is just a little one-shot I randomly came up with after some BS that happened in my own life. I hope you enjoy it ❤️
Fic Summary: Reader is fed up with the dating world. She’s given up hope on meeting anyone and decides all that’s left for her is a one night stand. Lucky for her, Billy Russo buys her a drink.
Pairing: Female Reader x Billy Russo
Warnings:18+, smut, PIV, explicit sexual content, explicit language, Switch!Billy Russo, Billy asks reader to step on him and she complies, unprotected sex with use of BC pills (in reality, babes, let’s use condoms)
You were so annoyed. Why did it turn out that every guy you talked to ended up wasting your time? What was so wrong with you that you couldn’t attract anyone that wouldn’t lose interest in you or ended up being a dickhead?
You knocked back the rest of your drink and slammed the glass down on the counter. Your date had left, claiming that he didn’t really have the time for anything serious right now, even though that’s what he claimed he was looking for. Now you sat alone at the bar, and you had decided to get wasted.
Initially on your dating search, you were looking for a good guy for the long term, but in this moment, you were just craving anything. You felt desperate for a man’s touch. It had been so long since you’d ‘gotten any’. It didn’t help that you were so particular. A couple of guys had moved in for that right away but the thought of them taking you home with them made your insides twist.
You’d never had a one night stand, but you were wondering if that’s what you were going to have to resort to.
You sighed and picked up your glass, then frowned when you remembered that you had finished it.
“Since that one’s finished, can I buy you the next?” A voice said beside you.
comments and reblogs are my life source just sayin’
Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.
Chapter Summary: Billy finally calls reader. It’s not a PG-rated conversation.
Warnings:18+, heavy on the smut, phone sex (one sided?), mentions of masturbation, PIV, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging as a punishment, Billy calls reader a brat, unprotected sex (use of birth control), swearing
After learning about Billy’s past, you found yourself lingering near Carla Russo’s room. You so badly wanted to go in there and rip her apart about what an amazing person she had given up and the resulting trauma that Billy had been through because of her. Ultimately, she was the one responsible for all of his pain. You wanted to make her feel bad. You wanted her to hurt the way Billy had hurt, even though she probably never would. Not with him taking care of her, set up in a private hospital.
But you knew that you couldn’t speak to her. Instead, you settled for something else. When her door was opened, you made a point of standing right in her eye line. She saw you looking at her. Her eyes were calm, as they usually were when you were with her. But you didn’t smile as you usually would. You kept your mouth in a thin line, eyes cold. You crossed your arms over your chest. Carla’s eyes didn’t remain calm. You watched them turn panicky the way you’d seen them when Billy left after a visit. You stared at her for another 10 seconds or so before you turned and walked away.
Bestie you keep slaying with these updates! I’m a living for themmmmm. And as for the feeling of impending doom, I’ve learned not to trust things that could seem 100% perfect. So ironically the fact that they haven’t gotten horrible my attacked or angsty yet is a plot twist for me.
And what you said about Billy thing that he doesn’t deserve love and affection??? That is 1000% what he would believe and you got his characterization down so well! I can’t wait to see how he grows with reader and how she grows with him.
Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.
Your day with Billy was lovely. You’d packed some pants, a few tees, and several pairs of underwear. You didn’t bother with sweaters because you’d just steal his if you needed to. You also packed a toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo and conditioner, and some body lotion and some simple skin care items for your drawer at Billy’s. He’d given you the top right, and you cleared the very same drawer in your own dresser when you got home. He had brought his own things for his new drawer.
You’d gotten coffee from a nice café, went for a walk, then went back to your place to have lunch and spent the afternoon watching Now You See Me. The credits were rolling and you stretched your arms over your head.
AHHHHHHH THIS FLUFF AND VULNERABILITY???? His confession????? Bestie you are killing me and I love it!!!
But why do I feel like something bad is about to happen? Confessions usually come before bad stuff and I’m too attached to these two.
So glad you loved itttttt ☺️☺️☺️
Honestly, I wasn’t intending on anything bad happening! Billy was just so vulnerable with reader and he never had been with anyone before, so he was like damn my little lady is special
Maybe I should cause some devastation… …
I’m so conflicted because chaos is fun, but I don’t want the two of them to suffer. Loving the story!
Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.
Your day with Billy was lovely. You’d packed some pants, a few tees, and several pairs of underwear. You didn’t bother with sweaters because you’d just steal his if you needed to. You also packed a toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo and conditioner, and some body lotion and some simple skin care items for your drawer at Billy’s. He’d given you the top right, and you cleared the very same drawer in your own dresser when you got home. He had brought his own things for his new drawer.
You’d gotten coffee from a nice café, went for a walk, then went back to your place to have lunch and spent the afternoon watching Now You See Me. The credits were rolling and you stretched your arms over your head.
The reinforced door slams shut behind Billy, and he feels the echo of it thrum through his entire body. He’s dressed in his long wool coat, leather gloves, and scarf tucked neatly between his lapels. Even under his layers, the chill of the empty fire station makes his shoulder ache.
The Albany Fire Station had been relocated ten years ago. The building that Billy had been left in as a baby was now run by a charity that wanted to preserve the city’s historic buildings.
Emotion wells in Billy’s throat as he looks around. He always shrugged off his past, claiming that it didn’t bother him. His mom had made a choice, and he had been forced to live with the consequences. It had made him a stronger man.
Stooooooooopppppp this is the sweetest thing ever!
I love the look you give into his past and how the firefighters all loved on him as a baby. And the BEAR. AND THE PICTURES. You’re killing me in the best way. He deserved so much better.
