In the morning you woke up feeling strange. When you tried to sit up from the bed, you felt a sticky liquid running down from between your legs and your ass. You gasped at the feeling. You tried to remember last night and what happened after you went to sleep, but everything was blank after you passed out. As you walked towards the bathroom you still were feeling weird.
You were always feeling like after someone had fucked you the previous night, but no one had done that yesterday or they had…
An image of billy entering your room while you were only wrapped in a towel made its way in your brain and you gasped. Fuck, you had a sex dream about him last night and it felt… so good. It made you want him even more.
When you finished with your shower and got dressed, you went downstairs to eat breakfast as you hadn’t eaten anything the previous day. In the kitchen, billy was sitting on one of the stools in the kitchen island and tensed once he saw you. you couldn’t blame him, last night was… eventful.
“good morning…” you said softly avoiding looking at him and purred some coffee and started making breakfast.
When you were finished you put two plates on the kitchen island and served. You pushed the one plate towards billy and he finally acknowledged you.
“you… didn’t have to…” he said.
“well… what were you going to eat otherwise?” you sat down on a stool and started eating.
Billy couldn’t stop thinking about you. after last night he need for you increased even more. He woke up in the middle of the night again and jerked off at the memory. He wanted you again, but he wanted your permission this time. He knew that what he did what really fucked up and he wanted to apologize to you, yet he didn’t want to risk his chances on finally getting on your good side. He knew that you wouldn’t like what he wanted to tell you, but he had to do that at some point. He felt bad for using you like that, but was so aroused at the memory of you cumming undone on his fingers.
Once finished with your breakfast you proceeded to wash the dishes. After a while billy came from behind you and placed his plate on the sink.
“I can wash them, you made us breakfast after all” he said looking at your neck, only thinking about how bad he wanted to mark it up and nibble at it.
“it’s okay billy—“ he cut you off.
“no, I’ll do it, you can rest” he said and took the plate from your hand as he started washing it off.
“okay…” you whispered and sat back down on the stool.
You wanted to talk to him about last night, but didn’t know how to bring it up. After what happened last night, you desired him even more. You wanted to fuck him hard and rough for 24 hours straight. You ached and craved for him. You wanted to tell him about last night, so you did once he finished with the washing.
“so umm…” he looked at you “about last night…” his blood run cold.
“I’m sorry” he said not letting you finish.
“it’s okay…” you sighed “I guess… it was the tension from the previous events” you lowered your head.
“y/n, I’m really sorry, I have no idea what overtook me…” he exclaimed.
“it’s really okay bi—“
“stop saying it’s okay” his eyes burn yours and you looked at him taken aback “it’s not okay y/n. what I did was too fucked up” he ran a hand on his face.
“billy… I’m okay though…” you said and he looked at you as if you had grown a second head “you’re a guy and I understand that if you see a woman like you feel… you know…” you felt awkward as he kept staring at you “it’s not like you did something that I didn’t wanted” his eyes were about to fall on the floor.
“what the fuck are you talking about y/n?” he finally snapped and you looked at him confused “I fucked you! I freaking fucked you while you were asleep, that’s not okay and I know it… what are you even talking about?” he yelled and you gasped at his words.
“you… did what?” you felt venerable.
“I fucked you y/n, while you were asleep. I freaking came inside you that’s fucked up” he continued.
“what?” you were still trying to proceed what he had just told you and he was the one looking confused at you.
“you didn’t…” he breathed out starting to realize that you were talking about something else.
“I was talking about when you saw me…” you felt tears making their way in your eyes and you covered your mouth with your palm trying to stop your sobs.
“y/n…” he tried to reach out to you but you pulled away.
“don’t you fucking dare to touch me! You’re disgusting me” you said as you started crying as you felt nauseas.
“y/n…” he repeated your name but it was late because you had already got up from your seat and ran upstairs locking the door behind you, throwing yourself onto the bed and burying your face in your pillow as you sobbed.
A week had gone by and you couldn’t face billy yet. But why?
You wanted this too. You had touched yourself while thinking about him. You were begging silently for him to fuck you, so why were you bothering with that?
Indeed, what he did was sick, but you didn’t mind you just felt… uncomfortable.
However, you still wanted him. You wanted him to fuck for real this time, not while you were asleep, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. After a while of thinking, you felt hungry and decided to go downstairs to eat something. On your way you bumped into him and made the mistake of lifting your head.
You made eye contact and saw nothing but regret and pain in his eyes. You knew that he was sorry about what he’d done, he had even apologized to you, but you were embarrassed to see him.
“y/n…” your name felt like heaven coming out of his lips.
“yeah…” you said with a rasped voice.
“there’s…” he took a couple steps back, just realizing how close you two were “there’s a gala again tonight and—“ you didn’t let him finish.
“okay…” you made your way past him and he turned to look at you silhouette.
“I’ll bring your dress up…” he lowered his head and you didn’t answer him.
Great, just another night that you had to spend with him, looking happy and cozy.
summary; not having seen y/n, billy for the whole day bursts in her bedroom and he sees something that doesn’t let him sleep for the rest of the night.
The next day, you didn’t even dare to leave your bedroom. It wasn’t like you were afraid of him, but what he did brought you back all the trauma and pain that you had went through as a child.
You knew your father was not a good guy at all. He was more like, the worst man that ever existed. After your mother was found dead at your house, things went downhill. He started beating you up for no particular reason; he just wanted to let out some steam- as he used to tell you. once you came of age, you learnt to defend yourself and he stopped harassing you, saying that he wanted to taught you how to fight. Bullshit… he just loved violence. He craved it, but you hated it.
When you stopped thinking about all those things, you decided to take a warm shower to relax. You let the warm water travel down your body as you started washing your hair. You closed your eyes, but immediately regretted as billy’s face appeared. Your breath hollowed and your shook at the memory of you touching yourself while thinking about him. You wanted to do it again, as you felt aroused by it, but you were too stressed about yesterday’s events. You finally finished with your shower and hoped out of it as you wrapped a small towel around your wet body.
However, billy downstairs couldn’t stop thinking about you. it was 11 o’clock and he hadn’t seen you all day. He was anxious about you, it was as if he cared about you, but he wouldn’t let himself agree with that. Minutes later, he couldn’t stop moving at hi seat on the couch. Why would you react like that? Billy hated you, but once he saw the terror in your eyes, something broke in him. He hated being the reason of your nightmares and he didn’t even know why.
You didn’t even come downstairs to eat today. He was worried. Finally he decided to go up and check on you, whether you liked it or not. Once outside of your room he knocked on the door patiently. However, after a few minutes of waiting he frowned. His plan would go to waste if you were dead- he let himself believe that it was the reason of him feeling unease. He knocked again and again and again. He could hear nothing from your room, so he took a step back and kicked the door open.
As he did so and entered your room, you exited the bathroom with nothing but a small towel wrapped around yourself. Billy froze.
You looked like a goddess in all her glory. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. he was reliving the previous night, when he saw you in the dress that he had bought for you. he felt a weird feeling growing inside him and his heartbeat increased.
You couldn’t move too, as your eyes were locked with his.
He walked towards to you slowly and you felt your breath hitching in your throat. He was now standing right in front of you while looking down at your –almost naked- figure. He wanted you and he wanted you bad and rough. At that time he wanted to do unspeakable things to you. he wanted to be the reason that you would not be walking for the next week.
You looked up at him not saying a single word. He then placed the palm of his hand on your right cheek and you wanted so bad to lean into the feeling but didn’t give in. he exchanged his glare between your eyes and your lips until he leaned down so that his lips were almost touching yours.
You wanted to press your chest against his. You wanted him to feel you. you wanted him to want you as bad as you wanted him. Fuck you craved for him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, yet closed it again.
He wanted to cry by the frustration he was feeling at that moment. He wanted to take you right at that spot, but he didn’t.
He finally dropped his hand from your cheek and took a step back. You wanted to sob at his actions. He looked at you for a few more seconds and then walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
You clenched your chest. Fuck… what the fuck was that? You thought.
You felt dizzy, like you were about to collapse, so you laid down on the bed, not even bothering to change. You were feeling so hot right now. You throw your towel away and didn’t even try to cover yourself with a blanket as sleep took over you with billy being the main theme of your dreams.
Billy was feeling starstruck. He didn’t know what overtook him back then at your room. He wanted to punch himself in the face. He wanted to kiss you so bad, but he just left. He felt so lost when he looked in your eyes. You were soothing him, make all his stress go away. He felt at peace and that’s what freaked him out.
He sat up from his bed, not even knowing why. He strolled out of his bedroom and walked towards your room. The time was 2:30 in the morning and he couldn’t sleep. You wouldn’t let him sleep. That time when he tried to open the door it was unlocked. When he looked inside he felt his blood stop running in his veins and gasped lowly.
You were sleeping in your bed, your back at him, totally naked. He had a full few of your round ass, of your whole body and he wanted to touch you so bad.
He made his way towards your bed. He knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. He took his clothes off, so that he would be completely bare too. He laid down next to you and contemplate for about five minutes what to do next. Without thinking anymore, he placed his hand on your hip feeling your warm skin under his touch as he slowly started drawing circles with his thump. He then guided his hand on the inside if your thigh. He felt you tensing and stop breathing for a second, but reassumed as you continued sleeping. His hand traveled a little upwards and found home at your heat. He moaned at how wet you were.
He ran his digits through your wet folds feeling the heat radiating from you. his thump rubbed your clit and you let out a shaky breath. He worked you for a good five minutes before he entered one finger inside you. he started pumping in and out slowly as he grabbed his dick with his other hand stroking it. He wanted you so bad, wanted to be inside you, but didn’t want to wake you up. He couldn’t even imagine what your reaction would be like. However he had another idea.
He pushed you slowly forward- with his finger still inside you- as he hovered on top of you as he slowly entered you from behind. You flinched a little and he put a halt at his movements, but when you let out a sigh he pushed further inside you. fuck you were so tight. He thought that he could cum at any second. After a little he started fucking both your holes as you were still passed out cold. His breath was shaking and he wanted you even harder but still didn’t want to disturb you. he placed his head in your hair smelling the aroma of your shampoo. He was in love with your shampoo. His head shot back up and his eyes widened at the thought of the big L word. The fuck was he thinking about? Suddenly he heard you moaning and pushed a second finger inside you.
He was feeling how close you were and that was brining him even closer to his high. He couldn’t believe that you were about t cum by him fucking you while you were asleep. He increased his speed a little still fucking your ass and he felt you clenching around his fingers. With his thump, he started rubbing your clit and felt you shaking as you finally came while triggering his high too. He came inside your asshole as dropped his head on top of your slowly as he was breathing heavily.
A few seconds later his slipped his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to taste you. his cock twitched at how your juices were tasting and he wanted to bury his face between your legs. When he felt you tensing once again, he pulled out of you and kissed your head softly, before he slipped out of your bed, getting dressed again and leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind as he ran a hand through his hair, thinking about what he had just done.
When you finally arrived at the gala, a battler opened your door and helped you out of the car as billy came around giving his keys to him. He came next to you and didn’t even look at you while he wrapped his arm around your waist guiding you inside. You couldn’t help but tense at his touch as chills ran through your body.
“drink?” billy asked simply once you were inside the venue.
“umm yeah…” you answered gulping at how out of place you were feeling.
You were at an event with the man that you liked, but was also your kidnapper. You felt weak, helpless. You liked being around him, yet nit like that. You’d love to be his partner and you’d help him with whatever he was up to, if he’d ask you without question. Apart from everything you too didn’t like how your father was like. He never treated you with love, care, never asked anything about your life, how were you feeling when you were at your downs. That’s the reason why he didn’t even try to look for you now that you were missing for fur whole days. Where did he think that you could be? Sometimes you were wondering if he even knew that he had a daughter.
“y/n…” billy exclaimed your name.
“yes, yeah…” you said taken aback.
“I said that your father’s here and we’re gonna see him” he explained looking around the room.
That was your problem, he was treating you like you were some object, maybe you were, but you weren’t feeling okay with him treating you like trash. What would he even do to you once he was finished with your father? Would he kill you? you exhaled shakily at that thought ad turned to him.
“so that’s why you threatened me to come with you?” you spoke.
“first of all, be careful with what you’re saying and second… that’s what we agreed on first place princess” he said as his eyes burned in yours.
“we? I didn’t agree with anything you said billy” you hissed back.
“shut up or I swear you’re gonna regret it when we get back home” he clenched his jaw.
“oh yes? What will you do?” you challenged him.
“I might not be able to kill you sweetheart, but I can torture you, dig my blade so deep into your skin. I’ll make sure to scar your pretty body forever, that much so you’ll not be able to get out of the house again” his grip on your waist tightened as your eyes widened “now, let’s go and find daddy Rawlins” he smirked and lead you through the crowed.
Seconds later, your father appeared talking with some older men.
“William!” billy exclaimed with a proud voice, wrapping his arm even more around your middle, showing of his dominance.
Your father turned around and you saw his eyes widening at the sight of both of you.
“russo…” he said as he turned away from the people that he was previously talking to “y/n” he exclaimed looking at you with disgust.
Amazing, your own father was disgusted of you.
“didn’t expect to see you here” billy lead smirking.
“why on earth would I miss a military event?” your father responded in the same tone.
“ right… more men to cry out for help, isn’t that right?”billy fired back and you saw your father clenching his jaw.
“in comparison to you, billy, I don’t need to cry for help. I believe that you are the one that has to do that, don’t you think?” he said.
“yeah, I don’t think so. y/n, what do you think?” he finally addressed you and your father glared at you.
You wanted to say that you should be the one to cry for help, but you knew better than that. You knew that if you were to disappoint billy, you’d pay for that.
“I think that you have to be careful dad, many dad things can happen when you’re not expecting them” you smirked as you felt a rush of confidence running through you.
“my own daughter… turned against me” he gritted his teeth and you knew that if you weren’t surrounded by people he would’ve crush both of you, if not billy then you for sure.
“don’t know what you’re talking about William, but If she’s your daughter, then she keeps calling daddy every night I fuck her?” billy grinned proud of himself and your jaw dropped as he turned you around to leave, before you saw your father’s hand tighten around the glass of whisky that he was holding.
“what the fuck was that billy?” you exclaimed once you were too far away from your father.
“what?” he responded having the same smirk again on his face.
“he’s my father billy, you can’t say things like that to him” you hissed at him.
“you’d wished for me to say even more things to him than what I just said, if you knew what he’s done” he said looking at you like a mad man.
“then tell me! What has he done?” you demanded.
“your place is to be my good little girl, not a fucking brat, demanding things” he gritted his teeth.
“I hate you! I wanna leave” you said and walked outside with billy following you.
“I swear to god y/n, if you do not stop right now I’ll fucking ruin you” he yelled once you were outside.
“for fucks sake billy, I would’ve just waited in the car, I’m not leaving, I know better than to leave you. I just want some space” you said as you felt tears in your eyes, but tried to shake them away.
“you can’t have space y/n. what do you think you are? I told yo—“ you interrupted him.
“a means to an end… I know. Now take me home” you demanded as you entered the car.
“fucking bitch” you heard him saying while he stood in front of his car.
You felt your heart breaking at what he said. You hated that he was treating you like that. Hated to be used like that. You just wanted to go back to your room at his apartment and cry your eyes out. Why were you feeling that way for him? Your heart was aching for him, for his touch. You should hate him. That’s what you were telling him, but that as just to get on his nerves, you didn’t actually mean it.
You wanted to punch yourself for not loathing him.
Once at his penthouse, you tried to make your way upstairs, but were stopped as he grabbed your arm yanking you behind, crushing you against the wall as he wrapped his other hand around your neck squeezing it.
“I told that you’ll fucking regret what you did?” he was furious as he was looking you in the eye.
“I don’t fucking care. You are a nothing russo and I fucking hate you to death. I don’t care what my father has done to you, but I wish for him to kill you in the most awful was while I will be enjoying watching you beg for your life” you fought back, using his words against him.
“i’m sorry princess, but that will never happen. I promise you, once I’m done with him, I’ll fucking kill you too. I will hesitate about it. I swear!” he whispered- yelled at you as his grip around your neck tightened “I’ll fucking skin you alive bitch” you saw him lifting his hand up, making you flinch at the movement and a frighten look made its way on your face. Billy was taken aback, not expecting that reaction from you.
“please…” you trembled.
“y/n…” he whispered your name as he dropped his hand from your neck, taking a few steps backwards.
“can I go up..?” you said with a shaken voice.
“yeah…” he nodded and you rushed upstairs.
Once in the bedroom you locked the door behind you sliding down against it while bringing your legs up to your chest hugging them and started crying as billy was left flustered at the entrance hall.
summary; billy threatens y/n to go with him at some gala
warnings; angst, mature themes, mature language, metions of blood, threatening w knief, masturbate (MINORS D.N.I / 18+)
words; 1.6k
A couple of days later, your father hadn’t even tried to communicate with you, it was as if he didn’t even care about you, thing which was upsetting you a lot. Billy was being kind of cold towards you, but it wasn’t as if you were seeing each other a lot, as a matter of fact that you were always locked in your room, which turned out to be billy’s room too.
The first night he tried to sleep with you, not in any suggestive way, he just attempted to sneak into the bed while you were asleep, but as soon as you felt something move besides you, you pushed him off the bed, resulting in him falling onto the ground. He never tried to do that again, it was as if he was respecting your decision, yet how would you believe that since he had kidnapped you.
You had missed human contact, in any kind of way and you wanted so bad to leave this house. Billy had even taken your phone too and you couldn’t talk to anyone. You were still mad at him, who wouldn’t be, but you managed to stay as much as you could away from him. However, you still liked him and couldn’t hold back, but think about how it would be if he one day sneak into your room again and started kissing you, then removing your clothes and then at the end, fucking you. you wanted him so bad and having him wandering around the house for the most part of the day that he wasn’t at anvil, was infuriating.
You had thought many times about touching yourself, but you didn’t want to give into him, didn’t want to let him know that he’d won. You hated that, your ache about him and you wanted to tease him back, but it was as if nothing was affecting him, or he was pretending so…
Letting out a heavy sigh, you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen to grab something to eat, because you didn’t eat lunch and now you were starving to death. In your displeasure though, billy was there too sitting on the couch watching tv with just a pair of grey sweatpants on. You tried not to look at him and opened the fridge to find something eatable. As you did so and closed it, you felt an arm wrapping around your waist and you were yanked behind and against a firm chest. Billy…
“haven’t seen you today princess” he whispered as he placed his head in the crook of your neck making chills run through your body.
“wasn’t that wonderful?” you said ironically and pushed away his arm from your waist, resulting in him to let out a small chuckle.
“couldn’t agree more” he winked at you as you turned around and you rolled your eyes.
“come on princess don’t be like that” he smirked and you didn’t said anything back, making him sigh deeply “anyways, there’s this gala tonight that we have to attend so be ready at 8” he said and sat back down on the couch.
“excuse me?” you exclaimed and he looked at you.
“what?” he simply said,
“I’m not going anywhere with you” you said and he let out a dark laugh sitting back up and walking towards you.
“you don’t understand princess. This is the reason I have you with me, to be my little doll that I’ll be showing of at your daddy” he smirked looking down at you “this is the only reason I’m keeping you alive” he continued and your eyes widened “yes princess, I decide whether you leave or not, me and only me” he finished.
“fuck you” you said with a trembling voice.
“you just have to ask sweetheart and I’ll obey to that” he grinned at your comment and your eyes widened.
“I’m not coming” you threw your hands in the air by the frustration and tried to leave but he grabbed you by the hair snatching you back at him while pulling from his pocket a small knife pointing it at your neck.
“either you’re coming with me or I’m slashing your throat leaving you here to bleed to death while I’ll be watching tv, your call” he hissed in your ear and you gulped.
“I dare you…” suddenly feeling more confident you gripped at his wrist digging your nails into skin, drawing blood.
“fucking bitch” he breathed out and pressed even more the blade to your throat.
“you need me, we both know that. You can’t kill me. What will your little buddy think about it?” you bit at your lip trying to hold back your smirk.
“I fucking hate you” he said and finally let go of you pushing you away with force, making you gasp “you’re still coming with me though, because even if I can’t kill you, I can kill your friends and whoever else you care about” his eyes darkened and you felt your blood stop running in your veins by what he told you.
“billy…” you whispered his name, feeling helpless.
“I spoke” he gritted his teeth.
“okay…” you finally gave in with a deep sigh.
“good, I’ll bring you up your dress in a minute” he said as he signed for you to go to room.
After a few minutes that you’d reached your room you heard someone knocking. Opening it you saw billy with a huge back in his hand.
“this is yours. Be ready by 8” he explained and left without a second word.
Moments later, you decided to open the back and inside you saw the most beautiful dress. It was a long, silk, black dress without a back and you felt definitely in love with it. Did billy bought it for you? looks like he might be a bastard, but he’s a bastard with good taste.
You finally went to take a bath, relaxing by the events of the day and tried to avoid thinking about what will happen later. Once out, you wrapped a towel around you and started daydreaming as you started with your hair routine, as billy had made sure to provide you with everything that you had back home.
You started thinking about him though, about how it would be to have him there right next to you. what if you’d attend this event as his actual girlfriend and not as a pawn. You wanted him to wrap his arms around you as he did earlier, you wanted him to kiss your neck and places more southern. Without even thinking your hand made each way towards your heat that was already soaking and not just by the water. You closed your eyes and felt your heartbeat increasing as you run your fingers between your folds. You rubbed your clit for a moment before guiding your fingers at your opening and pushing two of them inside you as you gasped. You pumped them in and out of you thinking about billy’s fingers. How good they were wrapped around your neck at firs day that you came here. You wanted him to bury them deep inside as, you wanted him to make you cum a thousand time only by using them… and then maybe he’d bury his head between your legs too.
You let out a moan at the feeling. You imagined that these were his fingers, he was the one controlling your body, your orgasms, everything… you wanted him to ruin you. with your thumb you rubbed your clit, feeling your high approaching as you imagined billy’s face looking right into your eyes.
“oh fuck… billy…” you moaned loudly as you came on your fingers.
Seconds later and after you had calmed down, it was as if you had returned on the planet earth and hoping that he didn’t hear you, you washed your hands and with trembling legs, you made your way back in your room to get ready.
An hour later you were finished. You had wore the dress that billy gave you as you combined them with your black high heels and had put on night make up. Once ready you took your small black and silver purse and made your way downstairs.
When you went to the hall that was leading to the entrance way, billy was standing there putting on his suit jacket and you couldn’t help yourself but check him out as he had his back on you. you finally decided to pretend as if you were clearing your throat and he turned around looking at you as you saw his jaw dropping at the sight of you.
“are… are you ready?” he asked after a few moments clearing his throat too.
“yeah…” you answered and walked towards the door as he grabbed his keys, but before you could walk past him, he grabbed your arm stopping you.
“if you dare to try anything, say anything or attempt to leave, all your friends are dead” he threatened and you gulped nodding “I didn’t hear you” he hissed shaking your arm with force “did you understand?” he asked.
“yes” you said.
“good” and with that you left his house and made your to the private garage that was in his building.
a/n; so, as a matter of fact that i’m leaving home to go to my uni, i’ll try to write as many parts as i can while i’m still here, so that i’ll be able to update when i’m away!
summary; billy kidnaps y/n and they’re having a weird interaction at his apartment.
Everything happened so fast! At the beginning you were waiting for a cab to take you home, after a girl’s night out drinking your ass off at some bar and then an expensive black car stops in front of you and in a matter of seconds strong arms are wrapping themselves around you and a hand presses a white cloth against your mouth. You didn’t get to do anything as you were unconscious in a couple of seconds.
The next day you woke up with a start. You had a huge headache and you were feeling nauseous. Opening your eyes you linger your eyes around the room and realized that you had no idea where you were. Could have been a one night stand? Was it any of your friend’s house? Did your father redecorate the whole place overnight? No, no and no!
Where the hell where you?
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and you couldn’t believe in your eyes, when you saw who walked in. billy fucking russo. Did you actually had a one night stand with your father’s colleague. Indeed he was hot, so hot that no one could resist this man and you sure as hell had a crush on him since the first day that you saw him. To be honest, you wouldn’t mind fucking him.
“good morning sleeping beauty” he smirked as he stood before you on the bed with his hands in his pockets, giving out some kind of power.
“b-billy” you exclaimed his name, as you tried to adjust your eyes to the light that was making its way through the open door.
“glad you’re up princess, breakfast waits for you downstairs” and with that he exited the room, leaving you behind while being pretty confused.
Then it all came back. Your friends, drinking with them, having the time of your life and then you waiting for a cad, but instead a black rolls Royce pulled up in front of you, a man came out and then… you gasped panicked. You had been kidnapped. What the hell?! Billy… he had kidnapped you. he… you felt yourself wanting to collapse at the memory, but you were better than that.
Furious, you made your way downstairs and tried to find billy in this big ass penthouse. You had searched for five minutes when you saw two big wooden doors and opened them without a second thought. Billy was sitting in front of his chair, while typing something away on his laptop. You walked like a mad man towards him and hit your hands on top of his workplace with a thud wanting to make him look at you, but he couldn’t seem to care less. That made you even angrier.
“what the fuck billy?” you yelled at him “what kind of a sick game is this, huh?” he didn’t even bother giving you just one glance as he kept on working.
You walked around his desk and turned his chair around so he would be looking at you not, in which you succeeded.
“what is it princess?” he asked calmly as he made himself more comfortable in his seat.
“wha… billy are fucking serious?” you hissed at him as your eyes narrowed.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about princess” that ridiculously smirk made its way on his face again “didn’t you like breakfast?” he asked afterwards.
“you fucking piece of shit, do you think that it’s okay to go around kidnapping people in the middle of the night?” you said in a high pitched voice and he sighed.
“look y/n, I know that you have a lot of questions, but I have to work too so if y—“ you cut him off by slapping his cheek, thing which you regretted immediately as he sat up suddenly, wrapping one hand around your neck, chocking you.
However, instead of fright you were feeling a lot different. Billy was making you feel so weird. A rush of adrenaline made its way through your body as you felt yourself getting aroused. You were getting freaking aroused by being choked to death… but it was billy. Your eyes burned into his as he clenched his jaw.
“ya’re a little fucking spoiled brat, y/n, that wants to have everything in her life. That’s how daddy taught you to be anyways. While you’ll be staying here with me princess you’ll learn how to behave. I’ll make you my good little princess” he smirked as he tightened his hand around your throat.
You didn’t obey though. you spat in his face a dug your nails into the skin of his hand that was chocking you. you wanted to kiss him so bad right now. Billy snatched you closer to him and grabbed your jaw with his other hand making you open your mouth at him.
“don’t you fucking dare to spit on me again slut. The only one spitting here will be me” he leaned down so he was hovering slightly over you and while you mouth was still open he spit in it “now, swallow” you wanted to swallow so bad, feeling your panties being soaked by this moment, but you didn’t want to give in so easily. However, as you were about to spit back at him he placed his palm over your mouth and looked at you with a mischievous smirk “swallow” he instructed again and finally you obeyed “good girl” he said looking proudly at you “now how about you go and eat your breakfast sweetheart, before it gets cold?” he asked and you simply nodded.
You made your way into the kitchen with billy being hot on your heels. You sat down and just stared at your food. You had so many questions, but were too tired to try and get the answers out of him, so you asked just one thing, that you thought it was the most important one;
“why did you do it?” your voice was barely heard and billy came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist while placing his chin on your shoulder, making you feel butterflies.
“you, princess, are a means to an end. Your father and i, you see, are not in such good terms… he owes me… something, so you’re just his little girl, that’s going to help him make him mad that even his princess betrayed him and slept with the enemy” he finished as he kissed your neck softly.
“but i…we didn’t…” you gulped.
“no princess. Unfortunately I didn’t fuck you, thing which I would gladly do, but one step at a time huh? The main target is to make your daddy pay for what he did to my buddy” he hissed in your ear and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how it would be to be fucked by him.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing in his touch, yet as soon as you did he pulled away.
“I have to go to work, make yourself at home princess. Your stuff are upstairs in the bedroom” he said “the entrance will be locked for as long as I will be at anvil, so if anything happens you call me right away, understood?” he asked looking at you intensely and you nodded “good girl” and with that he left, leaving you alone trying to proceed what had just happened.
summary; y/n and billy go way back. two years ago the two of them managed to turn from enemies to lovers, after he had kidnapped her and forced her to pretend to be his girlfriend as to use her against her father, william rawlins.
summary; y/n and billy go way back. two years ago the two of them managed to turn from enemies to lovers, after he had kidnapped her and forced her to pretend to be his girlfriend as to use her against her father, william rawlins.
warnings; mature themes, mentions of trauma, violence, blood and torture, angst
words; 578
The rays of the sun hardly make their way inside the cold room. Your hands stings from the ropes that binds them together. Your body is trembling from the pain and your eyes burn from the crying.
730 days.
That’s how long you have been kidnapped by your own father, William Rawlins, a cruel, foul man, that doesn’t even aches for his own daughter. The only thing that motivates him is money… and torturing people.
Of course you didn’t know any of his doings from the beginning. That’s why, once you’ve learnt about them, he locked up in a small room for two whole years. You hated that man; you hated your father, hated being his daughter, hated being called a ‘Rawlins’. Overall, you loathed everything in your life. Everything except a man.
Billy Russo.
The man that you once hated, but now and for the past two and a half years loved more than anything. Billy was the only one that made feel alive, that made you feel like you mattered. You wanted to cry just by having a small glimpse of him in your head. Your heart was screaming for him, was pleading for him to come and get you away from this place that you’ve been trapped in.
But nothing ever happened. Billy never burst through the door to rescue you. You waited and waited and cried and cried…
So, as the time went by, you made up your mind and decided that you’ve had enough.
Days of planning later, you had finally managed to break through your bounds, after tricking one of your father’s men into giving you –accidentally- a pocket knife. Once you were standing on your feet, you immediately fall down due to the aching of your legs. Moments later you crawled towards the door-it was lunch time- and when it opened you knocked down the guard… and the other four as well and as you rose again, you run to the nearest exit that you had spotted.
The light hit you and you screamed as your eyes burned by being exposed to the sun after all these years. People were looking at you strangely and you couldn’t blame them. A woman approached you. You were terrified and your whole body was shaking so you run. You run and run and run…
Your head hit into a strong stern and your nose started bleeding at how sensitive it had became by all the beating. You tried to apologize, but no words could come out of your mouth. It was as you’d forgotten how to talk, due to only screaming those couple of years.
So you lifted your head.
You froze. Your blood stopped running in your veins. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.
He was there, standing right in front of you. He was the same as you remembered him to be, but… he looked more miserable now. Why?
Why? A question that had engulfed your brain. Was it because of you? No, it couldn’t be, could it? After all these years, did he even remember you? His eyes darkened and started glistening as he stood there speechless.
He remembered you, but why didn’t he try to look for you? However, all you cared about at that time was him. The man that had overwhelmed your thoughts while in captivity, was finally standing only a few inches away from you.
Your ex enemy and currently lover, was here. Billy Russo was here!
A/n; finally guys this is the last part of my series!❤️ i hope that you enjoyed my annoying self and i’m so sorry for not posting for like… two months but my adhd self decided to self distanced himself from writting lol
Summary; Y/n dreams finally comes true, with the man that she loves to death.
warnings; fluff, mature language
words; 1.1k
Three years later
“tony come back you didn’t finish your cereal!” you yelled out at your two year old son that had just took off with his father, while holding your little girl, willow, in your arms.
“mommy I’m not hungry anymore.” Tony cried out.
“tony you need to eat your food if you wanna be a big boy” you told him.
“sorry honey but that’s a dump thing to say.” Your husband showed up out of nowhere with a foot-ball in his hands.
“if that was true I would be superman by now, not penguin” he said making your son laugh hysterically.
“well if penguin was like that and I was batman… damn… would let him kill me and then apologize about it” you winked at him making him smirk.
“it is a good thing then that you’re not batman and I’m not penguin” he said approaching you, making you roll your eyes.
“daddy!” your little girl squealed in your arms for her father.
“hey baby girl, love that your reminding mommy how she should call me at nights” he grinned as she took willow in his arms.
You were so grateful that your son had gone back to resume playing in your backyard.
“jesus billy, she might be ten months old, but she still can understand you in some way, ya know” you said rolling your eyes once more.
“then what if we leave willow with tony and go upstairs to have a more private… talk” he winked.
“in your dreams pretty boy” you laughed.
“indeed that is the only place that we’re having that kind of talk nowadays” he sighed.
“whatever bill” you said and went back inside to wash the dishes.
So, as it may seems, it is a fact that in those last three years you and billy had finally managed to built your own family. Tony was born almost one year after you reunited with your husband and turns out half a year later, your pregnant again with your little princess, willow.
Furthermore, you still kept in touch with pepper and morgan, but only through phone calls and etc., because you were still wanted back in the USA. Looks like your fight for mankind was not good enough for them to forgive you and let you return to your birth country, yet you didn’t mind.
You had built a new life here with billy, having created your own small family, so you couldn’t be more grateful about it. All your pain and all the shit you went through, belonged to the past now.
As for Curtis, he didn’t mind bothering you and billy again. You had learnt that he was married now, but still kept on talking to ex-vets. You were glad though that he didn’t try to come after you at all.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt your husbands arms wrapping themselves around your waist while he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“what are you thinking about?” he finally asked you.
Sighing you whipped your wet hands in a towel and turned around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your rested your behind against the kitchen counter. He kept his own arms still around your waist.
“I was thinking about how grateful I am to have you and our babies in my life” you answered truthfully while pecking his lips.
“i didn’t do anything about it love, don’t know what you’re talking about. You went through all that pain while I quite enjoyed myself in the making.” He smirked and you playfully smacked his arm.
“are you horny mister russo?” you smirked back.
“how can I not be if I’m having you as my wife?” he winked at you as he leaned in and started kissing your neck.
“I’m sorry to break it to you honey…” you said while pushing him away “but it’ll take you months to put your pretty hands on me again” you bite you lower lip.
“what?! No love you can’t do this to me… I can’t stand a day not touching you” he cried out as he tried to touch you again but you avoided him.
“nah ah, you said it yourself, you didn’t do anything more than enjoying yourself while I was having the worst pan in my life honey, so now is time for pay back” you said turning around and resuming washing the dishes.
“babe come on—and how long will this torture last?” he asked sighing.
“until I go through that hell of a pain again and manage to break your hand” you giggled.
“wha—you know to get through this I have to fuck you ag—“ he cut himself of as he reached out to turn off the tap while turning you around so he could face you.
“y/n…” he started.
“yeaaahh…” you responded while trying to hide your smirk.
“are you…?” he said.
“am I what billy?” you giggled and suddenly his face expression went from a confused one to an excited one.
“baby…” he said while tearing up and you couldn’t help but squeal while wrapping your arms around his neck again.
“yeah” you breathed out.
“are you…” he didn’t finish as you nodded your head positively at him.
“oh my…” he breathed out as he picked you up in his arms and spin you around making you laugh from excitement.
“I love you so much y/n” he said as he put you on top of the counter “you don’t know how lucky I feel having you all to myself love. Thank you, thank you so much for being my wife” he said as a tear spilled from the corner of his eye.
“billy…” you sighed as you whipped his tear off “I love you too honey, never forget that, you are my whole world and I would do a=everything in my power for yours and our babies’ happiness” you finally said as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly while he placed his hands gently on your hips.
“thank you for sticking with me billy” you both laughed.
“thank you for tolerating me, my love” he said back as he kissed you again.
“told you I dreamed about out family billy, thank you for making my dreams come true” you hugged him.
“cannot believe that I’m holding you right now in my arms y/n” he said while kissing your hair softly.
“what can I say, I’m quite of a superhero, am I not?” you said and you both broke out laughing.
Summary; Y/n learns that there’s a way to bring Billy back.
warnings; violence, mentions of blood, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mature content, mature laguage
words; 1.2k
Five years later
“Morgan, Y/n, where are you?” you heard your father calling out yours and your little sisters name.
“In here” Morgan yelled back as you smiled softly at her.
It had been five years since half of the population vanished and since that day you had been living with your dad. When you finally found him due to the help of Captain Marvel, you felt a part of you healing automatically, while the other one was still missing Billy, your husband.
You had been so miserable when you lost him. That day you lost your whole world. Since then you’ve been diagnosed with depression and many more. Apparently, now, you had been leaving with your father, his wife- Pepper and their little daughter, that is your sister, Morgan.
That little girl became the daughter you would never had with Billy. You particularly raised her. You gave her all the love that you had left in your heart and you were always there to help Pepper out.
However, enough was enough and you couldn’t stand sitting there like nothing ever happened, doing nothing. The world had lost its hope. The Avengers were gone and whoever of them was left, had quit once and for all.
So, you were more than happy to welcome Steve Rogers, Natasha and that guy that you’d never seen before in your father’s house.
“Hey Y/n… how’re things going?” Natasha asked you while the others were inside talking about time travelling.
Crazy, isn’t it?
“Hi Nat, could have been better, I believe.” You admitted truthfully.
“Y/n, have faith in us, in you, we’re gonna bring everyone back. I promise you that.” She placed her hand on your shoulder.
“I don’t like thinking about him Nat, it hurts so fucking much.” You breathed out as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.
“I understand, I’m so sorry Y/n…” She hugged you.
When they finally left you went to talk with your dad.
“Yes sweetheart” he responded when you called out for him.
“I want to leave” you finally said.
“what? What do you mean?” he asked you shocked.
“I can’t stay here dad, when I’m learning that there might be a way to bring Billy back. I just… I can’t.” you broke down.
“Y/n I’ve risked everything to have you all here with me safe and sound. I can’t risk losing you, you all are my family, you are my first daughter y/n, I’m not leaving you go anywhere!” he yelled at you and you shot up from your chair.
“you’re only thinking about yourself, do you know how bad it hurts to miss someone and even more if you know that there’s hope and the people that are supposed to be helping you, are holding you back? Yes, you are my family, but Billy is too, he is my husband and I’m not losing hope on bringing him back. I’m going, whether you like it or not.” You said and left the kitchen.
A couple days later, your father finally joined you too and now you were with him, steve and scott in new York of 2012 to find the space stone, while bruce went to bring the time stone. Many things came up and steve and your dad had to go way back to get the space stone, but now you had to fight.
“promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if he worlds ending.”
You remembered Billy’s words to you from the day that he turned into dust.
Bruce had snapped his fingers and hopefully had reversed Thanos’ doings. However, you knew that nothing was over yet, you had a very bad feeling of what was to come. Suddenly, you everything darkened and in a matter of seconds the whole building had collapsed.
You tried to recover as soon as possible, but you had no idea where you were at that moment, so you tried to search for a trace of light and you found it. You climbed up the big rocks and made your way through a small gorge on top of it.
When you got out everything was destroyed, yet you tried to find your father.
“dad!” you yelled out once you saw him.
“y/n” he breathed out and run up to you, still in his iron man suit.
“I thought that you died” he said while he hugged you.
“I’m okay dad” you reassured him.
Suddenly, you saw multiple orange wholes opening and a whole army of everyone that had turned into dust appeared.
You had made it. You had brought everyone back. Billy was back!
After that a huge fight broke out between you all and Thanos’… things.
At the end you were exhausted, but you were still fighting. Blood was rolling down from your nose and you were feeling your insides burning, but you kept on fighting. A while later, you saw your father wearing Thanos’ infinity gauntlet with all the stones on it.
“no…” you whispered to yourself knowing what that was meaning.
And then snap.
Iron Man had snapped his fingers and slowly everyone from Thanos’ side was turning into dust. You quickly run up to your father where you saw Peter kneeled next to him crying.
When the others saw you the all took a step back and Peter got up looking at you sadly. You walked up to your father, finally, still feeling your body burning from the inside.
“dad…” you said weakly.
He slowly turned to you smiling. You were losing him.
“tell Billy I said hi” and with that he let out his last breath while you stayed there screaming above your dead father’s body as everybody was trying to pull you away.
“please… I need him…” you tried to breath.
“who do you need y/n?” steve asked while tryig to get you to stand up.
“my h-husdand…” you sobbed.
“I’ll get you to him, y/n… I promise…” he whispered into your ear.
And he did it.
Two days after your father’s funeral, you finally reached the island that you and Billy had fled to. You finally took a deep breath and opened the front door. When you walked in you were faced with silence and for a moment you thought that Billy hadn’t come back.
“y/n…” but there was he in all his glory.
You run up to him and hugged him squeezing him to death.
“where had you gone to y/n?” he asked you while still hugging you too.
“billy shut up and just kiss me” you said looking him in the eye, while tears were making their way onto you cheeks.
Billy wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer, before smashing his lips with yours.
For him it had been five days, but for you… for you it had been five years.
Now, you had the rest of your lives to make up for the lost time.
“I love you Billy.” You whispered while your lips were brushing against his.
“I love you too y/n.” he said and kissed you once again.
A/n; so i was thinking about finishing the series here, but then i had an incredible idea so please put your seatbelts onp.s. read the second a/n at the end ‘cause i don’t wanna spoil anything yet!!
Summary; Y/n receives a weird phone call.
warnings; fluff, angst, mature language, unedited work
words; 1.6k
Spring of 2018
It had been four months since you and Billy were finally leaving in peace, yet no upcoming pregnancy.
After that day on the beach and all the events that followed, you decided that you wanted to leave free for a little bit. Good thing that your ovulation was low and you didn’t actually got pregnant. Now, you were extremely happy that you could spend all the time that you wanted with your man.
You still kept in touch with your father and that’s how you know that he was intending to marry his- for so very long time- assistant- Pepper. You couldn’t be more happy about him. You knew that he loved her and you liked her very much too, so you wouldn’t mind calling her step- mother even though she was insisting on you calling her by her name, because she was saying that you wanted to be best friends- yes, she knew about you and Billy.
This morning your father called you again, to ask you if it’s okay with you to have another sibling. The first thing that came into your mind was that Pepper was probably pregnant, but no. He just told you that he had a dream that night that he and Pepper had a daughter called Morgan. You thought that was very sweet and of course you told him that you couldn’t be more excited about it.
However, he brought up the subject of having grandkids again, so you just rolled your eyes and told him that for the time being, you just wanted Billy all to yourself… he just called you ‘horny’ and that you need to calm your hormones down.
After you finished talking to him, you went in the kitchen to find your husband cooking. You approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your chin on his shoulder.
“Hello love…” He smiled down at you.
“Hi.” You blushed.
You couldn’t believe that after all these years, he still was able to make you blush without even trying.
“What are you cooking?” You asked him then.
“Your favorite, y/f/f.” He told you making you squeal and tighten your grip around his torso even more.
“I love you I love you I love you.” You giggled while standing on your toes and kissing his cheek multiple times making him giggle.
“You’re so cute.” He said while turning around, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you onto the kitchen island as placed himself between your legs.
“No! You’re cute.” You fired back laughing.
He laughed with you and brought your lips into a loving kiss, while having his hands gently placed on your waist drawing circles under your shirt. By the time, the kiss deepened and your guided your own hands around his neck, bringing him even closer, as he squeezed the flesh of your waist.
“I love you too sweetheart.” He smiled when he pulled away, but before you could say anything he attacked his lips onto yours once more, kissing you even more passionately this time.
The palm of his hand started going downwards and stopped when he had finally grabbed your ass, slapping it playfully making you yelp into the kiss. As the kiss started getting even more heated, you heard your phone ringing and pulled away with a groan.
“Weren’t you just talking with your father?” Billy asked frustrated.
You didn’t answer him, because you were taken aback with the caller ID. It was an unknown number calling from the USA. You immediately panicked thinking that somehow Homeland had found out about your whereabouts.
“What is it?” Billy asked more worried now.
“I… it’s from the States.” You finally said making Billy’s eyes go wide.
“Don’t answer it.” He told you making you look at him with a arched brow.
“Are fucking stupid Billy that I’m going to answer the freaking phone when someone calls me from the States as we are actually wanted criminals?” You said sarcastically.
“That sounds so hot when you say it.” He smirked.
“Shut up Bill.” You said and your phone finally stopped ringing making you let out a deep breath.
“Thank God…” You exclaimed, but sooner or later it started ringing again.
“Turn it off.” Billy instructed.
“Wha—”
“Turn it the fuck off, Y/n.” He repeated, but you didn’t move so he just grabbed your phone and pressed the off button.
“Ughh…” He sighed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.
“It’s okay, Billy, they won’t find us. I promise.” You said while stroking his hair.
“But what if they already did? Who was calling you Y/n?” He asked you concerned.
“I don’t know Billy, but I promise you that if someone will ever try to hurt yo—”
“Don’t you dare say that you’re gonna use your powers.” He cut you off.
“But—”
“No buts Y/n. You remember what happened last time. You don’t even know what I went through when you collapsed that day in my arms Y/n. It felt like I had just lost my whole world. I can’t get through that again, please.” He pleaded with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
You were speechless.
“Promise me… promise me that you won’t use your powers, not even if the worlds ending.” He begged you.
“I promise you Billy, I won’t use my powers.” You finally said, kissing his forehead.
A few hours later, you had eaten your food and now you were both cuddled on the sofa while watching your favorite movie. Billy had literally spoiled you.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he saw your eyes closing.
“Hmm… just sleepy is all…” You said yawning.
“Time to take my Queen to bed then.” He said and got out of your arms before lifting you off the couch- bridal style- and leading you to your bedroom.
When he laid you down, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
“Please, lay with me.” You pleaded.
“Okay baby, just wait a second to go downstairs to turn off the lights.” He exclaimed softly as he kissed your forehead and left.
Several minutes later, Billy hadn’t come back yet. Suddenly, reality hits you and you thought that someone had captured him. Panicked and worried you shot up from the bed and grabbed one of Billy’s guns that he had on his nightstand, before making your way downstairs carefully.
When you reached the living room, the lights were still on and the TV was playing the movie that you were watching previously. As you started searching the house, you didn’t find any evidence that someone had broken in. When you entered the kitchen, you found silence, but you saw your phone on top of the counter where you had left it in the morning. A thought crossed your mind then that the caller had to do something with Billy’s disappearance.
So, with no Billy around you grabbed your phone and turned it on, deciding to call back whoever had called you in the morning.
After a few seconds someone picked it up.
“Yes…” You heard a familiar voice.
“Who is this” You finally asked.
“Y/n?” You heard the person saying your name.
“Yes, it’s me Y/n, now tell who the fuck are you and why did you call me!” You demanded.
“Y/n it’s me, Bruce, Bruce Banner.” He said making you gasp.
“What? Bruce?” You were so confused.
“Y/n I called you because something terrible happened. Thank God your still here.” He sighed.
“Bruce, what’s going on?” You asked worried as you made your way to the living room where the lights were still on, in hopes that Billy had reappeared in some kind of way.
“I was in some planet with Thor and Loki and then Thanos appeared and I came back to the Earth and Stephen was here, Stephen Strange and something bad had happened and we called your father, Tony and he came and then I wanted to call you too, but you weren’t answering your phone and then that thing appeared in the sky and those three weird people, God if I can even call them ‘people’, came and then there was a fight, and Peter and your dad and Stephen went into that spaceship which took of to space and then we went to Wakanda and then there was an even bigger fight an—”
“MY FATHER WENT TO WHERE?! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING BRUCE?” You practically screamed into the phone.
“I’m so sorry Y/n…” Bruce said.
“You’re w—” You had started crying when you saw a shell of dust on the floor.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Bruce asked concerned due to your silence.
You looked at it confused and kneeled down to exam it.
“What happened next Bruce?” You asked him to continue as you were still curious about the tone of dust in your living room.
“You won’t like what’s next Y/n…” He warned you.
“Oh please my father is on space and my husband’s missing, what else could have gone wrong?” You said ironically.
“Billy’s missing?” He asked you worried.
“Yeah… and I don’t know what might’ve happened to him Bruce.” You said while trying to wipe your tears away.
“Y/n, when did Billy exactly disappear?” He said next.
“Like… thirty minutes ago, Bruce…” You sobbed.
“Y/n… 50% of the population of the Universe is gone…” He informed you and you choked on oxygen.
“What?!” You yelled.
“Thanos Y/n… he turned 50% of living species into dust.” He exclaimed and you felt like you lost the Earth from under your feet.
a/n*; i know that there’s a big timespan between the events of civil war and infinity war, but for the story’s needs it will be like 4-5 months difference
Summary:You think that moving to New York with your husband will help with your marital problems. However, things take a much darker turn and you are forced to find refuge in two priests.
Warnings:fluff, swearing, mentions of death, lil bit of angst, complete au, not canon in anyway!
Words:2045
Disclaimer: I know nothing of the priesthood apart from how it’s represented in movies and TV shows (specifically, The Exorcist TV Show) so I apologise if anything is wrong!
A/N: Again guys, sorry for the silence! I hope you guys enjoy this I feel like it’s kind of a weird concept, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx
Chapter I - In The Beginning
The gentle movement of the car was finally lulling you to sleep as your eyelids grew heavy and you let your head fall against the glass of the window with a resounding thunk. It sounded irrational and completely ridiculous but you had been scared to sleep on the plane but while your husband, Simon was driving the car you felt a lot safer knowing he was occupied. It was a terrible feeling to be scared of your husband when you loved him so much and you knew that he loved you too.
However, you wouldn’t dwell on it if you could help it because New York was supposed to be a fresh start and an end to your marital issues. A sharp pain in your left thigh woke you up with a jolt, it felt like long finger nails were digging into your skin. Rubbing your eyes, you looked down to see Simon’s hand on your thigh but he didn’t have the nails to cause you pain, they were too short but you could still feel the lingering pain.
You looked up at Simon, who was smiling at you and it was only then that you’d realised that the car had stopped, “sorry, Y/N sweetheart. I didn’t want to wake you up but we’re here.”
You looked out of the car window at the towering apartment building, you’d feel a lot safer in an apartment complex where there were many other people residing. You felt a strong sense of relief when you saw just how busy the city was, busier than Chicago.
The apartment was as beautiful as you remembered it from the viewing, it had marble worktops with high ceilings and huge windows. Simon yawned as the both of you dragged the bags into the hallway and he made his way to the bedroom, glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow when you didn’t follow him.
You arranged your face into a smile, “you go ahead, I slept in the car. I’m gonna check out the neighbourhood.”
“Fine,” he nodded carelessly, “but don’t be long,” his warning sounded ominous and it sent chills up your spine.
Once you were finally out in the cold morning air you felt free, everything had been fine, great even until you went to Egypt on vacation about 4 months ago and Simon just seemed to change. He hadn’t done anything to hurt you but he still scared you, it was like you were walking on eggshells around him. You had been together since high school and in all that time he’d never done anything to physically hurt you. You were just so worried about him, maybe it was depression.
You walked past a pretty church with cherry blossom trees in the churchyard and you quickly remembered that it was Sunday when you saw people filing out of it. You had never been religious, you’d never even gone to church apart from your wedding and the times that your grandmother had dragged you along with her.
But, now you decided you needed all the help you could get, if doctors couldn’t help Simon, then maybe God could, though you had never been a believer. You looked at the priest who was saying goodbye to everyone, expecting to see a withering old man in a priest’s collar. However, what you actually saw was an entirely different thing.
The priest was a very handsome man who looked to be a few years older than you with dark hair and dark eyes, and a beaming smile. He looked like a Hollywood star, it was easy to understand why most of his congregation were women. As everyone left, he looked at you lingering outside.
“Are you comin’ in? It’s freezin’ out here,” he gestured for you to come into the church.
You smiled at him in thanks as you followed him into the church, you might not have been religious but you were certainly awe struck at the beauty of the church.
“Coffee?” the priest asked as he loosened his collar a little.
“Sure, thank you, Father…” you trailed off with a raised eyebrow.
“Just call me Billy,” he chuckled as he took you into the rectory to make your coffee.
“You’ve got a beautiful church, Billy.”
“Thank you,” he grinned, “so, who are you?”
“Y/N,” you smiled as you sat down at the little wooden table.
Billy nodded as he glanced at you, “cream and sugar, Y/N?” he asked with a smile that made his eyes crinkle at the edges.
“Please,” there was a comfortable silence as Billy made your coffee before he turned round and handed it to you, “thank you.”
“So, what can I do for you?”
You couldn’t tell him why you were there because you had no clue, really now, what would you say? “I’m new in the city, I um was just looking for a church,” you stammered, twisting your wedding ring nervously and Billy’s eyes followed your movements. It was plain to see the slight concern in the priest’s eyes so you turned the subject in him, “you don’t seem like a priest.”
“Yeah, that’s what everyone says,” a deep voice filled with laughter came from the doorway and you turned to see a tall man standing there, along with a pretty woman and two teenagers.
“Frankie!” Billy laughed as he got to his feet and hugged the newcomer, “thought, you’d left,” he gestured at you, “this is Y/N, she’s new to the city. Y/N, this is Frank, Maria, Lisa, and little Frankie,” he smirked at the boy who pulled a tongue at him, “Frank sometimes takes the services in Brooklyn, most of the time he lectures.”
Frank nodded at you with a small smile, “nice to meet ya.”
You smiled as you got to your feet, “nice to meet you too.”
Maria smiled at you, “where have you moved from, Y/N?”
“Chicago, my husband and I needed a fresh start,” you had no idea why you were suddenly blurting out the truth to complete strangers. But, Maria had such a kind face that you couldn’t help yourself.
“I like Chicago, what do you do?” she asked as she accepted a cup from Billy.
“Well, I’m in the process of writing a screenplay but for the moment I’ll be teaching at Midtown High.”
“We go to that school!” Lisa exclaimed excitedly but her brother looked you up and down, almost as if he was sizing you up.
“What’s your screenplay about?” he mumbled.
“Uh,” you laughed, you weren’t sure whether it was an appropriate subject for the children of a priest, “kind of about the supernatural, like ghosts and witches.”
Frankie’s eyes lit up as he grinned, “cool!”
You smiled as you drank your coffee and spent a bit of time with the Castle’s and Billy, they all seemed to be good people, Frank looked real terrifying at first but beneath the gruff exterior he was a real sweetheart. Almost as if you were in a daze, you checked the time and your heart lurched in your chest, you had completely lost track of time and you quickly got to your feet.
“I should get going,” you forced a smile, gnawing on your lip, it seemed that your forced smile didn’t fool Maria because she looked at you with polite alarm on her face.
“Is everything alright, Y/N?” she asked and you nodded reassuringly but it did nothing to quell the fear in your heart.
“Of course! Everything is completely fine, just if I don’t get home soon, my husband will have burned the apartment down with his awful cooking,” you laughed but it sounded hollow to your ears.
You bade goodbye to everyone, your eyes lingering on Billy for a second, you were nearly over the church’s threshold when Maria caught up with you, a white piece of paper in her hand, “Y/N,” she laughed breathlessly, “I know we’ve just met but I think we could be friends, I want you to take my number and you can give me a call anytime.”
You smiled – a genuine one this time – as you took her number, “thank you so much, Maria,” you were grateful to at least have one friend.
Thankfully, when you got back to the apartment, Simon was still sleeping so you concentrated on making something to eat as you listened to the city that was roaring to life. You were just plating up the food when you noticed Simon lingering in the dark hallway, you were so startled that you jumped and you sloshed your hot coffee all down your front.
“Jesus, Si! You scared me,” you forced a nervous grin which dropped a second later when your husband spoke in a monotone voice, his face in shadow.
“I think this damn apartment has rats.”
“Rats?”
“Yeah, rats! In the walls, I can hear the fucking scratching!” he sound agitated.
You seriously doubted that the apartment had rats but you held your tongue to appease him, “I’ll call a guy in the morning.”
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Frank smirked over at Billy who scowled at him as he sat back in his chair as he took a swig of his beer as he pushed his food around his plate.
“So,” Frank began with a chuckle, “what did you think of Y/N?”
Billy opened his mouth to insist that he had no particular feelings about Y/N – which would have been a lie – but the words soon died in his throat.
“You like her, huh? I saw where your eyes were goin.’”
“My dad checking someone out? What a complete shocker,” Billy’s daughter, Ana laughed as she walked through the door, “sorry I’m late for dinner,” she muttered, pressing a kiss to Billy’s cheek.
Billy grinned at his daughter, 15 years old and she was already a carbon copy of her mother, “I wasn’t checking anyone out!” Billy defended himself as he held up his hands in defence, “and, even if I was, she’s married.”
Ana gasped as she stole a fry off Billy’s plate, “so unbecoming of a priest,” she smirked, making Lisa and Frankie laugh.
Billy rolled his eyes as he looked over at his daughter fondly, he was young when Ana was born, twenty to be exact. He was in his final year of university, dead set on starting his own security company, those plans took a complete nose dive when Ana’s mom died under impossible circumstances which forced him into the priesthood, everyone had been so shocked.
“If everyone has finished picking on me,” he laughed as he collected everyone’s empty plates and took them through to the kitchen.
Ana followed him through to the kitchen and pushed herself up on a kitchen counter causing Billy to raise an eyebrow at her, she knew he hated it when she did that. She smiled at him sheepishly but didn’t get down, “how was your grandmother’s?”
Ana rolled her eyes, “grandmother thinks that I need a female role model, I don’t think she approves solely of the church.”
Billy bit his lip as he glanced at his daughter, Ana’s grandmother had never really liked Billy, even less since Ana’s mom died, “we’re alright though, aren’t we? Just me and you.”
Ana smiled, “of course dad, but I think she could be right, not in the sense that I need a female role model but I think you should find someone, you haven’t dated in years. I’m sure there are plenty of women in your congregation would jump at the chance. I know that Dinah Madani only goes because she likes you,” Ava smirked.
Billy sighed as he got a can of soda from the fridge and threw it over to Ava who caught it with one hand, he tried to avoid Dinah if he could help it. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman but she was too forward with her intentions, “maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” that was the air of self-confidence that she’d inherited from Billy, “so what is this married woman like?” she smirked.
Billy rolled his eyes, she really was insufferable sometimes, “she’s a new teacher at your school.”
Almost instantly, Ana’s face twisted with disgust, “it’s a good job she is married then, because you’re not dating one of my teachers.”
Summary: You think that moving to New York with your husband will help with your marital problems. However, things take a much darker turn and you are forced to find refuge in two priests.
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, religious undertones, mentions of sex, mentions of death
A/N: Rach starting another fic? More likely than you think! Buuut, I was watching ‘The Exorcist’ TV show and I felt inspired! I know nothing about the priesthood - apart from how it’s represented in that show - so I apologise if I get anything very wrong! Let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx
T/W: Spankings, fingering, a bit of degradation kink, and orgasm denial, a reference to male masturbation, no mention of aftercare. (This story ends sexually, not after the acts).
A/N: Trying to, yet again, get back into the swing of writing. Super rusty after I needed to take a break. I didn’t make this gif, I found it via google, so gif credit goes to the maker.
Word Count: 1,259
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Billy sat there and looked at you with his arms crossed. He has a stern and yet, amused facial expression. You have done nothing but push his buttons all day, and while Billy let you get away with it for a little while, in hopes that you would get it out of your system, it was starting to drag on. He knew he’d have to put you in your place, eventually. Billy cleared his throat loudly, and you spin around to look at him. You knew that look, he had enough, and this was it. Deep down, you probably wanted to be punished, and you probably wondered how far you’d have to go to get that.
Summary: During a dangerous mission Billy shoots you in order to get you both out of trouble. Later you are both reminded of the incident and he sets about finding a way to earn your forgiveness.
Warnings: mentions of being shot, blood, yelling, SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie
A/N: I am trying to get back into writing again after not having done any for a while. Meanwhile I got into Punisher over break and decided it would be fun to write for that one. Hope you enjoy!
The door slams behind you as you throw your purse down onto the couch, beelining for the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. You can hear Billy’s footsteps in the front hall as you pull a glass out of the cupboard. Bringing the wine to your lips, you settle against the counter and take a long drink. The sound of Billy’s boots making their way towards the kitchen causes you to curse under your breath. Within moments you see him sulking in the doorway. His eyes are dark and completely trained on you. The sight causes you to turn away from him, seething as you take another chug of wine. When you look away you miss the way his face softens and his shoulders slump at the loss of your eyes on him. The footsteps continue, much slower now as he approaches you. However you take care to keep your arms crossed and your gaze focused on the far wall. Slowly you feel his body press against yours and it sends warmth through you like a wildfire. Even when he has royally pissed you off you can’t help the way you feel about him when he is so gentle with you.
“Baby. Please look at me.” You don’t budge. “Please.” The tender pleading in his voice draws you closer to him and you can’t help but look. His hand curves around your waist very cautiously and he presses his body into yours even more closely until his face is inches from yours. His eyes trace downward to your lips, causing them to part ever so slightly as you await his touch. “I’m sorry.”
With those two words the moment comes crashing down around you. The low simmering rage boils back up to a head and you push him away from you. That tender look in his eyes flickers into one of hurt confusion and you scoff, setting your wine on the counter.
“Sorry? You’re sorry?” Billy moves towards you again, slowly.
“Yes, I am sorry.” The half-assed apology makes you laugh. You move closer, causing him to freeze. The two of you are incredibly close again however you feel none of the tenderness of before.
“What are you sorry for?” His eyes squeeze shut as he sighs.
“I am sorry … that I shot you.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m sorry I shot you.”
“Do you hear yourself? Do you comprehend how a simple apology might not be enough to fix this one?” He brings a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose and you pick up your wine to take another long sip.
“You know that I had no choice, we were between a rock and a hard place! There was no other ways for us to get out of there.”
“Despite popular belief, I happen to think there was another path available to us that didn’t include you fatally injuring me!”
“I didn’t fatally injure you! Look at you, you’re fine!”
“Oh, yeah. Picture of health right?”
“You sure are yelling like somebody who feels just fine.”
“You are un-fucking-believable! You’re really mad at me for being upset that you shot me? Of course I knew you weren’t gonna kill me, I have a little more faith in you than that. Or at least I did. It’s your complete lack of understanding that being shot isn’t exactly my idea of a fun date night.” Billy huffs, backing away from you to stand with both hands on the countertop. “How would you feel if I shot you?”
“That depends.”
“On fucking what?”
“On if it was necessary or not. In this case, it was! I had no other options. Whether you want to admit it or not, I saved your fucking life and you haven’t even had the decency to thank me.”
“Thank you? I am supposed to thank you for shooting me? You really are a piece of work, you know that? I’m surprised you were even able to hit me. With an ego that big I’m shocked you didn’t lose your balance. God, you are the most selfish, insensitive asshole I have ever met. Go to hell you –” A shooting pain in your side knocks the wind out of you before you can finish. Your eyes squeeze shut and you teeter back and forth before your knees give out and you hit the floor.
“Y/N!” Billy’s scream sounds distant to you now and the only thing that anchors you is the feeling of his arms around you, keeping you steady. After a few moments of breathing deeply you start to regain yourself, looking down to see blood seeping through the side of your shirt. He sees it too and wastes no time in helping you stand, moving you back so you can lay across the dining room table.
As delicately as possible, he helps you remove your shirt and throws it towards the sink. The bandaging on your side is spotted with blood and you wince painfully as he begins removing it. When he does so you can see the wound underneath has begun to reopen. Billy runs to the sink, grabbing a handful of wet towels before returning to begin mopping up some of the blood. It cleans up easier than you expected only to reveal that it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought. Only the last two stitches had ripped. He remains completely silent, lost in his concentration. Once the wound is cleaned up he leaves the kitchen for a moment, returning with fresh bandages. Leaning back on your elbows you watch him tape the bandages down over the wound.
When he’s done he silently shuffles around the kitchen as he picks things up, taking your shirt and the blood stained towels out towards the laundry room. When he leaves you very carefully sit up, hands resting on the edge of the table. With two gentle fingers you prod the bandage. It hurts but not nearly as bad as a moment ago.
Billy gets back a few minutes later but instead of returning to your side he leans his shoulder against the door frame, eyes on the floor. Every ounce of anger that you felt floods from your body in an instant. Slowly, you push yourself off the table and walk until you are right in front of him. His eyes stay down until you put a finger under his chin and lift his gaze to meet your own. In his eyes you can see genuine hurt which you haven’t seen since the accident. That alone plucks your heartstrings enough to pull him into a tight hug, burying your face into his chest as he gently wraps his arms around you.
“I’m okay Billy.” This only earns a small nod. “I’m sorry that I yelled. I didn’t mean any of those things that I said. I’m just in pain and I’m grumpy and I know that you had to do it but it still hurt. If anyone else in the world had been behind that gun, I would have been fine. But it was you. And that hurt more than anything. You can understand that, can’t you?” Another nod. “I do love you. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” His eyes find yours again, a softness in them that makes your breath catch. “I love you too. Truly. I didn’t want to have to do something like that to you. I promised myself I would never do anything to hurt you but it really felt like the only way I could save your life. I would rather have you a little banged up than not have you at all.” You nod, your hand cradling his cheek. “I am sorry. Genuinely. I am sorry that I broke my promise and I won’t ever put us in that position again. Can you forgive me?”
“I already have.” With that, you pull him down into a kiss. Both of his hands caress your face as he stands to his full height. His mouth melds with yours, soft and inviting. It might be the most gentle he’s ever been with you. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for entry which you happily grant. As he pulls you impossibly close, his mouth exploring yours, you are suddenly very aware of the fact that you are not wearing a shirt. He uses this to his full advantage, drawing small patterns over your hips with one hand.
“Baby, can I show you just how sorry I am? Can I please make it up to you?” The promising tone of his voice renders you speechless so you merely nod. “Thank you. I wanna make you feel so good princess.”
Before you can pull him back in for another kiss he takes you by the hand and leads you towards the bedroom. Once inside he shuts the door behind you and scoops you back into his arms. Your lips find his again, more breathless and desperate now. As you try to press harder into him you bump your side against his pelvis, causing you to yelp. He immediately pulls away, holding you at arms length. When he realized what happened his face scrunched into a scold before smoothing back out and he pulls you close again, more carefully.
“Don’t you worry. I am gonna be so gentle with you tonight.”
“Yeah?” He instantly recognizes the amusement in your voice. The two of you know that your intimate encounters are hardly ever close to gentle so hearing him promise it makes you a little bit skeptical.
“Yeah.” He punctuates his answer with a kiss. That alone is enough to steal your breath as he slowly runs his hands over your body. The warmth of his worn hands on your pliable skin causes a shiver to run up your spine. He catches the reaction, smiling against your mouth.
With skilled fingers, he makes his way down your body to unbutton your jeans though his mouth never leaves yours. You pull away long enough for him to bend down and help ease them down your legs. Next he works the clasp of your bra, pulling it off to join your discarded jeans. Feeling incredibly exposed to him, you try to even the playing field by pulling off his suit jacket. He gladly helps you to take it off, unbuttoning and opening his dress shirt in the process. Your hands fumble at his belt but he grabs your wrists, stopping your movements. “Not yet baby. Soon but not yet.”
You nod obediently, holding onto his shoulders as his fingers hook into the waist of your panties. His gaze follows his hands as he drops to his knees, sliding them down your legs and allowing you to step out of them. You watch as his eyes slowly trace back up until he is sitting eye level with your bare pussy. Then he looks up at you, maintaining eye contact as he leans forward to let out a warm breath over that most sensitive part of you. The feeling of his breath on you causes a jolt of pleasure to wind its way up and curl in your stomach. As he continues to lean forward you brace yourself to feel his mouth right where you need him most but he changes direction last minute to lay an open mouthed kiss on your thigh. He moves and does the same to the other, trailing his mouth up your hips, over your stomach, and between your chest until he is standing to his full height again.
The sight of you like this makes him smile. Half lidded eyes, parted lips, panting breath, hands clinging desperately to his shirt sleeves. Once he was able to see all of you he took a few steps back and stood for a moment, admiring you. Seeing him watch you with unyielding hunger in his eyes caused heat to rise to your cheeks.
“Fucking stunning.” Billy breathes, pulling you back into him. His hands wander over your body, caressing your hips, stroking your back, groping your breasts. His fingers trace circles around your nipples before giving them a light pinch, making you gasp. That gives him a good chuckle as he does so again to illicit the same reaction.
As his hands travel further south your breathing picks up in anticipation of where he is going. His mouth trails from your mouth to your cheek then down to your neck where he begins working you up with his tongue. Soon you can feel his fingertips ghosting over your slit, prodding lightly to gain entry to your folds. He runs two fingers smoothly through your heat before bringing them up to his lips, looking deeply into your eyes as he tastes you.
“You’re so wet for me already. Am I getting you all worked up sweetheart?” Again you find yourself at a loss for words, nodding in response. “Good. I want you to feel exquisite.” As he says this he pulls off his shirt, throwing it onto the growing pile of clothing.
His hands return to your hips but this time he gently nudges you backwards to the bed until your knees hit the edge of the mattress, forcing you to sit there in front of him. “Go ahead and get comfortable baby.” He instructs, pulling off his shoes.
You do so happily, scooching back towards the headboard so that you can settle into the large pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Once you are in a good position Billy smiles sweetly at you, crawling up the bed until he is hovering over you. “Comfy?” He asks with a small chuckle, which makes you smile as you nod. “Perfect.”
His lips join yours again and you sigh into him, your legs spreading upwards to rest on either side of his hips. One of his hands finds your thigh, stroking from your knee to your ass, while the other keeps him steady so he doesn’t hurt you. His mouth breaks away to latch onto your throat, bringing a moan forward which vibrates against his lips. He travels down further, latching onto your breast. Your hands keep a firm hold of his biceps as he moves from one to the other, leaving sloppy open mouth kisses over your nipples. Each time there is the ghosting presence of his teeth which makes you groan.
His kisses continue their journey down your stomach and across your hips. You hold your breath as he comes close to your center yet again however he overshoots and continues to your thighs. Once there he allows his teeth to drag over you more firmly as you moan even louder. His hands find the back of your knees and he pushes them upwards, leaving you completely open to his advances. Billy’s lips continue their attack on your thighs, sucking the lightest of hickeys into your skin. When your moans turn into frustrated whimpers he pulls away completely to hover directly over your pussy. His breath is hot, causing you to pulse every time he exhales.
“Are you ready sweetheart?” You nod again but he makes no movement. “No, no baby. You know how I feel about that. I let it slide earlier because tonight is supposed to be about you but right now I need to hear the words come out of your mouth.”
“I’m ready.” However he still doesn’t move.
“Ready for what baby?” Bastard.
“I’m ready for you to put your mouth on my pussy. Please.”
“So fucking pretty when you ask for what you want.” With that official green light his lips wrap around your clit, sending your head reeling. There isn’t a moment of hesitation as he begins sucking. His hands stay firmly pressed into your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as you buck. He releases his lips to allow his tongue to flick rapidly over your clit. Each movement makes your hips jerk as you wrap a hand in his hair. Feeling you grip him tightly causes him to groan against you, sending warm vibrations through your core. His tongue travels the length of your cunt, lapping up all of the wetness that grows there. As much as he liked the control he had over you his resolve was beginning to slip. He let both hands fall from your thighs so that they could clamp against the side of his head.
He let his fingers dance along the back of your thigh and towards your slit, his index finger probing at your entrance. You let out a whimpering moan, pleading for him to go further. Hearing this causes him to stop his movements as his head lifts so he can look in your eyes. The sight of your slick covering his chin causes you to whimper in further frustration and he lifts an eyebrow. Billy need not even speak a word for you to know exactly what he wants.
“Please, I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”
“Good fucking girl.” With that he continues his assault on your clit while allowing a single finger to slide inside your heat. The combined sensation makes you arch your back before rolling your hips up into his mouth. As you do so another finger joins the first and he hooks them against that sensitive spot inside of you. He relentlessly curls his fingers there, causing your moans to become more ragged.
“Right there, yes please! Right there!” If he weren’t so concerned about continuing to build that pleasure inside you Billy would have pulled away right then with a string of praises on the tip of his tongue. It isn’t long after that you can feel that warm coil winding its way through your stomach. The way that your body tenses tells him all that he needs to know and he eases a third finger into you. “Oh God, Billy!” His fingers continue their work but he removes his mouth, looking up at you darkly through his lashes.
“What do you say?”
“Fuck, I need to cum. Please, please let me cum. I want you to make me cum.” There is no hesitation now as you beg him.
“God, you sound so sweet. I want you to cum baby. I want to feel you cum around me. Can I please fuck you? I need you.”
“Yes! Yes, please, fuck me Billy.” That is all the confirmation he needs, pulling his fingers out of you to unbuckle his belt. That sound causes you to squirm as you watch him strip himself until he is lowering his body over yours, completely naked and hard and pulsing for you.
The head of his cock glides smoothly through your slick folds, causing him to groan with his eyes shut tightly. Your hands grip his biceps as you wrap your legs around his waist. Lining himself up, he pushes into you with one long deep thrust. The feeling sends you both flying as your moans create a symphony. He presses his body fully into you, lips attacking your neck as his thrusts begin to pick up speed. Each stroke hits the deepest parts of you, filling you completely. He pulls away to look into your eyes.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” As he mutters apologies into your skin a hand traces down to rest on the bandage covering your side. However now there is no sting. There is only the blinding pleasure of his cock driving into you and the overwhelming love of knowing that he cares. Your hands become limp as you lose yourself to the onslaught of feelings. Eyes rolling back into your head you can do nothing now but whimper and moan in his arms.
“I love you. Do you know that? I fucking love you.” The tip of his cock presses deeper with each thrust, his hips pounding into yours.
“Yes! I love you too! God, I love you.” Hearing those words spill from your mouth on a broken cry of ecstasy causes his hips to stutter as his fingers find your clit, rubbing vigorous circles. Seeing his teeth grit at the feeling of you as you clench around him makes you groan. Soon you can sense Billy’s impending orgasm as well as your own.
“Need to cum, please–”
“Me too baby. Me too. I want you too. Cum with me, please.” You regain enough strength to hold onto him again as you rock your hips back into him. His fingers continue to work your clit as his thrusts begin to slow. One final thrust is enough to push you over the edge. You throw your head back and cry out, fluttering around him erratically. The feeling is what throws Billy over that precipice as he grunts deeply, spilling himself inside of you. It takes you a good few minutes for your breathing to slow. All the while his hand laces into your hair as his other hand continues to rest protectively on your side. His lips lay soothing kisses all over your cheeks and neck as he shushes you quietly, helping you to come down from your high.
Once your breathing is even he pulls out with a groan, lifting himself off the bed. When he reappears he has water and a warm wet washcloth in hand. He leans down to clean you, pressing gently against your folds before helping you sit up to take a drink. Billy climbs into bed again, drawing you into him where you rest against his chest with a content sigh and trace his skin with your fingers.
“Well, have I earned your forgiveness princess?”
“I don’t know. I think I could use a bit more convincing.”
“Is that so? Well I may have to be a little more firm with my apology then, just so I can really be sure that I make my point.”
“Hang on a second.” Billy says, his voice clear as he stands from his chair at the back of the small church and makes his way towards the front where you’re standing at the altar. “So, Sophie may be mine, but she may be Matt or Frank’s?”
You nod, holding your head high as Billy stands in front of you.
“Yeah that’s right, and you needn’t sound so self righteous about it. You have no one but yourself to blame.”
Your daughter, Sophie, throws her veil back, revealing her dark eyes that are narrowed at Billy.
“Yeah, if you hadn’t dumped my mom and married someone else…”
It’s been years since you had seen Billy. Years since his departure had hurt you. But you’re glad Sophie is expressing the same frustration you felt when Billy had left you.
“Hey hey, wait a minute.” Billy interrupts. “I had to go back to New York. I was engaged. But I told Dinah I couldn’t marry her, and I came right back.”
Your face falls, shock filling your features.
“You came back?” You ask in a small voice. Billy nods. “Why didn’t you call me?”
He stares at you, shrugging slightly with a depreciating laugh.
“Because I was crazy enough to think you’d be waiting for me.” His eyes meet yours, as he sighs quietly. “Only when I arrived they told me you were off with some other guy.”
Guilt washes over your face, warming your cheeks as you glance slightly at where Frank and Matt are sitting.
“Dinah called me an idiot, and married me to prove it.”
There’s sadness in his eyes as he looks at you, no doubt imagining the life the two of you could have had together. Raising Sophie together. Founding the hotel you now own. He shakes his head slightly.
“I should have looked for you.”
“I don’t think that would have changed anything.”
“Then I shouldn’t have left in the first place.”
“I wouldn’t have let you stay.” He breathes out a tiny laugh, and you remark quietly, “I guess we’re both idiots?”
“Not much has changed then.” He says with a small grin. A fond smile tugs at your lips,
“Speak for yourself Russo.”
His own smile softens - into something you never thought you would see again. He takes a tentative step towards you. His gaze trailing from your eyes to your lips. Even after all these years, you recognise the glint in his eyes, and the corner of your mouth quirks into a smirk as you step forward to meet him.
His head dips down, and your fingers curl around the front of his shirt as you pull him into the last few inches between you both. Then Billy’s lips meet yours, and the years melt away.
Boutique Owner!Fem!Reader x CEO!Single Dad!Billy Russo
(small drabble under the cut)
You’ve known Billy Russo for several years now. You were the one who sold him his first suit, and the one who pressed it to perfection on the day he visited the bank - the day he secured the loan which allowed him to open Anvil. You think you had a very minor impact on these events, believing that Billy’s passion and determination would have carried him through regardless. Billy, however, owes a small piece of his success to you, even though he’s never mentioned it to you.
You’re also very fond of his daughter, Ava. Whenever Billy visits your store, Ava always insists on helping you pick out Billy’s outfits. Meaning that, you usually point Billy in the direction of your newest collections whilst you scoop Ava up into your arms and together you pick out a new tie for Billy.
One day, Billy is telling you all about his celebratory gala in honour of five successful years of business for Anvil. As usual, you help him pick out a suit.
“Will that be all Mr Russo?” You ask with a smile. He glances around at the racks of clothes surrounding you both, before asking,
“You sell dresses don’t you?” You nod in confirmation, before you ask him,
“Anything in particular?” He looks down before holding up the tie he’s planning on wearing for the gala.
“Something to match this?” You nod quickly and head towards the back of the store, with Billy following behind you. Looking through the dresses, you try to ignore the thought of Billy taking a date to his gala. The two of you had been friends for years - it would never be anything more.
“There’s this?” You say, pulling one of the dresses out to show Billy. The colour is a perfect match for his tie. He looks the dress up and down, then grins.
“It’s perfect. What sizes do you do?”
“What size are you after?” You ask, fingers skimming over the hangers as you take in the different sizes available.
“Whatever your size is.” You freeze at his words, turning to look at him.
His smile is almost shy as he adds,
“That was my attempt at asking you out smoothly.” His lips quirk into a small grin, “Did it work?”
Summary: Anvil hosts a work party at the races, though you appear to be a source of distraction for the company’s CEO.
Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, smidge of public sexual activity, degradation, lots of dirty talk, daddy kink, dumbification, praise kink, some oral fixation kinda?
A/N: This is fully intended to be a part of the smutty little universe me and Chelsea (@becauseicantthinkwritings) have somehow created together, I started writing this as soon as I read Ineptitude and I swear I’m done now.
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Over the years, you’ve managed to master the art of looking like you understand what’s going on. Unfortunately for you, Billy knows better than to believe the attentive look you’re giving his accountant, David. Billy knows that if he were the one explaining the betting odds to you there’s no way you would understand.
Sweet eyes wide with confusion, your attention would drift from Billy’s words to his lips, or his fingers. If you got distracted enough, your eyes might even fall onto his dress pants that hide his cock, which is now hardening at the mere thought of you looking so clueless.
Billy had planned a visit to the races, booking a private room for himself and a number of his employees at Anvil to celebrate his latest contract. He had also invited you as his plus one, knowing you’d be thrilled at the opportunity to dress up for him.
You smile politely at David as he steps away, before he leaves to talk to a few of the other Anvil employees. A smirk curls at Billy’s lips as he observes the thinly veiled puzzlement in your eyes. Billy approaches you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your back flush against his chest. He drops his head down to talk into your ear,
“Hello princess.” You turn slightly, and say in a small voice,
“Hi daddy.” His smirk widens,
“You being a good girl?” You pout lightly before you remark teasingly,
“Of course.”
“I heard David was teaching you about the betting odds.” You look down at the list of horses and their riders on the piece of paper in your hand.
“Hm.”
“Which horse you betting on?”
“That one.” You say, tapping the name with your freshly done nails. Billy looks down at the name, before a frown creases at his brows. The horse you’ve picked doesn’t have very good odds.
“Why’s that baby?” You shift your feet slightly, and look down at your shoes - the new Jimmy Choo’s that Billy had bought you.
“It’s the prettiest jersey.” You admit, and Billy breathes out a laugh before he presses an affectionate kiss to your cheek.
“My stupid little girl.” He purrs, squeezing you in his arms as your cheeks warm with the dizzying mixture of embarrassment and arousal that only Billy could draw out from you.
He tugs you backwards lightly, guiding you both towards a table in the corner of the room. He nuzzles his face against your cheek, his smile wide when he feels how flushed your skin is already.
“Come sit in daddy’s lap.” You sit down on one of Billy’s thighs, with your legs draped over his other thigh. He wraps one arm around you, pulling your side against his chest. Taking his tie between your fingers, you fiddle with it as your eyes look over the crowd, smoothing your fingertips over the small ridges in the fabric.
Billy’s other hand settles on your bare thigh, the warmth of his palm heating your skin in a manner that has you struggling to keep your attention away from him.
You point out some of the clothes and shoes you see some of the people wearing, as well as naming the designers. Billy nods along to your words, taking a mental note of the styles and designs that you mention for a later date. He also bounces his thigh lightly, which has you shifting every couple of seconds to prevent the friction against your core.
Billy feeds you a few bites of food from the buffet, swiping his thumb over your lips when you get chocolate smeared on them.
“Need daddy to do everything for you, don’t you?” He teases, picking up a glass of wine and holding it to your lips. After you take a sip, Billy replaces the glass with his mouth, tasting the wine from your lips. His smirk is wide as he places the glass down.
Biting down on your lip, you squirm again, and Billy tilts his head as he looks down at you.
“Everything alright baby?” You nod. He traces his finger up your spine, drawing a shiver from you. A smug expression fills Billy’s face, and he says, “You know you can’t lie to me.”
He dips his head lower, to murmur directly into your ear.
“Daddy knows every inch of that sweet body of yours. And I know that right now you’re soaking through your panties.”
The hazy look that had been filling your eyes suddenly shifts as your expression brightens. Billy tilts his head in confusion, he hadn’t expected the wide smile currently on your face. Or the giggle you let out as you smooth his tie back into place.
“Don’t be silly daddy. I’m not wearing any.”
Billy’s eyes darken. With a tug, his lips are on yours, and your small whimper of surprise is muffled by his mouth. He squeezes the back of your neck, holding you in place as his other hand dips under the skirt of your dress. Your lips part as Billy traces his finger along your entrance, smothering the needy sounds from your throat with his mouth on yours. He pushes his finger inside you, curling it for a moment before pulling out again.
Billy tuts as he eyes his glistening finger.
“Better clean that up baby, before someone wants to shake my hand.”
Warmth floods through your body, and your eyes flicker to watch the rest of the room. When your gaze falls back onto Billy he raises his finger towards your lips with a questioning look in his eyes. Not breaking his gaze, you take his finger into your mouth.
“All those expensive lingerie sets daddy buys you, and on his special day out you go and wear nothing underneath your dress.” He berates you in a low voice.
You hum at the feeling of Billy’s finger in your mouth as you run your tongue over his digit to remove the wetness from your pussy. The combined taste of Billy’s skin and your arousal has your hips rocking needily.
When you go to pull your mouth away from Billy’s finger, he grasps firmly at your chin, keeping your lips wrapped around his finger. Your eyes flicker to the rest of the room, but no one is paying the two of you any attention. There’s a small whine of protest at the back of your throat, and Billy regards you sternly.
“You didn’t want to act like a grown up and wear panties, so I’ll treat you like the dumb little girl you are.”
He slides his finger between your lips, stroking your tongue with his fingertip.
“You know, I was gonna reward you for being such a good girl for me today.” You whine again, as drool begins to slip down your chin, your face burning with embarrassment. Billy smooths his thumb over your chin, cleaning up the mess you’re making of yourself.
Looking down at his thumb, Billy sighs.
“You just had to act up didn’t you?” You whine again, shaking your head at him. Billy raises a brow at you. “You think good girls walk around with no panties on?”
He pulls his finger from your mouth, allowing you to answer him.
“Did it for you daddy.” You protest with a small pout on your lips.
“For me?” You nod, leaning your body closer to his to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Wanted to keep your cock warm on the drive home.”
His hand tightens on your waist in response to your words, squeezing at your hip which has you squirming slightly. He was already hard at the thought of punishing you. Now his priority has changed - he needs to have you now.
Billy hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his lips. The kiss is surprisingly tender, until he nibbles on your lower lip. When your eyes flutter open, they’re filled with confusion.
Taking hold of your chin, Billy turns your head to look at the far end of the room.
“You see that door over there?” The confusion doesn’t leave your eyes as you answer him,
“Yes daddy.”
“Want you to go sit in the room next door and I’ll join you in a few minutes. Think you can do that for me baby?”
Billy hears your breathing quicken as you realise he has something already planned. Then you nod.
“Yes daddy.”
“Good girl.”
The two of you stand up, and Billy gives your ass a light squeeze which has you whining. He chuckles before nudging you gently,
“Go on baby, daddy’ll be right behind you.”
When you turn to look at him, he gives you a reassuring smile, his hand warm as he presses it against the small of your back.
As soon as Billy’s hand is removed from your back, you miss the warmth of it, a small shiver running through you as you weave your way through the crowd of Billy’s colleagues. You offer a polite smile to anyone who looks your way, but no one pays too much attention to you.
You close the door softly behind you, and step into the room. It’s not too dissimilar from the room you’ve just left, the same size, and same furniture. The right hand wall is made up entirely of glass, allowing you to look down at the people gathered at the edge of the racecourse.
There’s a couch in the centre of the room, and you walk over to it, leaning your lower back against the arm of the couch. You stare out of the window, watching the people mill about as you wait for Billy. Once you hear the door open, you glance over.
Billy’s eyes are dark, raking over your form as he shuts the door behind him. The look in his eyes has you clenching with need, and your fingers press into the fabric of the couch as Billy advances towards you.
Once he’s close enough, his lips are on yours in a hungry kiss. He hooks his hands under your knees, lifting you up to sit on the arm of the couch.
“Billy!” You gasp in surprise, eyeing the wall of glass that overlooks the racecourse. Billy notices your apprehension, and grins,
“Glass is tinted baby, no one can see us up here. Door’s locked too. So, it’s just a case of you staying quiet.”
He tugs at his tie, pulling it from around his collar to loop around your head. He ties a knot in the fabric and holds it up to your lips.
“Be a good girl and bite down on this for daddy.” With a small whine of protest, you part your lips, and Billy pushes the knot into your mouth. Billy clicks his tongue. “Don’t whine baby. I wouldn’t have to gag you like this if you’d been wearing your panties.”
When you whimper in response to his words, the tie muffles the sound perfectly, and Billy smiles proudly at the sight of you so desperate already. He picks you up, setting you down on the couch and spreading your legs. The short skirt of your dress rides up, and Billy pushes it up to bunch the fabric around your waist.
“There she is.” He muses appreciatively as he observes the slick mess between your legs. “There’s my sweet little pussy. Looking so pretty for me.”
You moan at his words, shifting your hips slightly and whining when there’s a dissatisfying amount of friction. Billy traces a singular fingertip along your dripping entrance, teasing your aching pussy.
“Daddy please.” You beg, your voice muffled by Billy’s tie, and he chuckles at you as he removes his finger.
“Silly little girl.” He says as he slips the straps of your dress down your shoulders. “Daddy can’t understand you with his tie in your mouth.”
He tugs at the dress, pulling the top half down to meet the rest of the dress at your waist. Meaning that you’re now practically bare in front of him. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly as he stares appreciatively down at your body. He pinches at both of your nipples, drawing a muffled whimper from your throat which makes him chuckle darkly as your back arches towards his touch.
His palms smooth over your body, rubbing against your skin, and squeezing whatever he can wrap his hands around - your thighs, your ass, your breasts. You writhe and moan beneath his touch, bucking your hips towards him in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. Billy leans forward, tugging your earlobe between his teeth. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, until Billy steps back and pulls it off his shoulders. He folds it, before setting it down on the coffee table to his right.
His belt clinks as he undoes it, then he slides his zipper down, and pushes his pants to his calves, along with his boxers. Your mouth waters around his tie as your eyes fixate on his cock, already hard and leaking. You reach for his cock, only for him to slap your hands away.
“Such an eager little thing.” He remarks with a smirk. “Hands on the couch princess.”
There’s a small groan of frustration from you, but you do as you’re told, watching with eager eyes as Billy begins to stroke his cock.
“Imagine,” he starts with a grin. “If I came right here on your thighs, leaving you a filthy mess for the rest of the day.” You whine with need, nails digging into the material of the couch. “Would you like that baby? Like me to get off on the sight of you, and leave you dripping and desperate?”
You whimper, shaking your head hurriedly and Billy breathes out a sharp laugh as he raises a brow,
“You wouldn’t?” You shake your head again, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of his cock. “Then spread your legs for me baby.”
You do as he says, spreading your legs wide open for him. He shakes his head, hooking his hands under your knees and folding your legs. Your heels dig into the plush seat of the couch as Billy holds your legs open properly.
“There we are.” He murmurs as his hips slide against yours, his hard cock rubbing over your soaked pussy. You whimper at the sudden attention, almost overwhelmed by the contact but desperate for more.
“Please.” You beg, your words still impeded by his tie. He traces his finger around your entrance, then pushes his cock inside you. You gasp, eyes squeezing shut which prompts tears to gather behind your eyelids. Billy groans as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin there with his teeth.
“Such a sweet, warm little cunt. All for me.” He slides out, before driving himself back into you, setting a rhythm that has your toes curling. You nod your head hurriedly in agreement, before your fists grasp at his shirt.
He shifts your hips, adjusting your position so that he can go even deeper with his thrusts, which has tears rolling down your cheeks. Ever since you woke up this morning, Billy has been riling you up both intentionally and by accident. Now that the tension is being addressed, you find yourself hurtling towards your orgasm at an alarming rate.
Billy grasps at your legs, hoisting them up to rest against his chest. Your ankles hang over his shoulders, and you instantly curl them around the back of his head. He grins, he’s willing to bet there isn’t a thought in your head, but instinct still takes over enough for your ankles to lock around his head as he continues his thrusts.
It’s only when the sharpness of your heels digs lightly into the top of his shoulder, that Billy breathes out another laugh.
“I told you princess.” Confusion flickers in your eyes as you attempt to understand the reason for his amusement. “Didn’t daddy tell you how gorgeous these shoes would look on my shoulders?” You clench hard around his cock, and you can only nod your head, tears running down your cheeks as he continues to pound into you. The shoes do look ridiculously pretty on Billy’s shoulders, but the man himself looks far better.
A few stray strands have fallen from his perfectly styled hair, hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with his dark eyes. His pupils are wide as he takes in every inch of you, consumed by the pleasure he’s giving you. He groans, feeling himself near the edge. He slips a hand down, rubbing firm circles over your clit, which has you clenching even harder around him.
“Go on baby. Play with your tits for me. Cum around daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
You let go of his shirt, dropping your hands to squeeze at your breasts, before tugging at your nipples. Billy moans at the sight of you, your breathing ragged as you approach your climax. Your teeth dig into the fabric of his tie, and you cry out as you orgasm. It’s mere seconds before Billy follows, spilling his cum inside you.
He holds his hips still against yours, keeping his cock snug inside you as his lips trace their way down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin as you both come down from your highs. His breath is warm against your flushed skin, as are his lips.
He tugs his tie out from between your lips, immediately replacing the fabric with his mouth. You both moan into the kiss, and you’re gasping when Billy pulls away. He smooths your hair away from your face, watching you as you attempt to catch your breath.
A small sound of protest escapes your throat as Billy pulls his cock out of you, and he chuckles softly. He plucks up a box of tissues from the nearby coffee table, tugging a few tissues out to clean you both up with.
Soon enough, you’re smoothing your dress down, adjusting the straps as you attempt to return your appearance to normality. Billy grins at the sight of the marks over your neck, the ones that you’re still unaware of. He shoves his ruined tie into the pocket of jacket, tugging lightly at the collar of his shirt. He’s definitely breaking some sort of social rule by not wearing a tie at the races - but then again fucking his girl in an empty reception room is definitely against social protocol.
You notice his grin, and smile sheepishly back. Similar thoughts are running through your mind, and your cheeks are burning at the thought of everyone in the room next door knowing what you had been doing.
Billy cups your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks to ensure your makeup is still intact. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his palm, and Billy smiles widely at you.
He leans closer to kiss your forehead, before he tucks you into his side with his arm around your waist.
“Now let’s go bet on that horse.”
A laugh escapes your lips as Billy opens the door for you both, and he smiles down at you, feeling unbelievably lucky to have you in his life.
