Juno

//

‘Heeyyy Biiully’

‘Oops I meean Billllly’

‘🤣’

She giggled to herself as her thumbs fumbled across the glowing keyboard. The club bass was vibrating and the strobe lights colorful, but her fuzzy mind was focused on getting the attention of a certain brooding Brit.

“Who are you texting?” Annie practically shouted into her ear.

Her head flopped towards her. “Noooo one.”

Frenchie suddenly popped up. “She is messaging Monsieur Butcher.”

“Okay really?” Annie gave her a look.

“Annie! Caaaan I pleeeaaase have a hit off your dab pen?” she begged before going back to her phone.

‘Buiillly’

‘Fuk I mean Billy. Ur name is hard to spelll lol’

‘Annnie says hellllo’

‘Frenchie sayys hiii too’

‘idk wat Kimi is sayin wit her haands🤣’

On the other side of town, hidden away in the van, Billy pulled out his buzzing phone. Seeing her name popped up multiple times, he felt obliged to tap the screen and read through them. He was worried that maybe the girls’ night out had been compromised until he read through the messages.

“Bloody ‘ell.” He chuckled to himself.

She was out of her mind drunk. Absolutely arsed. He could still see the three bubbles in the corner appearing and disappearing as she decided what to say next.

‘U have ur red receipts on! I kno u seeee me👀’

He typed out a response with a scoff. ‘How drunk are ya love?’

She squealed in delight at his response. He called her love. She practically swooned all over Frenchie, who had become both her physical support and an uninvited spectator to the conversation.

She giggled madly, pressing the phone to her chest. “He called me love.”

Frenchie chuckled. “Yes, ma chère, I heard.”

“He’s cute like that.”

“Monsieur Charcuter is cute?” Frenchie glanced at Kimiko and Annie in disbelief. “We are speaking of the same man, yes?”

“He’s sooooo cute. No! Better than cute! He’s sexy.” She swayed off of Frenchie’s shoulder to Kimiko’s.

Annie rolled her eyes. “You’re seriously encouraging this?”

The reply was both the Frenchman and silent supe leaning over to watch her type out more messages.

‘U calllled me llove😍’

‘Love lol’

‘Like when u do that’

‘Do it agian😏’

‘Again fuc’

Billy found himself smirking. So, she liked how he talked? He glanced over at Hughie in the driver’s seat to confirm the lad wasn’t looking over his shoulder. No doubt he was getting updates from Annie about the whole situation, but judging by the way he kept his gaze fixed on the windshield, he didn’t know the specifics.

‘Ya like me callin ya love…love?’

He snorted to himself. He was a cheeky bastard, and he was never going to let her live this down. The little dots began their disappearing, reappearing act once again.

‘Hehehe yes I do’

‘I think bout u calllling me lovve late at night…’

‘Do ya now?’ Butcher shifted in his seat.

‘Yyyeeeess lol I think about ur mouth a lot too’

‘Ur beard and mustache r veryy nice’

‘It’s hot when ur maad😍’

‘Ur hot’

A brilliant idea popped into her alcohol-soaked brain. Setting her phone in her lap, she fidgeted with the top of her dress, pushing her tits up. Annie quickly set her drink down when she realized what was about to unfold.

“Absolutely not,” The blonde chastised.

“What? Whhhyyyy?” She whined.

“Yes? Why not? Let her have her fun!” Frenchie laughed.

“Because you’re drunk and will regret this tomorrow!” Annie went for the phone but was quickly intercepted by Kimiko.

“No, I won’t!” She slurred. “I’m showing him where his face goes!”

She giggled like a madwoman before taking her phone back from Kimiko. Opening the camera, she inspected her reflection. She wasn’t quite satisfied with the lack of support her dress was providing.

Suddenly, a pair of hands slid beneath her chest and pushed everything up and together, creating a much more desirable effect.

Frenchie couldn’t stop laughing as Kimiko held her friend’s chest in place, wearing the same drunken grin.

Both women dissolved into uncontrollable laughter while Annie groaned at the ceiling in defeat.

“Thank you, Kimi!” She smiled brightly.

Kimi responded by scrunching her nose with a quiet giggle.

Angling the camera, she snapped a quick picture. Her cleavage took center stage, but Kimiko’s hands and Annie’s horrified expression were impossible to miss. Unbeknownst to them, Frenchie had taken a picture of the scene for safekeeping. Tomorrow’s embarrassment was simply too valuable to risk losing.

‘Image attached’

‘Am I hot too?’

Billy glanced at Hughie before angling the screen away and opening the attachment. The first thing he noticed was her gorgeous tits. They were practically popping out to say hello. His eyebrows climbed as he admired the picture.

Then he frowned.

What the fuck?

A pair of hands were visibly pushing them up from underneath.

Billy took a closer look.

Kimiko’s laughing face occupied one side of the frame while Annie was in the background looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Bloody ‘ell, love,” he muttered with a smirk.

As he began to type out a response, another photo came in.

She stood in the club bathroom, staring into the mirror. One hand grasped the hem of her dress, pulling it up just enough to tease a glimpse of the lacy stocking peeking out beneath. Her painted lip was caught between her teeth, and her gaze lingered on the camera with a drunken sort of longing.

Billy shifted in his seat again. “Oh…shit.”

‘I wore these for youuuu👀😏’

‘Ya lik em Billlluy?’

‘Damnit’

‘Billy’

//

The door to the safe house burst open with the sound of laughter. Annie led the charge looking utterly exhausted wrangling the three drunk people behind her. Billy and Hughie, who’d been lounging in the makeshift living room, watched as the little circus made their way inside.

“I’m going to bed. It’s someone else’s turn to babysit these assholes,” Annie complained, slipping out of her heels and making a beeline to Hughie’s room.

Frenchie stumbled in with Kimiko on one arm and her on the other, both clinging for balance as they kicked their shoes off.

“Careful, mon coeur. You will drag us all down with you!” He stumbled a bit before releasing Kimiko to the nearby couch.

The supe flopped down with a happy smile and signed something, glancing at Billy.

Frenchie smiled mischievously, looking from his boss to the other drunk girl. “Ma chère, look who is here!”

Her drunk stare shifted from Kimiko’s signing hands to the tall, muscular figure that stood from the armchair. Her eyes widened with glee and a lazy smile spread across her lips. Slipping from Frenchie’s grasp, she swayed her way towards the object of her drunken desires.

“Billlly! I’ve been thinkin’ about you aaalllll night!” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck to hang off it. “Did ya miss me? Cuz I missed yooooou!”

Hughie stood from the couch with an awkward grunt. “Yeah…good luck with…all this. I’m gonna check on Annie.” He didn’t spare a second glance before disappearing down the hall.

Billy quickly caught her, one arm around her waist, one across her back. “Easy, love. Bloody ‘ell, French. I told ya not to let’em get totally arsed.”

“It could not be helped, Monsieur Charcuter.” He shrugged. “Girls night is a wild affair.”

She hummed, standing on her tiptoes. “We were just having fun, Billy love.”

Billy chuckled. “I can see that.”

“Why don’t you give us a kiss?” she asked before planting her lips to his.

A soft grunt left his throat as she used her full weight to almost yank them both to the floor. Her body arched into his as she pressed her lips to his more fervently, fingers slipping into his hair and around the back of his neck. Her kisses suddenly migrated to his cheek and down his neck.

Frenchie and Kimiko both watched in amusement as Billy tried to restrain her with little success.

“Oi! At least buy me dinna’ first, love.” He teased.

A sweet giggle reached his ear. “You. Me. Bedroom. Now.” Each word punctuated by another kiss to his skin.

Billy glanced at Frenchie for aid, but the man simply held his hands up in surrender. “She is a determined woman, monsieur. I would not fight her.”

She slinked out of Billy’s grip and took him by the hand, pulling him along to the closest bedroom. His.

//

Her eyes hadn’t even opened before she felt the pounding in her head. Her stomach churned unhappily, threatening a sprint to the bathroom if she so much as thought about alcohol. Light flooded in through the thin slats of the shades, but the room was still a decent dark.

She rolled onto her side and curled around a pillow. Taking a deep breath, she was met with the scent of cologne, cigarettes, and a hint of sweat.

That didn’t seem right.

One eye cracked open.

The bedding she was cuddled against was definitely not hers. The ashtray and bottle of whiskey on the nightstand weren’t hers either. The realization slammed into her already aching body like a freight train.

She sat up so quickly she nearly sent the room spinning. Wincing, she clutched her head as the pounding behind her eyes intensified.

Once it subsided enough for her to focus, she cracked her eyes open again.

A pile of her clothes sat on the floor beside a familiar pair of black boots. She quickly looked down at her body to see she was wearing a black button up printed with a Japanese dragon on it.

Another familiar article of clothing.

The bedroom door suddenly opened, sunlight flooding into the room and sending her back under the covers like a vampire. Billy’s deep chuckle hit her ears before the sound of the door clicking shut.

“Well good morning, lush.”

She could hear the grin in his voice.

Peeking out from beneath the blanket, she found Billy standing at the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. A steaming mug sat in one hand while a cheeky grin stretched across his face.

“We had quite a night last night, didn’t we?”

“Oh god.” She groaned, hiding her face once again.

He jostled her as he sat down. “Said that a lot.”

An even louder groan emitted from the blanket.

“Nah, it was more of a ‘ngh oh my god!’” He imitated.

The mortification couldn’t get any worse. But it did.

“Didn’t know you could bend that way, darlin’,” he said, nonchalantly sipping from the mug.

She flew out from beneath the covers. “WHAT?”

“Flexible lil’ thing, aren’t ya?”

“This is not happening,” she complained, rubbing her temples. “We actually…”

Billy smacked his lips and offered her the mug. “It did. Twice.”

“Billy…um…I…,” she stuttered.

“Havin’ trouble connectin’ the dots, are we?”

Her eyes shifting from their discarded clothes to their undressed state gave away her absolute confusion. He set the mug on the already full nightstand before he began to explain.

“Well, let’s see. After sendin’ a few texts about how much ya liked it when I called ya love. Then there was the bit where you said it made your knickers wet.”

He tried not to laugh as her eyes went wide and cheeks burned red.

“Then there were the pictures. Gave me a nice view of your tits and legs.” He shrugged. “Highlight of my night up to that point.”

With a groan, she slapped her hands over her eyes and fell back against the mattress, praying it would simply swallow her whole. This was not how she wanted this to happen.

“My favorite bit was when ya got back,” he continued. “Hung off my neck and gave me a proper snog.”

“Seriously?!?”

He chuckled. “Guess that’s when ya decided ta drag me off ta the room for a little romp and…”

He snapped his fingers.

“Boom. Out like a light.”

Her embarrassment stalled.

She peeked through her fingers. “What?”

He nodded. “Second ya hit the mattress, ya made yaself a lil’ nest outta me blankets n’ pillows and started snorin’ like me grandad.”

“I don’t snore,” she argued.

“You most certainly do, love,” he shot back playfully. “And you cuddle like a fuckin’ koala.”

As she sat up, Billy took the mug back and handed it to her. He could tell she was still confused when her gaze drifted to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

“Wasn’t about ta let ya sleep in that tight scrap of fabric,” he chuckled.

Staring at the mug of tea, she felt relief. But, something else manifested. She was still morbidly horrified by her drunken antics, but a pit of disappointment settled in her chest.

“So…” She glanced up at him. “Nothing happened?”

A soft grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Not from lack of tryin’ on your part, love.”

She gave a half smile, but he could see the disappointment on her face.

“Look ‘ere.” He took her chin between his fingers. “Ya weren’t in no state to have me climb on top of ya.”

The room fell quiet.

She studied his face for any teasing, but there wasn’t.

“Besides,” he muttered, brushing his thumb along her cheek, “I’d rather you remembered the next time ya crawl into me bed.”

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Next time? He wanted a next time?

Before a response could leave her lips, he gently pressed his to hers. Her eyes closed instantly. His mustache tickled her nose, drawing a soft laugh from her. His lips were warm and surprisingly gentle, and for a moment she forgot all about her pounding headache.

The kiss ended far too soon for her liking, but the throbbing of her head brought her back to her hungover reality.

He chuckled seeing a sweet blush tint her cheeks. The hand on her chin shifted down and cupped the bottom of the mug, bringing it to her lips for a sip.

“Next time, try not to get so bloody drunk, yeah?”

She giggled and nodded.

Curling around your hips, holding you down while he licks, and tastes, and flicks and strokes, driving you crazy. He doesn’t even have to try to pin you to the bed. He’s so strong it’s nothing.

Cupping your breasts. He loves you on his lap and he’ll cup and knead, brush his thumbs over your nipples until they’re as stiff as he wants them, then tug until you cry out.

Let’s not even get started on those thick fingers!

And then he’ll hold you with those big hands and those big arms ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Like you’re the greatest treasure he’s ever come across.

Like c’mon…

Oh shit and just imagine…that big hand wrapped around his thick cock, lazily stroking himself while he watches you get undressed after you come home late…

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For being a man with such a notoriously filthy mouth, Butcher had it in him to be gentle in small ways. He was a gentleman when it mattered, you supposed. 

He kicked off his blood soaked boots outside of your door when he came to visit, refusing to track it through your lovely little apartment. He'd clear his plate and praise your cooking when you would make him dinner. Held doors for you, let his shoulder get drenched in the rain so you could be fully covered by the umbrella, and always walked on the edge of the sidewalk closest to the road.

Given that, you didn't mind too much how he played fast and loose with his words, cursing in ways that would make a sailor blush. At first, it startled you, but as you fell for him, it just became another part of him. That was just your Billy. It was funny, almost, how he could use more expletives in a sentence than normal words.

He liked the basics: "fuck you," "fuck that," "fuck this," "fucking hell," "for fuck's sake," of course. Sometimes he would sprinkle in a "shit," or more commonly, "shite" with his darling accent. His all time favorite word, though? Well, it had to be "cunt." 

Everyone was a cunt. Homelander? Super-cunt. Frenchie? Snail-eating, frog-cunt. Some guy crossing the street? Pedestrian cunt. 

Strangely enough, though, he never used that word to describe your actual cunt. No, he thought a word like that was too ugly for such a sweet thing. He had his alternatives for you.

"That's real pretty, love," Butcher cooed gently, blowing on your swollen clit. He had teased you for so long, your poor bud was aching for relief. "Poor girl, can't handle a mean old bastard's teasing much longer, can ye?"

He used his thick, calloused fingers to part your lips. He gave a sloppy lick over your warmth and groaned softly. 

"Too much," you mumbled, letting your smaller hands thread through his hair. "Careful."

"Oh, of course," he said in that delicious, sly voice, clearly intending to be the exact opposite of careful. "This precious cunny can only take so much, hm?"

He spat a fat wad directly onto your clit and licked it back up, using far too much pressure with his tongue. He huffed a short laugh at the way you tried to shut him out with your thighs. It was funny to him that you even thought to try. You knew well enough that a man like him didn't like to be interrupted while eating, especially not when dessert has just been served.

He easily pried them back open with a strength that just worked to make you even wetter. With one hand kept firmly on each of your thighs, he pressed back into your warmth. 

You felt him tongue you for a while, bringing you almost to the edge of release, before pulling back and spitting on your clit again. It was a vicious, hazing cycle that trapped you. The undertow of a lick here, the backflow of his tongue abandoning your clit and shoving its way into your hole.

You felt his head pause between your legs for a moment. You were confused at first, then mortified as you felt him take a deep huff between your legs.

"Billy!" you squeaked, trying to push his head away. "That's so gross, stop that!"

He snickered and let you push his head up slightly, looking up at you with blown pupils and spit and your essence running down his chin. "Don't be like that, love," he said, running the pads of two of his fingers tightly over your clit. "Your sweet little twat's my favorite scent."

"You're so gross," you said through a stifled moan, still embarrassed.

"Ye? Well, I guess that means I'm your gross, old man," he said with a hint of genuine happiness in his voice. 

It was rare for him to show so much emotion—he'd had his joy taken too many times to not be wary. But between your legs, and more importantly, in your presence, he really was happy. 

"Now, let's see about that arse of yours," he said, pushing your legs towards your chest.

You glanced over your shoulder to tell him you were busy, but the fierce look in his eyes told you he was not going to take no for an answer.

You sighed when you stood up and went over to him but all you were thinking was 'he noticed.'

Butcher slid his hands around your waist, tugging you against him. "You've been workin' too hard."

All of the breath in your lungs seemed to escape in one big whoosh. "It's just how it is this time of year. I just have one more report to work on. And I need to do my laundry. And it's Thursday."

Butcher leaned back, lifting his eyebrow at you.

"Dusting day," you explained meekly.

Billy gave you a look. "I'll do yer laundry with mine and dustin' can wait. What can I do tonight to make ya sit still for a while and let yerself go?"

You leaned forward wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his broad chest. He was right, you felt like you were about to collapse but there was still so much to do...

"Maybe just hold me," you said softly.

"I'd be chuffed, love, but yer mind would still be whirlin' wouldn't it. Need somethin' to distract that pretty head o' yours too."

He rubbed your back for a moment as he thought and a soft, but tired, little sound escaped your throat. He knew you, and he knew it had to be something different to truly get your mind off of your worries right now.

He glanced at the tv where the movie was paused, then back to you. "Up for a little playin', love? I've got an idea."

The look in his eye told you it was something interesting and you couldn't help immediately being intrigued. "Maybe...what would I have to do?"

"Nothin'. Go and change inta somethin' comfy. Just a shirt, nothin' else, then come back out and sit with me."

You nodded and gave him a kiss before you retreated into your shared bedroom.

When you came back out he had turned the lights down and he was sitting on the couch. He rumbled in appreciation as soon as he saw you.

"Fuck me," he muttered.

You smiled at him, pleased. You'd changed into one of his shirts, and you'd left it unbuttoned, though it was pulled around you at the moment. It was soft and it barely came to the tops of your thighs.

"Well c'mon," he husked, patting his lap and letting his heated gaze roam over you.

You climbed into his lap kneeling over him and sitting back on his thighs. "If your idea is to fuck me..." you deadpanned.

The smirk he gave you was wicked, his hands sliding to your hips. "Nah it ain't that. You know you'd be comin' in minutes, love, then you'd be right back to your troubles again wouldn't ya? Need somethin' to relax yer brain for a lot longer than that. Besides I need t'finish me film."

Well...he wasn't wrong.

For a moment you met his eyes, gleaming with mischief, and you could feel his cock swelling beneath you...and then you realized what he wanted to do. A surprising pulse of lust surged through your veins and you knew you were immediately wet for him. It wasn't something you'd ever thought of before but now that you did...now that you did you were more than eager to try. That might actually work.

His hazel eyes glinted with desire even as they darkened. "Be a good girl and get me cock out, yeah?"

You swallowed, nodding your head and sliding back off his lap. He gave you a look and you obeyed instantly, working his belt free and opening his jeans. He shifted his hips so you could tug them down just enough to free his length, already hard and ready for you.

"How do you want me?" you whispered.

"Facin' the telly, yeah? Wouldn't want you to miss the rest o' the film."

You hadn't really seen the first half as you'd been working at the same time, but you had a feeling that didn't matter. And maybe it would help to have something to watch to help distract you from his...distracting.

You stood up and turned around as he slid one big hand around the base of his cock to steady it, and gripped your hip with the other.

"Ready, doll," he murmured low, and you moved to sit on him slowly, his hand positioning you with a tight grip.

When you felt the head of his cock at your entrance, a little moan left your lips but he kept guiding you down without pause.

"Fuck..." you breathed. Without much preparation, the fit was tight and he stretched you almost uncomfortably but you knew your body would adjust, and it did almost immediately.

"Fuckin' hell, love, your gushin'," he groaned. "Must've liked this idea more than I realized."

You wanted to argue but a broken moan was all that left your lips. You took a breath as you took him all way, you bottom quickly pressing flush against his thighs. "Oh my god..." you whimpered. Syrupy pleasure flooded through your body, making your clit throb and your cunt flutter around his cock as you thought about him making you stay like this.

Billy gripped your hips hard with both hands and you felt another gush of wetness around his cock. "Easy now. Take a deep breath for me, love. Yer gonna have to calm down if yer gonna be a good girl and let me keep ya on me cock till I'm done watchin'."

"Oh fuck," you moaned breathily, closing your eyes and biting your lip hard. Breathe.

His hands rubbed soothingly over your hips and outer thighs and you took a slow deep breath and licked your lips, focusing on the tv in front of you. You caught sight of the time bar and you almost groaned at the amount of time that was left, just a little less than an hour.

He felt so thick inside of you, the size of him alone lighting up every nerve ending you had. But you had a long way to go so you took another deep breath, and finally your body let go of some of the tension, just a little.

That's my girl," Billy murmured low from behind you. He slid one arm around you and urged you to press back against his chest. "Just rest here for a bit, filled up with me cock, not thinkin' 'bout nothin' else."

Your only answer was another whimper and he gave a low chuckle as he started the movie again.

Your bare legs were draped over his jean clad thighs and you had to be careful not to let his open zipper scrape across your inner thighs or worse. Incentive not to move, you supposed.

You swallowed again, trying hard not to clench around him, but you couldn't help the little flutters of your cunt anytime his cock twitched or he shifted even the tiniest bit.

How he was keeping his own control so easily, you had no idea. Probably had a wank in the shower earlier.

His chest was warm against your back and his big hand was rubbing your thigh. You really tried to watch the movie, but fuck, he was so deep like this. His cock was fiery hot inside of you and you swore you could feel the veins that ran the length of it. You felt every inch of him.

Minutes ticked by slowly, and you did your best for almost 15 of them, but as pleasure continued to pool in your center, and your body adjusted to his size, relaxing and taking him deeper, all you could think about was getting relief. You were dripping and you were sure he could feel it, but still he seemed as relaxed as ever, lazily stroking your thigh as he watched the tv.

Then before you could try to stop yourself, your hips rocked on top of his lap and a soft little cry escaped as bliss erupted inside you, making your whole body tense and buzz, making your fingertips tingle.

Billy rumbled and caught your hips with both hands, gripping hard, holding you still. "No movin', doll."

Your clit throbbed helplessly, completely neglected and you had to bite your lip to keep from whining pathetically, clenching your hands on your thighs.

"Breathe," he murmured, his beard tickling the curve of your neck as he leaned forward. You took a gulp of air, and then another, not even realizing you'd stopped.

Breathe.

Finally, you caught your breath and your lust lowered back to a simmer.

"That's a good girl for me," Billy said, kneading your hips in reward but all you could do was moan at his praise and it made your cunt flutter around him again.

"Don't say that," you whimpered.

He gave a quiet laugh and patted your leg. "We'll have to keep practicin' this," he said low against the shell of your ear, then went back to watching the movie.

You slumped back against his broad chest again and his arm came around you. Instead of thinking about the way he was filling you, you tried to focus on letting your palm play over the little hairs on his forearm. After another 15 minutes, a hazy-sweet fog started to drift over your mind, some combination of dazed and still wildly turned on.

Anytime he moved it sent a jolt of pleasure through you but you were starting to get used to it, learning to let it soften into your body, banking it for later. After a while you couldn't even tell where he ended and you began, he was just a part of you.

At some point you must have completely spaced out, because you suddenly realized the tv was off. Billy was smoothing his hands slowly over your stomach and your thighs and your hips, still thick and big inside of you.

"Did I do it?" you murmured languidly.

Billy leaned closer, kissing the side of your neck, his his beard scratching sensitive skin spectacularly. "You did it. Such a good girl. My girl..."

You made a lilting, blissful sound and wrapped your fingers around his forearms, desperately needing to hold on to something.

"Think you can come for me now, pet?" His voice was gravelly and rough in your ear.

"Mmmm...mmhmm..." You gripped his arm tighter, unable to get your mind to even form another word. Every single worry was completely gone and you couldn't care less about anything except this right here.

Billy shifted underneath you, pushing his jeans further down his thighs and the movement made him thrust up into you.

You cried out, trembling with need, and he made a low sound to soothe you. "I've got ya, love. I'll take care now..."

It was too much to hold yourself up so you fell back against him and he rumbled approvingly. The vibration in his chest only added to your pleasure.

He pulled the edges of his shirt that you were wearing apart so you were completely exposed and tugged it down so your shoulders were bare but didn't bother taking it all the way off. Then he wrapped his hands around your bare waist and began to thrust up into you. "Fuck," he groaned. "Wasn't gonna last much longer either, love."

One of his big hands slid up to engulf your breast, kneading the weight of it in his palm then pinching your peaked nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Your heart stuttered as you gasped for breath, every nerve lighting up. Billy knew how to make your body sing.

Lifting one arm, you curled it around him to thread your fingers through his hair and let your eyes flutter closed, just feeling him.

Every single thrust hit the right spot and made you whimper or moan or cry. Pleasure seemed to only crest higher and higher inside you, no limit in sight.

Within moments, as he had predicted earlier, you were on the brink of orgasm, but you wanted more, needed it. Grabbing at his hand on your waist, you pushed it down, guiding his fingers to where you were joined.

Billy moaned, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. "Mmmm, needy little thing, ain't ya..." he teased, but he deftly nestled two fingertips right over your swollen clit.

The second he started to circle over the throbbing nub your bliss heightened ten-fold...it had been left ignored for too long.

Your cries now were so loud that you vaguely wondered if the neighbors would be concerned, but there was nothing you could do about it, and Billy didn't seem to care at all.

His fingers slowed when he sensed you were close and he used his free hand to move your knees to the outside of his so he could push your legs farther apart with his own, wide open for him and stuffed full.

Then his fingertips returned to their fast, slick circles with haste.

The eruption of your climax happened immediately and all you could do was cry out his name. Your entire body spasmed in pleasure, wave after wave crashing through you in relentless pulses, gushing for him as he continued to stroke your clit.

The growl Billy let loose against your shoulder in response was earth-shaking. You had never felt an orgasm this intense before and you could tell your thighs and his fingers and his cock were drenched from you.

"Fuckin' "ell," he groaned. He moved to grip your hips with both hands one last time, the fingers on one hand still slick, and he bucked up into you, rough and erratic as his own orgasm began.

Burying his face against the curve of your neck, he bit down, moaning, low and gruff.

Broken whimpers and unintelligible words fell from your lips as every sensation continued to bounce and ping through your body like a pinball machine.

You could feel his come, hot and thick, spurting deep inside you. It felt just as good as everything else you’d experience this night.

By the end of it you were completely expended, weak in his lap. You wouldn't be able to move even if the apartment caught on fire.

Billy was slumped into the couch now too, but his arms were around you and he was still inside you.

You had no idea how long the two of you lazed there, but eventually Billy regained his strength.

You whimpered as he finally slid out of you then gathered you up in his arms.

Your own strength was long gone and it was not coming back. He carried you into the bathroom and you were too fucked out to even care he stayed. After he cleaned both of you, he scooped you up again and set you on the bed. He found your favorite, softest t-shirt to sleep in and tucked you in. In the next minute he was sliding under the blankets too and he hauled you against his chest.

"Alright love?" he murmured.

"Mmmmmm. Mmmhmmmm." You were nestled in his arms, his skin warm beneath you and your face pressed to his shoulder. You wanted to say thank you but you were pretty sure only a mumble of half-formed words came out. His hand rubbed soothingly over your back and you felt him nuzzle the top of your head only seconds before you were out.

You couldn't go to work the next day, much to Butcher's smug amusement.

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thank you for reading 🥹 thank you for all the inspiration to write this ❤️

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- praises the absolute shit outta you. When rocking his hips against yours, he whispers the sweetest words imaginable. He wants to make sure you know that you make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

“you feel so good around me sweetheart… so so good f’me…”

“taking my cock so well lovey…”

“i can’t believe you’re mine…”

- would get on his knees and worship you- running his hands all over your body, feeling your soft skin under his rough palms, kissing your stomach, hips and thighs like there’s no tomorrow.

- the way he’d look up at you as you slowly ride him?? his furrowed eyebrows and throwing his head back amongst the pillow???

- relishes in the sounds that you make, it makes him shiver.

- wants to be able to look at you as he fucks you. He wants to see your pleasured facial expressions and would get off on just watching you.

- moans/whimpers when he goes down on you. he cannot get enough of the way you taste and will wanna be in between your thighs for hours- making you cum over and over until his beard is soaked in your essence. he’s also cum more times that he would admit to by just being between your legs.

- sets the mood and is bit cheesy about it. i’m talking candles, soft music, laying on the bed suggestively with a rose in his mouth vibe - he likes to make you giggle and feel comfortable with him.