jealously/posession - kinktober day 15 - billy (burn)
Pairing: Billy (Burn 2019) x fem!reader
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only, smut, jealousy, possession, rough sex, choking, praise kink, creampie, aftercare, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), dom!Billy vibes
You’ve been working the late shift at the dingy gas station on the edge of town, the kind of place where fluorescent lights buzz like angry hornets and the coffee tastes like regret. Billy hates it. hates that you’re there alone half the night, hates the sketchy guys who roll in for smokes and leer a little too long. But money’s tight, and he’s not exactly rolling in it either, with his odd jobs and that temper that keeps getting him fired.
Tonight, he picks you up like always, his beat-up truck idling in the lot, engine rumbling low like a growl. You slide into the passenger seat, tossing your bag in the back, and he doesn’t say a word at first. Just grips the wheel tighter, jaw clenched, eyes flicking to the rearview as if expecting trouble to follow.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, reaching over to trace your fingers along his arm. He’s tense, muscles coiled under that worn leather jacket he loves.
“Saw that asshole in the store earlier,” he mutters, voice rough like gravel. “The one with the tattoos, buying beer. He was flirting with you. Don’t deny it…I watched from outside.”
You roll your eyes, but there’s a spark in your chest at the way his possessiveness flares. It’s always been like this with Billy, intense, all-consuming. He doesn’t do halfway. “He was just being friendly, Billy. Asked about the lottery tickets. Nothing happened.”
His hand shoots out, grabbing your thigh a little too hard, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. “Friendly, huh? Looked like he wanted to bend you over the counter. You’re mine, you get that? No one else gets to look at you like that.”
The truck swerves into your shared trailer lot, tires crunching on the gravel. He kills the engine, but doesn’t move, turning to you with those dark eyes that always see right through you. There’s fire there, jealousy burning hot, and it sends a thrill straight between your legs.
“Prove it,” you whisper, challenging him because you know it’ll snap whatever restraint he’s holding onto.
He’s on you in seconds, mouth crashing against yours, all teeth and tongue and desperation. His hands are everywhere, tugging at your shirt, yanking it over your head as he pulls you across the console into his lap. The cab’s too small for this, but Billy doesn’t care. He never does when he’s like this.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he groans against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. You arch into it, moaning as his fingers fumble with your jeans, shoving them down your thighs along with your panties. The cool air hits your skin, but his touch is scorching, calloused palms spreading your legs wide over his.
“Billy, please,” you whimper, grinding against the bulge in his pants. He’s rock hard already, straining against the denim, and the friction makes you ache.
He chuckles low, dark, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat but not squeezing, just holding you there, tilting your head back so you’re looking right at him. “Begging already? Good girl. You know what I want to hear.”
“I’m yours,” you breathe, hands clutching his shoulders. “All yours, Billy. No one else.”
“That’s right.” He frees himself with his free hand, stroking his cock a few times. thick, veined, tip already leaking. Your mouth waters at the sight, but he doesn’t give you time to think. He lines up, rubbing the head through your slick folds, teasing your clit until you’re trembling. “Gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me for days. Remind you who you belong to.”
He thrusts in hard, one brutal push that buries him to the hilt. You cry out, the stretch burning so good, filling you completely. Billy groans, head falling back against the seat as he holds you there, letting you adjust. “Fuck, so tight. Always so perfect for me, baby. Taking every inch like you were made for it.”
His hips snap up, rough and relentless, each thrust punching the air from your lungs. The truck rocks with the force of it, windows fogging as you ride him, nails digging into his back. His hand tightens around your throat just a bit, enough to make your vision blur at the edges, heightening every sensation.
“Who do you belong to?” he growls, free hand slipping between you to rub circles on your clit, fast and firm.
“You! Fuck, Billy, you!” You’re close already, the jealousy-fueled intensity pushing you to the edge. He hits that spot inside you over and over, praise spilling from his lips like confessions.
“Good girl. Cum for me. Squeeze that pretty pussy around my cock…show me you’re mine.” His words tip you over, orgasm crashing through you like a wave, walls fluttering as you scream his name.
He follows right after, thrusting deep one last time and holding there, spilling hot inside you with a guttural moan. You feel every pulse, every drop claiming you from the inside out. “That’s it, take it all. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
He doesn’t pull out right away, just holds you close, breathing ragged against your shoulder. Eventually, he softens, slipping free with a wet sound that makes you shiver. Billy reaches into the glove compartment for some napkins…always prepared, in his own messy way…and gently cleans you up, his touch tender now, all the roughness melted away.
“You okay?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling your shirt back down.
“Yeah,” you smile, nuzzling into his neck. “More than okay.”
He smirks, that possessive glint still in his eyes. “Good. ‘Cause next time some prick looks at you wrong, I might not wait till we get home.”
You laugh, but deep down, you know he means it. And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.
