Al

Thank you all for 1k!! I never thought I’d get this far and I have you all to thank. I can’t express how much you all mean to me, thank you so much ❤️

happy v-day guys!!!!! heres a mini billy thing, i hope you enjoy it :D

WORD COUNT: 387

WARNINGS: implication of sex, cheesy and shitty jokes hehe, not proofread

Valentine’s day was Billy’s least favorite holiday, but now he was with you and it was your very first Valentine’s day together and he wanted - no, needed - it to be perfect. Every part of him wanted it to be the most romantic thing you’ve ever experienced before. Maybe a lot of pressure but hey, he thrives under it.

When you get home you’re surprised to see all of the lights off. Billy’s car was in the driveway, his keys and boots by the door like they always were. “Billy? You home, baby?” You yelled, kicking your own shoes off, grinning when you heard his muffled response from upstairs.

“In here!” You walk towards the stairs and pause; rose petals lined the floor and you could see candle light from the hallways upstairs. Ignoring the major fire hazard, you slowly make your way up the steps, each floorboard creaking. Your bedroom door was cracked open, the soft sound of classical music flowing through the hallway, growing louder with each step. 

You open the door slowly and laugh, your hand covering your mouth as you soak in the wonderful sight in front of you. Every surface in the room was covered in candles, rose petals, and chocolate besides the bed, which is where Billy was currently spread out on his side, one leg up, naked. A large heart-shaped box of chocolates was leaning against his legs, barely covering his junk. His head was resting in his hand and he had a huge grin on his face.

“Happy Valentine’s day, babe,” He says in a very deep voice, trying to sound sultry and it earns another laugh from you. “Hey, you know you’re not supposed to laugh when a guy is naked, right? It can be very damaging.”

“Right, my fault,” You say, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside him. You kiss him, running your hand through his hair before pulling back and staring at him. “Your dicks not on the chocolate, right? Because I want to eat it.”

“My dick or the chocolate?” You scoff, unable to suppress the grin. “Don’t worry, there’s no nuts in or on them,”