These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

Billy very rarely had a hard time focusing. He approached everything, especially his empire, with tenacious determination and an insatiable thirst for success. There was no detail too small, no risk too grand, and no stone he didn’t personally overturn. His desire for perfectionism and order may have appeared as obsessive and controlling to some, but to Billy, appearances and status were everything, so it was imperative to give every task at hand his full and undivided attention.

But today, his thoughts couldn’t stop wandering to you.

All the blocks of black ink on the documents in front of him blurred into a mirage of you in that emerald green silk robe that was carelessly wrapped around your figure this morning while you got ready in the bathroom. It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. The dark green fabric looked absolutely decadent on your soft skin, pulling taut against your body in all the right places. The belt was loosely tied around your waist, leaving a large expanse of your chest on display for his viewing pleasure, the edges of the robe just barely stopping right before your nipples.

It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you.

But he had an important meeting in twenty minutes that he couldn’t miss.

Sometimes he really fucking hated owning his own company.

Billy hadn’t even heard most of the pitch during the meeting. The monotone voice of the talkative investor should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. He wasn’t a religious man, but he silently thanked whoever might be listening that black was his signature color, and that it slimmed instead of emphasized the prominent bulge in his pants.

He tried to busy himself with all the tasks that needed his attention, and fuck did he try, but his eyes could only decipher a few words before everything went blurry and shapeshifted into your form again. He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. He could’ve made you both come in a matter of minutes. He had never regretted a decision so fucking much as he did right now.

Billy made it forty-five minutes before he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached within the confines of his briefs, and he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day without some relief. Without giving it another thought, Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. He had just slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs to wrap his slender fingers around his cock when your melodic voice sounded on the other side of the line.

“Hi handsome.”

Billy sank his top teeth into his bottom lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.

“Hey darlin’. You busy?”

“Not particularly. Why, what’s up?”

“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.”

Billy swiped his thumb across his weeping tip, letting out a silent hiss as he used the spurt of his arousal as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut when your soft giggle sounded in his ear.

“Baby, you heard my voice an hour ago.”

“S’too fuckin’ long, doll.”

Another harmonious string of giggles played in his ear, and he began to slowly flick his wrist upwards in a light jerking motion, doing his best to keep his voice steady.

“Tell me how your mornin’s goin’.”

Billy caught almost every other word of your exposition, the pleasure building in his lap nearly clouding his mind entirely with lust. He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I said how did your meeting go?”

He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question. A layer of sweat had started to bead along his hairline, and he hadn’t even noticed that he’d begun to steadily buck his hips upwards into his own hand.

“Fine. It was fine.”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before your voice rang through laced with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine, darlin’.”

“Are you sure? You sound a little out of it.”

If you were here with him right now, you would’ve caressed his face in your soft palm. Physical touch was one of your love languages, and it awoke a craving in Billy he hadn’t realized he had blocked out from a lifetime of being touch starved. 

He adored all your little touches. He loved the way you held his hand proudly wherever the two of you went. He enjoyed how you always touched his arm to get his attention when you wanted to show him something. He felt a rush of warmth every time he felt your arms wrap around him from behind in a hug when you were watching him do something, or checking on him if it was late and he hadn’t come to bed yet. He liked that you were always absentmindedly adjusting his tie for him or fixing his hair back into place if it got unruly.

But he really loved the way you touched him when he pleasured you. He savored the sharp sting of your fingers tugging roughly at his dark roots to bring his face closer to your pussy when he ate you out. He got off on the pain you inflicted clawing into his back when he fucked you hard and rough. He reveled in the way you held his hands above his head when you rode his cock with a pleased grin plastered on your lips. He cherished the way you held his face in your hands when he made love to you.

All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched on the other side of the phone.

“Billy…are you-”

“I shoulda fucked you this mornin’ like I wanted, doll.”

He heard the sharp intake of breath you took. The quiet and soft moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock and nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Billy-”

“Looked so fuckin’ good in that robe, darlin’. Gonna buy you one in every fuckin’ color so I can fuck you in all of ‘em. God, I been hard all fuckin’ mornin’ from thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”

“Are you-”

“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.”

A delicate noise of desire echoed through the phone’s speaker, and it sounded like the exact one you made whenever he sucked at that sweet spot on your neck. 

“Billy…”

Your voice came out in a breathless moan, and it only made him fuck his hand faster.

“Say my name like that again, baby. C’mon, lemme hear it again.”

Billy was panting heavily now, that tight band within him dangerously close to snapping. His hand was moving furiously up and down the base of his cock, and he slipped his other hand into his briefs to gently squeeze his balls. 

“Billy.”

Throwing his head back against the chair, Billy groaned your name loudly when he came, his jaw hanging open as he fucked his hand through his orgasm. Warm ropes of his release painted wet stripes along his crisp white button up, and he let out a quiet moan from the overstimulation of emptying himself completely. 

A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he tried to catch his breath, wiping his sticky palm off on his shirt.

“Auntie Y/N, come ride the carousel with us!” Frank Jr. suggested as he and his sister jumped up from their seats halfway through dinner; it seemed they were finished eating already.

“I would, but that’s a recipe for disaster,” You gave a little chuckle, receiving one from Maria, Frank, and Billy, too. “But, I think Uncle Billy would be thrilled to ride with you guys,” You mentioned, looking at Billy while eating a fry. He saw the look in your eyes, not quite begging, but giving him a ‘Go have fun with your niece and nephew; soon we’ll have a kid of our own’ look.

At that, Billy instantly jumped up, the kid’s smiles brightening even more. “You heard the woman, let’s go, you little minks (idk lol)!” You smiled as he ran towards the carousel, the kids running after him once their parents gave them a token to ride. You loved how good Billy was with his niece and nephew, or any kid for that matter. You know he’ll be a great father, despite the doubts he’s brought up to you.

After you finished eating your much-needed food, you, Maria, and Frank walked over to watch Billy and the kids on the carousel. Maria held onto Frank’s arm, always so sweet like that, so in love, as you placed your hand over your tummy. You watched as Billy and the kids ran to find three horses together in your line of sight, jumping on before the ride started. You couldn’t help but laugh with the Castle’s as each time Billy came around again, he would be in a different pose. The kids were laughing non-stop, making you, Maria, and Frank laugh even harder. You could tell Billy was trying to hold back a smile of his own at the sound of your laugh. He couldn’t get enough of it.

Once the ride was over, Billy helped the kids off and they ran back to their parents, Billy following closely behind. He had a sweet smile on his face as he walked up to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, “Thank you for that. You’re so sweet and so good with them,” You gestured to the kids back at the table.

“Only for you, my love,” Billy dipped down and pressed his lips to yours, sliding his hand into your before walking you over to the Castles.

Later that night, shortly after returning home, you sat in bed, a novel in your hands, ready for bed, as Billy made his way around your room through the kitchen to the bathroom and randomly walked around, talking to you every now and then, a question or statement here and there. He had a tendency to just wander. You didn’t really know why, maybe just a way to get his mind off certain things; there was no harm in it.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Billy walk out of the bathroom, in his own little world, in only a pair of sweatpants and shirtless. Just then, he ran his foot into the corner of the door frame, and with a loud yelp from him, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. He kept walking though, a playful sort of limp in his step, as he made his way to the kitchen, your eyes back on your book.

“Babe, you’re a former sniper. What’s going on?” You mentioned, still a bit of a giggle in your voice. Billy strode back into your room with a glass of chocolate milk for you, knowing you love it and he always tended to randomly do sweet acts of service for you.

Setting the glass on your bedside table, he climbed onto the bed and to his side, settling himself beside you, his head propped up on his hand, the other going to your belly, tracing little shapes there, allowing his unborn child to feel his warmth.

“I don’t know. Just caught in my thoughts, I guess.” Billy sighed. You’ve been a bit worried about him since you told him about the pregnancy.

“Care to elaborate?” You replied, placing your book down. Your full attention was on him now, one hand now holding your glass of chocolate milk and the other running your fingers through his hair.

“You know, just the norm. Scared this little guy,” He traced his finger around your belly button. “Might forget me, might be afraid of me, afraid of who I am…” He added, a defeated look on his face, but you stopped him there.

“Who you used to be, darling. You’re not the guy anymore. You’ve changed, you’re a better man now, although I would love you either way,” You told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“It’s all because of you, sweetheart. You made me this way and I can’t thank you enough for that,” Billy responded, looking up into your eyes. He leaned up and met you halfway, your lips against his in a passionate kiss, his hand placed over your belly, your hands on either side of his face.

You both gasped as you felt a kick against Billy’s hand, your eyes shooting to your tummy. You smiled, looking back at Billy.

“See, hun, they know you are. How could anyone forget you?” You beamed at him as he smiled back up at you.

“You also made me soft,” Billy chuckled.

“You’ve always been soft, baby. You just needed the right person to bring it out,” You smiled, sliding your fingers through his hair, bringing a bigger smile from him.

high maintenance

Billy was absolutely furious when you finally stepped out of the elevator that opened up to his penthouse. You hadn’t expected him to be home yet, and you certainly weren’t expecting him to be sitting in a chair right in front of the foyer waiting for you. His sharp jaw was tensely set and his lips were pressed in a firm line, but it was the wild look in his eyes that sent a shiver tumbling down your spine. 

Placing your shopping bags down by the elevator, you took cautious steps over towards him as you flashed him your most dazzling smile.

“You’re home early.”

Billy arched one of his dark brows as he slightly cocked his head to the side.

“And you’ve been gone all fuckin’ day. I been callin’ you for hours.”

“I didn’t hear my-”

“You didn’t tell me you were leavin’, and you know how I feel ‘bout you goin’ out alone-”

“But I wasn’t alone-”

“Which brings me to my next fuckin’ problem. Not only did you leave without tellin’ me, or tellin’ me where you were goin’, and not only did you not answer any of my goddamn calls, but you spent all fuckin’ day with Thompson. Alone.”

You let out a soft sigh at the jealousy that practically dripped from his venomous tone. Billy didn’t like it when you were alone with other men, even if it was a man he hired to look out for you. It wasn’t you he didn’t trust, it was them. Billy didn’t like anyone looking at or touching anything that was his, and he made damn sure that everyone knew you were his.

Trying to diffuse his irritation, you pulled your dress slightly up your thighs so that you could sit on his lap, cupping his jaw in your hands as you looked into his eyes with a soft smile.

“You’re the one who said I couldn’t go out alone, so I brought the guy you hired to be my shadow-”

“Well he’s fuckin’ fired now.”

“William.”

Billy grumbled under his breath when you used his full name and rolled his eyes, which only made you squish his cheeks a little in your hands as you giggled.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving, baby. I thought you would tell me no, or make me wait for you to get home, and I was really bored. I had to get out. Plus I had some very important shopping to do. You know I’m a little high maintenance.”

“A little?”

You scoffed in mock offense at Billy’s deadpan, dropping his face as you went to get off his lap. His large hands immediately gripped onto your waist to pull you back down, letting out a heavy exhale before looking at you.

“Have I ever told you no?”

“Several times.”

Billy clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment in complete exasperation before looking at you again with another quirk of his brow.

“Have I ever told you no without a good reason?”

You bit down on your bottom lip as you loosely played with his tie.

“No.”

“You know if you need me, you call me and I come runnin’.”

“You’d drop everything important you were doing just to come take me shopping?”

Billy’s lips split into a wide smirk that matched the one stretching over your own lips. He gave your hip a gentle squeeze before leaning in closer.

“You’re goddamn right I would. You can be as high maintenance as you want, honey. But I’m the only one that gets to do the maintenance. That clear?”

Nervous Wreck

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader (and a side of Frank Castle)

Story Rating : PG 

Warnings : None (just Billy being a cutie, which should be illegal)

His leg bounced beneath the table while his fingers drummed against he wooden surface.

Frank had found it easy to ignore at first, but after five minutes of Billy constantly tapping and fidgeting, he'd had enough.

"Jesus, Bill, can you sit still?"

"Huh? What?" Billy asked.

He hadn't even realised that he was doing it — hadn't realised much of anything, if he was to be honest about it. Since sitting in the booth across from Frank, all he'd been able to think about was you and how, after months of asking, you'd finally agreed to let him take you out.

"Shit, I ain't seen you this antsy since Afghanistan," Frank said, barely fighting back a smile as he took a drink. "Can't believe Billy the Beaut is gettin' all flustered 'bout a date."

"It's not just a date," Billy snapped, instantly realising his mistake the moment the words had left his lips.

It was too much to give away so early, and the last thing he wanted was for Frank to realise just how different you were, and how important tonight was. But, from the grin on his friends lips, Billy could tell that he'd well and truly let the cat out of the bag.

"If it's not just a date, then what is it?" Frank asked through his shit-eating grin.

"Fuck off, Frankie," Billy answered, sinking back in his seat and taking a slow swig of beer, letting his eyes drift away from Frank.

Of course, Frank knew his friend well enough to tell that he was embarrassed, even if it was something that he hadn't seen often.

"No, no — c'mon, Bill. I wanna know," Frank prompted. "What's different 'bout this one?"

All he could do was stare at Frank, at a complete loss — because, really, how could he put someone like you into words?

It had crept up on him slowly, the feeling that now consumed him, your little jokes, your smile, and the way you laughed. Little by little, he'd come to crave those moments. And, as he'd gotten to know you, he started to see more and more; your tenacity, your spirit, and the way that you always stuck to your guns and never backed down when you felt like you were doing the right thing.

The moment he'd seen you, Billy had wanted to fuck you, but the moment he started to know you was the moment he started to fall for you.

But you were smarter than that, better than that. Better than him.

You'd seen his initial advances for what they were; an attempt to get you in his bed so he could fuck you and get you out of his system. But you didn't do meaningless sex, no matter how mind-blowing he promised it would be, and you weren't willing to just be another notch on his bedpost.

But Billy Russo had never been the sort of person to be denied something he wanted.

That was how he fell into your trap.

In the months of trying to convince you to sleep with him, he got to know you, and you got under his skin. And, eventually, he stopped trying to coax you into his bed and just enjoyed the time he got to spend with you.

"Hey, Earth to Bill," Frank said, waving a hand in front of Billy's face, pulling him back to the moment.

He was grinning at Billy, the sort of grin that said more than words ever could. He could tell that Billy was in deep.

"Fuck off, Frankie," he grumbled again.

"Holy shit, she's really done a number on you, hasn't she?" Asked Frank, forcing down a laugh. "Told you man, eventually you've got to go for quality over quantity."

"Yeah, well, just 'cause you were right doesn't mean you get to be a prick about it," Billy snapped.

Both men fell silent again, eyes wandering around the bar as they slowly drank their beers. Frank knew better than to push any more than he already had — as much as he enjoyed annoying Billy, he knew that he was getting close to a breaking point. So, he let him wallow in nervous silence.

"She's decent," Billy finally said, around three minutes later.

"Huh?"

"She's a good person, Frankie. Sweet, kind — so many fuckin' things I don't deserve," he continued with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair.

"The fuck you talkin' 'bout? 'course you deserve it." Frank was quick to say.

Billy shook his head, fixing his gaze on the bottle in his hand, picking at the label with his thumb. Without warning his leg started to bounce beneath the table again.

"She's too good. I just feel like — fuck, I dunno — like my shit's gonna rub off on her and taint her, and she doesn't deserve that," Billy said bitterly.

"Hey — hey —" Frank said, demanding Billy's attention, "that's bullshit, Bill. You're bein' a fucking coward, comin' up with excuses to end things before they start."

"Coward?" Billy repeated. "I'm not a fucking coward."

"Then stop actin' like one, asshole. I get that you're scared of actually carin' 'bout someone other than yourself, but you don't get to chase her for months then back out the moment she's interested."

Billy glared across the table at Frank, hating that the other man could see right through him. If he'd had more to drink, the chances were he'd have pulled Frank out of the booth to punch him — it wouldn't have been the first time the pair had had a drunken disagreement that had come to blows — but you'd be there in fifteen minutes to meet him, so he'd been nursing the same beer for the last twenty-five minutes.

"I know you don't want to hear it," Frank continued, "but I ain't gonna sit back and watch you fuck up somethin' this good."

"I'm not —"

"Hey, just shut the fuck up and listen," Frank demanded, the only person in the world who had the ability to silence Billy Russo. "I get it — you think I don't get it? All the shit you went through as a kid? The shit we went through as Marines? You think you don't deserve her? Fine, then man the fuck up and become someone who does."

Again, Billy was silent, his jaw set and his thumb tearing through the label on the bottle.

Annoyingly, Frank was right right. He knew that Frank was right.

He couldn't throw away this chance now that he had it, no matter how daunting it felt.

"What if I can't be someone who deserves her?" Billy dared to ask.

Frank let out a sigh and shrugged; "only one way to find out."

Billy watched as Frank opened his mouth, obviously about to impart more words of wisdom when he stopped just shy of uttering the first syllable. Instead of saying anything, he smiled and nodded his head towards the door.

"Looks like someone decided to get here early."

Billy's eyes followed Frank's towards the door and he felt his stomach drop at the sight of you; red dress, boots, and a leather jacket, looking amazing. He barely realised he was moving, completely forgetting what remained of his beer and his friend sitting opposite him as he slid out of the booth and got to his feet.

Your eyes found his and you smiled, watching as he made his way to you.

"Hi," you said, nervously chewing your lower lip.

"You're here."

"Of course I am," you answered, with that smile that made him melt inside. "I said I would be, didn't I?"

His breath caught as you reached for him, your fingers trailing down his arm over his red sweater, down to his hand so you could link your fingers with his.

For a few seconds you were taken aback by how uncharacteristically quiet he was being, wondering if there was something wrong or he'd changed his mind, but then you saw the way that he was looking at your hand in his.

"Billy Russo," you said softly, "are you nervous?"

"No," he answered quickly, the dusting of pink across his cheeks easily betraying him.