Wrecked ❤️🔥
Billy Butcher x you, 18+
Chapter 2
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(chapter 1 here)
“No one leaves this flat tonight.”
Your eyes began to sting again at how much Billy’s words meant to you, that he did care about you and not just for sex, even if he’d never admit it out loud. You buried your face in his chest and whispered a soft “okay.”
Billy didn’t reply, he just tightened his arm around you and started moving, guiding you toward the bedroom with purposeful strides.
Once there, he did not bother with niceties like pajamas or modesty. He stripped your clothes off with keen determination, producing one of his worn, soft t-shirts from nowhere. He tugged it over your head then had you tucked into bed before you know what happened. He stripped himself down to his boxer briefs before climbing in beside you, immediately hauling your body against his bare chest as he flicked off the lamp.
His broad palm settled over the back of your head again, holding you to him in that way that made every nerve in your body hum with safety. “Go the fuck to sleep,” he murmured into your hair, but there was no bite behind it, only rough-edged tenderness.
As soon as he thought you were drifting off, his lips brushed softly against your temple. “I got ya’, love.”
Taking a deep, healing breath, you let it out slowly as you snuggled as possible.
The tension in Billy’s shoulders uncoiled as he felt you finally begin to relax. He had never been good at this, comforting someone. But this? Holding you against him while you fell asleep?
It came too damn easily when it was you.
His hand glided up and down over your back in the dark - slow, steady, possessive - like he was reassuring himself you were okay, that you weren’t quite broken yet, and he only exhaled when your breathing finally evened out against him. Your body went slack in his arms as sleep pulled you under.
For a long moment, he stayed like that, watching the rise and fall of your back under his palm, listening to the quiet hum of your breath against his chest.
Then - only because he knew you were asleep - he pressed another kiss to the top of your head and murmured into your hair, “Sleep tight, love. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
When you unconsciously shifted closer, he smirked before closing his own eyes, letting himself drift off with the weight of you secure in his arms.
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You felt so safe with Billy at last that you had slept deeply and well for more than a few hours.
It was sometime in the middle of the night when the sound of rain pinging - then pounding - against the bedroom window stirred you awake, and you shifted languidly in his arms.
Billy’s eyes flickered open the instant he felt you move beside him, his arms tightening around you. It took a few seconds before his mind caught up to the present.
He rubbed a hand over his face then craned his neck over his shoulder to peer through a gap in the curtains at the window.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered at the sight of the raging storm outside.
“Sounds like it’s raining pretty hard out there,” you murmured. You could tell the air in the room had gotten chillier, and you scooted in closer to him.
Billy grunted in agreement, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you. His body heat seeped into your skin as he tucked your head under his chin and held you flush against him like he could shield you from the storm with sheer willpower alone.
“‘S why you’re stayin’ right here,” he mumbled gruffly, his fingers tracing idle patterns down your spine. “Too miserable to go anywhere else.”
For a while you laid in his arms, listening to the rain and the wind. You almost thought he had gone back to sleep when he suddenly spoke again.
“Feelin’ any better, love?”
You tilted your head to look up at him and nodded. “Much better,” you answered quietly, sliding your leg over his to tangle the two of you together closer.
A low rumble of approval rolled up his throat and he slid his hand down to grip your thigh, possessive even when he was half asleep.
“Billy…this means a lot to me,” you whispered into the darkness.
“Shouldn’t mean so much,” he answered after a moment. “Should be normal. You deserve this every damn night.”
“I’d like that…” you answered cautiously. “With you.”
Billy and you had been seeing each other for quite awhile now, and though you never brought up commitment or the future, you knew he hadn’t seen anyone else since you’d been together, and you sure as fuck hadn’t either.
You would never say no to doing this every night with him. But you weren’t going to fuck it up now and say too much. So you left it at that, the two of you laying quiet in the dark.
“You’d get sick of me real fuckin’ quick, love,” he finally spoke, but his tone was teasing, and his thumb traced soft, lazy circles over your hip.
Even if you did…you’d still want him. But you didn’t say anything.
“No one’s ever wanted me to hold ’em the way you do,” he admitted quietly a moment later, just loud enough for you to hear over the din of the storm outside.
His hand tensed on your hip before it relaxed again. “Never been the sorta bloke people keep around.”
“I would be a wreck without you…” you said. Then you shifted to meet his eyes in the dark room. “Really.” You knew it was hard for him, but what you felt for him was real. You had seen every part of him and you wanted it all.
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his eyes searched your face keenly as if looking for signs that you were just making it all up.
When he found only sincerity in your expression, the words almost caught in his throat.
“You’d do just fine without me, love,” he said gruffly, his fingers tightening on your hip until his knuckles turned white. “Probably better.”
You sat up higher on your elbow and shook your head. “No,” your voice was firm. “You mean too much to me.” You smoothed hand over his chest. “This feels too good. Too right. I like it right here.”
A heavy breath escaped him as your palm pressed against his bare skin and his eyes darkened when you told him he meant too much to you. His hand left your thigh to catch your wrist in a possessive grip.
“Careful, love,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the delicate skin over your pulse. “You keep saying that, and I might start to think you’re falling for me.”
Stubbornly you leaned down to press your mouth very softly over his, just a brush of your lips, then pulled back to look at him. “You mean everything to me,” you repeated.
His fingers tightened...and you held your breath.
For a long moment, Billy just stared at you, his expression unreadable, then his hand slipped up to cup the back of your neck, dragging you down for another kiss before either of you could overthink it.
This kiss was rough. Possessive. Like he wanted to burn his answer into your skin through sheer force alone. You meant everything to him too.
You sank into his kiss, responding immediately, melting against his broad, bare chest. His tongue played over yours and you purred, kissing him back, trying to show him know how much you really felt for him.
Every harsh, contentious part of him seemed to ease when you purred against his mouth. One hand slid into your hair, his other hand grasping at the curve of your waist to haul you on top of him so you were straddling his body.
His own tongue sought yours again…teasing, tasting, taking. He needed to hear you whimper. Needed to feel you shudder on top of him like that. He needed to know you were his.
When you broke the kiss to gasp for air he chased you back, but then stopped himself just one second before his mouth took yours again. “Sure, love?” he asked. “You up for this?”
He was so sincere, your heart clenched with affection but just the past few hours of rest in his arms had remade you and you nodded right away.
Billy sat up all the way then with you in his lap. The hand tangled in your hair fisted gently there, the other curled around your hip, pressing you against his swelling cock.
“Tell me,” he rumbled, tightening both hands. “Tell me you want me. Use your words…”
Your center throbbed in response to his command and you had to catch your breath and swallow before you could answer. “I want you.”
Billy tugged on your hair then, making you tip your head back and bare your throat for him. He gazed up at you for a moment, his hazel eyes dark, then dipped his head to press his lips to your pulse, his beard scraping your skin. As soon as the first whimper escaped you, he moved on, nipping hard at the curve of your neck where it met your shoulder, making you gasp.
Then he leaned back to meet your eyes again. “Oi, let ol’ Billy take care of ya, yeah? Just relax and let me fix it all.” His hand tightened even more in your hair, just enough to hold you perfectly still above him while he drank in the sight of you, all flushed and desperate, perched indecently on top of him.
It was exactly what you needed now.
“Mmmhmm,” you whimpered, trying to nod in agreement, but his hold in your hair didn’t allow for movement. He must’ve seen in your eyes that you went weak at the thought because a teasing smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth. That mischievous, lascivious smirk that turned your insides turn to goo.
His eyes dropped down to your lips when your tongue darted out to wet them, your heart kicking up a notch. Then you reached for the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing, pulling it over your head. He let go of you for only one second to help you take the shirt off.
His eyes darkened into deep pools of pure want as your shirt hit the floor. He let out a ragged exhale as his gaze trailed over your tits like he wanted to devour you whole.
He dragged his hand down your back, over every curve, every dip, as his breathing grew more ragged with every passing second. He had to force his voice to stay steady when he murmured, “Tell me you’re mine.”
“All yours…” you answered softly.
A low, masculine rumble of approval vibrated through his chest. His fingers sank into your skin hard enough to bruise, like he was claiming you.
The storm outside was an echo of the one building inside him. “That’s my good girl,” he husked, making you shiver.
And growing more impatient by the second, you rocked your hips to press your center hard against his cock, making yourself gasp.
Suddenly he flipped you over in one smooth motion so you were on your back beneath him.
He caught your wrists and pushed them to the bed above your head then stripped your underwear off and leaned down to lick a slow stripe up the side of your neck, before nipping at the sensitive skin just below your ear.
You moaned and squirmed, breathless beneath him, moving your wrists, not to get free, but to feel his hold on you. “Billy…”
He gave a low grunt, taking in the sight of you writhing beneath him, trying half-heartedly to get away and failing. It only made him harder, only fueled the desire coursing through his veins. “Hold still,” he gritted out, like he was barely holding on to the last shreds of his control.
When you acquiesced, he dipped his head to bite little marks along your neck before licking at the sensitive skin again. “Christ, you’re so goddamn pretty when I’ve got you trapped like this.”
You moaned again, lifting your hips, and glanced down along the length of his body, but he still had his boxers on. You could see the outline of his swollen cock, bulging against the fabric but you needed him naked.
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest when he caught you looking, the sound thick with amusement at your obvious wanton impatience.
He released your wrists just long enough to grab the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to tease you with a flash of hard, swollen cock before stopping.
“Billy…” you groaned.
His cock twitched involuntarily at the sound of his name on your lips. He would never grow tired of that.
“Can’t get enough of me, eh?” He moved over you, caging you beneath him, the weight of his body just right against you and driving you wild. “Want you to do me a favor first, love.”
“Anything,” you gasped.
He let out a slow breath, hot and ragged against your skin as he leaned in closer. “Just need ya to promise to stay right ‘ere,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the hollow of your throat. “Let me take care of ya like I said.”
His hand slid down your stomach, his fingers tracing over every dip and curve like he was memorizing you for later. “That sound good?”
“Mmmm… mmhmmm,” you watched avidly as he finally slid his boxers off.
The smirk he shot you when he was finally naked only made you even wetter for him. He took a second to enjoy your reaction before moving down your body, taking in every curve as he made his way lower.
His hands slid over your hips and down your thighs. "Hold those legs apart for me, love," he said huskily. "Let me see all of ya."
Bending your knees, you parted your thighs as far as you could for him, practically panting with lust.
His breath hitched at the sight, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he gave a low hum. “Sweet, little thing, ain’t ya.”
“Unghhhh…just get on with it, Billy…” you groaned shamelessly.
A slow, sinful smile spread across his face, like he’d been waiting for this moment all night.
One of his hands came down to press against your stomach, keeping you held down where he wanted you. The other finally slid between your folds, deft fingers gliding through slick heat before two dipped inside.
"That's it," he husked as he pushed them deeper, stretching you easily, watching the way your back arched at the sensation.
“Ohh……” you threw your head back as his thick fingers filled you slowly, hitting every white-hot perfect nerve ending along the way.
His chest rumbled with satisfaction when you cried out, his eyes locked onto your face to watch every expression that flitted across it as he worked his fingers inside you.
"Let me hear how much ya like it,” he muttered roughly, curling those fingers just right to make sure you felt it in every damn inch of your body.
When your hips jerked wildly against his hand he pressed down harder on your stomach, holding you still. "Give me just a little more, doll.”
You obeyed and cried softly for him again, your voice trembling as your body shuddered with need. “Yes,” you begged, “…please…”
His smirk was wicked, triumphant as he finally slid his fingers out and replaced them with the thick, aching press of his cock. He moved slow, watching you take him inch by inch until your body fit against his like a puzzle piece made just for him.
His hands held your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. "Look at ya'. Taking me so damn well."
You were already on the edge of orgasm, your clit throbbing, your whole body lit up like a Christmas tree. He caught your wrists and pinned them to the bed with one hand above your head again.
“Fuck, Billy…fuck…”
"Goddamn..." The words came out like a growl as his name left your lips, like he was barely holding himself back from pounding into you hard right now. That deep, fierce need had started to take over his brain the second he had you underneath him but he wanted it to last. "I could spend hours just watching ya fall apart for me, love. Just like this.”
Then he started to move, slow, deep, steady thrusts. His breath hitched at the feeling of your tight heat around him, his hips rolling slow and deep to savor every inch of you.
“Feel…fuckin’ good…doll,” he huffed, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust that dragged against every nerve inside you and seemed to last forever.
When he invariably started to lose control, is hands tightened on your wrists, pressing them harder to the bed as his thrusts begin to pick up speed. He drove into you with unrelenting precision until your helpless moans were filling the room like music.
Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he slipped his hand between your bodies to press his rough fingertip right over your swollen, throbbing clit, making purposeful, quick, harsh circles until finally he threw you over the edge.
The most desperate, unrestrained cry left your lips as your orgasm tore through you. Trembling and shaking, you unconsciously strained against his hold on your wrists, writhing beneath him like you were possessed as pleasure wrecked you. His strength - holding you, above you, still thrusting into you - only heightened the sweetness of the gratification that much more.
Somehow, above the noise you were making, you heard his own breath catch in his throat when he felt you clenching around his cock.
"Fuck… there’s my good girl," he rumbled, hips stuttering as your walls pulsed tight around him.
And when your back arched beautifully against the mattress with your continuing climax, his own release came swiftly and hard. His groan was low and rough against your skin as he spilled deep inside you, claiming every last inch of you inside and out for himself.
Laying beneath him as he came, you felt completely boneless, weak and trembling, a torrent of pleasure still flooding through you.
He took a long time before pulling out slowly, his chest heaving with exertion as he lifted himself above you, then settled half back on top of you.
His body caged you against the mattress. Reaching for your arm, he gently stroked the skin above your pulse where he had been gripping so firmly just before. "Alright, love?” he muttered huskily, lips grazing your neck.
You were completely undone, quivering with overwhelming emotion and buzzing with energy but you managed to nod and turn to curl into his chest as you caught your breath.
Billy pulled you in close, his arms wrapping around your trembling body like he would fuse himself into your skin and pressed an uncharacteristically tender kiss to the top of your head. "I gotcha."
When you finally calmed again and the aftershocks had faded, he moved as if he was going to get up, but you stopped him. You were a mess, you could feel his seed between your thighs, but you couldn’t let go of him just yet. “Just one more minute,” you breathed, pulling his arm tight around your waist.
He seemed to gladly oblige, giving a contented exhale and letting his own eyes drift shut in peace. Because for once, he didn’t have anything sarcastic to say.
Just you. Safe and spent in his arms where you belonged.
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