I need that but like strictly nipple play. Like whip cream and shit, stuff on his dick sounds like an infection waiting to happen😭
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info/cw: sub!bill x dom!fem reader, FOOD PLAY, temperature play, handcuffs
synopsis: whipped cream request 😞😞
His hands trembled in the handcuffs, watching me with his watery eyes. I bit my lip as I shook the can, Bill’s eyes twinkled as he panted, already out of breath from before.
“Is this too much for you?” I crawled over to him, the mattress dipping under my knees.
He let out a strained whimper, feeling my cold hand press on his chest as I tilted the whipped cream to his nipple. I snickered as I watched him shiver from the cold cream, tickling his skin.
“No, ” He stammered, arching his back.
He squeaked once I leaned down, licking the cream off his nipple. The handcuffs jingled as they hit the headboard.
“Do I make you feel good?” I pinched his other nipple with my free hand, gently sucking at the one pillowed between my lips.
Bill’s chest caves, his breath hitching. It was like he wanted to look away but he just couldn’t.
“Answer me, ” I glared up at him, kissing around his nipple.
“Yes, you do, ” He said in a hushed tone.
I furrowed my eyebrows, pressing the cold can against his cock. He yelped, attempting to close his legs, only to fail as my hand pressed against his thigh to keep them open.
“Yes! Yes! You do!” He cried out.
I bit my lip with a smirk, moving the cold can up and down his dick. His pretty lips were parted as he shuddered, whining.
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Tiger buys a pair of thigh high leather boots and it brings out the Dominatrix in her. She gets brave and she gets mouthy and she starts to mimic Bill when Bill is being dominant and its the sexiest shit in the world so Good Guy Bill stays quiet, just to see how far she'll take it and just what she'll do.
Oh fuck me the fuck up with that shit. And the best part is it’s not even Scarlet, this is allllllllll tiger.
So she gets these fucking sex-on-heels boots. And maybe she gets a bomb ass lingerie set to go with it. And maybe...maybe she’s a bit of a tease at first. Maybe she just wears the boots with some cute tights, a long ass knit sweater, out to brunch one weekend with her Big Dude. And her outfit is cute and innocent, but her boots are naughty as hell and Bill is like, sweating.
“Are uh....are these new?” he knocks his foot against her shin gently under the table.
“Yeah,” she beams at him as she stabs some fruit, “Aren’t they cute?”
“Adorable,” he deadpans. His cheeks take on a pink hue.
Tiger wears them with skinny jeans out to dinner. She has a million different tunics she pairs them with--and every time she does, Bill fucking dies.
And then she zeroes in for the kill shot, and she treats herself to a real nice lingerie set. And when Bill gets home from an irritating day full of meetings, tiger meets him in the hallway done up to the nines--make up, lingerie set, and her thigh high boots. Bill’s throat goes dry, he sucks in a breath, and his pants tighten.
“Hey bud,” she purrs, and she’s every bit the bombshell--hand on her cocked hip, holding his gaze. Bill licks his lips slowly.
“Which one of my girls is with me tonight?” he asks, because he’s not going to make the mistake again of calling her Scarlet if this is alllllllll her.
“Just me,” she shrugs and it’s not apologetic in the least, “Come here, bud.”
He rolls up the cuffs on his shirt as he makes his way to her, his steps slow, drinking her in as he approaches. When he’s close enough he holds her gaze and cocks an eyebrow, but something about her is...different. Bold. Unyielding. A shiver runs down his spine.
“On your knees,” she commands. And listen--listen--I don’t HC Bill as a sub at all. But his girl done up like this, taking charge? Oh, he’s going to do WHATEVER she tells him to. And with a devilish smirk, he holds her gaze.
“Yes Mistress,” he whispers, and his eyes stay locked on hers the entire time that he sinks slowly to his knees. She doesn’t yield either--god he’s so proud of her--she just holds his stare evenly, the same devilish smirk on her lips.
Once he’s on his knees in front of her she bends, lightly fingering that long curl on his forehead as she brushes her lips with his.
“Good boy,” she purrs. Bill’s eyes close for the first time, and he can’t even stop the small moan that comes out under his breath.
“Hands,” she snaps her fingers and his eyes shoot open. He brings his hands to the front, holding them together as she pulls a pair of handcuffs from her corset.
She holds the cuffs in front of him, gauging his reaction--she’s never quite used them on him, not like this anyway.
“Yes?” she asks, and she swears his eyes are glazing over.
“Please Mistress,” he says, but she curls her lip and makes a meh sound. Bill smiles a little--she wants to be her, and god his heart could burst with pride at her courage.
“Please tiger,” he corrects, and she leans to drag his bottom lip between her teeth. She nips at it as he moans.
“Better,” she says as she pulls away, and she bends to loop the cuffs around his wrists. He gets a glorious view of her cleavage, all boosted up and in his face and god she smells amazing. When she clicks the locks, she buries one hand in the back of his hair and yanks his head up--he grunts, but it’s smothered as she crushes her lips to his.
“You ready to have some fun, buddy?” she asks, and Bill is already out of breath and hazy and now his lips are smeared in her dark red lipstick.
“Oh god please,” he moans, “Anything, tiger. All of it.”
“Hmm, I don’t know bud,” she teases, and she plants a heeled boot right in the middle of his chest. She grabs his hair again, roughly yanking his head up, “Can you handle it?”
Bill just smirks, bites at her wrist before leaning forward and licking up the inside of her thigh.
info/warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral, praising, FEM x SUB!BILL, no usage of y/n but it is x reader
synopsis: based on that one chai bot that asks you to wash his hair, I DONT DESCRIBE HAIR OR BLUSHING BC I TRY TO BE INCLUSIVE 🙅♀️🙅♀️
more under cut :)
I hugged a pillow between my legs, running my nails over the remote buttons as the TV shined on my face. The low hum coming from the TV as the room was dark, my hip resting against the firm, leather cushion. I yawned, my eyes barely opening as the drama murmured. I raised an eyebrow, hearing the door crack open. Bill's slim figure entered my vision as he was already inside, closing the door. He sighed in relief, locking it before coming over by the feet side of the couch. "How was the show?" I sighed, looking up at him as he held wide eyes with a smile. His mascara and eyeshadow practically melted.
"It was great...I'm exhausted, " He said. I sat up, moving my legs off the couch. He came over, the cushion dipped as he took a seat next to me.
"I can see that, " I snickered as I scanned over his face and hair. His hair was slightly shiny from the mixed sweat and hairspray, the TV screen light only exposing him more. He frowned as his gaze from the TV turned to me.
"Do I look that bad?" He reached up from a piece of his hair, pouting as he looked up at the start of the spikes that surrounded his hairline.
"Yes, " I snickered more, covering my mouth as the laugh became more obnoxious. He whined, looking at me again.
"You don't have to be so mean about it, " He twirled the crunchy piece of hair that slowly unraveled from the hairspray.
"I'm just playing, Bill, " I rolled my eyes, sitting back on my hands.
"Well...can you do something about it?" He tilted his head, running his fingers through more crunchy strands.
"As in?..." I raised an eyebrow.
"Wash my hair?" He leaned in close as he asked, fluttering his eyelashes. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"What?? No, you can do that yourself, " I crossed my arms, sitting more on the couch as I turned back to the TV.
"Please?" He pleaded with a frown and I kept my attention on the cheesy romance drama.
"No," I repeated.
"Pleeeaaaaase, " Bill dragged out, placing his temple on my shoulder as he looked up at me. I turned my head to him as he gave me doe eyes, his hands fidgeting to take off one of his bracelets. My eyebrows relaxed as I looked down at him, giving a small smile before parting my lips.
"No, " I said sternly. He pouted, staying in the position he was in.
"Don't be like that, " He whined, groaning after. "Just this once? Please? I won't ever ask you again, " He threw off his cuff bracelets, causing them to clank against the glass coffee table. I clicked my tongue, rolling my eyes.
"I don't know why you want me to do it so bad, " I pushed him off, pressing my finger pads against his forehead. He frowned, attaching his chin to my shoulder.
"Because I'm your bestest, sweetest, nicest, and hottest friend. And, you'll do anything for me, right?" He grinned, his canine teeth showing as his eyes squinted from smiling widely.
"You're being sooo corny, are you drunk?" I snickered. He shook his head, throwing the rest of his bracelets onto the table.
"Is that a yes?" His eyes became hooded as he stared over my lips, only a few inches away. He looked back up at me with the same doe look.
"Fine, only so you shut up, " I scoffed, getting up from the couch. I reached for the remote, shutting the TV off, leaving us in the dark again. He squealed quietly, clapping his hands.
"Yay!" Bill exclaimed. I sighed, throwing the remote onto the couch before making my way to the single bathroom. I turned on the light, rubbing my eyes as I walked to the tub. I sat on the ledge, looking over at Bill as he held a grin. He closed the door behind him, coming over to sit back on my right against the tub.
"Cold or what?" I reached up for the shower head, taking it off it's place. I turned it on, feeling the temperature as he rolled his eyes back instinctively to think.
"Lukewarm, " His eyes turned to me with the same doe look. I reached for the knob, twisting it with a creak before feeling the temperature again. I sighed before turning to Bill.
"Close your eyes, " I said before he did so. I ran the water over his hair from his hairline, his spikes deflating as they soaked up the water. I ran my fingers through his scalp, causing him to shiver. I snickered, making sure to drench his whole head.
"That tickles, " He breathed out. I turned off the water, grabbing the mini shampoo, and clicked it open before splurting a quarter size into my palm.
"This is gonna tickle more, " I said and lathered the shampoo into a foam. He looked over at me, his eyes still surrounded by the shimmery eyeshadow.
"Be gentle, " He said. I leaned more over him, both of my hands moving into his hair. I bit my lip, focusing on his hair as his eyes looked up at me. I massaged the soap into his scalp with my fingertips, causing Bill to close his eyes. He hummed in delight as the lather ran through my fingers and his hair.
"Does it feel good?" I ran the shampoo through his hair strands before massaging it into his scalp again. He let out a small 'mhm,' looking up at me again with hooded eyes.
"Thank you, you're so sweet, " He purred, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. I grimaced, continuing to scrub his hair.
"Sweet?" I fake gagged, pulled away, and shook the excess shampoo off my hands.
"Yea, sweet. Is something wrong with that?" Bill huffed. I reached for the cold metal again, the knob creaking once again as I came close.
"Yea?! You never call me that, " I scoffed, leaning down to him again. My whole upper body was over him as my right hand ran up to his scalp, spraying warm water to rinse the hair out. I held my breath as he looked up at me, fluttering his eyes.
"Can't I call you sweet now?" He hummed. I raised my damp hand to his nose, pinching it and causing him to wince. I snickered as I pulled away from his now-red nose, continuing to rinse his hair out. "Why'd you do that?!" He frowned as he reached for his nose, massaging it.
"I always do that, what do you mean?" I sighed as I continued to rinse his hair off.
"Well...it was mean, " He sulked as I turned the water off and placed the shower head down.
"I was just playing, Bill, I'm sorry, " I picked up the mini conditioner, squirting an even amount into my hand. I groaned, moving my hands down to massage it to the ends of his hair.
"I accept your apology...only because you're washing my hair, " He muttered.
"What's up with you, Bill?" I grabbed the shower head again.
"Nothing...why?" He looked away as I rinsed his soft hair out of the conditioner.
"You're really soft today, " I squeezed my pointer and middle finger together, squeezing the conditioner out of each strand.
"No, I'm not!" Bill retorted.
"Yes, you are, " I nodded before turning off the water for a final time. I pulled away from him, getting up on one knee to put away the shower head.
"No, I'm not, " He crossed his arms as he laid there with his wet hair. I rolled my eyes, sliding off the ledge. My feet hit the cold brick floor as I took a few steps to the cabinet.
"You so are, " I pulled it open, leaning down to pull out a fiber towel. I walked back to Bill, leaning over as he lifted his head up a bit for me. I wrapped the towel around his head, allowing him to sit up more.
"No, I'm not, " He dragged out. I exhaled, drying his hair out for him.
"Just admit it, " I snickered, continuing to dry his hair.
"I'm not!" He huffed. I pulled the towel on his head, covering his eyes before letting go and running out of the bathroom. His groans were faint as I plopped onto the couch. I turned the TV on again, hearing his feet pitter-patter as he flipped the switch off, making his way to the couch. "You're so mean!" He groaned, plopping by my feet as I was already sprawled out.
"Boohoo, " I stuck my tongue out, focusing on the movie. He threw the towel aside, his hair still damp as he crawled down to me. I furrowed my brows, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist.
"Now you have to deal with this, " He laid his chin on my chest as he looked up at me. I tilted my head, reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair, revealing more of his face.
"You're so weird..." I sucked my teeth, turning my whole body to lay flat against the couch. He laid between my legs, his chin still resting on my chest as I played with his damp hair.
"You think so?" He looked away, closing his eyes. I continued to run my fingers through his hair one after another, slowly.
"Yea...you aren't responding like you usually do, " I hummed. He fluttered his eyes open, coming up closer as my fingers were tangled in his hair.
"I guess..." Bill locked eyes with me, being at eye level by now. I furrowed my brows as his eyes slowly went down to my lips, his heartbeat against my chest, racing faster than I could keep up.
"Bill?..." I mumbled, moving my hands down from his hair to cup his cheeks. I raised his face to look at me, my legs feeling the warmth of his jeans rubbing against my calves.
"How do I tell you?..." He looked away. I bit my lip, caressing his right cheek with my thumb as his face was painted pink.
"Tell me what?" I smirked, continuing to caress his cheek.
"I..." He whispered, slowly looking back at me. I ran my hand down his soft face, swiping my thumb over his bottom lip. He looked at me with parted lips before speaking again. "I like you..." He whispered, becoming a dark shade of red throughout his face and ears.
"You what?" I grinned, continuing to play with his bottom lip. He bit his lip, faceplanting his face in my chest. I slid my hands back into his damp hair, the beachy smell of the shampoo being so close.
"Stop it, " He whined, peeking up at me, keeping the rest of his face buried in my chest.
"I didn't hear you, " I hummed, twirling a strand of his hair in my finger. He propped his chin up again, still being the same shade of red.
"I like you, okay?..." He looked away. I pulled him in by the back of his head, being centimeters away from his face by now. He widened his eyes as he looked at me, his heartbeat only racing more against my chest. I leaned close, keeping my eyes on his lips before kissing his plump lips. He slowly closed his eyes, kissing back. The faint taste of beer faded into my lips.
"You lied, you did drink, " I mumbled against his lips, moving a hand to the side of his cheek before kissing him again.
"Only a bit..." He responded. I cupped his lower jaw, causing him to softly gasp as his lips moved against mine. "I meant every word, I swear, " He panted as I began to harshly move my lips against his. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes still closed as I trailed my hand down to the growing tent in his pants. His breath hitched into the kiss, making more room for my hand.
"Are you sure?" I pulled away from the kiss. His lips were puckered as I gently squished his face in my grasp.
"Sober, " He nodded as he spoke. I pulled away from his face, allowing him to lay his head in the crook of my neck. His gaze focused on my hand, unbuckling his belt with a few pulls. I pulled it out of his belt loops, and he lazily laid his arms around my waist. I dropped the belt to the floor, the decorations clanking against each other as my hand moved back to the start of his jeans. I unbuttoned them, zipping the fly down before moving my hand between his jeans and boxers. I bit my lip, feeling Bill hide his face in the crook of my neck. I palmed him, his soft moans tickling against my neck. I slid my hand into his boxers, pulling his hard length out. His chest heaved as he laid by my side, continuing to watch.
"So shy..." I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Bill let out a whine as he shuddered against my cold touch. I slowly pumped him and he moved his lips against my lips. He planted soft kisses, shakingly moaning against my skin as I pumped him, occasionally thumbing his tip. I bit my lip, feeling him nip at my skin as I tightened my grip more. His breath hiccuped, leaving behind small red marks scattered across my skin as I slowly yet harshly worked my hand around his cock. He slid a hand under my shirt, cupping my bare boob as I didn't wear a bra. I let out a small gasp, feeling his run my nipple in between his two fingers. He lifted my shirt above my chest with his wrist, continuing to play with my nipple. I turned my head to him, continuing to keep my grasp around his cock, hearing his sweet moans. He looked up at me with knotted brows, before pulling away to crawl on top of me. I rested my head on one of the couch pillows, my eyes following him as he placed gentle kisses around my chest. He looked up at me with a warm look, his eyes blinking slowly as his lashes accentuated him.
"This okay?..." He moved his kisses down, trailing them around my nipple. His kisses were soft, sinking into my skin as if I were quicksand.
"Keep going, " I nodded, moving my hand back into his now-dry hair. He laid his tongue flat against my hard nipple, causing me to shudder with the contact of his cold piercing. He wrapped his plump lips around my nipple, his other hand gliding down my torso to the start of my shorts. I softly moaned, running my fingers through his scalp. Bill closed his eyes, continuing to keep his lips around my nipple. He slid his hand into my shorts, his fingers already running against my wet slick as I wore no panties. I panted softly, gently grasping a handful of his hair as he circle my clit with his middle finger. His eyes were hooded as he looked at me, pulling off of my nipple.
"Am I doing good?" He gently spoke.
"You're doing so well, " I continued to play with his hair. His face was a soft pink again, moving down between my legs. He wrapped his fingers around the start of my shorts, pulling them off. I moved my legs in the opposite direction, causing Bill to sit up, and I kicked them off my ankles to help. He took hold of my ankles, peppering kisses as he slowly came back down. He kissed the flesh of my inner thighs, slowly moving them onto my pussy. He kissed my clit, his hands moving around the back of my thigh. My chest heaved as I watched him, sliding my hand down to gently take a grasp of his hair. He laid his tongue flat against my clit, eyes still hooded as they looked up at me. I panted softly, my other hand reaching back to take hold of the pillow. I arched my back slightly, feeling him lap his tongue against my clit. The metal that decorated his tongue occasionally hit my clit. The rings on his fingers slid against the flesh of my thigh as he slowly moved them to my pussy. I let out a drawn-out moan, throwing my head back as his tongue lapped, two of his fingers prodding at my slick hole. He slowly slid his fingers in, stopping at the cold metal around his fingers. I looked back down at him as he kept his menacing stare at me. I rested my ankles around his shoulders gently as I repeatedly panted, gripping his hair.
"Good boy..." I shakingly let out. He whimpered against my cunt, causing vibration against my skin. I let out a deliberate squeal, keeping eye contact with him. He slowly thrusted his fingers, wrapping his lips around my clit. He continued to moan against my skin, only causing more vibrations. I thinly moaned, feeling his fingers curl inside of me. I pushed his head down more, his lips unraveling as he pulled his fingers out. He wrapped his hand around my thigh again, his tongue moving through my folds. I breathed heavily, the static of the TV filling my head as I became lightheaded. Bill lifted my hips, licking up all of my juices before pulling away. I let out a depraved moan as he sat on his knees, reaching back for a condom. He tore it open, biting his lip as he pushed the condom down around his cock. I panted, catching my breath as he scooted over, taking hold of my calves.
"Is this alright?" He asked, looking down at me as he lifted my legs slightly. I gave him a small nod before his gaze moved down. He aligned himself, clenching my calves as he slowly entered. I threw my head back, arching my back as I heard his shaky breathing. I let out a high-pitched whine, feeling him slowly bottom me out as I dug my nails into the leather couch. He breathed heavily as he fully entered and I looked back up at him. He gave me a soft gaze, soothing me by moving a hand down on my hip to massage it. "You okay?"
"Yea...continue, " I panted. He nodded, moving both of his hands to my hips. His thumbs pressed into them as he slowly thrusted. I choked out moans, looking up at him as he furrowed his brows. He bit his lip, moving one of my legs over his shoulder. My chest caved as he leaned down, and the beachy coconut smell from his hair hit me again. The mumbling from the TV accompanied our heavy breathing as Bill stared into my eyes, reaching down for my left hand. He clasped his fingers into my hand, causing me to do the same. Our hands molded into one another as he kept his steady rhythm, bucking his hips into mine. The back of my head moved against the pillow as I dug my nails into the back of his palm, his tip kissing my cervix.
"You feel so good..." He rasped, each of his words tickling my nose and lips as he was a few inches away. I breathily moaned in response, the fly of his jeans tickling the back of my thighs.
"Fuck...you're doing so well, " I choked. He leaned down, placing his lips on mine, tasting myself on his tongue. His moans were strained as he shuddered his hips to the praise, my legs moving around his waist as he quickened his pace. He sloppily kissed my lips, barely being able to be attached as he thrusted. I furrowed my brows, pulling away as I threw my head back, feeling him hit my G-spot. "Right there, Bill, fuck, " I mewl. He kissed my chin, pulling away from my hand as he held my waist. He dug his polished nails into my flesh, leaving crescent marks as he sat up on his knees.
"So good, " Bill threw his head back, straining my name as I clenched around him. He repeatedly moaned my name, thrusting into my G-spot. I arched my back, my moans being cut off by one another. He leaned down, kissing in between my boobs as he kept a steady pace.
"You're such a good boy, " I cried out, causing him to roll his hips at a faster pace. I looked back down at him, his eyes glazed over as his eyeshadow was running more than it had before. His forehead glistened as he bit his lip. My body heated up as he muffledly groaned. He slowed down, feeling me clench around him. I groaned, lazily sitting up. I pushed him backward, causing him to fall back and lie flat against the couch. He widened his eyes as I straddled on top of him, positioning myself. "I didn't tell you to slow down."
"I'm sorry, " He stammered. I placed my hands on his torso, rolling my hips as I looked down at him. His brows were knitted as his jaw hung low. I lifted his t-shirt a bit, exposing his soft abs and the star tattoo that decorated his v-line. I bit my lip, watching as his head was thrown back. I sat on my knees, bouncing at a fast pace, causing high-pitched, filthy noises to escape his pretty pink lips. I leaned down, kissing his glistening neck as I kept my pace. He let out desperate whines, followed by grunts. I placed a hand behind his head, moving his face down to kiss his lips. I sloppily kissed him, his lips vibrating against mine as he let out broken cries of pleasure. "I'm close, " He breathed. My hips shuddered in response and he placed his hands on either side. His hips jolted as I placed my hands on his shoulders. I shrieked, feeling him thrust up into me, throwing my head back. The cold rings on his fingers accompanied the burning feeling of his hands on my hips. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach, clenching around him again. Bill groaned, cursing under my breath as I saw white, releasing all over his member. He sloppily fucking my cum into me as he came into the condom. I fluttered my eyes, turning back to him as I breathed heavily. A few strands of his hair flew to the front of his face as he looked up at me, breathing heavily as his musk filled my nose. I reached down, tucking the strands behind his ear.
"You did so well, " I panted, falling to lay on his chest. He rubbed my sides, catching his breath before answering.
"I still didn't get an answer, " He frowned as I looked up at him.
"Over?..." My eyes traced over his glistening features from the sweat. His eyes were hooded and glazed, his hair was disheveled as if I hadn't washed it before.
"Whether you like me or not..." He looked over at me. I sighed, leaning up to peck his lips, his face becoming a soft pink.
"I thought I didn't have to tell you, " I rolled my eyes, humming as I felt him trace circles into my hips.
"I just wanted to hear you say it, " Bill said and gave me a small grin.
"Fine...I like you, too, " I huffed. He pecked my lips repeatedly, giggling as he did. I snickered, cupping his cheek again. I groaned as I looked at his hair, seeing sweat at his hairline. "I just washed your hair too..."
"Shower?" He smirked.
"Again??" I grunted, pulling at his cheek.
"Just a shower, " He mumbled. I snickered, leaning in to press a long kiss on his lips.
"Fine, but I wanna stay here for a bit, " I said once I pulled away. Bill pecked my nose, wrapping his arms around my waist.
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My legs were intertwined with his as I leaned back into a pillow. Bill leaned against me as he breathed heavily, releasing for the second time. I kept my hand around his cock as he weakly whined.
"I won't do it again, please, " He stuttered as his chest caved. I tightened my grip, earning a cry in return as I slowly moved my hand up and down. My free hand reached over, lifting his shirt to reveal his star tattoo and soft abs. I leaned into the side of his neck, planting harsh kisses as I painfully jerked him off. He whimpered, shaking his head. "I'll be good!" He sobbed in pleasure, struggling to keep his legs close as my legs kept him down.
"I don't think you learned your lesson. What were you thinking when you kissed her?" I scoffed as I thumbed his tip. His head laid over my shoulder as he strained out moans, his cock twitching as he released again.
"Fuck-- I didn't mean to, " His eyeshadow was melted by now as he went down his face.
"You didn't mean to?" I nibbled gently at his sensitive skin, quickening my pace around his cock. He arched his back, trembling as he let out high-pitched moans. "It felt good, didn't it?"
"No, no, " He shook his head, crying softly as I continued to fistfuck his dick.
"Don't lie to yourself, " I twisted my hand, causing him to shake more. He gasped, his chest heaving as he panted.
"Fuck! Yes! I liked the kiss!" Bill came, his cum shooting back into his abs. My hand still working around his dick.
"How much, how much did you like the kiss?" I nipped at his skin, leaving small hickeys. The lewd noises of his cock aroused me as his release coated his dick.
"Not that much!" He whined, his fists clutching the bed sheets
“Oh, yea? Really?” I sneered, swiping up his cum with my two fingers. I brought them up to his plump lips, prodding at them. He looked over at his shoulder, breathing heavily as he parted his lips.
“I didn’t like it, swear, ” He mumbled as he tasted himself. I slid my fingers into his mouth, causing him to gag slightly. A teardrop that formed by his eye rolled down his cheek, mixing with the eyeshadow. He whined softly to the taste, a trail of saliva followed my fingers as I pulled them out.
“Don’t lie to me...” I reached down for his dick again, wrapping my fingers around it. He jolted slightly, slouching against me as his chest came up and down. “I saw how you kissed the blonde, ” I spoke against his ear. “Slow, savoring each second.”
“I couldn’t help it, ” Bill practically sobbed out as I twisted my hand.
“Couldn’t help it?” I smirked against his skin. “I can’t help it then, gosh. I can’t seem to keep my hands off you, ” I hummed. He twitched under me, sobbing quietly out of overstimulation.
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I stirred the hot cocoa concoction, turning the heat down to low. I hummed along to the Christmas music coming from the living room as cinnamon filled my nose.
"Babe?!" Bill called from the fireplace.
"Yea??" I turned off the heat, lifting the saucepan to pour into the matching mugs.
"I need help...with the fire, " He spoke, I could hear the pout in his voice as lighter cracking noise could be heard. I snickered, dropping mini marshmallows into the mugs.
"Okay, in a sec, " I pulled away from the mugs, turning to the fridge. It cracked open as I leaned down to grab the whipped cream. I smirked to myself, placing it onto the tray as I closed the fridge. I placed the mugs onto the tray, carrying them into the living room. "Bill?" I placed the tray onto the coffee table; he looked up at me with a pout as one hand rested on his knee.
"Help, " He said softly, his brows furrowed. I stepped closer to him, taking the utility lighter from his hand. He watched, anticipating, I leaned the tip of the lighter down, placing my thumb on the wheel. The fire lit the room up along with the light from the tree. "Thank you, " Bill said, smiling as he leaned over, kissing my cheek. I placed a hand on his cheek, kissing his lips. He hummed, gripping my waist, and kissing back. I closed my eyes, tilting my head, pulling away.
"The hot cocoa is gonna get cold, " I looked away, chuckling a bit.
"You made us hot cocoa?!" He gasped, standing up from the spot. He rushed over to the coffee table, picking up a mug before taking a sip. He winced, feeling the hot liquid go down his throat. I sighed, coming over, and picking up the whipped cream.
"Bill, be careful, " I frowned, watching him pull away from his mug, having a hot cocoa mustache. He snickered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"So, " Bill began, looking over his shoulder and towards the Christmas tree, "What did you get me for Christmas?" He turned back to me. I rolled my eyes, gripping the whipped cream can with both hands.
"You'll have to see silly! Just wait till Christmas, " I said. He scowled, wrapping his arms around my waist. He looked down at me with pleading eyes, planting kisses on my forehead.
"Please?? Come on, one hint?" He tilted his head, fluttering his lashes. I bit my bottom lip in, my eyes scanning over his features.
"No, Bill, " I rolled my eyes, feeling him plant kisses on my neck. I hummed softly, tilting my head to give him more access. "Bill?..."
"Yes, love?" He mumbled into my skin, nipping at my neck. I moaned softly, feeling the hickeys being left behind. He trailed kisses down to my collarbone, rubbing my sides up and down.
"What are you trying to do?" I took a sharp intake of breath, as I felt his hand slowly glide down into my pajama pants.
"Maybe bribing you, " He purred and I could feel his smirk against my neck. Bill ran kisses back up to my lips, kissing me passionately. I moaned against his lips, feeling his finger circle my clit. He slowly pushed us toward the velvet sofa, laying me down as he got on top of me. I placed the whipped cream by the side of the couch; wrapping my arms around his neck, trembling at his touch.
"Bill..." I breathed out, watching him pull away from the kiss. His eyes fluttered open, looking down at me innocently as he rubbed my clit.
"Hmm?" His hands slid to the hem of my shirt, tugging at it. "Take this as an early Christmas gift... Let me please you." He spoke huskily, earning a nod from me. He smiled in response, pulling my ugly sweater over me. I sat up, helping him pull it off. I gasped, feeling his lips attack mine as his hands came up to my breasts. He pushed me back down, squeezing them as my nipples were between his pointer and middle finger. Heavy breaths exited my nose, tickling his upper lip. He pulled away, kissing down to my breasts. Bill's lips came down to one of my nipples, gently tracing a circle over it with his lips. He gasped softly, leaning back to look over the sofa. "I wanna try something new..." He leaned over, picking up the can of whipped cream. I widened my eyes, watching him pop the top off with his thumb.
Bill shook it for a few seconds, tilting his head down at me. He pointed the nozzle at my collarbone, spraying some. He held the cold can in his hand, leaning down to lick the cream up. I shivered, watching his eyes slowly gaze down to my breasts. He licked his lips, pointing the nozzle to my nipple. He sprayed a dab on, coming back down. He looked up at me with doe eyes; his free hand on my other breast as he slowly glided his tongue over my nipple. I let out a small squeal, arching my back and my hands ran into his straight hair. He gently nibbled on my nipple, his tongue swirling around it. My breath hitched, my whole body heated up, and he teased the other nipple between his fingers. I whimpered softly and he pulled off. "Is that okay?" He asked.
"More than okay, " I stammered and he came back up. He planted his lips onto mine and I could taste the vanilla transfer onto my tongue. I ran my fingertips through his scalp, moaning as I felt him grind against my clothed pussy. I reached for the can, pulling away from the kiss. "Can I?" I hummed, slowly sitting up and pushing him down.
"I'd love that..." Bill bit his lip, leaning back onto his elbows. I pecked his lips, placing a hand on his chest. I ran my hand down his chest, slowly coming down to his torso. I lifted his sweater, kissing from his waist down to his v-line. I palmed him, kissing his v-line as I looked up, and made eye contact. He let out small whimpers, moving a hand down to untie the knot on his pajama pants. I hummed and tugged at them, Bill helping as he pushed the pants down. I gripped his cock, tilting my head.
"No boxers?" I pumped his cock slowly, gripping it tight. His mouth went agape, his eyebrows knotting.
"Of course not, " He said with a shaky moan, feeling the cold whipped cream onto his tip. I bit my lip, kitty licking the tip and slowly taking it into my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, receiving soft moans from him. I slowly took his size, and he repeatedly panted.
"Fuck...Y/n, " Bill rasped. I gagged slightly, feeling his tip hit my throat. I let my tongue glide against the bottom of his cock, hallowing my cheeks as I bobbed my head slowly. My free hand dropped the can and placed my hand on his thigh. He let out a long string of moans, throwing his head back. My eyes watered as I continued, massaging his balls. "You're...so good...fuck. Good girl, " He said almost breathless. I pulled off with a pop, breathing heavily. I gripped his cock again, pumping it as I kissed the tip. He looked down at me, breathing heavily as his chest caved. Bill sat up, holding my face to pull me up. He kissed my lips hungrily, moving a hand down into my pants. He rubbed my clit, rubbing his thumb on my cheek. "You're already so wet, " He smirked against my lips, hand slipping into my panties. My breath hitched, feeling his fingers glide over my folds with the slick. He inserted two fingers into my pussy, moving his other hand down to the slide of my neck.
"Bill..." I quietly mewled. He pumped his fingers slowly at first, humming.
"Let me make you feel good, " He whispered and quickened his pace, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I clenched my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck. I squirmed under his touch, letting out needy moans into his ear. He curled his fingers, and I panted. "Here?" Bill curled his fingers into my G-spot, continuing to rub my clit. I nodded, grinding into his hand as I moaned his name almost silent. My mouth agape, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I trembled against his touch, he slowly removed his hand. "Not yet, " He mockingly frowned, licking his fingertips. He then rubbed them over my lips. I parted my lips, licking his fingers. "Don't you taste so sweet, sweetheart?" He smirked, his other hand pulling out a condom from under the velvet cushion. I sucked on his fingers, whining as he ripped the condom open with his teeth.
"Be patient, my love, " Bill said and rolled the condom down his tip. He moved his hands onto my waist, once he was done, laying me down again. My head laid on a pillow, watching him pull off my pants and panties almost ripping them. He leaned down, kissing my lips gently, and a hand was on my side. He teased his tip against my slicked slit. I whined against his lips, quickly shutting my mouth as I felt his hard length slowly enter me. My mouth hung low and I threw my head back. He held both of my sides as he let out a groan. "Fuck..." He shuttered and entered fully. I moved my hands down to his upper back, looking back up again. "Are you okay?" He breathed out.
I nodded, feeling him slowly thrust. I furrowed my brows, cursing under my breath. His head fell into the crook of my neck, digging his black nails into my hips. The air from his nose tickled my neck, and he moaned into my skin. He slowly quickened the pace, causing me to throw my head back again. Drawn-out moans escaped my lips, Bill kissed my neck to muffle his moans.
"Fuck, Bill!" I shrieked in between high-pitched moans, feeling him pound into me. I arched my back, digging my nails into his back. He sweetly moaned into my ear, lazily raising his face to meet mine.
"Y/n, " He repeated before smashing his lips onto mine. We moaned against each other's lips, I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Fuck, you feel so good, " He grunted, pulling away to flip me over onto all fours. Bill leaned down, a hand going around my neck from behind. He continued to pound into me as I rolled my eyes back.
"Bill!" I cried out, my nails digging into the cushion as I clenched the sofa. "You...fuck..." My mouth stayed agape, nothing coming out of my mouth as it felt too good to even let out a noise.
"What is it? Tell me, my love, " Bill breathed out, gently squeezing my throat around his hand. Skin slapping noises and fire crackling filled the living room, cinnamon still filling our nostrils.
"S...so good, " I choked out, feeling his tip kiss my cervix.
"What's so good, hm?" He kissed my shoulder, still keeping the same pace.
"You!" I croaked out, feeling him pull out and slam back into me.
"Good girl..."
***
I breathed heavily as I laid on my back, feeling him rub my sides. Bill's skin glistened with sweat as he gazed over me.
"You did so good, baby. I'm proud of you, " He pecked my forehead, sliding off the couch. He picked me up bridal style, taking steps towards the stairs. I held onto him, my head laid on his shoulder, and he led us up to the bathroom. He gently laid me into the tub, looking down at me with rosy-flushed cheeks across his porcelain skin. He turned on the faucet, feeling for a warm temperature. "Good?"
"Mhm, " I murmured, he pecked my forehead once more and turned back to the cabinet under the sink. He pulled out some candles, lit them, and set them around the tub. He flickered the lights off, coming back to the tub to turn the faucet off. Bill poured some bath soap in, taking a step in afterward. I sat in between his legs, laying my head on his chest. He kissed my cheek, massaging my sides.
"So...what did you get me for Christmas?" Bill wiggled his eyebrows. I slowly rolled my eyes as my eyelids were hooded.
"Do you wanna...just...open them...when we're done?" I hoarsed. He gave a toothy smile, nodding eagerly.
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a/n: im struggling so much trying to work tumblr omg
synopsis: bill cheated on you and you confront him, RECOMMENDED TO READ PT 1
info: dom!fem x sub!bill, overstimulation, handjob, EVERYTHING CONSENSUAL
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“Fuck- fuck, ” Bill stammered, arching his back as I kept my hand around his cock. His hands gripped onto the sheets, the fabric being pulled in his direction. “I won’t do it again!” He squealed, his breath hitching after.
“Yea, right. How will I know that you’ll keep your hands to yourself?” I sneered into his neck. He trembled, repeatedly sighing as one of his hands let go of the sheets, trying to pry my hand off.
“I’ll never- never- I’ll, ” He gasped, his head pressing into my shoulder as he released. I brought my hand to his lips, my other hand replacing it.
“Never what?” I prodded his lips with my middle finger as my other hand slowly pumped him. He breathed heavily as he parted his lips, his full face red as his lids were hooded.
“Please, ” He cried softly as he tasted himself, jolting a bit as my hand worked around his still-sensitive cock. “I’ll never do it again. I learned my lesson, ” His chest came back down as he mumbled. I smirked as I looked over his shoulder and at his pathetic face. He hallowed his cheeks, trying to keep his eyes on mine. He licked my finger up to the fingertip, cleaning his mess. “I’ll be good, ” He nodded as he spoke, kissing my fingertip.
“I know what you’re trying to do, ” I smirked, watching as he desperately kissed my fingertip. I placed my finger on his bottom lip, dragging it down as I moved my hand down to his throat. Bill whined softly as I gently grasped him, closing his eyes. His pretty lips were parted as he let out soft cries.
“I can’t anymore. It’s too much, ” He sobbed a bit, feeling me bring his hand around his cock. I wrapped my hand around his, kissing his ear.
“I’ll guide you through it, sweet boy, ” I hummed. He jolted a bit as I moved his hand up and down slowly.
***
After his final release, I pulled my legs away from him, holding his hips gently to massage them. Bill breathed heavily as his eyes were shut.
“I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, ” He shook his head. I kissed his cheek, reaching over for a towel on the nightstand, and cleaning up the mess gently.
“Good boy, ” I cooed, placing the towel down once I finished. I grabbed a water bottle from the nightstand, bringing it to his lips. He took slow sips, breathing through his nose. I wiped the water that spilled to his chin, placing the bottle back. Bill slowly turned over, his head lying on my chest as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m sorry, I really am, ” He sniffled, propping his chin on my chest to look at me. I placed my hands on his cheeks, my left hand sliding up to his hair.
“My baby, ” I hummed as I ran my fingers through his dark hair. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. “I love you so much, you know that?” I tilted my head. He nodded slowly and I caressed his cheek with my thumb. “What were you thinking when you kissed her?” I asked, frowning. He fluttered his eyes open, biting his lip as he smirked.
info/cw: fem x dom!bill, CHEATING, choking and chocking, p in v, oral, dubcon…, mask kink in a way, you are dressed up as SIDNEY PRESCOTT
synopsis: you get a little hot and bothered from hearing some drama about tom
pt 2 at bottom!! if u cant see it, refresh
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I pulled my dark-wash, denim jacket over the purple shirt I had, feeling every thread count as it slipped over my forearms. My feet stood on the cold wooded floor of my room. I stared into the vertical mirror that leaned against the wall, fixing my natural hair. I flinched, watching a figure step behind me, slithering his arms around my waist as he stared into the mirror with his Ghost Face mask. "Tom! God. You fucking scared me, " I looked up over my shoulder at him, getting a low chuckle in response. "Take it off."
"Slow down...we didn't even party yet, " Tom muffled, reaching up for the bottom of his mask with his gloved hand, and pulling it up over his head.
"Shut up, " I rolled my eyes and snickered, fixing my eyeliner as Tom watched. He placed his chin on my shoulder, admiring me as I fixed my eyeliner. "Tom..."
"Hm?" He tilted his head, his black cloak draped over his body. It was no different from his regular wear anyway.
"I don't know...I'm kinda disappointed in this year's costume, " I sighed, leaning back into him, and moving my arms over his arms.
"How come? I think you look good, " He smirked and planted kisses in the crook of my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more access. "I mean...you look good in everything anyways."
"Thanks...but I just felt like we didn't even try, " I frowned. He clasped his fingers with mine, resting his chin on my shoulder again.
"At least, you're not like Bill. He stole my whole costume and made his girlfriend dress as Tatum, " He groaned, caressing the sides of my thumbs with his. I looked back over at him again, kissing his cheekbone.
"I guess so...you're the better Ghost Face anyway, " I smirked and he turned his head toward me. He pecked my lips, grinning against them.
"Of course I am. I'm the original, " He hummed, pulling away, keeping one hand interlocked with mine. "We should go though, it's starting soon, " He pecked my forehead, pulling me in by my waist. "I'll go start the car, " He smirked, pulling the mask down over his face. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.
"Alright...don't run into a wall, " I said. He nodded with a thumbs up, turning around to make it to the door. I turned back to the mirror, fixing the black skinny jeans I had on. I raised an eyebrow, hearing a thud followed by a groan. I looked back, snickering and Tom held his forehead.
"Who closed the fucking door?"
***
I scowled, looking down at the potato crumbs that I had just stepped on. The smell of beer filling my nose as 'Monster Mash' could be heard from the living room. The sound of faint ping pong balls could be heard from far, doinking against a surface. I clasped my fingers into Tom's as they rested on my waist, looking around. I pursed my lips, squinting my eyes as I looked through the crowds of people. Some were on their staircase, others were just scattered around. I sighed beginning to walk into the crowd.
"You see him, yet?" Tom muffled into my ear, a little loud to be heard over the music. The fabric of his mask tickled my neck. I hummed and made my way into the living room, my black boots stepping onto what used to be white carpet that was now a beige. I cringed at the feeling of sliding past people with small 'excuse me's.' I gasped, seeing a Ghost Face nearby.
"Did you hear that...and...caught herpes?!"
"Yea, they got leaked on insta too, " I heard faintly as I pushed pass people. I felt the music pound in my chest as I was closer to the speaker. Bill stood by a leather couch, his hands on his girlfriend's hip. His head turned towards us as we stepped closer. He snickered, turning to his side before lifting his mask over his head. Revealing his black and white dreads.
"Are you still mad at me?" He smirked as he looked at Tom. I gave Bill's girlfriend a small wave and smile, feeling Tom's hands leave my waist. He stood beside me, crossing his arms in a petty way. I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to Bill.
"Fucking obviously, you stole my costume, " Tom gripped the bottom of his mask, pulling it over his head. Bill rolled his eyes, making duck lips as he tilted his head.
"I wear it better, " Bill shrugged, bringing his hands down to clasp them, resting them on his thighs.
"No, you don't. I obviously look better, I wore it first anyway, " Tom blew raspberries as they spoke loudly over the music. I took a seat on the armrest of the black leather couch, resting my head on the wall it leaned against.
"Just because you're first, doesn't mean anything. Like how you were born first, it doesn't mean you're better, " Bill blew raspberries back, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist. He turned to her with a smile, lifting her chin with a hooked pointer finger. "I'm the better Ghost Face anyways, right babe?" He grinned. She nodded, looking away shyly. Tom rolled his eyes, turning to me.
"We don't sound like that, right?" He snickered. I shook my head with a chuckle, sliding off the sticky leather. He took my hand, looking around the living room. "There's beer pong in the kitchen, wanna come with me?" He asked before turning back to me.
"What?!" I came close, furrowing my brows. He sighed, coming close to my ear.
"There's! Beer POOOONG! In the kitchen. Do you wanna come with me?" He pulled his mask back over his face. I followed to where his eyes once were, turning back to him.
"Sure, " I snickered. He slapped my ass before taking my hand to lead me to the kitchen. I sighed in relief once my boots met the wooden floors again. The music growing fainter. Tom wrapped his arm around my waist, approaching the beer pong table.
"Can we join?" Tom asked the two dudes on the other side of the table.
"I'm not playing, I'll just watch, Tom, " I said. He gave me a nod, pulling away from my waist as he picked up the ping-pong balls. The sound of the balls dinking on the gray foldable table started again. The other guys kept hitting the solo cups, missing some shots. I sighed, watching Tom down his fourth cup, making me feel thirsty. "Hey, Tom?"
"Yea?" His focus stayed on the other side of the table.
"I'm gonna get drinks, I'll be back, " I tiptoed, speaking into his ear. He nodded, turning to me to peck my cheek with his damp lips from the beer.
"Be safe, " He turned back to the game. I grinned before walking away from the beer table. The kitchen was also as crowded as everywhere else in the house. Whoever owned the house, had money, and the kitchen was huge. I walked over to the counter and saw a cooler with ice resting on the granite surface. I waited for the two girls talking in front of it to move before reaching into the blue cooler. I grabbed a buzzball, cracking it open to take a sip.
"Tom's fucking ran through, " One of the girls spoke as they were by the sink now. I raised an eyebrow, standing close as I sipped the buzzball to seem unbothered.
"Right? And he has a girlfriend, she's so oblivious, " The second girl sighed.
"Exactly. Either way, if I was honest... I wish we could've fucked..." She looked away from her friend. The second girl gasped, widening her eyes.
"Me too, to be honest, " They snickered. I furrowed my brows as my back was facing toward them, continuing to down my buzzball slowly as I eavesdropped.
"How long do you think they'll last?"
"Probably not long, " She smirked.
"Tom's easy, you'll get a chance."
"Right?" They continued to chatter as they walked off. I clenched my jaw, finishing the buzzball.
"Assholes..." I turned around, beginning to follow behind. I froze, seeing a dark red in my peripheral vision. I turned my head to the sink, gasping as it was full of jungle juice. I grabbed a solo cup from a nearby stack, dropping the empty buzzball can to the floor. I grabbed the ladle, pouring two scoops into my cup. I cringed, putting my lips to the rim of the cup, and taking a sip. I smacked my lips, furrowing my brows. I downed it, still being thirsty. I threw the empty cup into the trashbag hung on the cabinet knob, turning toward the beer-pong area. I squinted my eyes, not being able to see Tom, starting to walk back to the living room again. The music filled my chest as I looked around, blinking my eyes as it was a bit blurry. I raised my eyebrows, seeing a Ghost Face. I shoved past people, immediately throwing my arms around his neck. It felt like forever to get there but I managed. I tilted my head as it was a higher reach than normal. "Tom, fuck. Can you believe what I heard in the kitchen?? Some girls were ranting about you, " I frowned, feeling my face heat up as tears welled up. He raised his hand to my cheek, swiping off tears with his thumb.
"Y/n-"
"Then, they just...they talked about wanting to..." I gulped, starting to hear myself in my ears. "Fuck...what was in that jungle juice...anyways. They were talking about how badly they wanted to fuck you. God, they pissed me off. Isn't that unbelievable?" I tilted my head. He nodded in response. "Fuck. Tom...I just..." I bit my lip, coming closer to close the gap between us. I slid my left hand down to his chest, rubbing it up and down before grabbing the bottom of his mask.
"Wait-"
"Please, Tom...I can't wait any longer. They make me so...mad, " I growled before lifting the mask just a bit to expose his lips. I narrowed my eyes at the beauty mark under his lip, pushing it off for being tipsy as I held his face. "Please, " I whispered against his lips. He moved his hands down to my waist causing me to smirk before I kissed his lips. The taste of whatever he drank before filled my lips which was pretty sweet. I furrowed my eyebrows as the cold metal that I was so used to, hadn't tickled me. I pulled away, gazing over his lips again.
"Don't stop, " He muttered through his breath. I widened my eyes with a smirk, coming close again to place my lips on his. This time, he harshly moved against my lips, I breathed heavily as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My face heats up, feeling his fingers tickle up to my throat, pressing his fingers down gently. I let out a small whine and he took the chance to slide his tongue in, pressing his against mine. My heart skipped a beat as shivers went down my spine, pushing myself more against him. He groaned into the kiss, moving my face up more by my jawline. I shuddered, my hands slowly moving through the fabric of his mask down to dangle over his shoulders. I pulled away after a while, my lips swollen as I caught my breath. He licked his top lip, grinning with his teeth as he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip. The music continued to boom in my chest as I looked over my shoulder toward the speaker. I turned back to Tom, tilting my head.
"I can't focus..." I licked my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck again. He smirked, reaching down for the back of my thighs. I jumped and he held me by my thighs, walking toward the stairs by the front door. They creaked as he nearly tripped over the people who sat on the stairs. I laid my head on his shoulder, the music growing fainter. He dropped me on my feet by a door in the dim hallway he made it to. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, lifting my face to smash his lips against mine again. I furrowed my brows, kissing back as my heart raced again, my knees growing weak. "Tom, " I whined against his lips. He shushed me as his other hand reached down to turn to doorknob by my hips, never breaking the kiss. I stumbled backward into the room and it was already lit as if it was waiting for us. I breathed heavily against the kiss as he closed the door behind him with his foot, placing his other hand on my waist.
"You taste so sweet, " He bit his lip after he spoke, looking down at me. I gulped as I stared up at him at what seemed to be his eyes through the mask. He swiped his thumb over my bottom lip causing me to part my lips. He slowly slid his thumb in and I wrapped my swollen lips around it, keeping eye contact. "Such a whore, " He muttered as he moved his thumb down. He moved his hands to the opening of my jacket, helping me pull it off. He threw it aside, reaching down for my shirt after. Once the bra clipped off, he slowly peeled it off of me, gazing over my chest. He gasped softly, pushing me toward the bed by my waist. I shivered at his cold fingertips, stumbling before the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I fell back, allowing him to crawl on top of me. The smell of his cologne filled my nose as he dove down, keeping his eyes on me.
"New cologne, Tom?" I nibbled on my bottom lip, I preferred it much more than his other one.
"Yea...new cologne..." He grinned. I reached down to the bottom of his mask, trying to pull it off. He took hold of both of my wrists, holding them above my head.
"But, I wanna see you, " I frowned and he held both of my wrists in one hand as the other came down.
"Later...it'll be hotter with this on, " He trailed his fingernails down the side of my ribcage. I arched my back at the gentleness, reaching up into his touch. He bit his lip at the reaction, coming down to kiss around my nipple. His free hand came up to cup my other boob. I squirmed under him, feeling him lay his tongue flat against my nipple. He kissed around again, sucking at my flesh. He nipped, grazing his teeth around the areas. I let out a small cry and he slapped the side of my waist in response. "Patient, " He snarled. He kissed the dark purple marks he left behind before wrapping his lips around my nipple, swirling his tongue around it. My breath hitched as I looked down at him, feeling his hand slowly glide down to the start of my pants. He undid the button with one hand, slipping the black pants a bit by gripping the fabric on the side of my thighs. He slid his hand into my pants, grazing my nipple with his teeth. He pulled off with a pop, sitting up as he looked down at me. Effortlessly keeping me down while his other hand rubbed my clothed clit. I arched my back again, clenching my eyes as I trembled. "Does it feel good?" He asked and I slowly opened my eyes, being met with him staring down at me. I pursed my lips, nodding slowly with furrowed brows. He applied more pressure and I yelped in response as he harshly traced circles on my clit with his fingers. "Answer me."
"Yes, it does!" I stammered. He gave me an amused hum, feeling the wetness seep through my panties. He pulled out, placing the fingers to my lips. I parted them and obeyingly sucked on his fingers. He snickered at the sight, moving the hand around my wrists away. I sat up on my hands, my tongue sliding against his fingers as he pulled them out. He slid off the bed, reaching under the cloak to pull the matching black pants along with his boxers off. He threw them aside, coming over to the edge of the bed. He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it as he pointed at the area on the bed in front of him.
"Here, " He demanded and I crawled over on my knees, leaning down to reach his cock. I kissed the bottom of his cock as his hands moved up, keeping eye contact. He moved his hand away, allowing me to replace his hand with mine. I laid my tongue flat against the bottom, coming up to his tip. My hand moved the opposite way as I licked the precum off his tip, wrapping my lips around it. I smirked as I pulled out, pumping the rest as I kissed his tip. He groaned, moving a hand to the back of my head. "Don't fucking tease me, sweets, " He rasped, pushing my head down to take him whole. I choked and his mouth hung low, watching tears well up in my eyes. I breathed heavily through my nose, looking up at him as his tip hit the back of my throat.
"Aww, why are you tearing up? You deserve it for trying to tease me, " He swiped off the tears that rolled down my cheek and I moved my hands up to the sides of his thighs, which were surrounded by the cheap, black cloak. He put his hands on either side of my head, beginning to thrust into my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, continuing to tear up each time his tip hit my throat. He let out low moans, gripping a handful of my hair to pull. He bucked his hips faster causing me to gurgle around his cock. I pulled off after a few thrusts, and a trail of saliva followed as I choked for air. He cupped my jaw as I looked up at him, my vision even more blurry with the accompanied tears. "You okay?" He frowned. I nodded slowly, catching my breath as he leaned down to kiss my nose. He kissed down to my lips as I fluttered my tears away. He reached down, hooking his fingers at the start of my pants as he leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me hungrily, pulling my pants off for me. He let them drop off the edge of the bed, hooking his nails into the lace of my panties. He tore it open, causing me to pull away from the kiss with a gasp.
"Tom!" I looked down at his hands which were intertwined with each threading of the panties. I furrowed my brows at his black-painted nails, looking back up at him. "When did you paint your nails?"
"The other day...you didn't see. I wanted to surprise you, " He dropped the ripped panties. He leaned into the crook of my neck, planting kisses as he held my waist. I leaned back towards the bed as he pushed me down, moving my right leg over his right shoulder. He aligned himself, pumping the leftover saliva as lubrication before moving his tip to my slit. I grit my teeth, reaching behind him, under his mask for what I thought would be braids but were replaced with the feeling of dreads. I narrowed my eyes before widening them as he slowly slid in. I threw my head back, tugging at his hair which earned a groan in response. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, letting out a high-pitched moan as he stretched me. He dug his nails into my flesh, leaning his head down with groans. He bottomed me out and I breathed heavily, looking back up at him as my fingers were tangled with his dreads. "You alright?" He breathed out, sliding his hands up and down my sides to comfort me. I nodded as I bit my lip.
He moved his hands to either side of my body onto the bed, slowly bucking his hips. My eyebrows knotted and my jaw hung open as hushed moans escaped my mouth. He bit his lip at the expression on my face, keeping his rhythm.
"So...good, " I panted and he moved a hand up to my throat, pressing his fingers on either side. He looked down at the sight of me taking him, causing him to jolt his hips faster. My breath hitched, throwing my head back. "Tom, " I cried out. He clenched his jaw, moving two fingers up to my mouth. I sucked on them as the rest of his fingers choked me. He leaned down to my ear, muttering.
"You don't wanna get caught, right?" He husked out. I nodded slowly with a small whine into his fingers. "Good girl..." He removed his fingers, continuing to choke me as he sat up straight, thrusting into me. He moved a hand down to my inner left thigh, opening my legs more. "You're taking me so well, " He purred, looking down at me as I whimpered through my teeth to stay quiet. He looked down again at my pussy, letting out a desperate, filthy noise. He pulled out before flipping me onto my knees. He bent me over slightly, grabbing hold of my wrists to hold me up as he aligned himself. My whines were cut off, feeling him slam back into me. I shuddered, as he started to slowly move up into me again, hearing a plastic material hit the wood floor. I tried to turn back, only to be made to face front again by him gripping my lower jaw. He crossed my arms on my lower back with the other hand, pounding up into me. I threw my head back into his chest, letting out cries of pleasure as the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. His strained moans danced into my ear as he kept his uneven place. My moans were broken as I became lightheaded from the pleasure, clenching around his cock.
"Close, " I whined, feeling his nails dig into my arms.
"Hold it for me, " He lifted my face to look up at the ceiling, leaning into my neck. He planted kisses as he thrusted up, and his moans were hoarse against my skin. "You feel so good, " He panted. His thrusts grew more sloppy as I continued to throb around him. He pulled away from my neck, moving the hand around my neck down to my swollen clit. "Come for me, " He rubbed circles around my clit and I threw my head back, rolling my eyes back. I twitched, letting out a sharp moan before releasing all over his cock. He pulled out, letting go of my arms which allowed me to fall on my back. I repeatedly panted as he pumped himself to reach his high. He shuddered as he came, the mattress shifting as he got off.
"Fuck...I think that was...the best ever that we've done...Tom, " I slurred as I breathed heavily, my head resting on the pillow.
"That's because I'm not Tom, " His voice was clearer. I raised an eyebrow, lazily looking over to my right. I widened my eyes, seeing the mascara that ran down his face from sweat. His hair was disheveled, as sweat ran down his forehead.
"Bill! What the fuck! What if Tom finds out?!" I sat up, sitting back on my hands.
"He doesn't need to know, " He stepped over with a finger on his lips as he stared into my eyes. I pursed my lips, shooting my head to the door as I heard a knock.
"Y/n??" A deeper voice behind the door called, knocking.
"You're so fucking dead, " I mouthed aggressively. Bill smirked, tilting his head.
"Don't lie, you enjoyed it, " He muttered and I looked away shyly, feeling my face heat up.
"Are you in there?" The voice behind the door continued. "Whoever's in there, if you don't respond, I'll fucking break the door down."
"He's gonna kill you, " I whispered.
"Call me for a next time, " He winked, hurriedly sliding on his costume as the knocks became more aggressive, running into the closet. The door cracked open and I looked over with widened eyes.
