#williambutcher

☆ Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense ☆

☆ Popstar!OFC x Bodyguard! Billy Butcher ☆

This is a continuation of the last little scenario of that last post! Hope you guys enjoy it ;3

18+ MDNI

Billy softly knocked on your door, not wanting to wake anyone in the rooms nearby and have someone find out he's visiting you at such hours of the night.

You eagerly opened the door with a grin, wearing a short baby pink nightgown, the material was almost sheer. Billy tried to no let his gaze wonder to your exposed body, keeping his eyes on your face and your pretty smile.

You take his hand, your hand so much softer and smaller than his, and pull him inside. "I'm so happy you actually came!" You say, trying to keep your voice down as you sit down on the bed as he stands in front of you.

He smiles and places a hand on your cheek, soflty caressing it. "You know I can't resist you, princess." He says and uses his other hand to place a strand of your hair behind your ear. "What's keeping you up, luv?"

You hum as you lean into his touch, cheeks warming up at his attention and words. "I dunno..." You lie, not knowing how to tell him the reason you're actually up this late is because you can't stop your mind from fantasizing about him and his touch in the most inappropriate ways.

He chuckles and raises your head so you'll properly look at him. "Yeah you do." He says with a smirk and moves his thumb to soflty tug on bottom lip. "Why don't you tell your dear old Billy the truth, dear?" He says, but it's more of a demand than a question.

'Your Billy'. Your cheeks flush even harder at that. The thought of him being yours, of you being his, brought fire to your insides. "I... couldn't stop thinking..." You mutter, looking at him with big eyes.

"Yeah? About what, princess?" He says and steps closer to you, making you have to crank your neck even more to look at him and his smirking face, almost as if he already knew.

You gulp and flutter your eyelashes, trying to find the courage to say and he chuckles. Seeing the overly excited and confident girl he knows being turned into putty in his hands.

"You..." Your voice comes out barely above a whisper, embarrassment clouding your senses. You knew he felt the same, you both knew, but there was something so embarrassing of admitting it to him like this.

"Me? Oh I'm flattered, sweetheart." He says in an almost condescending tone. "Just that? You couldn't just be thinking about my existence, I'm sure."

You giggle shyly at that and nod no. "Was thinking about your mouth... and your hands... How they'd feel against me... And your..." You stop, not wanting to say, but he got the message, making him smirk and chuckle again.

"That's why you're up, princess? Had so many naughty thoughts about me, that you got too horny to sleep?" He says and squats down to look you at eye level, like you'd do to a child. "That's why you called me, begging me to come? Hoping I'd touch you in that tiny nightgown of yours?"

Your cheeks heat up even more and you bite your lips as you nod, feeling embarrassed and aroused. He took your hand of your cheek and stood up, looking down at you with an almost evil like smirk.

"But if I remember correctly, my little girl told me over the phone we wouldn't do anything naughty. Remember that, princess?" Your eyes widen at his words and you grip your pants, trying to bring him closer again, to busy trying to get him to fuck you to notice he called you his.

"What? No! Come on, Billy! Please! Just this once! I promise." You whine and try to pull him, but his strong build makes him stay steady in place.

He crosses his arms and chuckles. "I dunno, princess. I don't really think that's true. I think if I fuck you right now, you'll ask- no. Beg for it every night." He eyes your desperate expression and almost caves in, but he knows that he shouldn't, that he can't.

You whine again, pouting your lips softly, trying to think of anything to convince him to help you out.

An idea strikes your mind and you kneel down on the bed, looking at him with a pleading expression. "Just lend me your hand then! You won't have to do anything! I'll move it! It's just so much bigger than mine!" You mewl and bring your hands together as you beg.

His smug expression falls and he raises his brows, looking at you shocked. He suppose it could be breach to what you said. At first he just stared at you, then slowly moved to sit beside you and placed his hand on your lap.

"Just this once. We won't do this again, sweetie. You know very well we can't." You smile wide at his words and immediately shift your position, trying to find the best way to do this.

"Okay." You take a deep breath with a smile. "Sit behind me." You say and part your legs, still kneeling. He crawls behind you and gives you his hand again.

You take his hand and guide it to your core, using your hand to push your soaked underwear to the side. You gently grab one of his fingers and slowly push it inside yourself, moaning softly.

It was so much bigger and thicker than yours, making it so much better. You start to grind your hips on it, wishing he would actually move his hands, but taking what you could get, moaning and panting.

It doesn't take long for you to want more, so you guide another one of his fingers inside, the movement making the palm of his hand bump against your clit and you mewl.

You're too busy fucking yourself on his fingers to notice the turmoil on Billy's face behind you. There's absolutely nothing that he wants more right now than to take control of the situation, to finger you until you're nothing but a squirming mess in his arms. But he keeps to his words, torturing both of you.

You throw you head back as you moan, pressing his hand deeper, reaching a spot you never felt before, bringing tears to your eyes. Your walls start clamping around his fingers and you come, soaking his hand and the bed.

You pant, leaning on his and he presses a kiss to your temple. "There we go, princess." He murmurs against you and takes his fingers off you, making you whimper. "Think you can sleep now, sweetheart?"

You nod slowly, body still in that daze and he chuckles, moving to put you under the covers.

"Sleep tight, love." He mutters and presses a kiss to your forehead. You flutter your eyes closed and smile, but what you don't see is him walking out with the two fingers that were inside you in his mouth.

WARNINGS!!!!

violence, fluff, angst, implied smut, eventual smut, guns, death, blood, drugs, fear, language, if you haven't watched it yet; spoilers, romance, slow-ish burn.

Chapter 6:

The tension between you and Butcher had been simmering beneath the surface for days. Every glance, every brush of his hand against yours, every heated stare when no one else was looking. It was driving you insane.

And you could tell it was driving him insane, too.

After the shitshow at the club, the team was lying low in the safe house, waiting for things to cool down. You found yourself in the small kitchen, trying to focus on something - anything - other than the way Butcher had kissed you the other night. But then he walked in.

"Oi", he said casually, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the counter. But there was nothing casual about the way his eyes lingered on you. "Oi", you mimicked, leaning against the counter, watching him. He smirked, taking a sip straight from the bottle. "Cheeky".

You crossed your arms. "Something on your mind, Butcher?" He exhaled through is nose, setting the bottle down with a soft thud. "Yeah. You."

Your breath hitched. He wasn't playing coy anymore. Butcher took a step forward, his gaze locked onto yours. "I told you this was a bad idea," he murmured. "And I meant it." You swallowed, feeling the space between you shrink with every second. "And yet, here we are. Again". His jaw clenched, like he was fighting something within himself. The before you could say another word, he was on you.

The kiss was anything but gentle. He grabbed your face in his hands, tilting your head just how he wanted it as his lips crashed onto yours. It was raw, needy, like he had been holding back for far too long and finally gave in. You gasped against his mouth, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss as his body pressed against yours, pinning you between him and the counter.

His hands moved, one gripping the back of your neck, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you even closer. You let out a soft moan as he tilted his head, kissing your harder, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip before he soothed it with his tongue. Your hands found their way to his coat, tugging at it before slipping beneath, your fingers tracing over the firm muscles of his back. You get the idea to scratch from the top down to his waist.

"Fuck", he breathes against your lips, like he was mad at himself for not doing this sooner. You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, both of you breathing heavily. His pupils are blown, his face flushed, and you knew yours probably looked the same. "You keep doing that", you whispered, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt, "but you still say it's a bad idea".

He let out a low, rough chuckle, resting his forehead against yours. "Yeah well... maybe I'm full of shit".

You smirked, tugging him back down for another kiss, this one just as hungry as the last. His hands roamed your body, his touch rough and possessive, like he was memorizing every inch of you.

"Jesus Christ," MM's voice rang out. "Can y'all not do this shit in the damn kitchen?"

You and Butcher slowly pulled apart, breathless. Butcher let out a huff, his hands still resting on your hips as he turned to MM. "Bugger off, will ya?" MM rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Just don’t be late for the briefing, lovebirds."

As soon as he left, you looked back at Butcher, raising an eyebrow. "So, what now?" Butcher smirked, his thumb brushing against your lip. "Now, we get back to work."

You sighed dramatically. "Tease." He chuckled, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your lips before stepping back. "Patience, luv. We got plenty of time for this."

And with the way he was looking at you, you knew he meant it.

That's it, byee