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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 • @chokemewanda

• 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

No one really knows Natasha Romanoff.

𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 • @jin0

• 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 !𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You and Steve had a complicated relationship. He was the Prince and you were the Knight, it seemed simple. Entirely professional, nothing like the movies. But when the lines blurred to the point of disappearing, the movies and fairytales started to seem a little more realistic.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 • @barnesafterglow

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 !𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

the one where bucky falls in love at first sight. and then is an idiot

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 • @buckys-left-middle-finger

(𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 @writing-for-marvel)

• 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 !𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

known only to the world as persephone, the new head of the mafia cerberus carries on her family’s legacy as the caretaker of queens. everything is going fine until the boss of the rival mafia, the howling commandos, starts meddling.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 • @midnightbabylon

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

It wasn’t long ago that Bucky Barnes ripped your heart out of your chest with the sentences, ’I can’t have a relationship with everything that’s happening in the world right now. I’m sorry." That’s why you were most shocked when you moved back into the Avengers estate and saw Bucky with a really pregnant woman in his arms.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 • @slothspaghettiwrites

• 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Bucky is ready to make you the star of your own movie.

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 • @boxofbonesfic

• 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 !𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

bucky barnes steals your parking space.

𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 • @bucksfucks

• 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 !𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

bucky barnes is hollywood’s fuckboy and his pr team is sick of cleaning up his mess. when they ask you, an up-and-coming actress, to be his fake girlfriend you have no idea what lies ahead. the only thing left to do is try not to fall in love with the handsome asshole.

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 • @misshoneybee

• 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

when you moved in with bucky, who knew you two would get quite so close?

𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 • @mvtthewmurdvck

• 𝘮𝘰𝘣 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

never wanting to work for him or protect his fiancé, falling for you was the last thing he should do—especially when his boss was zemo, who now ran most of the city.

𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 • @heartdayz

• 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘮 !𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

after a drink or two, you try to pick a fight with peter parker. he doesn’t really like to argue. 

𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 • @barnesafterglow

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

what do you call a love letter that leads to heartbreak

𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 • @syntheticavenger

• 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘮 !𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Years after going into solitude after Gwen Stacey’s death, Peter’s obsession with a barista leads him to take desperate measures to keep her safe.

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐬 • @mymoonagedaydream

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

In the blink of an eye, this complete stranger suddenly became your only lifeline.

𝐤𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 • @atlaese

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

“i wanna spend the rest of my sunsets with you."

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 • @scrumptious-delusion

• 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘸 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

you're asking yourself why he keeps coming back, he's asking himself why you keep letting him in. it's a treacherous slope but neither of you can turn back now.

𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 • @sgt-seabass

• 𝘵𝘸𝘴/𝘤𝘸 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

you infiltrate Hydra before Hydra infiltrates you

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • @kinanabinks

• 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

your boyfriend thinks you and your best friend are a little too close. thank god bucky's gay. he is gay... right?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 • @boxofbonesfic

• 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 !𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 !𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

“you must go to the wormwood tree, at the centre of a great forest. the woods are deep and dark and full of teeth, my son, my son, and it may seem that all the world is your enemy. but if you are very brave, and your aim is true, you will be the sword, the axe, and the knife that pierces the dark.”

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 • @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms

• 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘹 𝘣𝘢𝘶 !𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺), 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘥 𝘹 𝘣𝘢𝘶 !𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺)

Life was full of plot twists. You start off with a dream of making a difference in the world, becoming an Avenger. You turn away within arm's reach of your lifelong dream, spurred by the disappointing truth you discovered and deciding to choose a different path. Fate brings you back unexpectedly when the Avengers take a special interest in a powered unsub the BAU is chasing.

𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 • @carrotfantasimp

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You love your boyfriend’s beard.

𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐬. 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 • @sarahwroteathing

• 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Retirement would be a lot easier in a world without Nick Fury and a protective ex-something.

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 • @sweetascanbee

• 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You never expected a snowstorm to leave you stranded in an IKEA overnight. You never expected one night to change the trajectory of your life so completely. You never expected him.

𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧 • @hellsenthero

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

The Avengers never know how Bucky finishes his missions so quickly. Little do they know, he's got a little help from a gun wielding woman hidden in the shadows.

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 • @povlvr

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You were relaxing in bed one night when a mysterious envelope is slotted under your door, a secret admirer asking you to be their valentines. Except it wasn't much of a secret when the whole world knows your secret admirer is Bucky, you included.

𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧 • @ohbuckie

• 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 !𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

bucky left you and your daughter two years ago. he’s been “co-parenting” from across the country since then, but is itching for a change.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 • @lailannajacobs

• 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Bucky finds you after a mission that didn’t quite go as planned. 

Billy began to pocket a black pair, the intricate floral design in the lace catching his attention.

“What in the hell are you doing, Hargrove?” He didn’t even bother looking shameful, even when you stalked over and pulled your panties from his front pocket, tossing them back into your drawer.

“Nice pajamas you’ve got there, you big tease.” He laughed after rolling his eyes, he knew exactly where to find them when he wanted them again. He told hold of the silky fabric and rubbed it between his fingers, he liked the softness of silk. He let it fall when you pulled away.

“Okay, then,” he changed the subject, “where are your snacks?”

“My beside drawer, if there’s any left, you jackass,” you replied replied with a chuckle. You splayed out across the end of your bed and flipped through the channels on your television, “Why would I hide snacks in my underwear drawer anyway?”

Billy stopped before opening your nightstand, his fingers dancing over the handle, “That’s where I hide my stuff. My cigarettes, money, condoms-“

The word condoms immediately sent you on high alert, remembering what you else you hid in your bedside drawer.

“Oh, shit! Billy, wait!”

You were too late, Billy’s eyes immediately zeroed in and the most devilish grin you’d ever seen on him began to settle on his pretty face. You were mortified, face heating all the way to your ears as you watched him pull the light purple vibrator out of the drawer.

“Now, what’s this?” Billy hummed in delight, eyebrows raising suggestively. He flopped onto the bed, pulling himself to sit cross-legged and hover over you. With the vibrator dangling right in front of your face, a smirk graced his face in response to your scowl.

You snatched the offending item from his hand and shoved his shoulder. Billy was caught off guard, succumbing easily when you moved to straddle his waist. You leaned over to put the vibrator back into the drawer and pulled out a bag of Charleston Chews, shoving them against Billy’s chest. You moved off of Billy, choosing to lay on your back in front of him.

He lowly cleared his throat and placed the bag top of the nightstand before turning towards you, “I don’t know if I’m hungry for candy anymore.”

It came out as a pure, something akin to how he got girls’ attention at parties. His fingers pulling your chin towards him and then lowering to toy with the hem of your shirt, “maybe I want something a little sweeter.”

“Don’t say that, Billy,” you huffed, turning your head back. He knew you too well to assume that you weren’t mulling it over, especially with the way your teeth were beginning to chew at your bottom lip. “I mean, it’d be awkward cause you’re my best friend.”

Billy could sense a deeper reasoning, a consequence of knowing you for so long. He cocked an eyebrow, urging you to go on.

“Also, I know you, and we agreed that I’m not a conquest thing.”

He had to admit that it was a bit of a sharp jab, but he didn’t keep you around for being a liar. The cockiness dropped a bit, “Don’t you trust me?” he hummed.

His thumb grazed over the apple of your cheek before he decided to grant some sincerity, “It won’t be awkward if all I’m doing is helping you out, right? And you mean more to me than than.”

It was soft and sweet for Billy to say that, but you knew if you dug further into Billy’s emotions that he would start to deflect, so you playfully rolled your eyes, “How many girls have you told that one to?”

Fortunately, he caught the joking tone.

“About four,” he answered in mock hurt, before pulling you up and maneuvering you back into his lap, “-doesn’t mean I haven’t meant it almost every time.”

A loud laugh escaped you lips and you swatted lightly at his chest, “Fuck off.”

Billy leaned in, mumbling “C’mon it’s a really good offer,” then the nipping at your throat started. Though your friendship had always had a plethora of sexual jokes and more physical contact than most, he knew that he was teetering on a thin line.

You sighed deeply, tilting your neck to give him more room. You tucked a hand into his hair, “Why are you offering anyway?”

“I think it’d be fun,” Billy admitted. His hand slipped under your shirt and he let his fingertips graze the bottom your ribcage, “I think it’s also a bit more convenient than what you’re doing now.”

“How so?” You chuckled, “I barely have to do any work.”

“Because,” he lowered his hand, his thumb lightly pressing right below your navel as he purred in your ear, “no toy is gonna tell you how pretty you look when you’re fucked dumb on my cock.”

He couldn’t help his groan at your breath hitching and the involuntary buck of your hips when his pinky slipped just under the waistline of your matching pajama shorts.

“Well jeez, Billy. Who’s being a tease now?” It came out as a low gasp. Under any other circumstance, you probably would’ve scolded yourself for how needy it sounded.

“Gimme permission, then,” Billy chided in retaliation, his hands fell to your waist and he gave testing squeezes. He softly rocked his pelvis against you and you could feel how much this situation was affecting him.

Heat rose to your cheeks again and you tugged his head back by his hair, grabbing his attention. Your expression was stern, “You’re serious about this, huh?”, maybe it was a bit late to ask that, given the position you were in but something nagged you in your mind.

His expression softened for a split second, before grinning, “Sure I am, you’re always spouting that “friends supporting friends” bullshit,” he stuck his tongue out to lick a strip over your exposed cleavage, “let me support you.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

With one short nod of your head, Billy had begun pulling up the hem of your shirt, gaze burning into your skin as it became visible to him when it was finally removed. He surprised you though, using his wet lips to graze your pulse point instead of the freshly exposed skin, “Are you going to let me kiss you?”

“Kiss me-“

If it was a question, Billy didn’t wait for the finish, he wanted it. Too damn cocky to beg his pretty best friend to let him kiss her like he’s thought about nearly a thousand times.

Your brain went fuzzy with the mix off his hands groping at the fabric of your bra and his lips pressed against yours. He continued to test his waters by pulling your lower lip between his teeth and quickly releasing it, he looked all over your face, making sure to take a mental picture of the furrowed brows and pout that you were making.

“Can I fuck you?”

You lazily nodded at him in reply.

“Say it,” it was stern despite how blushed his cheeks looked and how he said it after panting, “I’m not doing anything until you say that I can.”

“Fuck,” you grumbled in attempt to find your words again, “Fuck me. Please.”

Billy caved, pulling your lips back to his. He moved his hands to cup your thighs below your ass and you squeaked when tugged you to fall onto your back. He nestled his hips into the space between your spread thighs, thumbs digging into the pillowy skin to hold you open while he ground himself against you.

“You want me fuck you, huh? Want me to fuck that pretty cunt?” His questions had your head spinning, not knowing whether to pay attention to his foul mouth and words or the delicious burn of his denim jeans against your thighs and the feel of him pressed to where you knew you needed him.

You took ahold of Billy’s hand, desperation taking precedent over your nerves when you pulled it to your mouth and began to suckle at the tips of his fingers. You mumbled out something along the lines of ‘support me’ before his brain began to short circuit.

The second you released his fingers, Billy began to tug your shorts down. His lips pressing against the inside of your ankle before dropping the cloth to your bedroom floor. He looked down at you and gulped thickly when he realized that you were laid out nearly bare for him.

“No panties?” he questioned with a chuckle that sounded more strained than he intended.

You pulled yourself to lean back on your elbows, before furrowing your brows at him, “Uh no.”

“Well what in the hell do you mean with just “no”?” He asked again, your ankle still held up in his grasp.

“Billy, I usually never sleep in panties.”

“Oh,” he floundered, “okay then.” It was a stupid thing to say, he knew it, especially after all of the foul things he’d said before but now he could feel himself painfully throbbing in his jeans at the thought of all of the nights he’d laid in your bed with you not wearing anything but little shorts. He’d really have to take them off soon or he’d fucking bust like some kind of chump over you.

Billy tried to regain his composure by kissing up your calf, he was too enamored with the softness of it to not suck at the skin. You fell back and he let out forceful puffs of air whenever you made noises for him. But the sharp gasp at him biting the inside of your thigh had him standing to his feet.

He didn’t have much of a chance to undo his belt before you moved towards him, your fingers swatted his away and took over the ministrations. He let out a deep groan when your fingers danced over the zip to free him from its confinement.

When your fingers went to explore him further, he tutted at you, pulling back and haphazardly kicking off his shoes and his tugging his jeans down to throw backwards towards your closet. His shirt was off quickly after that and you openly ogled the trail of hair that disappeared below the band of his boxers.

He looked back at you, a devil’s grin etched onto his face, “Like what you see?”

“I’m sure I can work with it,” you sassed in order to amuse him, before pausing to look over him once more before adding, “but I’m still waiting for you to prove that you’re better than my toy.”

“Oh really?” he hummed, stalking towards the edge of the bed. He tapped your knee, urging you to scoot back to allow him room.

You gave him a confused look when he dropped to kneel at the edge of your bed, both of his hands on your thighs. “Billy, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to prove it,” he answered you dumbly, pulling your thighs apart and attempting to hook them over his shoulders, “lean back.”

You huffed, neglecting to follow his request.“I thought you were going to fuck me.”

He let out a low hum before roughly pulling you towards him, closer towards his awaiting smirk. “Believe me,” he sighed, “I am going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck this pretty cunt with my tongue until you can’t stand to even look at that girly vibrating piece of shit.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before touching you, he wanted to stop whatever smart ass comment was brewing right in its tracks. “Hey there, pretty girl,” he cooed in awe, his thumb moving to drag over your folds and if he wasn’t so taken with the view he might’ve teased you for the loud hiss that you let out.

You looked down at him, his mesmerized eyes following the path of his soaked finger, and you had to admit that he looked so gorgeous, almost enough to convince you to let him have his way about proving you wrong. His blushed cheeks and his fingers that dug into your thigh and his ruffled hair were sending you into overdrive, it was overwhelming you in such a good way.

Billy could feel your frustration growing as you squirmed in your spot under his grip, he lost his resolve when you groaned out his name. He swore he’d never heard such an addicting sound, he had to grant you reprieve so he replaced his fingers with his tongue, following the same path that he’d traced before.

You had a white-knuckled grip on your blankets and you were praying that no one could hear the wanton noises that were emitting from where Billy’s lips were now suckling at your cunt. You nearly sobbed when he prodded at your entrance with his middle finger, he groaned into you when he was met with little resistance.

He pulled back for only a moment to admire his handiwork, “Look at how badly you needed me, Baby. You’re taking me so well.”

You keened for his praise, whining at his words and for the pet name that had fallen with surprising affection from his lips.

Billy’s eyes rolled back and he moaned into you when he pulled your clit between his teeth and you replaced your grip from the blankets to his hair. With each harsh tug, he could feel you grinding yourself against his face and he used the motion to rut against the side of your bed for some relief.

You could feel a familiar heat in your belly and you didn’t have time to tell Billy before he tapped your outer thigh. A frustrated groan began to leave your lips, but was immediately taken over by a sharp gasp and your tensing at Billy sliding another finger into you.

He slowly pumped the two digits in and out, and found it very hard to not imagine that it was his cock disappearing into you, filling you up and making you twice as breathless as you were now.

As Billy gained speed and rhythm, you could feel the build again, the slow lapping ripples of your pleasure churning into tidal waves that you could drown in.

Your vision went white when Billy curled those two fingers and hit a spot that had your legs tensing around his head. He grinned pridefully at that, shouldering your thighs apart again and focusing solely on hitting that spot with the same depth and speed.

He knew you were reaching your peak, and if not from how you were fluttering around his fingers then it was definitely because you’d removed one hand from his hair to clasp over your mouth and quell the some the moans that were egging him on.

Your body tensed, thighs attempting to squeeze Billy’s broad shoulders as he worked you through your orgasm and licked the mess he made from your sensitive cunt.

He held them apart until you whimpered and his grip loosened, his mouth reluctantly pulling back from you and he looked like he had to convince himself to not just stare at the place where he’d just been. He stood, rubbing down your thigh before turning to your closet to find one of his other abandoned shirts and returning to wipe you clean of his spit and your cum.

You whined at the over stimulation and he apologized, tossing the shirt into your hamper when he finished. You could complain to him about that tomorrow but for now, you were sated and you could feel yourself getting drowsy.

“Don’t knock out on me yet, Hot-stuff,” Billy said, tugging the shirt he was wearing earlier over your head. When it was fully on you, he held your chin between his fingers, pulling you to look into his eyes, “I’ll be right back, turn on a channel that isn’t boring.”

You nodded lazily, watching him intently as he strode out of your room to what you assumed would be the bathroom. He’d somehow managed to slip into sweats while tending to you post earth shattering orgasm, but you decided not to linger too long on thoughts of Billy’s half naked body and flip through the channels on the television.

When Billy returned, his face was flushed and he had the same hazy look in your eyes that you did. You playfully swatted at his chest when he laid down beside you after turning out your lights.

“What the fuck was that for?” he questioned, eyes wide at the harmless attack.

“Did you just fucking jerk off in my bathroom?” you replied, slightly whisper-yelling at him.

“Um, fucking duh, (Y/N). What else was I supposed to do? I was hard as hell, that shit hurt.”

His genuine incredulous look had you snorting at him in bemusement and smirking with a snicker, “Aren’t we friends, Billy?”

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed and he cautiously settled beside you again and wrapping an arm around you to grab a candy from the nightstand. He popped it in his mouth and dropped his arm to lay at your waist before replying with his cheek full, “Best friends apparently.”