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It’s been a while since this too Omg

FIC: Trust in Us

Summary: You find out that Billy’s put a private security detail on you when your security ends up reporting to him that you’ve been meeting with someone else.

This fic gives a little reference to my other fic Dreams and Reality. I low key have become super obsessed with writing Billy and writing Confrontational conversations LOL. I hope you guys are enjoying it, I’m new to all this so thank you so much for all your likes, reblogs and responses. It means a lot.

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“We’re not going to talk about it.”

“Yeah fucking right.” Billy snapped back. He slammed your apartment door shut, following close behind you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You replied ignoring him toeing off your shoes, dumping your keys in the bowl beside the door. You were 5 minutes away from packing a bag and telling him to fuck off for a few days.

He just managed to piss you off in every fucking way possible and you were damned if you were going to let him win. Maybe this would teach him a lesson. Maybe you’d make him suffer in silence because if anything, you knew that Billy needed some sort of reassurance right now, and at the moment you didn’t give a shit about giving him that.

His deranged mind could go ahead and make up all the shit in the world, you could care less about it after what he did.

“You’re going to fucking explain right now.” He glowered at you like some sort of animal, coming closer.

You patted his chest seeming calm but internally enraged. “No. I don’t think I will.” You gave him your fakest smile. You were going to pack that bag, because if anything his obnoxious questioning was about to drive you off the rails.

You turned to walk away, but really you should’ve known better then that. You should’ve known that this wasn’t going to slide with Billy fucking Russo. You thought maybe his ass would realize that he was in the wrong and that he’d leave you the hell alone to cool off, but of course that wasn’t Billy’s style, especially when he felt threatened that what was his was being taken away.

Whatever rational thinking he had would always go down the drain and all that goes through his mind is to be a territorial prick. Normally you didn’t let it affect you as much, you knew who Billy was when you began your relationship. You even knew the backstory of it all. He was possessive and absolutely did not like to share. Jealousy and Russo just went hand in hand.

Normally you handled it well. It obviously drove you insane sometimes, but a jealous Billy was also one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed, you probably needed a therapist with how much it turned you on. It typically would result in the best sex of your life—but this time— this time it was different.

Billy grabbed your arm and turned you around, your front pressed against the wall, your back against him. You had to fight your body’s reaction to him pressed tightly against you in all the right ways. You could feel every bit of him and right now you wanted to curse yourself, because all you wanted to do was drag your body against him like some fucking cat.

You could feel his hardness from behind you as one hand held you tight against him trapping you further into the wall, and the other wrapped around your neck. He pulled your head closer to his, grinding on you once before he bent to whisper in your ear, his voice furious in your reluctance to give him what he wanted.

“Who the fuck was he?” He wanted to fuck the answer out of you. To bury himself so deep inside so that he was the only man you’d ever remember, the only man you’d ever think about.

“My real boyfriend.” You told him sarcastically knowingly riling him up. You could feel the jealousy and anger seep out of him in waves. You pushed against him to release you, but he held you tight burrowing his face in your neck—inhaling—before turning you around roughly to face him.

Oh shit. His eyes were dark, almost fully black and he was completely and absolutely enraged. His body was filled with tension and he glared at you pulling your body impossibly closer. He twisted your hair in his hands, grasping your head, holding you in place, “Don’t fucking play with me Y/N,” he growled out.

“Fuck you.” You growled right back, it might not have been the smartest thing to antagonize Billy right now but you didn’t care if he was angry as hell, he violated your trust.

Despite how seriously infuriated he was, he had the fucking nerve to smirk to you, “Oh you will. And you’ll only ever be fucking me.” His hand travelled up the length of your body knowingly—like only he had the right too—and of course your body betrayed you as it arched for his touch, searching for him.

His stupid smirk triggered you and managed to piss you off even more and your sole purpose in this moment was to wipe it off. “Well I’m not so sure about that anymore.”

Oh fuck.

The words were out of your mouth and you could sense the instant shift. You knew you were pushing him to his limit right now, but he’s never made you so mad before.

His head snapped back to tower over you, his smirk wiped away instantly and instead he turned into something feral. “You’re going to fucking regret that.” His eyes glaring at you, looking like he was going to bloody murder, and you knew that he was thinking of exactly what you were saying. He was thinking of you with some other guy. Your words made there way slowly through him, poisoning him, until it consumed him.

His hands grew tighter on you and he lifted you up and crashed his lips onto yours into what can only be described as the most dominant kiss of your life. Your tongues tangled in anger, fighting for dominance, and you didn’t know why the hell you were giving into this— the possessiveness that screamed out of him in that moment drove you both wild. His hands traced your body reclaiming it, his mouth travelled from your mouth down to your neck as you panted. You moaned so loudly when he found that spot on your neck and he bit down hard on it, sucking on it leaving his mark, as your hips bucked into him. “You are fucking mine.” He wanted to mark you everywhere.

His hand made its way back to the side of your head and he pulled you forward to look at him, “No one is ever going to fucking touch you but me.” His other hand grazed the front of you under your dress. You groaned loudly, his words making you clench for him.

“I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you.” He watched you, his eyes filled with lust and possession as he touched you—your face filled with pleasure for him—and him alone.

He was going to take you and make you fucking beg for him.

“Do you understand?” You were just about to nod your head like the good fucking girl he wanted you to be—but his tone—the arrogance in his tone passed through you and everything came crashing down again.

You shook your head “No!”

It was like cold water was thrown onto you and you bucked wildly against him—freeing yourself from his grasp. Your legs moved you far way from him, your breathing shallow and your heart racing.

You needed distance.

Distance was good. Distance meant you could think clearly and not do exactly what your body and your heart wanted, which was to let him finish exactly what he intended.

And Billy.

Billy didn’t like that. His hands fisted and clenched tightly in attempt to control himself from reaching out for you again. His patience and control was thrown out the window. He wasn’t going to let you get away. You belonged with him and he didn’t give a shit about what problems arise, you were going to deal with it and move on.

“Y/n,” he condescendingly called out. It irked you to no end.

“You broke my trust, Billy.” You whispered. You couldn’t believe him. “Not only did you break my trust but then you practically accuse me of cheating on you.”

He stalked forward slowly, like an animal targeting his prey. “I broke your trust?” He asked disbelievingly.

“Yes! Yes you fucking broke my trust!” You yelled, finally losing it. Was he this fucking obtuse? “Are we being serious right now? You had one of your men tracking me for I don’t know how fucking long, and the only way I found out was because he told you I was out with another guy.”

“I didn’t break shit. I had one of my men watch you for protection.” He growled out, coming closer as you backed away. “If you weren’t so fucking stubborn I would have told you but you’re so hellbent on thinking that nothing will ever touch you.”

You looked at him in disbelief, too angry to be hurt by his words. “I don’t need a bodyguard Billy, you’re wasting someone’s time on me. And that’s beside the point, you could have told me.”

“I need you safe dammit!” He snapped back sharply, his last vivid dream about you was not something he took lightly, “I needed to make sure that you were safe, because some days I worry…..some fucking days I feel…I feel that the deep shit that I was in will somehow catch up to me, and that you’ll be taken away from me.”

“Billy—“ you protested. His fear of something happening to you intensified since his dream, but you wouldn’t let him use his fear against you. He couldn’t treat you like this in the name of ‘fear’. He was so worked up, you wanted to console him—but you couldn’t.

Not yet.

“No. You’re the only good thing that’s come out of anything and I’ll fucking die before that shit comes back to bite.” He followed you every step you took. Like a moth to a flame, it was never ending.

Your chest ached. You were more then aware of his shit with Rawlins and of all the shit he did to get out of it. You got were his fears came from but you pushed it away for the hurt you still felt at everything that he did.

Just because he felt a certain way didn’t mean he could just do things without telling you. You were supposed to be a unit.

A fucking team.

“Fine Billy, I get it. I get that to a certain level, but that still doesn’t mean it’s okay. You could’ve told me and I would’ve gotten it.” You sighed tired of this. “What I don’t get though is my privacy being breached. What I don’t get is why who I’m with is being reported about?”

He swallowed tightly, the bitterness in his tone and expression not lost on you. “I didn’t fucking ask for that. I just asked for a fucking update, and he told me that you were out to lunch again with some guy in his 30s, and then— then I asked.” His eyes were filled with betrayal.

His heart clenched in hurt and anger. He was yours in every single possible way and you were fucking his. But were you done with him? Did you not want to rip the world apart at the thought of him possibly getting together with another woman, like you just did with this—this other piece of shit? Did you not burn for him the same way he burned for you? Did you finally realize that he was so fucked up and that you deserved someone normal? Someone fucking better. He hated these thoughts.

“Your security told me it’s been multiple times in the past 2 weeks,” he continued, the thought of you with this guy plaguing his mind it drove him crazy. “You failed to fucking mention him to me before, especially since it hasn’t been a one time meeting— so I’m going to ask again— Who. Was. He?” He spat out like the asshole he really was.

“Oh my god Billy, he was a fucking friend! A friend that reached out to me because he was in town for a funeral.” You snapped at him finished with this game. “You forget that I had a life before you and that unlike you, I didn’t sleep with most of my friends of the opposite sex.”

You backed yourself into a wall again and he trapped you, keeping you there. He wouldn’t let you run from him again. He ignored your jab at him and reached for you, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You scoffed, “I didn’t tell you because we’ve been busy, it slipped my mind and I honestly didn’t think it was a big deal. And of course you didn’t think to ask me—just like the security guard— you just walk in with stupid assumptions. After everything, how could you honestly think I’d cheat on you?” You were so freaking angry and hurt. He was a insane jerk sometimes but you loved him; And after all this time, through thick and thin, did he really think that you would do that to him?

He reached for you and you finally let him, your arms still hugging your chest. He held your face in his hands, your foreheads inches away. The guilt finally made its way present and he was ashamed for making you feel like this. “Never. It’s— I can’t deal with losing you. And I can’t help but wonder if or when you’ll realize that you deserve fucking better then me.” He spoke loathing, his eyes clenched shut. His jealousy and his own childhood insecurities playing it’s part. Nobody loved him enough to stay and you were too good to be true.

“Billy we can’t do this if we don’t trust each other. Okay?” His hands moved to clutch your lower back pulling you to him. Yours caressed his face. He kissed the inside of your hand in agreement. “And the same goes for the protection detail. I’m not in the ballpark yet about it and we can talk about it more, but you need to trust me to tell me these things or else this isn’t going to work.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you.” He whispered as if the world couldn’t hear him be soft. And only you could. “You’re my world and I’m sorry for fucking it up over and over again.” Apologies were never Billy’s strong suit and he could probably count on one hand how many times he’d done it. Even with you, he’d never apologize for going out of his way to keep you safe but he had wronged you— and It was with you, only you, he’d only ever felt the need to say it.

You nodded feeling that weight off your chest, Billy’s hands clutched your sides tight as if he were holding on for dear life. “Billy. I’m yours. Nothing— nothing is going to change that.” He craved that reassurance, craved for you to be only his and you’d give him that.

You pressed your lips to his lightly and his one hand cupped the back of your neck pulling you in, devouring you like it was his last time. His tongue thrusted into your mouth, moving desperately against yours. “I’m yours.” You moaned against his mouth. He grabbed your ass and hoisted you up. His eyes dark with lust and fixed on you as if deciding if he should devour you or torture you for before.

Your words from earlier had never left him and he was going to make you pay for it. He needed everything and more from you, He needed to fuck you and claim you as his again and again. He needed to hear you scream his name over and over again. He needed those words to be fucking taken back, and to make you needy and breathless and desperate for him and him alone.

“Again.” He growled his fingers teasing you, his mouth fixed on marking you all over your chest. You were in for a long fucking night.

“I’m yours.” You groaned as your hands pulled on his hair pulling his mouth closer to you.

“You’re mine.” He growled over and over again. “Only mine.” He was going to make you never forget it.

#billy russo x y/n

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