#billie mitchell

[mercurygray]

I don’t know if you’re still accepting prompts but if you are could I get a Ron and Billie Jealous au for your brand of brothers fic? Or one where Ron leaves his wife for Billie (I know it’s messy but babe I love drama and I need angst)

I'm so sorry this took so long, Maddie! I went in a slightly different direction with this, but it's a scene I've been meaning to write for a while - the two of them meeting post-war and post-everything.

Hawaii was supposed to be nice, this time of year.

That was what all the travel adverts said, anyway - not that Billie would get much of a chance to see it. Airline stewardesses didn't make enough to take a week away on the beach - an overnight in the airport hotel, perhaps a daiquiri in the bar, and then it was straight back out the next morning, listening to all those eager vacationers asking how she'd liked the sand and the surf.

But despite those setbacks Billie could honestly say that she liked her job. The pay was good, and the hours weren't terrible, and she could say that she'd been to some fabulous places over the last five years - up to and including not spending any time at home in Philadelphia with her mother, who would keep wondering aloud when she was going to get married. When are you going to meet someone, her mother kept asking. Surely there are single men on planes.

What, you mean all of those bored businessmen looking for a little heavy petting away from home? Those single men? Those were the only kind she met these days - unless you were talking about the pilots, who were just as bad at keeping commitments.

No, she wasn't going to meet anyone here, and that was just the way she liked it. At present she had no obligations and nothing to tie her down, and that was just the way she liked it, too. Billie fixed on her face in the forward galley and made her way down the aisle, offering to help 7B with her bag, and to find a souvenir plane for the little boy in 12C.

There was laughter, a few rows back - a group of officers in class As, crusher caps and all, each with an identical briefcase and a smile that only got wider as she walked by. Hawaii was probably only a stopover for them - one night at the airbase and then on to Japan. Five years ago they wouldn't have been laughing about this flight - but five years was a long time. Billie tried to move by, brushing by the one joker who was still loitering in the aisle.

"And how about you, gorgeous?" he asked with a grin. "Are you free when we get there?"

One born every minute. "Terribly sorry, gentlemen, but I have other plans."

"Aw, but are they more fun than us?" his friend asked, rising from his own seat to block her in a moment, taking one hand and wrapping his free arm around her waist, his hand resting casually on her ass. "Maybe some drinks and dancing?"

Billie felt her blood rising, felt the urge to clench her fist and punch him square in the gut starting to pick up speed. She'd be allowed, if she were somewhere else. But stewardesses had to be cleverer with their jabs. She was just mustering her very best smile when someone spoke behind her.

"Is there going to be a problem here, Captain?"

Immediately the hands dropped - and Billie's face did, too. I know that voice. "No, Major Speirs, sir. Of course not."

And then there was another man behind her, looming. "When you speak to a lady, you call her ma'am." She took a deep breath, and turned around, only to come face to face with the same familiar dark eyes she knew she'd find. "Miss Mitchell."

It was a good thing the other man had called attention to his rank, because she wouldn't have been able to see it. She was too busy looking at him. "Major Speirs." And it took every ounce of strength she had not to call him Ron, because here he was, and exactly as she remembered, and the way his voice wrapped itself around her core felt as though it were only yesterday that they'd been in bed together, chuckling over shared cigarettes.

And one of his men had been feeling her up, and he looked spitting mad about it. Or at least, as mad as Ron ever looked, which was to say he had a kind of fire behind his eyes that you wouldn't notice until it burned you.

A bell rang overhead for the captain to speak, and everyone resumed their seats - and now those eyes were following her through the whole plane.

Billie knew how she looked to men in her uniform- the pencil skirt, cut to display a tight derriere and a fine pair of legs, the tailored coat with its bracelet sleeves, the pert hat over perfect hair. But she was unsure, now, how she looked to him. Did he like tight skirts, or the look of her calves in seamed stockings and heels? Was the way she dressed her hair now still attractive? Or did he only love the woman in fatigues with her unwashed hair in a braid, the one he could ask, laughing, Has anyone told you today you're beautiful?

She didn't know. And she wasn't sure she could stand the answer if she asked.

The captain turned the loudspeaker on, mentioning the gateway, and taxiing, and takeoff, and everyone took their seats and put their seatbelts on, and the engine roared them down the jetway. Billie's stomach was already in her mouth.

Ron Speirs. On her airplane.

It wasn't quite a full flight to Hawaii - eager vacationers, anxious for the sun, businessmen talking rice and pineapple and a dozen other commodities, and the small contingent of officers, all of whom seemed to have learned their lesson the first time and refrained from saying more than two words to her as she went by. All of them - and Ron.

She brought the cart around for drinks, tidied away newspapers and magazines, and studiously avoided him until she was doing the second round of drink service and he flagged her down. The seat next to him was empty, taken up by a briefcase and his own crusher cap - the privileges of rank.

"Billie, please. Stay a moment."

"I have a job to do."

"I'll take coffee."

She poured it without thinking, straight black, nothing in it, just the same way he'd always drunk it during the war, and set the cup down in front of him. "Some cream and sugar, please," he said, and she stared for a moment before realizing what it was he was doing - creating a reason for her to stay.

"So they promoted you," she said, taking her time with the sugar. "I didn't know if you'd stay in."

"I didn't have a reason to get out," he said, and as she set the cup down and he steadied it on his table she noticed his hand was bare - no ring. "We…separated," he offered, quietly. "There was …someone who needed her more." The casual way he said it nearly broke her. "I see one of us did all right, though," he said, smiling as he gestured to the diamond solitaire on her own hand. "Who's the lucky fellow?"

She looked down at the ring like she'd forgotten it was there - because she had forgotten she had it on. Her hand clenched like that would somehow hide it. "Oh, he - he doesn't exist. Sometimes it helps with - deterrence."

"And what do you tell them about him, when they ask?"

I tell them that he's very handsome, and we met during the war, and that he's a captain in the army. "Oh, this and that. Pretty lies." She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"I am, too." He glanced up at her with a brief smile, as if he were somehow afraid to hold her eye. "Do they give you some time for fun, after these long hauls?"

"Not much," she admitted. "But I can smell the sea, from the airport hotel, and that's usually good enough."

"They have me at the airport, too," he said vaguely. "Army travel budgets."

Down the aisle, someone else gestured, and she replaced the coffee on her cart. "Don't let me keep you," he offered, and she continued on down the row.

15C needed a gin and tonic with less emphasis on the tonic and more emphasis on the gin, and as she poured, her eyes glanced backwards down the aisle, catching a glimpse of dark eyes leaning slightly to the left, watching her from behind his hand with a different kind of fire, his coffee untouched in front of him.

Hawaii was nice, this time of year - if you had time to see any of it, that is. But five years was a long time.

(She was just hanging up her uniform when there was a knock at the door, and a pair of dark, fiery eyes behind it - tie loose, very sober. He looked her in the eye with longing. "Has anyone told you today you're beautiful?")

#asked and answered #maddiethefashionista #billie mitchell #ron speirs x oc #tds cinematic universe

[barbieaemond]

requested by @hoosbandewan -> Ewan's characters smiling

+ BONUS: unhinged war criminal

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #billy taylor #billy washington #osferth #tom bennett #genyen #abraham #barbieaemondgifs #hotd #tlk #house of the dragon #world on fire #the last kingdom #ewan nation #will #salad days

[terrorofthetrident]

“Every job I do, I’m always trying to hone my craft and develop new skills to add to my arsenal. Every job I do is like an apprenticeship because I never went to drama school. I’m learning on my feet.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EWAN MITCHELL!

⇢March 8, 1997

#happy birthday to the loml who’s an insanely talented actor 🫶 #ewan mitchell #billy taylor #billy washington #ettore #tom bennett #osferth #michael gavey #aemond targaryen #edit #recycling the bday post i made for ewan last year but with different shots <3 #except this time i left out genyen and added michael #we have one new ewan role since last march hoping we have another by next year :) #edit: it’s supposedly not maybe anymore!!!!

[valeskafics]

"The Losers Club" - Billy Washington x Reader x Michael Gavey

a/n: dedicating this to @officerbrowneyes and @helaelaemond who i regularly scream at in dm's because of these two assholes 🩷

Summary: A night out with two of your best friends turns into something else when you take pity on them and give them a taste of what they've always wanted.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, sexual harassment (not by any of the main characters), unprotected sex, double penetration, p in v sex, anal sex, fingering, oral m receiving, oral f receiving, handjob, tiddy succin, if i missed anything lmk, men whimpering 🩷

Word Count: 2,575 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Trigger Point or Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

You think you might just go insane if you have to listen to another moment of Billy and Michael bitching to each other about how girls only go for assholes. Michael drones on and on about the plethora of “vapid cunts” at Oxford while Billy only has his ex, Becky, to complain about. You stare at both of them, nonplussed, as you sip at your nearly untouched glass of wine. Though part of you wishes you were less responsible so you could’ve been drunk for this conversation.

“You know, you could always just approach girls like a normal person,” you drawl, interrupting Michael before he can go off on a tangent about some poor agoraphobic girl at his uni. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the reason she remains inside, prick that he is, “You two just sit there, whining to each other about how girls never notice guys like you when the fact of the matter is, you’re too busy feeling sorry for yourselves to actually try dating.”

The two blink at you owlishly for a long moment before Michael blurts out, “And you’re one of those high and mighty prissy girls who thinks she’s too good for anyone!”

You roll your eyes, “Fuck’s sake, why do I even bother with you two? You know, if I was a nicer person, I might have pity fucked the pair of you just to shut you up, but alas, I’m not. So you can continue sitting there, whining like a couple of impotent jerks, while I go and try to mingle.”

Billy watches you as you walk toward the bar, chatting up the handsome bartender, that gorgeous smile on your face that always has him feeling a bit hot under the collar, only snapping out of his trance when Michael declares that he’s going to take a slash and that Billy should order him another drink. Billy cringes at Michael’s words, though both of you are quite used to his abrasive manner of speaking by now. He picks up your purse that you’ve left at the booth the three of you laid claim to, not wanting to risk it getting stolen, as he approaches where you stand at the bar to order Michael’s drink.

It’s then that he hears the absolute bullshit the man beside you is spewing, speaking about you in a foul, objectifying manner while you simply stare blankly ahead, trying to ignore the inebriated fucker.

“Mate, I think you’ve bothered my girlfriend enough,” Billy says, stepping between the two of you.

It’s a tried and true tactic. Though Billy may not be particularly scary looking, guys like this often fuck right off if someone else shows up, claiming to be your boyfriend. You hate living in a society where this is a necessity, but you give your friend a quick smile of thanks. Billy’s quite a bit taller than the man who’s bothering you, but that doesn’t seem to deter him in the least as he continues trying to grab at you, whispering into your ear. You scowl, turning around, ready to give him a piece of your mind when Michael shoves his way between the two of you, an impish little smile on his face as he kisses your cheek, saying that he’s sorry for keeping you both waiting.

You shake your head at him, biting back a laugh as he and Billy stand on either side of you, glaring down your pesky companion until he mumbles, calling you a slag, and storms away, clearly disappointed that he’s going to be going home with no one beside his right hand tonight. 

Billy seems to be thinking the same thing as you, considering he calls out, “Try using your left hand tonight for some variety, mate!”

You burst into laughter, looking between the two boys with a grin on your face, “My knights in shining armor to the rescue. How will I ever repay you?” Billy blushes while Michael opens his mouth to say something that’ll no doubt offend you, so you quickly silence him by placing a finger on his lips, smirking to yourself at the way he too is blushing now, “Maybe a kiss?”

Billy is utterly floored, rambling something or the other about how you don’t need to feel obligated, how he was just doing what any good friend would do. You’re not an idiot, it’s no secret that Michael and Billy are both pathetically attracted to you, hell, maybe even in love with you. You’re not a person who’ll put on false airs of modesty and act like you don’t know what they see in you. You’re sexy, you’re confident, and you’re their friend. That’s more than enough to have them hooked.

While Billy shies away, Michael shows no such qualms, turning his cheek, waiting for his kiss expectantly. But you, cheeky minx that you are, decide to give him more than he expected, taking his face in your hands and turning him to face you before pressing your lips to his own. You feel so soft and warm against him, your lips moving so very sensually that he feels like he might explode from wanting you so badly, especially when your fingertips move down to trace his jaw, then his throat. And when you break away, all he can do is stare as you pull Billy into a kiss next, this one a bit more intense than yours with Michael’s. Your hands move to tug at Billy’s hair, nails scratching at his scalp in a way that has him moaning pathetically, hands grabbing at your hips to hold you against him.

When you finally pull away, both boys can do nothing but stare at you in wonder, Michael being the one to finally break the silence as he questions, “What was that all about then?”

You give him a cheeky smile, tapping his nose with the tip of your finger, “For a smart boy, you’re a bit oblivious. Look, I know both of you want me. I know you have for a long time. So, tonight, I’m going to let you have just what it is you’ve been pining after for so long.”

Billy and Michael look at each other, eyes wide with surprise. This isn’t actually happening, is it? It’s not possible. You, their childhood friend who is so entirely out of their league, are willing to give them a taste? They have to be dreaming. And yet, you just give them a little smirk of yours, gesturing for them to follow you out of the pub and to the car park.

It takes everything in Billy and Michael not to fucking jump you the moment they get into your flat. You take off your jacket, hanging it on your sofa before glancing back at them over your shoulder. It’s one of those lazy little grins, so casual and yet so very enticing, that it almost drives them insane as they trail after you toward your bedroom.

“If you were a cartoon, your tongue would be wagging,” Michael snarks at Billy as he tries to shove past him.

Billy scowls, “Yeah? Fuck off, Michael, it’s not like you’re any better.”

“Boys,” you call out from your room, your voice a low, soft purr, so tantalizing to their ears, “There’s enough of me to share, just get in here.”

That’s enough to make them drop their argument and shove their way into your room, each trying to be the first one in. However, as they try to get in, they end up tripping and falling to the floor in a heap, glowering at each other, ready to bicker again, only to be interrupted by you clearing your throat.

There you are, laying on your bed, head propped up on your hand, your gorgeous body on display for them, covered only by a lacy black bra and thong. You giggle at the way their jaws drop and beckon them toward you with a curved finger. The three of you sit at the foot of your bed, Billy to your left and Michael to your right. You turn to Billy, pulling him into a searing kiss as you palm at Michael’s hard-on, reveling in the moans of your name he lets out, loud and unabashed in his desire for you. Afterward, you switch, palming at Billy while you kiss Michael, loving the way he groans your name, teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he bucks up against your hand pathetically.

And when you pull back, you feel like the most powerful, beautiful woman alive when both boys begin kissing at your neck desperately, Billy’s large palm splaying over your thigh while Michael’s hand rests on your lower back. They each nip at your neck, wanting to leave their mark, the soft noises of pleasure you make urging them on as the three of you fall back onto the bed. You pull back and demand that they both get rid of their clothes, watching with amusement as they scramble to their feet, nearly falling over in their haste as their shirts, jeans, and boxers come off in a flurry of movement. You lay on your stomach, gazing at them and trying not to laugh, legs crossed at the ankle, looking every bit the temptress they know you to be.

You sit up on your knees, feeling quite vindicated by the fact that both Billy and Michael are already hard for you, biting your lip as you glance between them before taking Billy into your mouth, placing your soft hand on Michael’s cock, tugging at it gently as you nod up at Billy, urging him to fuck your mouth. He seems unsure at first, hesitant, but soon, Billy begins rocking his hips against you, panting at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his cock, your tongue moving along him, the sloppy, wet noises falling from your lips. Michael can feel himself getting close to his end pathetically quickly, trying not to cum too fast, trying to recite pi from memory in his head, though your soft hand and the sight of your lips wrapped around Billy’s cock are too much to handle. You move faster and faster, your thumb moving along the thick vein running along the underside of his length, the feeling make him stutter out an “Oh my fucking God” as he spills himself against your hand. You take Billy all the way into your throat, eyes tearing up slightly as you gaze up at him and moan around him, the sensation of which sends him over the edge as well. 

You glance between the two before laying back, parting your legs, “While we wait for you to get ready for the main event, I think you two should get me nice and ready.”

Oh my God.

Michael shoves past Billy, moving to sit on his haunches between your thighs and begins desperately mouthing at your cunt over the fabric of your thong. You smirk down at him, running a hand through his hair, cooing words of encouragement, every “good boy” spurring him on as he moves your underwear to the side, suckling at your clit greedily, completely intoxicated by the taste of you. Billy stands there awkwardly for a moment, only for you to grab him by the hand to lay down beside you. You kiss him softly, taking his large hand, bringing it to your pussy, urging him to use those long fingers of his on you. While Michael suckles at your pearl, Billy’s fingers begin pumping in and out of you. You squeeze around him so fucking tight, your pussy feeling like heaven to him as he continues moving faster and faster. Michael gropes at the flesh of your ass, holding your thighs apart, allowing him and Billy to continue pleasuring you, moaning at the feeling of you bucking your hips up against him.

“Such good boys for me,” you murmur as Billy undoes your bra, taking one of your tits into his mouth, his stubble tickling your sensitive skin, “Fuck, so good for me.”

Michael gazes up at you, holding eye contact as your thighs begin to shake when Billy finds that rough patch deep inside of you, rubbing at it faster and faster until you spill yourself on his fingers. You watch as he brings them to his lips, moaning as he licks them clean.

“Please let me eat you out next time?” Billy begs, “Please?”

You nod, kissing Michael as he crawls back over you, tasting yourself on his tongue. Billy continues mouthing at your breast, both of them rutting their hips against you as they work their way back to being fully hard, wanting nothing more than to take you.

“Billy, lay on your side behind me,” you order while turning to Michael, “And you in front of me, Michael.”

“Do you need-”

You cut Billy off quickly, I have an IUD… Just use your fingers first and get me ready, yeah?”

He nods eagerly, pushing two fingers inside your puckered hole, past the tight ring of muscles, stretching you to prepare you for his cock, curving his fingers slightly, loving the way you squeeze around him. Michael, meanwhile, runs his cock along your center, breath coming quick and shallow before he finally begins pushing his cock inside you, whining at how fucking wet and tight you are as he pushes in, inch by inch, sheathing himself in you fully. He stretches you out so perfectly, you can’t help but mewl his name. You feel Billy remove his fingers, the head of his cock pressing against you as he slowly pushes inside you. The feeling of being stretched open by both of them, filled by both of them at once, is almost too much, but when they begin moving, one thrusting after the other, all you can do is moan, pressed between the two boys who you care about so much.

As you squeeze around them, you hear both of them letting out the sweetest little whimpers, gasps of surprises, as the three of you bask in your shared pleasure. You can feel your entire body going taught as Billy holds your hips in place, bucking his own against you gently, enough to give you pleasure but careful not to hurt you, while Michael’s rutting it more desperate, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face as he whines your name. You move your fingers to circle your clit, feeling closer and closer to the edge. Michael reaches his peak before you, spilling himself inside of you, eyes going wide, rolling back as he lays back on the bed, giving you a cocky little smile. You smile back at him, watching as he replaces your hand with his own, fingers circling your clit as you reach your peak, crying out Billy’s name, then his as you do, Billy spilling himself soon after with a low moan of your name.

The implications for your friendship remain uncertain, but what is certain is this. You’ve never felt more loved or cared for than you do laying between these two, each snuggled up at your side as they murmur how amazing that was, how much they adore you.

“You’re in the Losers Club now,” Billy teases affectionately.

“I was always in the Losers Club,” you tease him back, kissing his nose gently, then Michael’s cheek, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#michael gavey x reader #michael gavey x you #billy washington x reader #billy washington x you #michael gavey #billy washington #billy washington imagine #billy washington x y/n #billy washington trigger point #my writing #billy washington smut #billy washington fanfiction #billy washington x fem!reader #ewan mitchell #trigger point #billy washington oneshot #michael gavey smut #michael gavey fic #saltburn fanfiction #saltburn fic #michael gavey fanfic #michael oneshot

[myfandomprompts]

#for science

#usermyfandomprompts #ewan mitchell #billy washington #aemond targaryen #tom bennett #aemond #world on fire #wof #lips #hotd #trigger point #ewan mitchell lips #actor appreciation #talented #house of the dragon #yoshi sound in the background #ewan nation #twitter people I see you not credit Tumblr gifs #its ok but allow people to discover Tumblr at least

[hoosbandewan]

#presented without comment lol #ewan mitchell #billy taylor #the halcyon #the halcyon itv #ewan mitchell edit

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Where’s the lie though?

#house of the dragon #world on fire #the last kingdom #trigger point #aemond targaryen #tom bennett #osferth #ewan mitchell #billy washington

[aegonx]

“Every job I do, I’m always trying to hone my craft and develop new skills to add to my arsenal. Every job I do is like an apprenticeship because I never went to drama school. I’m learning on my feet.”

Happy birthday, Ewan!

#bymiranda #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #dailyhotdgifs #usersili #hotdedit #ewan mitchell #blackandwhiteedit #billy washington #billy taylor #osferth #abraham #tom bennett

[kckt88]

Man has a jawline for days.. 🥰😍😘

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #osferth #billy washington

[thecruel]

TRIGGER POINT 1.02

#billy washington #trigger point #ewan mitchell #these series are so funny like they really blew up my boy like that #so very unserious #gif

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Lonely This Christmas

Pairing: Billy Washington (Trigger Point) x f!reader Warnings: Dark and obsessive behaviour, stalking, smut, dubious consent. Word count: ~4.5k

Summary: On a rare occasion when her and Billy both find themselves home for Christmas at the same time, they admit they've always fancied each other. However, as things develop between them, she soon realises that for Billy it's something much more sinister than a harmless crush. Based on this request.

Author's note: For my darling @heimtathurs. I don't have a tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

She walks up the pathway to the front door, the combination of the bitter cold and the handles of the plastic carrier bag cutting into her flesh causing her fingers to sting painfully. The cans in the bag clank noisily against each other as she jostles it from one hand to the other, raising her fist to knock at the door. Her breath comes in hot, cloudy puffs as she shifts from foot to foot, relief flooding through her as she sees the silhouette of her best friend, Lana, appear through the glass in the door.

“Let me in then!” She grumbles, pushing past and handing Lana the bag, once the door is open. “It’s bloody freezing out there!”

It’s December 23rd, and time for her and Lana’s annual tradition of Christmas Eve Eve film night - a ritual that they’ve managed to keep alive since they first met in secondary school, though as the years have passed their taste in films has matured and they can now sit and openly drink beer, instead of needing to sneak a bottle of MD 20:20 back and forth between them beneath a duvet, like they did as teenagers.

The location never changes - always at Lana’s parents’ house - even now that she’s moved out, she always comes home for two weeks over the festive period, and like clockwork the two of them sit on the sofa the evening before Christmas Eve and stare at the TV until they can no longer keep their eyes open.

She shrugs off her coat as she moves through the hallway, into the living room, the warmth from the central heating causing her skin to prickle with the pleasant rise in temperature. Rolling her eyes as she spies the DVD case for Die Hard on the coffee table, she sits heavily down on the sofa, kicking her shoes off and tucking her legs beneath her.

“We watched this last year,” she says to Lana, who follows a few paces behind, having deposited the contents of the bag into the fridge in the kitchen, “It’s not even a Christmas film!”

“It’s set at Christmas, so it’s a Christmas film,” Lana shoots back, handing her a can of Stella, before flopping down beside her and cracking open her own. “And Bruce Willis in that vest? I’m gripped.”

She snorts a laugh, opening her own beer and taking a deep sip, enjoying the way the coolness of the bitter liquid fizzes against her tongue.

“How’ve you been anyway? Your mum and dad not in?”

Lana swallows and pokes at the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “Nah, they’re out for the evening, think they could use a break since face-ache moved back in. I’ve only been back here a few days and he’s already doing my head in.”

She feels her cheeks heat up at the mention of Billy. She’d met Lana’s younger brother when he’d started at the same secondary school as them and, although he was a couple of years below them, she’d always thought he was cute. He was tall, if a little on the lanky side, and his floppy blonde hair and big blue eyes instantly attracted her to him. She’d kept the fact that she fancied him to herself though, feeling it was inappropriate to lust after her best mate’s brother, especially a younger brother.

As the years had passed, Billy’s seemingly permanent cheeky smile had faded into a persistent look of misery. He’d done badly at school, left with failing grades and been rejected each time he’d tried to apply to join the army.

Meanwhile, Lana had flourished, leaving school with a handful of As and Bs. She’d enrolled at college, before enlisting in the army and from there her career in the police force had taken off. She’d moved away from home, had a place of her own and had made her parents proud.

Billy, on the other hand, had struggled with chronic unemployment, eventually falling in with an alt right group who had set him up for a potential terrorist attack. He’d barely escaped the explosion on Cranstead Gardens, and had never really pulled himself back together afterwards. His relationship with his long-term girlfriend, Becky, had broken down and he’d moved out of their flat and back in with his parents, where he’d been living for the last six months.

She hasn’t seen Billy since they left school, but Lana tells her all about him whenever they hang out or chat on the phone. She’s always felt strangely protective of him, where Lana and her parents have given Billy a hard time, she has opted for a softer touch, believing he just needs someone to understand him.

“You can’t be so hard on him,” she says, finger pinging against the ringpull of her can absentmindedly, “he’s been through a lot.”

Lana sighs, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s not paying any rent, never tidies up, isn’t bothering to look for work. We can’t help him, he won’t let us, doesn’t wanna help himself.”

“Where is he at the moment?”

“Skulking around upstairs,” Lana nods towards the staircase. “First Christmas he’s not spent at Becky’s mum’s in a long time and he’s taking it…well, I couldn’t tell you how he’s taking it, he never leaves his bloody room.”

She nods sadly, letting the topic go as they settle back into the sofa cushions as the opening credits for Die Hard begin to roll.

“I’m empty,” Lana says around twenty minutes into the film, shaking her beer can. “You want another?”

“It’s alright, I’ll go,” she tell hers, taking her empty and heading towards the kitchen, eager for a break from a film she had no interest in watching last year, let alone again this year.

She chucks the cans into the recycling bin, before opening the fridge and retrieving two more. She yelps as she closes the door, startled by Billy standing there.

“Jesus, Billy–”

“Sorry, sorry…” he mumbles apologetically, a tinge of pink dusting itself across his cheek bones, as he averts his gaze. “Wasn’t tryna scare ya, just came down to make a cuppa.”

She exhales through her nose, a smile tugging at her lips. “S’alright. How are you getting on, anyway? It’s been a while.”

“Yeah…” he says uncertainly, filling the kettle from the sink and then flicking it on to boil. “Guessing you heard what happened then?”

She nods, placing the cans on the side and wiping the condensation off of her hands onto her jeans. “Lana told me. I’m so sorry, Billy, I really hope you’re okay.”

He says nothing for a moment, dropping a tea bag into a mug, followed by a generous pour of milk.

Milk first. Ugh.

“It’s been hard, y’know,” he finally says, “tryna find work, but there’s fuck all out there. What are you up to these days? You’re looking well.”

The sudden shift in focus doesn’t go unnoticed by her, he’s clearly not keen to talk about himself, but she can’t help but smile at the small compliment, feeling herself grow bashful.

“Got a job at a marketing agency,” she tells him, “nothing fancy, but it pays the rent.”

She’s actually a high ranking executive, living in one of the area’s most expensive flat blocks and has a tidy sum saved away for a deposit to eventually buy a place of her own. She’s unsure of why she’s downplaying her achievements, perhaps on some level she feels she owes it to Billy to not rub her success in his face when he’s clearly having a rough time of it.

The kettle boils and Billy fills his mug, stirring the tea bag around with a spoon, before squeezing it out with his fingers, making her wince - that has to burn, but if it does it doesn’t appear to bother him. He discards the used bag on the side, before turning to her. She can see what Lana means about him not tidying up now, it would have taken two steps for him to put it in the bin, and he hasn’t bothered. The laziness almost makes her want to laugh.

“So you and Lana doing your film night then?” He asks, noisily slurping his tea, then fixing her with a soft, yet unblinking gaze.

The intensity of his baby blue eyes flusters her, and for a moment she forgets what he’s asked, feeling the same old butterflies from their school days return. She clears her throat, shaking her head as if to rid herself of the feeling.

“Y-yeah…I’m surprised you remember. You were a teenager the last time we did one of those with you here,” she smiles warmly.

He nods, keeping a hand wrapped around his mug, pushing off of the kitchen side towards her and suddenly she’s aware of just how tall he’s grown, her throat running dry as she feels the kitchen counter bite into her back as she presses herself against it.

She deflates slightly, letting go of a breath she wasn’t aware when she’d been holding, a little disappointed when he brushes past her, lingering in the kitchen doorway.

“I remember,” he says, a ghost of the lopsided smirk she loved so much from their school days playing upon his full lips, “remember what a racket you and Lana used to make pretending you weren’t pissed on that nasty blue stuff.”

She grins, her gaze dropping as she fiddles with the cuff of her jumper sleeve, thinking back to all those years ago. “Sorry, Billy,” she finally says, looking up at him, “we’ll keep it down tonight.”

“No worries, I’ll be upstairs,” he tells her. “Enjoy your film.”

“Billy?” She calls softly after him as he moves to go back upstairs.

He turns, looking at her questioningly.

“You’re looking well too, by the way.”

The dusting of pink that had appeared across his cheekbones earlier now returns in earnest and he gives a simple nod before turning and heading up the stairs.

She deposits his now cold, used teabag into the bin, then grabs hers and Lana’s beers from the side and goes back into the living room.

The rest of the evening passes uneventfully, her and Lana finish off Die Hard, then move onto Gremlins.

On the couple of occasions that she goes upstairs to the bathroom she can hear the sound of Billy playing Call of Duty through his closed door. She thinks about knocking to invite him down to join them, but figures if he had wanted to do that he’d have asked in the kitchen, so she leaves it.

They’re halfway through Jingle All the Way when she feels her eyelids start to grow heavy. She leans forward, placing her half drunk can on the coffee table and turns to Lana.

“I’m gonna have to push off home, babe, I can’t keep my eyes open.”

Lana nods, pausing the film and sitting forward with a yawn. “Yeah, should probably get to bed myself. You gonna be alright getting home? Need me to call you a cab?”

“Nah, it’s only down the road, I’ll be fine walking,” she insists as she puts her shoes and coat back on.

“Alright, well, text me when you get home, yeah?” Her friend says, pulling her into a hug.

“Course,” she smiles, hugging her back and heading towards the front door. “Have a great Christmas. See you for New Year’s.”

Lana waves her off and as the front door closes behind her, she’s about to head back down the pathway when the glowing ember of the end of a lit cigarette catches her eye.

She turns to see Billy leaning against the side of the house, smoking a roll up.

“You off?” He asks, exhaling a plume of smoke that’s made larger by the cold that clings to the puff of his breath.

“Yeah. Was good to see you, Billy,” she says, trying to ignore how her pulse races at the way the soft glow of the street lamp illuminates the sharpness of his side profile.

“I’ll give you a lift, if you want?” He offers, crushing his cigarette beneath his foot.

“You don’t have to do that, I’m only twenty minutes down the road,” she says, suddenly feeling awkward, putting her hands in her coat pocket.

“And you could be five minutes down the road if I drive,” he retorts with a smirk.

She sighs, her gaze softening. Not having to walk home in the cold would be nice, actually. “Yeah, go on then.”

Billy walks around to the front door, opens it and fishes around on the key hooks until he has the set he needs. They walk down the road until they reach a red VW Polo and he unlocks it.

“New car?” She asks nonchalantly, having expected to see his old silver Vauxhall Cavalier.

“Nah, this is mum’s. Haven’t had a car since…well…y’know.”

Since it blew up. Fuck, how could she be so thoughtless?!

“Oh god, Billy, I’m so sorry, I–”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, opening the driver’s side door. “Do you mind just giving me a minute before you get in?”

She nods, keeping her hands in her pockets, watching as feels all around the car’s interior, checking inside the glove box and under the seats.

Checking for explosives.

He finally settles behind the steering wheel, gripping it tightly, attempting to calm his breaths.

“Honestly, Billy, I don’t mind walking…” she says quietly.

He looks up at her, as though just remembering she’s there. “No…no, it’s fine. I want to do it. It’s good for me, I have to.”

“Can I get in now?” She asks, giving Billy a reassuring smile.

He nods, and she walks around to the passenger’s side, climbing in and buckling her seatbealt.

Billy starts the car and they drive in silence for a few moments before he finally speaks.

“You must think I’m such a loser,” he mutters, fingers flexing against the steering wheel.

She turns slightly in her seat, shocked by what he’s said. “I’ve never thought you were a loser. Please don’t say that.”

“I’ve got no job, no car, I live with my mum and dad, can’t even drive without needing to check I won’t fucking blow up first,” he scoffs, “don’t bullshit me.”

“I’m not!” She protests. “You’ve been through so much, Billy, you need to give yourself a break.”

His lips quirk, he pulls a hand away from the steering wheel to pull at the collar of his t-shirt. “S’not just what happened though, brought it on myself dad says. I’ve always been a loser, ever since school.”

“I never thought you were,” she assures him gently, “I actually really fancied you back then.”

Billy draws in a sudden breath, glancing sideways at her as he pulls up outside of her block of flats.

How does he know where she lives? Lana must have told him.

“And now?” He asks, turning off the engine and twisting in his seat to look at her.

It feels as though all the air has left the car suddenly, as they stare at each other. She isn’t sure what possesses her, perhaps the three cans of lager she’s drunk throughout the evening, but she finds herself leaning over the centre console and pushing her lips against his.

He reciprocates, soft and unsure at first, but quickly gains confidence, his mouth moving against hers with more urgency.

She cups his face, her fingers grazing over the stubble at the corner of his jaw that he always seems to miss when shaving and she smiles into the kiss, enjoying its roughness against her fingertips.

Billy seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and she moans softly as it slides against her own.

Their pupils are wide with lust, the windows of the car fogged up when they finally part for breath, keeping their foreheads pressed together.

He strokes his large hand over the back of her head, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I come up?”

She swallows thickly, not wanting to reject him, but knowing it’s not a good idea to rush things. “Not tonight, Billy, I–”

He jerks away, hurt flashing across his features, rubbing his nose on the back of his hand. “Right, yeah, sorry, was stupid to think you’d want that…”

“No, no, it’s not that!” She says, reaching over and taking his hand in hers, running her thumb over his scarred knuckles. “We’ve waited so long for this, I don’t wanna rush it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, his shoulders relaxing as he breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Can I text you then?”

“I’d like that,” she looks at him through hooded eyes, “let me give you my number.”

“I’ve got it, don’t worry.”

Oh. Something else Lana must have given him.

“Alright then. Well, goodnight.”

She leans over and pecks him on the lips, then exits his car.

When she goes to sleep that night it’s with a smile upon her face, knowing that her childhood crush feels the same way that she does. In the back of her mind, she knows that Lana will go mad when she finds out, but that’s a bridge she’ll cross when she gets to it.

She is less than enthused when she awakens the next day realising it’s Christmas Eve and she needs to make her annual visit to her great aunt’s for room temperature sherry, mince pies and questions about why she isn’t married with children yet.

Her face lights up when she sees a text on her phone from an unknown number and realises it’s Billy.

She grins excitedly to herself, calling her great aunt and feigning a migraine, before showering and readying herself for her day with Billy.

True to his word in his text, the buzzer to her flat sounds an hour later and he is at her door a few moments later.

It’s awkward at first, as they both stand there sizing each other up, unsure of what to say or do, until he takes the initiative and steps forward to kiss her.

It all feels so easy and natural, as though it’s something they should always have been doing, and when he takes her hand in his as they walk into town she can’t help the way her heart skips a beat at how perfectly her hand slots into his.

They walk around the Christmas market together, hand in hand, drinking mulled wine. For the first time since they were at school together, she sees Billy laugh, a genuine, happy laugh. He makes jokes, a sparkle returning to his eyes and he looks so relaxed, she is finally able to see his potential again, all that he could be if he wasn’t constantly wallowing in self pity, lurking in Lana’s shadow and taking his parents’ criticisms to heart.

When he walks her home that evening, she doesn’t hesitate to invite him up. Gentle affirmations of “I had a nice time today” rapidly escalate to needy kisses as they tug at each other’s clothes. This is the Billy that she wants, and she sees no point in waiting any longer.

His large hands eagerly grasp at her hips as she pushes him down onto the sofa, straddling his lap.

They are a frenzied clash of lips, teeth and tongue, her hands finding their way into his hair, pulling his head back slightly to mouth at his jaw and neck. He groans at the sensation, hips bucking up to meet hers.

When he slides down his tracksuit bottoms and boxers to free the ample hardness that has been pressing against her thigh for the last five minutes, she lifts herself, meaning to remove her tights. She gasps when his long fingers pluck at the crotch, tearing them open and pushing her knickers to the side.

His digits swipe through the wetness of her folds and she shudders against him. “You on the pill?” He asks gruffly.

She nods in affirmation, a whine escaping her as he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, slowly pressing into her.

The sounds he makes against her ear as he thrusts up into her are lewd, but with every grunt and breathy moan she clenches around him. This is a purely carnal act of desire, fulfilling years’ worth of pent up animalistic need. There will be plenty of time for gentle lovemaking, but right now she just needs to feel him, and judging by the way slams her down to meet each quick thrust, jaw slack and brow furrowed, she is certain he feels the same way.

The throbbing of him inside of her, as he spills deep within her, drives her over the edge and she peaks with a strangled cry, tightening around him in quick successive pulses.

They remain like that for a long while afterwards, resting against each other on the sofa, in the darkness of her living room.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, you’ve got no idea,” he whispers eventually, once his breathing has returned to normal.

“Me too,” she whispers.

“I wanna stay, but–”

“It’s Christmas Eve, Billy, it’s alright. You should get home before your mum gives you an earful.”

They pull unsteadily apart, adjusting their clothes, and she walks him to the door.

“I’ll text you, yeah?” He says.

“Yeah,” she smiles before kissing him softly, “Merry Christmas, Billy.”

“You an’ all,” he murmurs, pulling her into a tight hug and then walking away.

Christmas Day is uneventful. Presents and a roast at her parents’, followed by an afternoon of board games and films.

She gets a happy Christmas text from Lana, and smiles when she gets one from Billy too - the first he’s ever sent her.

By the time Boxing Day rolls around, she’s already thoroughly fed up with her family and eager to be back in her own space. She grins when her phone buzzes with a message from Billy.

She pulls out her phone, thinking carefully about what to send to her best friend, before typing a message.

She arrives at Billy and Lana’s parents’ house an hour later and is given a warm welcome by everyone. It’s strange not being able to interact properly with Billy, considering how close they’ve become so quickly over the last few days, however, he carries himself with a confidence she’s never seen him have in front of his family before.

He stands a little straighter, actually bothers to make eye contact when he talks to people. It spreads a warmth within her chest to see him no longer looking so downtrodden and defeatist, she can no longer sense the anger that used to simmer just below the surface like she used to be able to.

His eyes find hers whenever no one’s looking and she can’t help the smiles that she directs his way.

The leftovers have been dished up and they’ve been sitting around the TV for an hour when she goes upstairs to use the bathroom.

Noticing Billy’s bedroom door ajar on her way back downstairs, she can’t resist a peek inside. She’d never dared go in when she’d come to see Lana when they were younger. She pushes the door fully open, nose wrinkling at the rumpled bed sheets and assortment of dirty socks and boxers that litter the floor, but smiles as she casts her eye over the Oasis poster on the wall and the acoustic guitar that leans against the chest of drawers.

She twiddles absentmindedly with the PS4 controller, when a box that’s been shoved haphazardly beneath the bed catches her eye. She drags it out, pulling out a scrapbook that sits on the top.

Her heart hammers in her chest, her blood feeling as though it runs ice cold as she flips through it. It’s filled with old school photos of her, plus newer pictures that have clearly been printed off from her social media accounts.

Rummaging further into the box she pulls out items she’d assumed she’d either lost or that Lana had borrowed on the occasions she’d stayed over - there are scrunchies, old lip balms, even a pair of her underwear. Disgust causes bile to rise in her throat, a mixture of fear and disbelief quickly spreads its way through her body.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Billy’s voice says quietly from the doorway, causing her to gasp as she looks up in fright. “Doesn’t matter now though, don’t need that shit anymore, not now I’ve got the real thing.”

“Billy,” she pleads, her voice shaking, “what is all this?”

“I’ve always wanted you, never thought you’d feel the same though. She looked like you, y’know,” he tells her, stepping closer and shutting the door behind him.

“Who?” Tendrils of icy fear spread to her belly, every nerve in her body screaming at her to run, yet she stays rooted to her spot on the bed.

“Becky,” he says simply, “she was the spit of you. Only reason I went out with her, to be honest. I was gutted when she ended things, but she doesn’t matter now. Don’t need some cheap knock off, not when I have you.”

“Please, Billy, you’re scaring me,” she whispers, tears pricking her eyes.

“Everything’s gonna be alright. Job hunting, the bomb, none of it matters because I’ve got you.”

“Listen to yourself, this isn’t you,” she pleads, backing up on the bed away from him as he towers over her.

“You’ve seen how much better I am with you, you can’t take that away. I need you. And I make you feel good too. Look, you just need a reminder.”

He looms over her on the mattress, his hand darting between her legs and she whimpers.

“Billy, no, please…”

She wants to scream, to cry out and make him stop, but the thought of attracting the attention of Lana and her parents and them coming up here and seeing all of this is more than she can stand. So she lays there, lets Billy slide his hand up her skirt and into her underwear, hating the way her body responds to his trust.

“See?” He murmurs again the shell of her ear. “Only I can make you feel like this. Everything is gonna go my way now that you’re mine, you’ll see.”

Her vision goes watery, a combination of tears and building pleasure causing the poster on the opposite wall to blur.

She tenses as his fingers work her quickly towards her climax and she screws her eyes shut, shuddering with a quiet whine as she falls apart.

“There you go,” he coos gently, “I’ve got you now, and I’m never letting you go.”

The way he says it sends a shiver down her spine. Billy is a man with nothing to lose. He means it. He’ll never let her go.

#billy washington #billy washington x reader #billy washington x you #billy washington x y/n #billy washington smut #billy washington imagine #billy washington trigger point #ewan mitchell #billy washington fan fiction #billy washington fanfiction #billy washington fanfic #billy washington fan fic #trigger point

[mercurygray]

10. Yield for Ron/Billie? 💚

This got a little spicy, so under a cut it goes. I'm sorry, it's mostly vibes.

Scene: 1950, hotel room after Transatlantic flight from Germany.

They are very nearly naked when she puts her hand down on his chest and makes him stop. The tension between them is electric, hearts beating in rapid rhythm. It's been five years, and there is so much between them, and yet so little. This is exactly where they left in Austria, before the end of the war and his marriage and her guilt got in the way. It's been five years, and she's learned a lot about herself in that time, about what she likes from men and what she doesn't.

"Say please," she says, smiling down at him half-dressed on her hotel bed, her hand playing with one button of his already undone shirt. He scoffs, and smiles, and she remembers this is the part of him she missed the most, the devilish patience that she loved to be the undoing of.

"Billie."

But she knows him, and she knows what he'll do. Other men would simply go ahead and take what they wanted, but not him - with him there's always been an understanding that waiting made it worth it. And when it comes to her, he will always yield. It's why he let her go - and why he's here again now.

He leans up, her body fitting even better into her own, so that his lips can be closer to her ear as he whispers. "Please."

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #billie mitchell

[barbieaemond]

EWAN MITCHELL in THE HALCYON, ep.3

#ewan mitchell #billy taylor #barbieaemondgifs #the halcyon #ewanmitchelledit

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Every Little Bit | Billy Washington x SexuallyConfident!reader

Summary: Billy has never been the confident one in the relationship. So you endeavour to make him feel how he deserves | Word Count: | Warnings below the cut!

Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Billy W Taglist

requested by @randomdragonfires, sorry it's taken me so long to get round to it 😅

Warnings: mentions of a bad past relationship, p in v sex, mentions of feeling inadequate, confidence issues, masturbation (f and m), cumplay, voyeurism, use of sex toys, overstim

Out of all the guys she’d been with, Billy Washington seemed the most innocent-looking.

He had the face for it. With those big blue eyes, messy blonde hair and the irresistible way he would nervously lick his soft pink lips when he was anxious.

She wasn’t ashamed to say that it excited her.

In complete contrast to that, he was tall, broad, with a sharp jawline and a sometimes striking gaze when his eyelids were hooded. Sometimes she found herself just looking at his hands as he wringed them, how his long, thick fingers curled around each other, tucking into his palms.

He was a somewhat introverted guy, she found out. But it was endearing. He was a listener, when he was sober, fading into the background as much as a tall guy could, his eyes darting to whoever was speaking. But when he had a drink in his hand and some beer in his belly, he began to come out of his shell a little, yet still softly spoken. Choosing his words carefully to not draw too much attention to himself.

It was a shame, she mused.

She chalked it up mostly to his ex-girlfriend, who, from what she’d heard, had done very little to quell his nerves and insecurities. In fact, it seemed like she nurtured them, in order to perhaps feel better about herself.

That was the biggest crime of all. Forcing Billy to feel lesser than he was.

Than he deserved.

In their moments of quiet within his flat, legs tangled beneath the sheets, with his head pressed between her shoulder and chest as she absent-mindedly played with his hair, he would often say.

“Why the hell are you with a guy like me?”

The question didn’t come from nowhere. It was a familiar one, and asked often.

She never knew why he’d even ask?

“You could have any guy you wanted”

But she wants him.

What about that is so difficult to understand?

She quickly discovered though, that it was because Billy thought he wasn’t satisfying her.

So often had his ex expressed disappointment, with faked orgasms or huffs of annoyance, that Billy thought himself incapable of giving a single female pleasure.

She thought it was absurd.

The way Billy approached sex was another thing.

It was clear he wasn’t confident, unclear more so if he ever had been. He’d obviously had his fair share of girlfriends, had sexual relationships with most of them, but had never really allowed himself to be vulnerable with any of them intimately.

Not to mention, she doubted he’d ever divulged what he liked.

A people pleaser, through and through.

She knew he was only human. That beneath that good boy exterior there was something. Things he liked, but wouldn’t dare to ask for. Things he might have wanted to do to her, but wouldn’t say out loud.

It was a mission, to find out what made Billy Washington click.

Being unapologetically sexual was never an issue for her. Nor communication with previous partners (at least on her side anyway). Not that she was perfect in her opinion by any stretch, but she always, always, knew what she wanted. In her eyes, there was no need to be embarrassed about what you desire, or about telling that to the person that you trust and love.

Clearly, Billy’s trust had been shattered before she came into his life.

She looked up from her phone as she heard the front door, the clanging of keys in a bowl and shuffling of long, muffled footsteps.

A mischievous smile grew on her face as she laid atop his bed, in only his long t-shirt and nothing else, one hand pressed between her mid thighs to warm and comfort the hand that wasn't scrolling through her phone.

She heard his exasperated sigh and saw his sandy, blond hair as he turned towards the bedroom, halting on the spot as his baby blue eyes locked onto her legs first, trailing upwards to where the skin was covered by his shirt.

His cheeks were flushed. He'd obviously had a pint.

"Have a good time?", she asked warmly.

She saw him swallow thickly, his full lips parting to remember to breathe, "Mmhm".

Flopping her phone onto the bedside table, she rested her head in her palm, "What's up?"

Billy had to shake his head a few times to rid himself of what he thought was a trance, no doubt doubled by the little bit of alcohol in his system, "U-uh, nothing…" he murmured, pulling off his jacket  and stepping across the threshold.

"Were you uh…waiting up for me?", Billy asked with a hint of hope in his voice that was difficult to miss.

She slides off the bed, shuffling up to his tall, broad figure, having to crane her neck to look at him properly through her eyelashes. Billy shivers noticeably as her hands drift across his chest, her fingers teasing the skin of his torso through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Though they'd been together for some time, even Billy understood, there was something different about tonight.

"What if I was?", she replies, a teasing lilt to her voice that makes Billy's hairs stand up on end.

He presses his lips together, feeling increasingly pent up by the second, as if her touch is setting off a chain reaction inside him, and he is fit to burst.

“What if I was thinking about you?”, she muses in a low tone, smiling when she feels him tense under her touch.

“About me?...”

“Yeah”

“In…what way?” he asks innocently.

She thinks, feigning disinterest for a moment as she bites her lip.

“I’ve been thinking, that you don’t tell me what you want”.

She watches his brows lower a bit in confusion, “...what I want?”

“Mmhm”, she replies, “in the bedroom anyway”.

“Oh”

She smiled with delight as his cheeks warmed, the redness blooming over his face, making his deep, blue eyes gleam from beneath his sweeping blonde hair.

Almost in a trance, Billy's hands drift beneath her arms to her waist, sucking the large shirt she wore to the actual shape of her body. She watched his face as his lips parted.

Billy didn't know what to say.

"I, uh…"

"You can tell me, Billy" she reassured quietly, watching his breath hitch, and his chest move more steadily as her fingers brushed the skin beneath his shirt.

She stopped when his hands came to hers, to gently, but firmly, push them off him.

“Not tonight…” he whispered, so quiet she nearly had to strain to hear him, “...please”.

How he said it was so vulnerable, his eyes blinking quickly, that she knew and took the cue to not even go about asking what was really wrong with him. She suspected it was something much deeper, something that needed a lengthy explanation, and one that right now he couldn’t give her.

She gave him a reassuring smile, letting him know that he needn’t feel like he was disappointing her.

She thought with a warmth in her heart, that Billy had come home, wavy from only one pint, only wanting to be held, have her fingers stroking his hair until he fell asleep.

So tonight, without judgement, she gave him comfort.

And would let him come to her when he was ready.

She loved mornings like this.

Lazy, hazy Saturdays.

The middle of the weekend. Leaving the stressful memory of Friday, flung headlong into the lull that Saturday offered, and without the threat of Sunday, knowing that the work week would just continue all over again.

With the bed sheets tucked around her idly, she scrolled through her phone with heavy eyelids, she could hear the faint tapping of the shower in the background and the occasional splash of water as Billy washed his hair.

The dust was illuminated as it drifted through the air, the atmosphere one a kind of homely, cosiness. The music from one of the speakers in the other room filled the gentle silence.

It was so domestic, she could only describe it that way. One that filled a space inside her that made her feel as if she could stay like this forever.

She thought of him, in the shower, water running off of him and his blonde hair all wet and pushed back from his forehead with his fingers. And for some reason, though they’d been together a long time, the idea of that still excited her.

It was useless to ignore how she pressed her thighs together.

It had been a few days since she and Billy were last intimate. And though she tried the night before, it was clear as anything he was in no mood for anything overtly sexual, favouring instead to bask in their closeness. She didn’t mind it. She would much rather him state if he wasn’t in the mood, than for him to push it aside, and struggle to keep the momentum going and be passionate once they were in the throes of it.

Because that would only fuel the inadequacy Billy felt.

And she wasn’t having that.

Tucking her phone beneath the pillow, she sighed as her hand slipped between her legs, finding herself already wet and wanting at the mere thought of her boyfriend in the shower. If she weren’t so pent up, she would have said to herself it was slightly pathetic, to be this aroused just by thinking about someone she saw everyday naked.

But she just couldn’t help herself.

She pressed her lips together, suppressing a sound that bubbled up there as her digits moved through her slick folds, her hips jolting slightly when her middle finger began to rub in micro-movements over her bud. Imagining it was him. His long,thick fingers…

She sunk further into the bed, the idle sound of muffled music in the background granting her the confidence to part her lips and let her quiet moans rumble in her chest.

With one hand pleasuring herself, the other slipped beneath her shirt to touch her own breast, again pretending they were his, large and calloused, gripping at her flesh hungrily, squeezing her nipples between his fingers desperately.

That dull buzz began to throb between her legs, and she paid more attention to her clit where she increased her movements.

Her head whipped to the doorway, her eyes flying open and breath caught in her chest, all movements ceased.

Her first instinct was to blush in embarrassment as Billy stood in the doorway, his blue eyes slowly drifting from where her hands were tucked and then to her eyes, absorbing the hedonistic and shy expression on her face.

Billy just stood there, clad only in his sweatpants that hung lowly on his hips, and the appearance of his body so unabashedly bared, the little trail of dark blonde hair leading down from his navel beneath the waistband, made that little buzz only ache tighter inside her. His hair was towel dried and pushed back off his forehead, the sandy strands darkened with moisture and laying messily on his head.

She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

He saw her swallow nervously, seeing her not know what to do as he’d happened upon her in a very delicate moment, so lost in her pleasure that she had not heard him turn off the shower and open the door.

Her mouth went dry as she saw beneath his dark sweatpants, that he was undeniably hard, his erection pressed against his thigh.

Billy breathed steadily, his eyes flitting down once he realised she had stopped what she’d been doing.

His throat bobbed and he wet his lips as he spoke, “Keep going”.

Heat crawled up her neck to her face, and she was certain she was blushing furiously at what he’d said.

Never in their relationship had she seen him speak to her like he just had. All low and deep in his chest, with his usually gleaming, blue eyes darkened by his pupils expanding into the colour.

After she was sure she heard him correctly, she resumed her motions slowly at first, getting back into the motion steadily as she had before. Her head felt like it was full of hot air, once she saw Billy’s large hand slip past the waistband of his sweatpants and grip his length in his palm. Even from her spot on the bed, she saw the way he fisted his erection, his eyes fixed on her core, all wet and hot, peeking out from beneath the hem of his own shirt.

It felt so erotic, pleasuring himself when he was right there watching her, annoyingly far away where she couldn’t touch him.

A sound largely between a groan of annoyance and a moan of pleasure as her movements increased tumbled past her lips. And she was sure that she saw Billy’s eyes light up as he saw how irritated she was that she couldn’t reach out to him. To touch him as she so often couldn’t help herself from doing when they were intimate with each other.

“Billy...” she breathed, hoping that her tone of voice would be enough.

“Show me” his voice was firm, but with a waver at the end as his motions beneath his sweatpants increased, his chest all tense as his core tightened with pleasure.

Feeling her face all hot with both embarrassment and arousal, she pushed her ankles apart even more, doing as he said and exposing herself to him as he pleasured herself, finally sinking her fingers inside her. Her arousal audibly clicked against her fingers as she hastened her ministrations, trying so badly to achieve fulfilment herself.

But with him in the room, so far away but within reach, all she felt was that she needed him to give it to her.

Billy sighed, his pink lips parted as his gaze returned to her weeping arousal between her legs, seeing the effect he had on her without having touched her.

Using his other hand, he pushed the waistband slightly off his hip, pulling his length from its confines to show her the effect that she had on him.

She felt her insides clench around nothing, hungrily wanting him inside her when she saw him pleasure himself, his fingers wrapped around his cock and pumping in sure, confident movements.

She thought that if she closed her eyes and opened them again, he might take pity on her and just come over to the bed and fuck her, as she so desperately wanted. In all their relationship, she’d never been left wanting for him, ever. She’d always been the one to give to him, to give him pleasure, and in the bargain have some fun for herself, as she so often enjoyed feeling as if she was the only one who could give it to him.

And right now, she thought he must look utterly pathetic, not even having the energy to beg for him to fuck her.

The ends of his hair had begun to dry and she felt her tummy do backflips as he moved from the doorway towards her. Without thinking, she had slowed her movements, expecting him to have finally caved.

The mattress dipped at her ankles where he was knelt, but other than the brush of them against her flesh, he didn’t touch her, and he certainty hadn’t ceased the movements of his hand around his length.

Now, knelt over her like this, his tall form casting somewhat of a shadow over hers, she felt her walls flutter around her own fingers with excitement, desperate to be stretched to accommodate to his length that was so close to her.

“I don’t think I said stop, did I?”

She felt her mouth go all dry, the strands of his hair moving with every tug of his fist on his cock.

Billy looked down at her, watching with a sort of curiosity as she resumed, taking his words to heart. Wanting to please him.

She’d never felt so small in her life.

And, fuck, it was exciting to see this side of him.

He began to pump his cock in earnest, a slight pinkness to his cheeks from the effort, lips parted in hurried breath. He reached over, into the bedside table and threw the mini vibrator he knew was there onto the spot next to her.

She looked up in brief confusion, he wasn’t going to use it on her?

She felt entirely pent up, just wanting him to touch her.

“Billy, please…” she caved and begged, her face warm with slight humiliation at having to ask.

He batted her hand away when she tried to touch his torso, watching with a blank expression at the brief annoyance on her face.

“You can touch me when you cum”.

He had such a serious expression on his face, it was difficult to detect any sign in him that he was actually enjoying this.

She swallowed thickly and gasped when her other hand pressed the vibrator against her clit, pleasuring herself in two separate ways as her fingers continued to shallowly slide inside her with a wet, soft smack of her arousal. Having these two sensations at once was borderline overwhelming.

And part of her was flushed, that Billy was just right there, pleasuring himself while he watched her.

She closed her eyes, but Billy was quick to it.

“Look at me”.

She felt her core tighten impossibly, her movements becoming quicker and more needy as she neared that point of no return. The point where she would lose herself entirely.

And so she pressed the vibrator against her clit harder, using her slick to move it around in micro-movements as she canted her hips up to assist the friction there. Her eyes pulled up to him, and for some reason, looking into his eyes as he stared down at her instead of watching the way he pleasured himself right in front of her, was much much more intimate and erotic.

Billy himself began to breathe heavier, his chest moving erratically up and down, a sheen of sweat over his skin there, his grip on himself tightening.

“You close?” he asked breathily, feeling as if he was about to explode with arousal.

She nodded quickly, and without noticing circled the vibe around her bud, aided by how wet she was, “Yes - yes, Billy -”

She felt her hips shift down into the bed, thighs shaking as her orgasm rolled over her in waves. Her fingers dragged through her fluttering walls, the vibrator still buzzing incessantly on her clit as the numbness flooded her limbs, warmth flooding through her to the place where she needed him the most.

She wanted to pull the vibe away, overstimulation beginning to gnaw at her pleasure, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she looked up at Billy again when his other hand reached down and held her wrist in place. His eyes boring down into hers, just daring her to say something in response.

But she didn’t.

“-fuck, Billy-” she whined, her stomach clenching and unclenching in brief discomfort as yet another rush threatened to overcome her. Her lips hung open, and she wanted to shut her eyes badly, to cut off at least one feeling so that she could concentrate on the other between her legs.

It was too much.

She thought with a sort of bashfulness that she wanted to cum again purely at the feeling of his fingers on her flesh.

She felt moisture around her eyes, the pleasure so closely nearing on pain, but never quite overstepping that fine line between them. It was almost as if she could feel every erratic beating of her heart through her core, the second orgasm completely draining all the energy out of her.

Billy moaned loudly, partly cut off with a full body shudder as he tugged at his length to completion. The moan lingering on his sweet voice as he painted her pussy with his cum, sighing as he continued to pump himself, as if the sight of her covered in his spend was just too erotic to comprehend.

She flinched, her hips jolting upwards to meet him when he leaned down to rub the head of his cock over her clit and entrance, smearing his cum over her pussy, in a gesture that tugged at that pleasurable spot deep in her gut.

The only sound either of them were able to make were the tired remnants of moans on their hurried breaths.

When her heavy eyelids lifted to him again, she thought he looked like a piece of art. Broad and tall, his flesh tied with wiry muscle, subtle beneath the soft surface of his skin.

And for a moment, as Billy rode out his high that seemed to take everything out of him, they simply looked at each other as if something in the dynamic of their relationship had irrevocably changed.

There was something else in his baby blue eyes she’d never seen before. A shift.

Something inside him had been awakened, like he had enjoyed exerting a power and assertiveness over her that he’d never tried before.

He reached over, his palm pressing into the space on the mattress next to her head as he leaned over her. Her lips parted in surprise and pleasure when he dipped down and slid his length past her slick folds and slowly sank inside her, stretching her already abused and tender walls out around him, moulding her insides to the shape of him.

Billy sighed, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her pussy gripping him hungrily, already clenching around his overly-sensitive cock. But as soon as his eyes opened again, his face now close to hers as he pushed inside her to the hilt, the hair at the base of him brushing against her clit, she raised her legs to hook around his hips.

And felt as if she’d seen someone else she’d never met before.

Her eyes rolled shut as his palm laid flat on her tummy, drifting up and taking the shirt with it, palming needily at her breasts as he began a mercifully soft and careful pace.

One she had no doubt would become more eager.

Part of her worried she wouldn’t leave this bed for a long while. The other wanted to smile, happy that Billy had felt comfortable and confident enough, finally, to demonstrate what he really, really wanted.

It seemed trivial perhaps to some, that a confidence, even sexually, could give so much power to a person and enhance the personality that was already there. To help them feel as loved as they deserved to feel.

She’d suspected for so long that he’d been hiding something. Something he was too nervous to ask for. Fearing perhaps that she would judge him.

But as he pressed his chest to hers, his hands snaking around her waist and her buttocks to push her body up to meet his desperate thrusts, she only felt relieved and undeniably happy, that she had been able to give him this freedom.

And she thought with a hint of selfishness…

…that she could get used to this.

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"Holiday Cheer" - Billy Taylor x Reader x Husband!Tom Bennett

Summary: You and your husband, Tom, go on holiday at The Halcyon and you meet a very cute bellboy.

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, mentions of war, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, double penetration, anal sex, anal fingering, corruption kink, daddy kink, loss of virginity (not for tom or reader lmao), threesome, tiddy succin, hair pulling

Word Count: 2,760 words

Rating: MDNI, 18+

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the World On Fire or The Halcyon characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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The first thing Tom promised you when the two of you got married was that he was going to take you to every city in the world you ever dreamed of seeing. Ever since the two of you were young, you always told him of your wish to see the world, something he wanted more than anything to make come true for you. He decides to start with the easiest city of course.

London.

For your first anniversary, he booked a holiday at The Halcyon, completely taking you by surprise. Everyone told you Tom Bennett would never settle down with one woman, that you ought not to put your eggs in one basket. But every day he shows you that you made the right decision by choosing him, by waiting for him to come home from the front.

Another thing that works in your marriage’s favor is the similar appetites you and your beloved husband share, ones that you can’t mention in good society.

As the door to your car opens and you get out, you’re greeted by an admittedly handsome young man in a hotel bellboy’s uniform, his adorable little hat atop his head. He looks a fair bit like Tom, you muse to yourself, allowing him to take your bags as he introduces himself as Billy and welcomes you and Tom to the hotel. Tom is by your side within moments, pulling you away from the bellboy with a grumpy little frown on his face.

“Why are you blushing at my wife?”

“Tom!” You whisper, chiding him, “Don’t be rude. Billy’s helping us with our bags.”

“He’s looking at you like you’ve got no clothes on!”

“Tom, I’m wearing a coat,” you retort, “Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t see anything. Be reasonable.”

Tom sees the way Billy is looking at you, his eyes wide with almost childlike wonder, his cheeks flushing bright pink as he admires you, all bundled up in your winter coat that Tom bought you just for this trip. Tom knows you are gorgeous and he’s always loved how confident you are in yourself, how you turn heads wherever you go. But, it doesn’t stop him from being a bit possessive of his girl.

“We have a reservation. The wife and I. Mr. and Mrs. Bennett.”

“Tom,” you say sweetly, resting a hand on his chest, “Why don’t you check in at the front desk, my darling?”

“And leave you here with him?! I think not-”

You look up at him, with those big doe eyes he’s never been able to resist, taking his hand and bringing it to your lips, kissing it, “Please?”

Tom relents, shoving his hands in his pockets, cheeks slightly flushed at your little display. Billy looks between the two of you, unsure of what to do, still holding onto your small suitcase. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a girl, well woman, quite as pretty as you. Simply put, you’ve taken his breath away. And then? You turn to him, with that sweet smile, and begin chatting with him.

“I’m so sorry about my husband, he’s a bit protective and we’ve had a long drive.” Billy nods, staring down at his feet, not wanting to make an ass of himself, “How long have you worked here?”

Billy meets your gaze, flustering slightly as he replies, “A little while now. I enjoy what I do.”

“That’s lovely,” you compliment, removing your coat and hat, making Billy’s breath catch in his throat as he admires you in the black skirt and sweater you wear, clinging to your figure just enough to leave him longing for more, “So you’re a real Londoner then. We’re from Manchester. It’s our first time here.”

“What brings you to our fine city, Miss?” Billy nearly slaps himself for referring to you as ‘Miss’, the ring on your finger being a glaring reminder of your marital status, but you don’t seem to mind.

“Well, I always told Tom I wanted to see the world and he said he’s going to take me to every major city. Was his first promise when we got engaged,” you gush, your eyes brightening as you speak about your husband, “London just so happened to be the closest, and here we are for the Christmas holidays.”

“Here you are,” Billy repeats, averting his eyes when you look at him, “He’s a very lucky man to have you someone as beautiful and sweet as you for a wife.”

You laugh softly, the sound ringing in Billy’s ears, “Oh, no, it’s me who’s the lucky one.” Tom returns, seeing Billy blushing like a little schoolboy, and immediately wraps an arm around your waist as you question, pecking his cheek, “All set darling?” He nods, still glaring daggers at poor Billy as you continue, “Billy here’s a local, Tom. Maybe he can tell us some of the good pubs around here.”

“Right,” Tom grumbles, giving Billy a dirty look.

You turn to Billy and ask curiously, “You’re, what… Nineteen, Billy?”

He nods happily, “How did you know, Miss?”

“Mrs,” Tom corrects under his breath.

“Oh, you seem around the same age as us is all! Doesn’t he, Tom?” Tom remains silent as Billy leads the two of you toward your room. You lower your voice and question, “Why are you being so rude? He’s a nice boy, working hard for his money just like you and me.”

Tom whispers back, eye twitching with annoyance, “Working hard at chatting and eyeing you up!”

“How am I supposed to notice anyone eyeing me up when I only have eyes for you?”

Tom looks at you, biting back a smile, “You drive me insane.”

You giggle, sauntering past both him and Billy into the room as you admire the gorgeous suite, “Oh my, what a lovely room!”

Billy’s gaze trails down your backside as he mumbles, “Oh, it really is-”

“And what are you looking at?” Tom demands, arms crossed.

Billy lets out a near squeak of surprise as he says, “The room, sir!”

“Tom!”

“Well, make sure to keep your eyes on the room then and off of my wife.”

“You talk like a caveman.” You shoot Tom an annoyed glare before turning to Billy and handing him his tip, “Thank you so much, Billy. Would you possibly be able to grab us a room service menu?”

He nods, thanking you vehemently for the tip before scurrying off. You can’t help but glance at just how shapely that bum of his looks in his work pants, biting back a smirk. You turn to your husband, lifting a finger and pointing it in his face.

“You play nice, Mr. Bennett, or it’s the couch for you.”

“Fine,” Tom grumbles, letting out an annoyed huff, turning his back toward you.

You giggle, moving to stand in front of him, again, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, “If you play nice with him, maybe you can play naughty with me, Daddy.”

Tom raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into a smirk as he rests his hands on your hips, “Oh, just maybe, huh?”

“We can turn it into a definitely if you play nice.”

“Oh, anything for my baby.”

Billy walks in on the two of you just as you’re about to kiss, his eyes widening as he tries to mumble out an excuse, feeling Tom’s piercing glare boring into him, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt-”

You can tell Tom is getting ready to say something, so you nudge him gently, prompting him to sigh, “It’s fine.”

Billy’s heart pounds in his chest as you take the room service menu from him, your fingertips brushing against his as you do so. With how close you are, he can even smell the perfume you’re wearing as you flip through the menu before turning back to Tom.

“Well, darling? Room service tonight?”

Tom nods, flopping onto the couch, covering his face with his arm, “Mhm. Been waiting to get you alone all day.”

Billy informs you that you simply need to press one on the phone and the hotel staff will take your order. You thank him and close the door behind him, giving him a cute little wave as he goes. Billy is just glad he can finally catch his breath again with how often you took it away.

You go back to Tom, sitting on his lap as the two of you read the room service menu, choosing what you want to eat. After you’ve chosen and Tom has placed the order, he’s taken by surprise when you straddle his lap, a wicked little smile on your face.

“I know that look.”

“Well,” you murmur, your lips ghosting across Tom’s throat, “You know how we talked about letting someone watch, or maybe even join us.” Tom nods, moaning at your touch, only half listening to you. “I want him.”

“Him?” Tom arches a brow, “You sure?”

“Please, Tom?”

He chuckles, nodding, “Anything for you, darling.”

When Billy arrives with your tray of food, he’s surprised to see you answer the door wearing a silk robe, your hair slightly damp as if you’ve just gotten out of the shower, your husband lazing about on the couch. Billy clears his throat nervously, giving you a smile as he delivers your dinner, only to be shocked when Tom offers that he have a drink with the two of you. He glances at the clock, realizing he was just about to clock out anyway, sitting down at both your and Tom’s insistence, going beet red when you hand him a glass of wine. You lean your back against Tom’s chest, smiling at Billy, those legs of yours bare and draped along the couch.

“So, do you have a sweetheart, Billy?” You ask, lips curled into a naughty smile, “I bet you do, handsome lad like you.”

He shakes his head bashfully, sipping at the wine, “I don’t actually.”

“Well, surely you’ve at least kissed a girl?” Tom questions, taking a sip from his own glass, looking at Billy expectantly, who shakes his head again, “No? Oh, what a pity.”

You glance at Tom who smirks at you nods, “Would you like to, Billy?”

His eyes go wide with shock, looking between you and Tom, seeing the smiles on both of your faces before he breathes, “Yes.”

Tom watches as you lean forward, your soft lips capturing Billy’s, your hands moving into his hair, tossing that little hat of his aside as you straddle his lap. You whine softly as you grind yourself against the bulge forming in his pants, letting out sweet little moans of his name as you do, the sound of which go directly to Tom’s cock. Fuck, he never thought he’d enjoy something like this so much, he thinks as he moves to sit behind you, hands moving to cup your breasts under the fabric of your robe. Billy whimpers softly as you move to run your hand along his clothed length, squeezing gently, loving the way he bucks his hips up against your touch. You giggle softly, giving him another slow, sensual kiss before turning back toward your husband and kissing him.

“Daddy’s little girl is doing so well,” Tom rasps, “You wanna play with your new toy, don’t you, baby? You going to thank Daddy for letting you play?”

You nod, dropping to your knees, positioning yourself between Tom’s thighs as you lower his pants, taking his cock into your mouth. Billy watches with fascination, never having seen anything like this in person. He watches as your hands move between your thighs, stroking your cunt as you let Tom fuck your mouth, your eyes watering slightly at the feeling but loving every moment of it. You make eye contact with Billy as you continue sucking Tom’s cock, moaning around him as you do, hollowing your cheeks and moving faster and faster until he spills himself on your tongue. You pull back and swallow his spend, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Why don’t you get your new toy nice and hard with your hands, baby?” Tom says, panting as he comes down from his high, “Daddy wants to see you.”

You glance at Billy and whisper softly, “Do you want this?”

He nods eagerly, “M-more than anything, please, please touch me?”

You undo the button of his slacks, palming at his cock while Tom urges him to touch you. You gasp as Billy pushes one finger inside of you, slow and hesitant at first, but quickly learning how you like to be touched, moving faster and faster, with more confidence as he adds a second finger, paying close attention to the way your breath hitches when he rubs a certain spot deep inside you or when the heel of his palm grazes against your pearl. Just before either of you can reach your peak, Tom speaks up, demanding you stop. You look over at him with a pout before listening as he tells you to strip down and lay back on the bed.

You do as he says, feeling both mens’ eyes on you as you slowly undress, dropping your robe, your nightgown, then your knickers as you go lay back on the bed.

“I want you to get her pretty little pussy nice and wet,” Tom instructs, “And then? We’re going to give my baby a good time, yeah?”

Billy nods eagerly, tripping over himself in his haste to get to you, Tom chuckling at the sight. He watches as Billy buries his face between your thighs, his movements sloppy and unpracticed, a bit too much at first, but he slowly finds his groove, lapping at your folds eagerly, looking up at you for approval. You run a hand through his hair, moaning his name while Tom comes to lay beside you, capturing your lips with his as one of his hands moves to squeeze at your tits. Billy suckles at your sensitive pearl, over and over and over until you come on his tongue, the taste of you as sweet as ambrosia.

Tom lifts you up, licking his fingers before trailing two along your backside and pushing them into your puckered hole, wanting to prepare you for his cock. You two have done this before, of course, but he always wants you to be nice and ready for him. You whine as he uses your free hand to help you sink down onto Billy’s cock, your tightness being almost too much for him to bear. He bucks his hips up against you wildly as you squeeze around him, your tits bouncing in his face. Billy sits up, taking one in his mouth while squeezing at the other, while Tom slowly sheathes his cock inside you, the two of them filling you up completely.

You moan as they move against you, your body pressed in between theirs as one of your biggest fantasies comes true. Billy reaches his end, feeling you squeeze around him impossibly tight, your warm, wet walls feeling so fucking perfect around him, and he lets go, pulling out of you and spilling himself against your stomach, your own release following moments after. However, it’s nowhere near the end for you as Tom pushes you onto all fours on the bed, pounding into you over and over, one of his hands tugging your hair back so that you’re forced to look at yourself in the mirror, to look at Billy, while the other circles your clit.

“Look at you, baby,” he purrs, “So fucked out for Daddy. This happened just from fucking your little toy, huh? My poor little baby girl. Maybe we should stop-”

“No,” you whine as he slows his thrusts, moving your hips back against him, “Daddy, please, need to come again, please, want you to make me come…”

“Greedy little girl,” he coos, though he renews his movements, moving in and out of you, the stretch nearly painful but not quite, intense, almost overwhelming pleasure overtaking you as Tom fucks you with abandon.

You can feel his balls slapping against you, both of you giggling when Billy sits up eagerly to kiss you, palming at your tits. Tom’s thrusts begin to slow, pressing down on your clit, pinching gently and chuckling at the way you lose yourself in your pleasure, spilling yourself on his fingers as he reaches his own end, collapsing against you.

Yes, you think as you lay between your husband and the cute bellboy, you will never forget this Christmas spent at the Halcyon.

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