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looooooooomis · 3 years

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F I N A L G I R L | N I N E

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t n i n e | m u s c l e m e m o r y

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6k (im so sorry) warnings: S M U T (18+!!!!!) murder, alcohol, booty play - we getting it all babies. we also get our stabby bf in this chapter so enjoy!!

Three days.

It had three fucking days since you’d left town for your cousin’s bachelorette and Billy was going stir crazy.

He’d never been an overly affectionate man. Cuddling, handholding, none of that was ever his go-to response to any woman he’d ever been with. It never felt comfortable, never quite felt right.

Until you came along.

Because when it came to you, Billy was puddy. He not only cuddled you, pulled you into his chest and held you against him, revelling in the smell of your shampoo as your breathing fell into a quiet tandem, but he craved for it. Any second he wasn’t touching you, he needed to be.

He thought about it constantly. About you constantly.

Whenever the two of you were out with friends, it was your touch he so desperately needed. At the movies, at a party, at the fucking mall, wherever you guys went where he had to put up a show for Sid, it was you he needed to feel.

So when you weren’t around, he felt that need bone-deep.

Even tonight, as he laid limply beside Sid in her bed as the two of them watched a movie he couldn’t bring himself to give two shits about, it was you on his mind. The feeling of you on his fingertips, the taste of you on the tip of his tongue.

He let his mind wander to just how fucking cute you looked in the morning. Bleary eyed and soft with your cheeks a little puffy and your hair a mess. It wasn’t as often as he’d liked but when he was able to wake up next to you those mornings, he relished in the way you managed to look so innocent after a night spent in sin. You were bold and brazen and hungry for him, a woman lit aflame with lust and desire, but you’d wake up time and time again looking like a literal angel.

Naturally, you never thought as much. You’d duck your head in the crook of his neck and bury your face from view as though he hadn’t already committed it to memory. I’m fucking ugly in the morning, Loomis, you’d always say. An unabashed lie, but he’d only pull you a little closer and hold you a little tighter in an attempt to make those fleeting seconds last just a stretch longer.

Fuck, he missed you.

It had only been three fucking days and every fibre of him needed to see you, touch you, taste you. You were muscle memory for him, at this point. He wanted nothing more for it to be you beside him right now, not Sidney. He wanted to lean over and kiss you, pull you against him and hold you against his chest until you lulled to sleep.

He wanted you.

Wholly wanted you. All to himself. Without the need to hide it from the rest of the world.

Which meant, despite his every plan, he needed to break it off with Sid. He knew it jeopardized everything but he’d have to make do with his plans having a hitch in them rather than the possibility of going another fucking day without you next to him.

“Sid,” his voice was low, hesitant. He’d thought about his every word all fucking day long but now that it was here, he was riffing. Any iota of a plan he’d worked on, any prepared speech, was gone the second he’d opened his mouth.

Sid’s head rolled to face him from the comfort of her own pillow. The innocent smile he got out of her was almost enough to make him feel guilty.

Almost, but not quite.

“I, uh,” he swallowed and broke eye contact. The popcorn ceiling of her bedroom was all he could focus on as the shitty movie blathered on in the background. “We’ve been together for a while now, right?”

That was definitely not the stellar start he was hoping for. Especially when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, that her smile only grew. Fuck.

“Yeah,” she rolled onto her side to face him. “Why?”

A slow sigh slipped out of his lips as he chewed on his lip. What fucking now? Now she was expecting good news. Happy news. News that definitely didn’t involve a fucking break up.

Biting the bullet, Billy rolled onto his side and faced her. “I just think—”

The sound of the house phone ringing cut him off. His mouth was quite literally opened with the next few words on the tip of his tongue as the loud landline continued to slice into the quietude of the house.

He blinked. “Is your dad going to get that or…?”

Sid glanced back at the door as the final ring was seemingly interrupted by Sidney’s father. Satisfied, she turned back around to face him and gently ran her fingers through his hair. “Looks like he got it,” she smiled. “Go on.”

Billy nodded and quietly cleared his throat. “Right, uh, listen Sid. I—”

“Sid!” Her father’s loud voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs. “It’s for you, it’s Tatum!”

It was taking everything inside of Billy not to lose it. With his nostrils flared in annoyance, he licked his lips and managed a tight smile at the brunette. “Go ahead.”

But Sidney, seemingly sensing the gravity of Billy’s words, hesitated. “You sure?”

With a quiet sigh, he rolled onto his back and nodded his head. “Yeah.”

Without missing a beat, Sid hopped out of bed and snatched up her phone. “Got it, dad!” She bellowed before quietly clearing her throat. “Tatum, what’s up?”

Irritation swelled in Billy’s chest as he continued to stare up at the ceiling as he mulled over his next few words. If he had any hope in continuing on with his plans of killing her, he had to make it a nice and clean friendly break-up. Something that wouldn’t break her trust. Something that would put the blame entirely on him and his own headspace so she wouldn’t freeze him out.

“What?” Sidney’s panicked voice sliced into his thoughts. Lulling his head in her direction, his brows puckered as he took in the expression riddling his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend’s face. Fear. Worry. Sheer panic. “Is she okay?”

Something in Billy’s gut twisted as Sid’s eyes found his from across the room. Something wasn’t right. He could feel it in his chest that something wasn’t right.

“What’s going on?” He mouthed, slowly sitting up.

She held a finger up as she listened to Tatum.

His anxiety only grew.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, gripping her stomach as she shook her head. “Is she awake?”

Billy’s panic was full blown now as he sat on the edge of Sidney’s bed. “What’s going on?” He tried again, his patience waning.

Let it be anyone else. Please let it be anyone fucking else other than…

“It’s Y/N,” Sid muttered, pulling her face away from the phone to answer his question. “She’s been in an accident.”

It was as though a bomb went off right there in Sidney’s room. A low hum reverberated around Billy’s skull as his worst fears came to life. His ears rang, a cold sweat broke out across his entire body and his skin felt prickly, as though he was going numb. Only he wasn’t. He could feel the very second his heart plummeted into his stomach as he pushed himself off of the bed.

“What?” He pushed out, voice thick. He blinked and the room spun. This couldn’t be fucking happening. “Is she okay? What happened?” When Sidney held up a finger in an attempt to hear Tatum better, something inside of him snapped. “Sidney, what the fuck happened?” His voice boomed, startling the girl in front of him.

But he didn’t care.

He couldn’t bring himself to care about anything else besides you.

“Tatum, we’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?” Sidney muttered, not bothering with a goodbye as she faced Billy head on. She ran a shaky hand through her bangs, and it was then that Billy saw the tears welling up in her brown eyes. “Tatum doesn’t know much,” she explained, her voice trembled with each word. “She was driving home from her cousin’s and a drunk driver swerved into her lane.”

Billy was frozen in place. He barely even felt Sid bury her head into his chest as she cried. She was worried, scared for you, but Billy felt as though he was going to throw up. Were you alive? Were you stable? If you were, how bad were your injuries? Were you even conscious?

So many questions, no answers.

Heat prickled along the back of his neck and spread to his ears as the room spun. “Where is she?” He whispered both scared to ask but desperate for an answer.

Sidney sniffed. “Woodsboro Memorial.”

He nodded and, in a daze, managed to grab Sidney’s hand to usher her out the door. “Okay, let’s go.”

It felt as though he was walking through molasses. He barely even heard Sidney explain to her dad about where they were headed, all he could do was focus on getting himself to that hospital. He needed to see you in person. Needed to see if you were okay.

Because, if you weren’t…

No. He couldn’t go there. Not just yet.

You had to be okay. He needed you to be okay.

So, he numbly hopped in the car with Sidney in the passenger’s seat and drove to the hospital. The streetlights all bled into one luminescent blur as he sped forward, not giving a shit about the speed limit or anything else besides getting to you.

Sidney, seemingly lost in her own thoughts, remained silent and he was well and truly thankful in those moments that her fear for your wellbeing overpowered the need to fill the silence of that car ride.

Within forty minutes, he was pulling into the Woodsboro Memorial parking lot. He parked close to the doors and he was almost sure he’d have a ticket waiting for him when and if he left the hospital, but he didn’t care. They could tow the fucking thing away if it meant he got to you sooner rather than later.

In silence, the pair made their way to the nursing station and when she told them what room you were in, the silence only continued as they made their way to the elevators. It wasn’t until Sid turned to face him with worry pinching her brow that the thick, tense silence was broken.

“Billy,” she swallowed and gripped his hand. “You think she’s okay?”

For the first time since that phone call, Billy’s eyes managed to focus in on Sidney’s face. He could see the fear in her eyes and hear the panic in her voice as the elevator continued its journey up to your floor.

“Yeah,” his voice was gravelly, raw. He hoped like hell he was right. “I do.”

She managed a small smile as the doors opened up to reveal your floor. Without wasting another second, they tore off in the direction of your room which was, thankfully, easy enough to find with Tatum, Stu and Randy standing just outside of it.

“Tatum!” Sid cried out, breaking off into a run. “How is she? Is she okay?”

“She’s okay,” Tatum nodded, seemingly releasing her own relieved sigh as she rolled her eyes. “I’m going to kill her myself, though, for scaring the shit out of us like that.”

“The doctor kicked us out,” Randy threw in, leaning against the wall. He wore the same look of relieved panic that Tatum had splayed across her face. “He had to talk to her mom about pain medication.”

“Hey, you okay man?” Stu’s voice was low as he reached around Tatum’s head to squeeze Billy’s shoulder.

“What the fuck happened?” Billy asked, finally finding his voice.

“A fucking drunk driver,” Tatum nearly growled. “You remember Andrew Garner? That rich douche that graduated a few years ago?” She shook her head furiously. “Apparently he had a few too many and drove home. I’m sure it’s not his first time, either but, you know, Daddy’s Money and all that shit. Fell asleep at the fucking wheel and swerved into oncoming traffic. Right into Y/N’s car.”

Andrew Garner. Billy could recall the name, but not the face.

He would, though. He’d go through every fucking yearbook in his house if it meant he’d find that fucker’s face.

“How bad is it?” Sid asked, almost scared of the answer.

“Broken wrist, a few cuts and bruises and a cute little goose egg on her head, but otherwise she’s fine.” Randy explained, slipping his hands into his pockets. “She said she swerved last minute so he didn’t hit her dead-on, but he t-boned her car and she rolled into the ditch.”

Billy’s head popped up as he eyed Randy and for the first time, something that felt a whole hell of a lot like hope blossomed in his gut. “Wait, she’s awake?”

As if on cue, the door opened up to reveal a greying doctor and your mother. The doctor frowned as he noticed Billy and Sid. “There’s already too many visitors,” he grumbled in disproval. “Three of you were bad enough, now there’s five?”

“She’s a popular girl,” Stu simply said, standing up a little taller as though to intimidate the older man.

The doctor sighed and glanced back at your mom. “Half hour,” he warned them. “Half hour and they have to go. Your daughter needs her rest and the hospital needs its space.”

Your mother nodded her head as she swiped at her eyes. “Yes, Doctor.”

The man left without another word, but your mother remained in the doorway with a small smile on her face. “You guys go in,” she fussed, “I’m sure Y/N has had enough of me hovering and I need to find some coffee.”

It took no convincing for the group to filter inside of your small room but Billy lingered behind and held his breath as his eyes swept over your injured frame. For a woman that had just rolled her car into a ditch, you looked incredible. Bruised, as Randy had said, and there was a cast on your wrist along with several tiny scratches marring your arms and neck, but you looked perfect.

And as your eyes slowly found his from across the room, his knees nearly buckled.

You were okay.

Sid was the first to rush to your side. “Oh my god, Y/N,” she whispered, taking in the extent of your injuries. “How you feeling?”

“Like shit,” came your playful reply. Your voice was raspy and hoarse. You squeezed your eyes shut as your head fell back against the pillow. “My head’s killing me.”

“Did Doctor Asshole tell you how long you had to be in here for?” Tatum asked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

“I can leave later tonight, at some point, thank god.” You managed a pitiful thumbs up. “They ran some tests before you guys got here and it’s not a concussion or anything, so that’s good. My wrist is fucked but better than the alternative, right?”

Billy’s feet remained planted in the sterile ground beneath him. He wanted nothing more than to kick every single person out of that room so he could wrap his arms around you, and it was killing him that he couldn’t. He loved you with everything he had, and you loved him right back so the fact that he couldn’t do a damned thing besides stand there with his hands bawled into fists inside the pockets of his jacket felt obscene.

“No internal bleeding or anything like that?” Randy asked.

Stu made a face and smacked his chest. “Dude, what the fuck?”

Randy held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just making sure our dear friend isn’t going to croak on us, is that so wrong?”

You managed a quiet laugh. “Your concern is touching, Randy.”

“See?” Randy beamed but his smile fell as he gently nudged your foot. “Seriously, though. I’m glad you’re alive, kid.”

The group fell into an easy rhythm after that. They caught you up on everything you’d missed while at your cousin’s bachelorette. Billy supposed he should have thrown in a few tidbits himself, but all he could do was stare at you. At the bruises and cuts marring your body, on the welt that bloomed along your hairline. On the fucking cast wrapped securely around your left wrist.

He was hyperaware of every wince you gave whenever you’d make a sudden move. He knew you too well, at his point, and while you were putting on a solid show for your friends, he could tell you were in pain.

He could tell, despite being safe and sound now, that you were still scared.

Andrew Garner. He’d fucking done this.

That familiar prickling inside of Billy’s chest began to sprout and burn as he thought about getting his hands on the bastard. He’d undeniably have a hefty fine, but he thoroughly doubted that it would turn into a jail sentence. As Tatum pointed out, he’d get off. His family was loaded, and they’d undoubtedly intervene if it meant clearing his name.

But a fine wasn’t going to do it for Billy.

He’d nearly killed you and Billy would be damned if he got away with that.

Eventually, the doctor stuck his head in again and your mother returned with a massive cup of coffee. It was time to say their goodbye’s. Tatum and Sid were first and then Randy and Stu and when it came time for Billy to finally get a moment with you, you were both all too aware of your friends standing only a few feet away.

“If you need anything,” Billy muttered, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Just say the word, you hear me?”

“I will.” You managed a small smile.

Returning the smile, Billy leaned in to give you a quick hug. A friendly hug from an outsider’s point of view, but anything but for the two of you. “Leave your window unlocked tonight, okay gorgeous?”

You nodded once and it took everything inside of him not to kiss you before pulling away from you. Shooting you a quick wink, he turned on his heel and joined the rest of your friends as they made their way out of the hospital.

“I’m going to take a quick piss before we head out,” Billy chimed in, giving Stu a quick look as he veered off towards the bathrooms.

“Same.” Stu merely said as he followed him into the bathroom. He wasn’t shocked to find Billy pacing the floor, but it was the venomous look in his eyes that made Stu’s own smile broaden in excitement. “What are you thinking, man?”

“Do you remember Andrew Garner?” Billy asked, racking his brain for a visual of the bastard. “Remember where he lived or what he looked like or…”

“Yeah, man,” Stu nodded, “my brother played lacrosse with him for a year. I know exactly who he is.”

Relief flooded through Billy as he nodded and clipped Stu’s back appreciatively. “What do you say we pay that fucker a visit tonight?”

Stu’s eyes lit up in excitement. “You know I’m in.” He laughed. “I even found these stupid discounted Halloween costumes a few weeks back at the gas station, man. They come with these freaky ass white masks. We can give those a shot, make the fucker shit his pants before we gut him like a fish.”

Billy was nodding along to Stu’s words. The more pain and shame he could bring Andrew Garner, the better. “I’ll pick you up at ten. Bring those masks.”

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Billy had watched the blood swirl down the drain of his shower for an entire hour as he cleaned himself off. Just as he thought, Andrew didn’t get a lick of jail time for nearly killing you. He instead had his father pay his fine before settling into his lavish house to nurse what was bound to be one hell of a hangover.

The bastard was still piss drunk when he and Stu managed their way into his house. He’d barely even put up a fight, if he was honest. He was loaded and by the time he noticed their knives, it was too late.

They’d killed the piece of shit. Tore him open from stem to stern. Billy had contemplated on making it look self-inflicted, at first, but the second he’d laid eyes on him, on his smug little face, all he could picture was you.

On the pain he’d inflicted on you.

On the fact he’d nearly killed you. His love, his life.

No, he wanted him to suffer.

So, that’s exactly what they’d done. He’d made the fucker suffer.

It was almost too easy, if he was being honest but no less satisfying watching the light leave the man’s face as he took in one final raspy breath of air before succumbing to his wounds.

Not long after that did Stu and Billy slip out of the house, unnoticed. No police sirens followed them, they left no trace of anything behind – save for the bloodied corpse – and they’d made it back to their respective houses with enough time for Billy to shower thoroughly before seeing you.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest as he dressed himself and as he thought of all of that blood, he felt that familiar part of himself spark to life. He’d made the piece of shit pay for what he’d done to you and he felt fucking good about it.

Soon after getting dressed and composing himself, he found himself climbing the trellis leading up to your room. It was a familiar footpath, one he’d taken a thousand times before, but there was a desperation with each step that encompassed him so wholly that by the time he’d reached your window, it was almost hard to breathe.

And when he laid eyes on you, on each bruise and cut, on that cast on your wrist, an entirely new emotion rippled through his chest as he fell to his knees at the foot of your bed. “Baby,” he breathed out, wrapping his arms around your middle. He was being so gentle, so careful so as to not hurt you any further. “I was so fucking worried about you. Are you okay? I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I—”

“Billy,” your laugh was gentle as you ran your fingers through his brown locks with your good hand. “I’m okay. I promise.”

He buried his face in your stomach as he held you. “I thought I’d lost you.”

You were quiet for a few seconds before you shook your head. “I’m right here.”

You heard him sniff and when he pulled back to look up at you, his eyes were red and glossy. “Are you in a lot of pain?”

You shrugged and continued to idly run your fingers through his hair. “I’ve been in less pain in my life.”

Billy frowned and slowly got up to his feet to take a seat beside you on the bed. He kissed your shoulder as his eyes swept across your every bruise. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Lay with me?”

In no time at all, the pair of you were laying on your bed as the movie you’d been watching before he’d come in played on in the background. Neither of you were paying much attention to it but the background noise was a good distraction from the fear still stewing beneath the surface.

You were laying on your good side, pressed against Billy’s chest as his thumb circled your knuckles. He was holding you as close as humanly possible, committing the feeling of you here, right now, to memory.

“Is this okay?” He asked tentatively. “You’re not too sore?”

“This is perfect,” you admitted quietly. “I think I’m still running on adrenaline, to be honest. I’m sore but not as sore as I probably should be.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Billy hummed into your hair.

You shook your head. “No,” you muttered. “I don’t want to think about it at all.”

“Okay.” He kissed the back of your head. “Then we won’t talk about it.”

He could feel the steady rise and fall of your chest against his as he held you there. He was still shaking with adrenaline from killing the rich piece of shit that had done this to you, but he had no intention of letting you go.

If he was being honest, he wasn’t sure he could have even if he tried.

Slowly, however, he felt you shift so that you were no longer on your side but laying on your back with those pretty eyes of yours focused in on his. “This movie is garbage.” You complained with a defeated frown. “I put it on in an attempt to distract my own brain, but it’s shit, isn’t it?”

He hadn’t so much as glanced at the TV since he’d stepped foot in your room. “I’ll change it for you. What do you feel like watching?”

You shook your head and grabbed his t-shirt with your good hand as he moved to get up. “I don’t want to watch a movie.”

Billy cocked his head to the side and, while he could see that dark look flash across your face, the one that immediately made his cock twitch in anticipation, he chose to ignore it. He had to ignore it for his own sanity. “What do you want to do? You want to, I don’t know,” he glanced around your room, “you want to play a board game?”

You blinked as a lazy grin broke out across your face. “A board game?” You echoed. “No I don’t want to play a fucking board game, Loomis.”

His own small smile tugged at his lips. “Cards?”

You yanked him back down onto the bed so that you were laying practically nose to nose. “No, I don’t want to play cards.”

He cupped your cheek as gently as he could and slowly let his hand trace over the gash that ran along your hairline. His smile fell as he felt you wince beneath his palm. “I wish I’d have been there, baby.”

“Why?” You whispered. “So that you, too, could look this?”

“You look perfect.”

“I look like shit,” you laughed quietly. “This is probably your blood kink talking, sicko.”

He matched your smile and bumped your nose with his. “Sicko, eh?”

“You heard me.”

Sliding his hand down from your cheek to your neck, he scraped his thumb along your throat and collarbone. And when you gently guided his hand further down your chest towards your breasts, Billy swallowed hard. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You shook your head and bit back a moan as he ran his knuckles across your nipples. “You won’t.”

He watched your nipples harden into buds beneath your thin shirt. “I might.”

“If anything hurts, I’ll tell you to stop.” You reasoned. “I need a distraction and you happen to be my favourite kind of distraction.”

His thumb grazed your nipple from overtop your shirt. He was being so gentle, too gentle, and his eyes were watching your every move as though waiting for you to stop him. But you never did. Instead, he felt you relax against him as he slowly slipped his hand beneath your shirt. Your skin was warm beneath his touch and despite the concern he had about hurting you, that look in your eyes was all he could focus on.

You were just as desperate for him as he was for you.

Flicking his thumb across one of your nipples, he rolled the bud between his fingers and pulled the hem of your shirt down far enough to reveal your tits. His mouth watered as he lowered his mouth onto your tit. His mouth was methodical as he sucked and bit down on your nipple. With every suck, his expert tongue swirled around your nipple, garnering a quiet, desperate moan out of those pretty lips of yours.

“Does that feel good?” He breathed out.

“You know it does.” You gave him another soft moan that made his cock twitch. “Don’t stop.”

As his mouth continued to devour your tits, he slid his hand further down your body before slipping it beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. The familiar small smattering of hair along your mound made his pants tighten as he envisioned himself nose deep inside of your cunt.

God, he fucking loved you.

You’d always been a vocal lover, something he loved so fucking much, but tonight you were quiet. Your breathy moans were hushed as he finger-fucked you and each breath that slid through your parted lips sounded quieter than the last. “Billy” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he’d heard the desperation in it as clear as day. You gave his hair a gentle squeeze and thrust into his palm. “Fuck me, Billy. Please.”

There was something so fucking sexy about hearing you beg for it. Beg for a release only he could give you, but he was still so careful, terrified to make your already sore body worse because he couldn’t hold back.

Two fingers slipped inside of you as his thumb quickened its pace on your clit. You were soaked. Your slick coated his palm and he couldn’t help but slip his fingers out of you only long enough to lick his fingers. Fuck. He needed more of a taste. He needed to taste you on his tongue, feel your clit tremble in his mouth.

“Is it going to hurt to lay down on your stomach?” he asked, coating your tits with slick so that he could lick it off of you.

“Mmm, no I don’t think so.” You moaned. “But why?”

He bit down on your nipple. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded mutely and, with his help, did as you were told. You felt him snake your shorts down the length of your thighs as he kissed the curve of your ass, biting down on one cheek as he went before throwing your shorts across the room. You felt the bed shift as Billy crawled towards you but before you could question him on it, you felt his hands slide beneath your hips to pull you up so that your ass was raised in the air.

“What are you—”

Your words died in your throat as you felt his tongue glide along the folds of your pussy. He heard you gasp and fall back onto your pillow, stifling your moan as best to your ability as the flat of his tongue licked up your core.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he rasped out, sucking on your clit. “But not tonight.”

“Billy,” you moaned. “Please.”

“I know,” he lapped at your clit, snaking his tongue in a circular motion that he knew drove you insane. “But I won’t risk hurting you. Not tonight.”

You were face down, buried in the comforter and pillows of your bed, but with your hips bent at the level Billy had positioned you in, he had full access to both your pussy and your ass. You could feel his fingers kneading into your ass as his lapped up your every fold until settling on your clit again.

Your entire body was red hot. Your nipples were painfully hard and you could hear how wet you were as his mouth imbibed every inch of your pussy. But before you could get used to the feeling of having him suckle and nip at your clit, he seemed to run his fingers down your pussy back up to your ass, spreading your slick all around before his thumb gently began to circle your ass hole.

You gasped at the contact but didn’t shy away from his touch for a single second. It was euphoric feeling him tongue fuck you all the while slowly, gently, fingering your ass. You were writhing beneath him and burying each moan and breath into your pillow. He knew this was killing you, he felt your need, tasted it all over his lips.

But he wasn’t done yet.

Tonight was all about you.

But if he didn’t grant himself a release soon, he was going to die.

So, with his free hand, he unzipped his jeans and began to pump his cock all the while fucking you with his tongue. Slowly, he began to kiss and lick and lap all the way down your pussy until his tongue was where his thumb had been teasing you. “You taste so fucking good.”

His voice was hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look back up at him through a pair of hooded, drowsy eyes, he almost came in his hand right then and there. You looked so fucking perfect.

A slow, tender smile crept along his now glistening lips. “So fucking good.” He doted again, placing a kiss to your left ass cheek as he re-situated himself. Just before he lowered his mouth to your ass, he caught your eye one final time before he shot you a wink.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his tongue began to coax your ass hole. Your entire body was on pins and needles as that expert tongue dipped in and out of you, massaging the insanely sensitive area as he slipped a few fingers back into your pussy. His name tore out of your throat and your knees buckled from the sensation of having his tongue fuck your ass all the while fingering you to bring you closer to a release.

Your knuckles whitened as you gripped the bedsheets and, as the veins in your neck swelled with every laboured breath you managed to draw, Billy felt your entire body tense before you began to buck into his mouth as an orgasm rippled through your body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed, but Billy’s mouth was relentless. And as he pinched your clit all the while dropping his mouth from your ass back down to your pussy, you all but collapsed.

He loved watching you come. You always got this gorgeous, hazy look in your eyes when you came and he could watch your body tremble and rock and writhe all day long. He was painfully hard in his own hand watching you come undone like this.

Just when he was sure you couldn’t take another second of his mouth, he pulled away and gently eased you back down on the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With every heaving breath, he met your tits with a hungry suck as he continued to pump his cock with the image of you like this.

And then he kissed you, felt you lick yourself off of his lips, and he came undone all over your thigh.

He could kiss you all fucking day.

Easing himself back down on the pillow next to you, Billy’s thumb gently raked over the gash that ran along your hairline. His brown eyes soaked in every injury and with every single bruise and cut, he was brought back to the bloodied mess he left Andrew Garner in. One blink, he was there on that bed with you, the next, he was holding the bloody knife as he sliced it into the fucker’s chest.

“I love you,” he heard you say, reaching your good hand out to soothe his hair down. He caught a glimpse of the ring he’d given you and immediately felt his chest tighten as the reality of the day settled in his chest.

He’d almost lost you today.

He’d truly almost lost you and the weight of that reality made his next few words flow out of his mouth with ease.

Focusing in on your face, Billy gave you a small smile as his lips ghosted across your knuckles. “I love you, too.” He whispered with all the sincerity in the world. “And nothing is going to get in the way of that, you hear me?” He pulled you against his chest and breathed in the familiar scent of your hair. “Nothing.”

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