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Part 10 of my 🌙 series!

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Werewolf!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), a bus load of angst, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, creampie.

You pick at the edges of the dress, nervously debating in your head if you'd chosen the right style in such short notice.

Karen had barged into your room and revealed everything she knew to you, leaving you more gaping fish that human.

And now?

You were at the real wedding ceremony. The one tomorrow only being a formality for the people that didn't know about the creatures of the night.

Frank had explained in the car. Yes, Frank, Billy's best friend, and when you'd nervously asked if Billy would be there, wiping your sweaty palms into your dress, you'd let out a sigh of relief when Frank had said no.

He was having trouble keeping his wolf in check, Frank had said, which made you concerned about him, hoping he was okay.

So now, you'd dutifully stood in the corner of the room, watching everyone greet each other excitedly. Karen had disappeared to handle some of her bridesmaid duties and left you beside Maria, where you did your best to be a professional background member.

It was lovely to meet everyone, even though you felt a little awkward. The people around you seemed so close knit, happily enjoying themselves as if it were any other family gathering.

Your dress was a lovely little red wrap, that hugged your waist and flared out at your hips, something well worn through the short time you'd owned it for.

You were at a lovely place, something owned by Curtis, the groom. A place that was more garden and forest than it was buildings.

Maria had given you a footnote version of the wedding ceremony a few minutes earlier. Everyone would go out back, to the edge of the forest, and the couple would say their vows in the moonlight, sealing a bond for life.

It had sounded beautiful, beyond your imagination, and when you try to visualise it now, all you could think about were you and Billy doing the same thing.

It was outrageous, insane, for your brain to still be yearning for him when he wanted nothing to do with you.

You shake your head to clear the fog.

You were still simmering over the realisation that you couldn't have an orgasm, you felt flushed and sensitive with the frustration burning through your body. How was it possible that Billy had ruined you, not just for other men, but ruined you for yourself as well?

Still, although it was terrible now, you knew it wouldn't last forever.

Or at least you hoped.

A bell chimes somewhere in the room of people, silencing them for a brief moment, before everyone begins moving out back.

Maria loops her arm around yours, and you look at her curiously.

"The moon's almost at its highest, which means it's time."

You smile in understanding, allowing her to pull you out back, where your breath is stolen by the view.

The garden is gorgeous, several gazebos framing the area, in the middle is a bubbling fountain. There are lights in some of the shrubs, and a lane of lanterns that show a path through the area.

You follow the crowd, and you look up at the moon in awe.

It's so big, and bright and it's the source of the most light, and it makes you feel so small in its radiance.

Past the fountain, and you see the edge of the forest, where Frank, and Curtis stand under the nearest tree.

There are mysterious glowing objects hanging from the tree, it looks like rocks of some kind, but you're not sure that rocks are supposed to glow like that, a range of blues, purples and greens with hints of white light emanating from each object.

"Moonstone." Maria explains, "It glows in the moonlight when there are wolves around."

You notice it too, the closer the crowd gets, the brighter the crystals glow until they twinkle like stars right above your head.

There are chairs on either side of an aisle, and you take your time, sitting in the second row beside Maria.

You watch Frank's eyes as he sees his wife, his eyes flashing yellow for a brief second and you know she's smiling back at him.

You wish it didn't hurt to look at them, you wish it made you happy. You really, really wanted to be happy for them. Your bottom lip wobbles and your throat tightens.

Something distracts Frank, and he looks up and you see his expression change from sincere love- to shock. He does a good job at masking it, and does an even better job of jabbing Curtis in the ribs with a subtle motion to look behind you. In your peripherals, you see Maria's head turn in confusion, and then she stiffens as well.

Confused, you turn to look back, only to freeze, and face forward once again.

Frank promised, he reassured you that there was nothing to worry about, that there was no way, Billy Russo was coming.

Yet, there he was, walking toward Curtis and Frank as if he had no cares in the world.

You keep your eyes fixed to your fingers, trying to keep yourself calm, but ever so often, you catch someone turning to look at you in confusion and you know that your distress was rolling off of you in waves.

You debate looking up at him, if only for a second, wanting to just see him when you know you shouldn't.

One glance, you tell yourself and you look up.

He's not focused on you, busy taking Curtis into a hug, most likely congratulating him on the occasion.

He looks... a little tired, and the more you look at him, the more you think you can feel it.

Your eyes fall back down to your hands when he moves to stand beside Frank, not feeling ready to meet his eyes yet.

Thankfully, you hear another bell, followed by some light music and everyone looks back.

Karen comes in first, smiling at you when she sees you, walking down the aisle at an easy pace to stand on the opposite side of the aisle from Curtis.

Then, in a casual silver dress, Rebecca, Curtis' bride comes through next.

She looks lovely, even though she isn't dressed to the nines as she will be tomorrow, she still stuns, and you can't help glancing back at Curtis to smile at the way he looks, with his eyes alight with emotion.

Your lip wobbles for a second, watching the couple join hands, and you fight your body, stopping yourself from looking over at him.

You want to, you ache to look, to meet his eyes and have him look at you but you're so scared.

Scared you'll look at him, and there'll be nothing in his eyes when he looks at you.

Frank takes out a red ribbon of some kind and wraps it around the couple's wrists, binding them together.

The ceremony starts, and you try to focus by the words sound muffled in your ear. All you can feel is a deep pull in your stomach, to look at him look at him look at him, and eventually you can't resist, sucking in a deep breath to sneak a glance.

Your heart slams into your ribcage when you find his eyes already on you.

On you is an understatement, his eyes are burning into you, scorching, your stomach flutters and your throat closes because how could someone who doesn't love you look at you like that?

Your lip wobbles yet again, and you look away, feeling your heart ache with the reminder, with the pain of being so close to him and not having him.

You wish it was different, you want him so bad.

Looking up at the moonlit crystals as your eyes fill with tears.

You dab at the corner of your eyes and hope that everyone around passes it off as tears of joy over the wedding.

You take a couple of deep breaths , refocusing on the sweet display of love around you.

Agony.

It's all Billy knows.

Since he lost you, he's been in so much pain again and again and again.

He didn't lose you, he was just too much of a coward to hold on to you.

He's not going to make that mistake ever again.

He stands there, with his eyes fixed on you, begging and tugging at the bond, aching for you to look at him again.

He can feel it, and smell it, the waves of distress and frustration and hurt rolling off of you in waves and his wolf is raging in his head.

He's barely in control, the full moon above him tears at his sanity but its every thought of you that holds him together. Each memory of your kiss holds the ripping seams of him intact.

It's what holds his wolf back tonight- the knowledge that he's going to do everything he can to get you back, to comfort you, to keep you safe and happy the way mates deserve to be treated.

That's what you are to him.

His soulmate.

And though the thought scares him, it also liberates him.

The ceremony comes to an end and you swear that when Curtis and Rebecca kiss, the moonstone glows even brighter.

Everyone begins to filter back toward the house slowly, sometimes mingling around to greet one another, or the bride. You sneak another glance at Billy, he and Frank are locked into an intense conversation that stops suddenly when Billy turns around to meet your eyes. You blanch, and as he begins moving in your direction, you look around to find Karen. Desperate, searching, where is she? There.

You're trying to avoid him as best as possible, weaving in and out of small groups of people and gluing yourself to Karen, offering to help her with any extra duties. You smile and willingly help distribute beverages to some of the family and friends while you're aware of Billy looking at you in your peripherals from his spot at the edge of the room.

As much as you try, Karen eventually disappears for just long enough for Billy to find his way to your side.

It happens quickly, one moment you're giving out your last beverage and turning to the kitchen, the next, his scent is in your nostrils, your heart is in your throat and his voice is in your ear.

"How have you been?" He asks in greeting.

You wonder if exes usually worry this much about each other. You pause for a moment, trying to figure out how exactly you knew it was worry.

"I'm fine." You say easily, still deep in thought.

"You're not. I know you're not." Is his response.

You look up at him in surprise, his amber eyes meeting yours.

"What do you mean?" You ask, looking into his face and memorising all the details.

Billy casts a look aside, and you do too, seeing Frank's stern gaze, looking angrily at Billy from his spot at Maria's side. You wonder what that is about.

"Let's talk outside." He says, no room for question.

You should say no. You should deny him anything he wants simply because it's him that wants it. He offers his hand out to you, and instead of taking it, you wrap your hands around his forearm so that you don't lose him in the crowd, without actually having to touch his bare skin. He leads you outside, into the chilly garden. You can still hear the soft music and the muffled sounds of laughter coming from inside, and you sit under the little gazebo you saw earlier, he steps a bit away from you, and you hate it, but try to accept it.

"I can smell the frustration on your skin." He says finally, looking out at the garden and not at you. Your eyebrows raise in question.

"So?" You ask casually.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You press your teeth together angrily. How dare he ask a question like that.

"Why are you asking this. What does it matter?"

Billy's heart hurts. Because it matters, of course it matters. He wants you happy, he wants your body hot with the overabundance of orgasms. It's what you deserve.

"I can sense it. Your frustration. And I want to help."

"Help?" You ask curiously.

He nods, "Let me take you back to the hotel. Let me take all that frustration away."

You look at him, really look at him, and your stomach burns with need. This was too good to be true. You don't think you have the strength to say no to him, the craving you have is beyond more than you can bear.

"Is this a joke? Are you joking?" You ask, unable to fathom why he would offer to help you if he broke up with you. Your teeth chatter with fear and rage and need and hurt and everything in between.

He turns to look at you, taking steps to finally sit at your side. His eyes are so dark and open, you feel like you can see right into him. He looks.... almost desperate, needy. You wonder if it's all for you. Probably not. Your shoulders drop.

He senses the denial and groans internalls, tries to fight it by getting his body as close you yours as possible. You close your eyes when his scent wraps around you, feeling a strong pull in your chest, and you can't fight it, pressing your head into his neck- leaning forward until there's no space between you and you finally relax against him.

"I'm pathetic." You murmur into his body.

His arms wrap around you, crushing you into him and you love the way it feels, to be back in his arms once more.

"You're not pathetic. You just need some care and attention, and I want to give it to you."

He noses into your hair, mouth pressing to your ear.

"Wouldn't it feel better if I helped you? If I got on my knees and kissed that pussy the way she deserves to be kissed?"

Your breath stutters at his words, you can feel your body responding to his words.

"You-you don't have to-"

"I want to." He murmurs, cutting you off, "I want to bury my tongue between your thighs and feel the way you pull my hair when I get you off on my tongue. And I don't want anything in return. I just want to help you."

Your eyes flutter, raising your head to look up at his now golden eyes. He's beautiful. He always has been.

"You can't stay." You say, trying to have some semblance of control about the situation, "Please don't make me ask after."

He nods, and you smile, pulling him to a stand.

"I'll meet you at your car. Gotta let my date know where I'm going."

Billy tries not to feel too jealous with you calling Karen your date. He was the one about to warm your bed after all. He smiles, and moves to bid Curtis and his wife farewell, before stepping out to wait at the car.

It's where Frank finds him.

Before Frank can say a word, Billy opens his mouth.

"I'm gonna tell her. Everything. Soon."

Frank's anger dissipates easily. He claps his brother on the back.

"I knew you had some balls somewhere down there, Russo. Welcome back."

Billy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, now get outta here before I hit you."

Karen looks a little worried when you tell her that Billy's taking you home.

"Are you sure?" She asks, eyes staring deep into you.

You give her a smile and a nod.

"I trust him, Kar, I'll be okay."

"Okay," she says after a moment, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

Billy's waiting at his car, leaning against the jeep looking very much like the hottest male model on the face of the earth. When he sees you, he gives you a boyish smile, one that sends butterflies scrambling in your stomach in every direction. He opens the passenger door for you, and holds your hand to support you as you enter. He kisses the top of your hand before closing the door.

It feels so normal, and if you close your eyes and take a deep breath, you can imagine that the last three months didn't happen.

The drive starts off quietly, but you can sense that Billy wants to speak, and you wait patiently for him to talk.

"I know I've said it before, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I handled things. I broke up with you like that because I knew I could never do it in person. Truth is, I'm crazy about you, head over heels and it's scary."

You feel anxiety surging through your system and you keep your breathing even. A few moments pass as you try to soothe the feelings inside you.

"I broke up with you because I was scared." He says finally.

You don't look at him, trying to allow his words to sink in.

"I started to feel a way I've never felt before. I- I've had a bad history with people that were supposed to love me, hurting me instead."

You hear his sigh.

"My, entire life, has been one big let down after the next. From my mother, to other people that tried to take advantage of me when I was in the system- the only people I trust, are Curtis and Frank... and it took literal war, to trust them."

He reaches for your hand, and you let him take it, you feel his lips on the back of your hand.

"In my head, I thought I was doing the right thing- the safer thing. I thought a little pain now would save us both leagues of it later."

He waits for a moment, hoping for a response, but you say nothing.

"I'm sorry. You told me that friends don't lie to each other, and I'd really like to be your friend."

More if you'll have me. He adds as an afterthought, but he doesn't want to scare you away.

You try to think, to formulate a response that embodies the way you feel.

"Thanks for telling me," you start, "but I'm not sure if- if I'm ready to forgive you for hurting me. I'm still deciding on that part. I wish you would have talked to me, but I guess I understand that it's hard to trust people, I can't compete with literal war." You say with a small laugh and he squeezes your hand.

"I think I could trust you." He says, pulling into a parking spot, "I don't think I'd need war, but maybe some time."

You smile, "I can give you that, Billy."

When the car switches off, he turns to you, pulling your hand to his chest so that you can feel the muffled thump of his heart.

"You- I- The words are hard to say, but I do want to say them."

Your heart aches for him, and you can't help but lean over the console and pull his face to yours. Your mouths touch hesitantly at first, but only for a second, the chasm of yearning need getting smaller between you.

His lips are... amazing. They feel so good and safe and you can't fight the way you fist his shirt to get more of him. The sparks fly easily, as if they were never gone to begin with. He moans into your mouth and tries to tug you over the console but you're still wearing your seat belt and you squeal in protest when the belt resists his pull.

You break apart with a laugh.

"Sorry. I'm too eager." He confesses and your heart squeezes in your chest.

You quickly unclip the seatbelt and open the car door. He gives you a sinful smile and copies your movements.

Billy wants you so bad that he considers just taking you on the hood of his jeep out in the parking lot, pushing your skirt up and fucking into you while you moan in bliss. He knows you'd let him too, which makes him that much more feverish for you.

He wants this to be special though, he wants to have you completely unwoven and boneless beneath him, and he wants to take his time unravelling you. It's what you deserve.

It's hard to keep still beside you, when all he wants to do- all his wolf is pulling at him to do- is to take you in his arms, and hold you so tightly.

He can't resist when you both step into the elevator, and he wraps an arm around you pulling your back into his chest and you let out a small sound of excitement.

"I can't get you out of my head." He whispers into your ear, "And I don't think I want to anymore." His arm tightens around your middle until there's no space between you. His beard rubs along the shell of your ear, sending sparks down your spine.

"Is your pussy ready for my tongue, princess? Will you lie back and let me taste you?"

Fuck. Fuck his words are absolute sin.

"Yes, Billy. Please."

He hums in delight, the vibration tickling your ear.

"Good girl." He says, just before the elevator doors open.

You interlace your fingers with his and you pull him along to your room, giggling all the way when he runs a warm hand under your skirt to cup your ass in his hands.

He presses you against your room door and he dips his head to kiss at the tops of your breasts, snatching the key card from your hands and using it to open the door.

You both laugh as you stumble in, kicking off shoes and shedding jackets. He picks you up, hands supporting your ass as he presses your back into the wall. His kisses are needy and mind-blowing, it feels like a much longer time than three months.

"Do you like this dress?" He asks between kisses and you smile.

"I like it, but not that much."

He's moving again, this time to sit your body on the large desk in the room. You look down as he fists the material at the top of your dress in either hand. It tears like paper under the force of his hands and you keen when he immediately attaches his mouth to your collarbone, his teeth elongating, scratching over your skin and he stops when his tongue touches the base of your bite mark. Sparks sizzle through your system at the barest hint of a touch to the scar. You let out a long moan at how good he feels.

He freezes and pulls back to study the silvery lines, deep in thought before he redirects his mouth to yours.

You're so in tuned to him that you think you can almost feel his pleasure, and the way he wants- no not want- the way he needs you.

It's crazy, absolutely insane that your mind can falsify this feeling.

You're hands are tugging at his shirt, feeling the planes if his body as you fumble with the buttons. Eventually, you huff with frustration.

"Do you like this shirt?" You ask seriously and he smiles against your mouth.

"I fuckin' hate this shirt, princess." He mumbles and you giggle into his mouth.

You press your mouth back against his, and you pull at either side of the shirt until the buttons are ripping away and falling to the floor, scattering everywhere haphazardly. He lets out a low hiss at your frantic movements, loving the fact that you want him as much as he wants you. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, biting down a little as you release it. He growls loudly before stripping your bra from your body and moving his hands to his sides to let you slip the shirt off his broad shoulders.

He picks you up then, your soft breasts against his chest and you make a small sound as your body hits the bed.

He wastes no time, covering your body with his, feverishly kissing every inch of you he can get his mouth on. He runs the tip of his tongue slowly over your stiffened nipples, groaning with the way he feels your body arch off the bed.

"I fucking missed these gorgeous tits." He gasps, sucking one peak into his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. You mewl in bliss.

He continues to cover your body with kisses- even going as far as to kiss the tips of each of your fingers before he's hooked your panties and are sliding them down your legs.

The smell of your cunt hits him, and his mouth waters immediately. He takes a slow breath in, letting your arousal fill every inch of his body. He feels like he's tearing at the seams, and you're the only thing holding him together- and the very reason he's breaking apart. He sees the glow of his eyes reflected in yours. You look at him in awe and adoration.

Billy's knees would wobble if he were on his feet, the sight of you open for him, something he wasn't sure he'd ever get to see again. Every mark and curve on your body, building up into a fierce definition of you. His hands smooth over the outside of your thighs, unable to fathom how he let himself let go of something so soft.

"Billy?" You call out to him in question, curious as to why he stopped kissing you. His gold eyes meet yours, and you watch as they flicker back to their dark brown.

"Princess?" He asks.

"Having second thoughts?" You ask, even though you know that's not true, you know how he feels. Your heart squeeze painfully for a second for no good reason, before he's shaking his head vigorously.

"Never. It's just that- I forgot how soft you were."

You give him a small smile and watch as he hesitantly presses his face into the inside of your thigh. He moans, rubbing his face into your sensitive skin, and you sigh in response and the sight and feel of him nuzzling his face so close to your intimate parts. His beard deals a gentle scratch that makes you let out a moan of his name.

He looks up at you, eyes glowing once more, and gives you a wicked smile, showing off a hint of his fangs, that would drop your panties instantly-if you were wearing any.

"I believe I promised this pussy a kiss." He says, pushing your legs up and apart as far as they will go till you're open for him, you feel your core throb and clench in response of his amber eyes on you.

He carefully drapes one leg over his shoulder but keeps the other one pushed up as he looks at you for a second to make sure that you want this. When you nod your head, he smiles again, licking his lips before lowering his head.

His tongue is warm, and slides against your wet centre embarrassingly easy. You both moan at the first feeling of each other.

His tongue is dextrous, amazing, and doesn't leave an inch of you untouched.

"So good." He pulls back for a moment to moan, before continuing to lick you slowly from entrance to clit, his hands squeezing your thighs firmly.

He whines for a second, before reaching up to grab both of your hands. He puts one of your hands into his hair, and interlocks your other hand in his.

"Bill." You sigh, tugging on his hair gently so that his mouth is back on you.

He licks you slowly for what feels like a really long time, he doesn't speed up, until he knows you're aching for it. The bond between you helps to tell him exactly how much pleasure you're feeling, how much frustration. He lays little licks to your clit to rile you, he wants to make you feel exactly how you make him feel- mindless and needy and aching.

His cock is swollen and leaking in his pants, rutting his hips against the bed and he thinks that making you cum is going to undo him. His movements become more desperate now, remembering the way it felt when you couldn't cum, and he needs to make you feel better, he's desperate to have you cum.

You feel your toes curl, and you know you're close, so close to hitting a peak that you haven't hit in months.

You let out a little gasp of his name.

He hums into your pussy, laying a few expert licks to your clit and it's all you need.

Your hands tighten as your vision goes white. You shatter under his tongue and he uses the same appendage to put you back together. You feel something more, an extra spike of pleasure in the back of your head that has your orgasm stretching into minutes of mindless bliss.

He comes too.

In his pants, like he did once when he was fourteen. Your pleasure sinks into his skin, and it's the first time he's feeling you cum since the night he bit you and the denial from the day before is too fresh and he hasn't cum in literal months. So when he feels his soulmate cum on his tongue as she screams his name, he forgives himself for releasing with you.

Ethereal.

It's the best way to describe his view, your body arched, your mouth open, your breasts moving as you heave in air, and he languidly continues to lick you, the way he knows you love, drawing out your orgasm.

Your fingers are tight in his hair and he feels his cock stir when you pull his head a closer to rut against his tongue a little.

He moans into your pussy, before pulling back with a little smile.

Billy sits up and leans over to kiss you slowly. His mouth tastes like you, and you sigh blissfully into the kiss.

Your head lifts in confusion as he slips off your body and into the bathroom.

"Are you alright, Billy?"

" 'M fine princess, just got a bit carried away."

You sit up, eyes following him as he comes back without his boxers on.

Your eyes drift lower. His cock is soft, where you know it was hard earlier and a question puts itself together in your head.

"Did you-?"

"-Yes." He says swiftly, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart melts and you open your arms, a silent request for a hug.

You know that a few minutes is all he needs before he's able to go again. He crawls into your arms easily, and you love the way he feels against you, his skin is warm, flushed pink with arousal, you run your palms down the muscled expanse of his back and down to his soft behind. He leans more of his weight on you, and you let out a little squeal as your back hits the bed.

"Who said I was finished kissing that pretty cunt?" He murmurs into your ear and you gasp in surprise when he moves down your body once more.

"Fuck Billy!" You cry, body arched, fingers wrapped tightly in his hair.

Both of your legs are slung over his shoulder as you have your third orgasm on his tongue.

There's a worry that you're hurting him, with your hand tugging at his hair, you move instead to grip the sheets beneath you.

A grunt of disapproval comes from between your legs before his hand moves from your hip to tug your hand back into his hair.

His tongue doesn't stop its skilled torment, dipping down to your entrance where his other hand is, two of his large fingers pumping into you slowly, scorching you from the inside out.

You're shivering, writhing, gasping for air, unsure how you're still alive after experiencing so much pleasure. Surely, you must be dead by now? No human could have Billy Russo's tongue on them for this long and survive to tell the tale.

"You are-" you gasp. His movements slow to hear your words clearly, but slowing down only succeeds in making you whine.

"Say it, baby." He encourages, a slow lick over your clit.

"You're perfect." You groan mindlessly, unable to think or filter your thoughts.

I love you, you chant in your head, on the brink of another orgasm and too busy gasping for air to speak.

Billy feels a warm tug in his chest, urging him to get as close to you a possible.

His movements speed up, and your fourth orgasm slams into you, sending shockwaves through your body. He takes his time, helping you ride it out on his tongue and fingers. But when he doesn't let up, an indication that he wants another orgasm, you beg.

"Mercy." You gasp, hoping he obliges.

You feel him pause, raising his head.

"What was that, princess?"

"Mercy, please, Billy."

His face comes into your vision.

"Too much?"

"Mmm- hmm." You sigh with a nod of you head.

His hand reaches up to wipe at your teary cheeks.

"Sorry princess, was just trying to make up for those last couple of months."

You let out a little giggle.

"You'll kill me." You say, raising one hand to cup his stubbled cheek.

He leans down to kiss the top of your head, your eyes flutter closed.

"It's what you deserve, baby. 'M just giving you what you're worth."

Another laugh from your mouth, you look up at him, he's smiling along with you.

Your heart wants to burst in your chest, looking up at him, having him here, the way you've been wishing for, for the last few months.

He dips his head, and when his lips meet yours, it feels like the first time all over again. A calm settles over you, cupping his cheeks, silently pleading that he never stops kissing you. His hand leaves warm tingles over your cheek and you sigh blissfully as it trails lower over your neck.

You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as his hand drifts over your bite mark, his thumb pressing into the scar. Billy pulls away in surprise, to watch the way your breathing speeds up as his hand makes contact with the healed bite.

"You alright?" He asks, and you suck in a breath, trying to get your body back under control. His hand moves back up to your cheek, which gives your brain the opportunity to recalibrate itself.

"Sorry," you say between breaths, "That's never happened before."

A soft smile on his face, and he's kissing you again.

You wrap your legs around his hips tighter, pushing your aching core to his erection, he stutters out a moan, one of his hands slip down to grip his cock. He takes his time, kissing your cheeks and forehead, gliding the swollen head of his cock against your clit. His mouth wanders down your neck, and you tilt your head reflexively.

His eyes are glowing again as he lines himself up just right.

"Missed you." He whispers, just before pushing into you.

He slips right in, as if it's where he's always meant to be, filling you so slowly that you can feel every inch of him.

"B- Big." You squeak.

"Shhh, princess, I know. Let me take care of you." He leans down to kiss your bite, groaning when he feels you clench hard around him, a stuttered sound of pleasure leaving your throat.

He pushes in inch by inch, rocking his hips to let your wetness coat him well enough before moving in another inch.

Your nails scratch at his back, bearing down when he goes deeper, and holding him in place when he pulls out.

"So good for me, baby, doing so good. Gripping me so tight. I might come later just from the memory of this."

You groan helplessly, unable to say another word as his cock rubs you just right, for just long enough, and you can scream from how good it feels.

"Billy" You say his name in warning, trying to let him know, but your voice gets trapped in your throat.

"I know, princess, let go for me. Give me what I've been dreaming of."

His thrusts grow a little rougher, his beard scratching your ear as you listen to his deep grunts and groans while he pumps his cock into you.

It's too much and not enough, it's white hot and ice cold and it temporarily blinds you when you come.

You can't stop shaking, your entire body exploding around him. You grip the back of his head to pull his face into your neck, groaning blissfully as he kisses gently over your bite scar. Sparks dance over your skin and you come to the realisation that your bite mark is sensitive to his touch.

"You're amazing, baby." Billy groans into your neck, the heat of his breath sending new tingles down your spine.

You groan as he resumes rocking into you. There's something about the ample size of his cock, pressing every inch of you open until he feels like he's deep inside you that's so potent- you swear you can feel everything he's feeling- right on the tip of your tongue. You tug at the sensation, like there's a cord connecting you to him and he groans, his thrusts growing harsher.

"It's all for you." Billy murmurs inexplicably, "It's always going to be all for you."

The words fill your chest, spills over. You say his name like praise, like devotion.

Like love.

He raises his head from your neck with a gasp, his eyes are amber rimmed, his fangs are bared for you to see.

You can't help tilting your head to the side, hoping for another bite. If he notices, he doesn't oblige, gripping your jaw instead to press his lips to yours.

"I'm close." He gasps into your mouth, and your nails press into his shoulders, indicating that you're the same.

With a few powerful thrusts, he roars, his body shuddering as he releases right into you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pants hotly into your mouth, thrusting a few more times and watching as you come undone once more on his cock.

You pulse around him, encouraging every drop of cum he has to fill you. Billy feels so good, like the best version of himself as he slips out of you, kissing you eagerly.

You return his kisses eagerly, remembering in the back of your head, what you made him agree to before starting this endeavour.

"Don't make me say it." You murmur against his mouth, he pauses, to look up at you, you heart beginning to ache slowly in your chest.

"You promised," you reminded him, "Please don't make me ask again, I don't think I have the strength."

You wanted him to leave.

You'd made him agree to leave after and like a pathetic fool, eager for any crumb of your attention, he'd accepted.

He was feeling it now, the pain of what you were asking.

You wanted him to leave. You hadn't really forgiven him yet.

So many things float through his mind, at the forefront, is pain.

You wanted him to leave.

"Billy." You urge, his eyes dart to meet yours, he can sense how hard it is for you, but he knows you're probably still trying to hold onto any semblance of control that you still can.

He resigns himself to it, nodding with a sigh.

"I promised." He agrees, leaning down to impart one final kiss to your lips. His heart feels like it's soaring and plummeting all at the same time.

His eyes fall to the silvery scar on your neck as he pulls away from you. You raise your head to watch him. He reaches for his shirt, and then his pants, going commando instead of wearing his cum-soaked boxers. He feels a little used, but he tries not to let it get to him- it's the least he deserves after all.

It hurts to watch him leave, but you know it's what's best for you. You're not going to fall back into his arms so easily, not after the ways he's hurt you. You let it hurt, reminding yourself that this is necessary.

At the door, he pauses when you say his name.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You ask, extending an olive branch in hopes that this hasn't made him resent you in any way.

He sucks in a deep breath, you gulp, noting his eyes are extra glassy.

He gives you a nod, and a hopeful smile.

"Tomorrow." He confirms, before he's out the door.

Gone.

Leaving you behind on the bed you've just made love on, his cum still damp between your thighs.

You suck in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it all out.

#billy russo #ben barnes #billy russo x reader #my writings #billy russo x female reader #the punisher #billy russo smut #werewolf!billy russo #monster!billy #monster!billyrusso #werewolf!billy

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shieldofiron · 1 year

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How do you feel about werewolf billy that Steve just walks around on a leash (while wolfed out) cause he’s such a chill ass wolf

Also bonus un-wolfed billy blowing Steve’s back out! Ya know just for fun lmao

How do I feel?? I feel werewolf billy in this chilis tonight. Just a little lemon at the end. Just the tip, if you will.

"Fluff ball!" Robin giggles and kneels down, rubbing Billy's head all over, "Hey, missed ya, buttface."

"He missed you too," Steve laughs as Billy pulls hard on the leash.

Mrs Buckley looks a little taken aback when Billy jumps to get Robin's face, and instantly, Billy's back on four paws, glancing up at Robin balefully.

"Do you have him a few more days?" Robin asks.

"Nah," Steve itches his chin, "This is the last night and then my cousin will be back from Indianapolis."

Robin giggles again as Billy places one paw on her knee, "It's so weird, I never see him around town until you babysit him."

Steve shrugs, "My cousin's a kind of a hermit. Well, I don't want to bug you all, just wanted to bring him by to see you."

Billy shoots Steve a look as Steve tugs on his leash, but he goes easily to Steve's side.

"He's so tame," Mr Buckley marvels, "Is he half or-"

Steve shakes his head, "No, he's a real wolf."

Mrs Buckley blinks several times, "My word."

"Totally tame, aren't you Fluffster?"

Billy gives him a sassy look and then looks back at Mrs. Buckley. He actually nods, the little shit, gleaming rose gold in the street lamps.

"Wow," Mr Buckley breathes.

"He's my cousin's really," Steve smirks, "I'm just a babysitter."

Billy huffs a little, blue eyes laughing at Steve, the way only Steve can tell.

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The next morning Steve's awoken by the sound of a tiny bell. Light streams through the windows, painting Billy's curls rosy gold.

Billy buckles the collar around Steve's throat and attaches the leash while Steve is still in the process of waking up. He blinks into the pillow as the leash gets pulled back with a little tinkle of the bell. Steve arches his ass up instinctively, right into Billy's waiting hands.

"Morning," Billy smirks, pulling Steve up to press a kiss to Steve's upper lip, and dig a hand into Steve's chest hair "Fluffster."

Steve smiles, "You liked that one huh?"

Billy's cheeks are a little pink, and he tugs on Steve's leash, "Fuck off."

Steve arches his ass up again, groaning when Billy's thighs tighten around his hips, "Fuck me, please... it's been three days."

"You want it so bad, huh, fluffykins?" Billy murmers, grinding his cock into Steve's ass.

"Fluffster," Steve corrects.

"Oh, you'll get it now," Billy presses another hard kiss to Steve's mouth.

"Yeah, give it to me," Steve grasps at the side of Billy's face and melts into the mattress, "Please."

"Totally tame, aren't you, Stevie?" Billy growls, fucking into Steve's thighs, "Totally fucking tame."

#harringrove #lemon ish #just the tip if you will #everyones got werewolf billy on the brain #harringrove ficlet #asks #werewolf!billy

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 1 month

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The beta is coming to protect the pack...

*Please note that Billy will not be written like he is in the show, more OC. He is not a love interest. So I hope it doesn't prevent you from reading.

pack aesthetics here.

#billy hargrove x sibling!reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x sib!reader #you x billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfic #werewolf!billy hargrove #werewolf!billy #btpml #reader x billy hargrove

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 9 months

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Harringrove camp counselors x werewolf au anyone?

Camp starts in a few days, Billy is getting ready for the shift and is thus super grumpy and practically starving. Steve is the only thing that stands between him and doom and destruction.

Tomorrow night is the full moon.

Billy's been on a short fuse all morning. Snapped at Jonathan and Keith and anyone else who so much as looked his way.

The only time he's somewhat calmed down all day is when he sat down to eat a little while ago. Of course, he plowed through his meal, and looked mildly upset enough afterwards for Steve to slide his tray over. Billy fixed him with grateful, almost teary eyes before he tucked his fork into the mashed potatoes.

Steve feels bad that he can't offer the usual treatment. Can't have Billy bundled up on the sofa with steak and French fries sitting in front of him at every meal.

The best he can do out here is make sure the tank is full of something, even if it can't be purely protein.

That, and he came absolutely loaded with jerky and Slim Jim's.

By the time mid afternoon rolls around, Billy is sluggish. Sitting by the lake in a lounge chair, umpteenth meat stick in his hand, stomach glaringly full.

He's not as cut as he used to be. Steve appreciates soft abs, thick thighs. Seeing the blond with a rounded tummy like this makes him feel...

Domestic.

Like he could scoop Billy up and lavish him with kisses and attention until he's breathless from it. Or buy him a house.

Whichever.

It's just their luck that someone else would take notice to the fact that they’ve disappeared from the main campground. Eddie's snickering alerts them to his presence before he ever shows up, Chrissy trailing next to him.

"Damn, Hargrove, don't let Keith catch you slacking off," he says. Stands too close for comfort and earns a scoff from Billy. "How many strikes until he boots your ass off the program?"

Munson glances over at Steve, who's been sitting crisscross on the ground flipping through his itinerary, looking over the names of his soon-to-arrive list of campers. Steve shakes his head, raising his eyebrows in hopes that Munson interprets it as lay off. He doesn't, of course.

Just winks at Steve and crouches down next to Billy's chair.

Although Billy's wearing sunglasses, it's obvious from his demeanor that he's glaring daggers at Eddie.

The two aren't exactly friends, aren't exactly enemies. Billy buys off him occasionally. Laughs at a joke every now and then. Playfully flirts back when Eddie deals the first cutesy pet name.

But Billy doesn't put him on a pedestal like other people tend to do. He isn't nice to him just because he's got good weed; no one crosses Billy Hargrove and gets away with it. Something that Steve learned the hard way when they first met.

Before they became friends. Before they were gentle to one another.

So Billy doesn't hesitate to smack Eddie's hand away when he reaches out to pinch teasingly at his side.

"Guess we know the snacks are good at Harrington's place," Eddie teases. "Hell, I'd get fat too if I had name brand shit at my disposal all the time."

Billy grits his teeth. Steve wants to usher Eddie away for him, if for no other reason than it might help Eddie keep all of his limbs intact. But Eddie's too fast and too stupid to be stopped.

He snatches the Slim Jim from Billy's hand and goes to take a bite, but it doesn't make it to his mouth before Billy has risen up from his seat. Steve, fearing the worst, jumps up as well. Readies himself to intervene if he has to, to remind Billy of his own strength before he does any serious damage.

But Billy doesn't pick Eddie up by his throat to strangle the life out of him. No, he manhandles him and swings him over his shoulder, stomping towards the lake with Eddie kicking and screaming all the while.

When he gets nearly knee-deep in the water, he throws him. Far enough out that Eddie actually sinks and takes a moment to resurface.

When he does, he swipes his wet bangs out of his face, clearly about to blow his gasket.

But Billy stays standing there. Chest heaving, shoulders squared, and the anger relaxes off of Eddie's face. Turns into fear, briefly, like he's worried that if he swims to shore, Billy will crush his skull between his hands. Or shove his head under the water and not let it come back up.

Neither of which are too far from the truth, just based on the way that the veins are popping to the surface on the blond’s neck.

Steve jogs out to where Billy stands in the water, setting a careful hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, c'mon, let's go take a walk, huh?" Steve coos.

Gently grabs Billy's hand and guides him out of the lake, leaving Eddie floating just a ways off. Slim Jim bobbing on the surface of the water.

When the two pass by Chrissy, she mouths an I'm sorry to Billy before she jogs out to help Eddie back to shore. And probably to lecture him for being mean, which is something she does fairly often.

Even if he doesn't have bad intentions, the guy can't keep his mouth shut to save his life.

By the time supper rolls around, Billy is antsy. It takes Steve rubbing his back while seated in the dining hall to calm him down enough to eat.

Their friends give them wary glances. Clearly concerned, but too afraid to ask what's wrong. It's not like Steve could really tell them anyway. He just tries to soothe the blond the best that he can.

That turns out to be easier after dinner, when the two sneak off to the bathrooms and Steve tugs Billy's shorts down. Presses up behind him as Billy leans his hands on the sink, legs spread as he pitches forward to take all that Steve has to offer.

The blond isn't even quiet. He moans loud. Watches their reflections with half-lidded eyes in the mirror, cock bobbing between his legs as Steve thrusts into him.

When he comes, his brows knit together and his mouth parts around a pretty sound. It's the most at ease that Steve has seen him all day.

It makes him want to prolong this moment. He keeps pushing into Billy, savoring his whimpers and gasps as he grips at his hips. Smooths a hand over his abdomen, relishing how soft and full he feels against his palm. Billy pushes back into him, trying to take him deeper.

"Y'know, fuck Munson," Steve pants. Drags kisses against Billy's neck and nibbles at his ear, earning another moan. "I like your tummy."

Billy whines. Another pearly bead dribbles from his tip, the first of many as Steve keeps plowing into him.

After having his soft underbelly squeezed by a slender hand, he spills another load. Steve is soon to follow, pressing his fingers into his lover's pudge until his hips are stuttering and he's tipping over that edge as well.

Billy moans as he's filled up. Cups his hand over the back of Steve's and holds it there as they both sit on that high together.

The brunet smiles against Billy's skin. Lavishes his neck with attention as they come down together, still linked, still cradling Billy's full tummy.

"Do you feel better, bubs?" Steve asks.

Billy just pants for a moment. Smiles at Steve in the mirror and winks at him.

If their little bathroom hangout was heard, no one says anything about it. Not even when the two of them climb into one bunk at the end of the night.

Part 1?

I have more of this, but idk if it’s even something people wanna read, so I haven’t completely flushed out the concept yet. I guess lmk?

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fizzigigsimmer · 1 year

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Steve The Teenage Witch

A few things every young practitioner should know:

1. Some rituals draw unwanted attention.

2. Vampires can be very mischievous.

3. Werewolves don’t like that, but Witches are always game for a contest.

4. A little loving is a great way to end a friendly competition.

5. Weres never stop competing!

#steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #eddie munson #harringroverson #witch!steve #werewolf!billy #vampire!eddie #the sims 4 #happy halloween #harringrove sims #steve x eddie x billy #billy x steve #steve the teenage witch

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dalekofchaos · 2 years

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Consider this. Not only does Vecna resurrect Eddie as Kas, but he also resurrects Chrissy as a Lich Queen and Billy as a Werewolf

#Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Chrissy Cunningham #Billy Hargrove #Kas!Eddie #Werewolf!Billy

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spaceofentropy · 5 months

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So. In the past, a couple of people asked for a continuation to What doesn't kill you makes you a monster, and I had a vague idea of maybe one day writing more of demobat!Steve dealing with the joys of being half demobat, half video store clerk, but nothing concrete.

Until the brain weasels got their own idea of what could happen next and I spent the last 3 weeks writing what was supposed to be a quick continuation, no more than 10k words, and instead turned into 29k words of monsters, angst, monsters angsting and fucking, and a lot of animal blood.

Read the tags, exercise discretion, and have fun if this is the kind of thing you think you'll like to read.

As usual, demobat!Steve inspired by these posts by @naiad-r which are *chef's kiss* ❤️

#harringrove #my fanfic #my stuff #harringrove fic #billy hargrove #steve harrington #monsterfucking #demobat!steve #werewolf!billy

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themedievaldead · 2 months

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I love you valentimes day i love you the colors pink and red i love you LOVE heart heart heart smile emoji hug emoji

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decadentworld · 1 year

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Thoughts are being thunk about werewolves’ more feral behaviors bleeding into their human forms. (18+ after the cut)

A werewolf boyfriend who can’t help but howl when he’s excited about something. Cute when he’s in his were form, mortifying when he does it in his human form. (But you still find him adorable).

Not realizing how weird it might sound to other people that he’s just asked you if you wanted to play tag. Realizing it after he’s said it and covering his face in embarrassment.

Trying to stop the tilting of his head when he hears an interesting sound.

Growling at a person he doesn’t like.

Preferring to grab things with his mouth rather than with his hands. Receiving the most perplexed reactions from other people and getting red to the tip of his ears.

Making happy noises while he eats a yummy food.

Being unable to stop himself from yelping and whimpering in happiness when you come home, even if it’s only been a few hours, almost on the brink of tears.

Him trying and failing to stop the jiggling of his leg when you run your hand through his hair.

Whining and clinging onto you when he’s had a bad day, thoroughly scenting you but then getting shy about it.

(You pressing him harder against your neck. Him making an overwhelmed noise when he catches your overpowering scent. Maybe him getting weak in the knees after you command him to lick as much of your scent as he wants.)

Blushing so hard when you find him nesting. You finding him so endearing that you give him some of your clothes to add to the nest.

Having a very strong reaction to you calling him a ‘good boy’.

Helping him through his heat. Him making the most adorable needy noises.

Him presenting himself to you, face down, ass up, unable to stop himself as he gets more desperate for you to mount him.

Being unable to talk as you pound him deep into the bed. Only being able to make incomprehensible noises. Downright slobbering onto the mattress. Tongue out.

Making the most animalistic noise and cumming so hard when you add fingers around your cock inside him in place of a knot.

Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok or YouTube videos.

#top male reader #dom male reader #sub bottom male #fanfic #male x male #A/B/O verse #(if you squint)#minors do not interact #Tell me why I was thinking about werewolf Billy as I wrote this for some reason 😭 😭

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neonponders · 1 year

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I’m thinking of a pocketverse scenario where big Billy is a werewolf but the best little Billy can do is sprout ears and a tail. Otherwise, he just bites and awwoooo ‘s a lot 🥺😩😤

#harringrove #pocket!au #werewolf!billy

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adelacreations · 3 months

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"The silence hung in the air a moment more before Steve grabbed Billy’s face and kissed him, firm and determined and scared. It was like time stopped, like a million droplets of rain froze in the air to refract the lights into beams across the universe. They sparkled and shone in the dark of the night, a gorgeous backdrop of chimes and the fuzz of silence in their ears."

For the @bigbangharringrove event! My illustration for "Heaven Help Us (Make A Saint Of Me) by @/ADEITYOFCHAOS on twitter!

Link to the fic [HERE]

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #billy antis dni #my artz #adelacreationsartz #stranger things #vampire billy hargrove #werewolf steve harrngton #harringrove bigbang #fanart

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 1 year

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Hi! *Waves* I just binged your Werewolf!Billy series and wanted to ask if you were planning on continuing it? I'm dying to know how reader reacts once Billy tells her what the bite did, especially since she seems to know that she can somehow feel what he feels after what happened in the last chapter

Hellooooo

I am planning on continuing yes!

Ummmm

It doesn't happen so simply heh heh 😅 sorry

#ask #werewolf! billy russo #monster!billy #monster!billy russo #🌙 series #🌙 series review #werewolf!billy

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undercoveravenger · 7 months

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Intoxication

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “love potion mix-up with Billy Hargrove??”

A/N: Happy Spooky Month everyone! Here's the first post for the 2023 Spooky Month event - the next post will be dropping on Tuesday, October 10th. Hope you enjoy!

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Things had been strange ever since the arrival of Billy Hargrove and his little sister, Max.

Well, things in Hawkins had been weird for a lot longer than that, especially since you and your best friend Steve had befriended the group of misfit kids that called themselves “the Party”. They’d introduced the two of you to a secret side of Hawkins, where magic and curses and strange creatures ran amok. One of the kids, a girl named Eleven, was able to control objects with her mind and see beyond what was there. Another, Will, was psychic and could connect to other planes of existence. Dustin had a way of knowing how things fit together before anyone else could even guess. Steve’s coworker from Scoops Ahoy, Robin, was a witch. And now, Max and her brother. Werewolves, if what Lucas had told you was to be believed.

But you really couldn’t bring yourself to care much about Billy Hargrove. Not when so much of his life seemed to be spent antagonizing your best friend and trying to disrupt your comfortable station within the school’s hierarchy, seemingly dead set on turning your life upside down. Even at stupid parties like this one, you could hear people chanting Billy’s name while he faced off against Steve in a match of beer pong somewhere deeper in the house while you try to coax the sticker-covered flask away from Robin in the kitchen.

“Robs, babe,” you murmur, sidling up beside her and leaning back against the kitchen island, “I think Vickie likes you already. I know it’s scary to risk rejection, but a love potion isn’t the solution here.”

Robin nods slowly to herself, but her fingers don’t loosen around the metal. “But what if I can’t do it?”

You cock your head, smiling as she meets your eyes. “But isn’t asking her and knowing better than using that and not knowing how she really feels?”

It takes a moment of consideration, but your friend nods, setting the flask on the chipped marble countertop.

“It’s more of an enhancer than-” Robin starts and it’s clear that you’re about to get one of Robin’s infamous lectures on the science of magic when she is cut off by someone snatching the flask from its place in front of the two of you.

“Aww, so sweet of you to have my next drink ready for me,” Billy Hargrove leers at you, unscrewing the cap of the flask even as his usual infuriating smirk slips over his lips, pretty blue eyes fixed on yours in with that intense, holier-than-thou look he always had. Just because he was tall and handsome and had pretty eyes and hair that you kind of want to curl your fingers into and use to pull him closer to shut him up with a kiss, doesn’t mean he could do anything but irritate you by looking at you like he knew something he wasn’t willing to share.

Your heart lurches in your chest as he raises the flask, you know you have to at least try to stop him, especially since Robin seems so stunned you’re not entirely sure she could say anything at all.

“Probably don’t wanna drink that, Hargrove,” you say, reaching out just in time to catch his wrist. “Might end up with something worse than a hangover.”

Billy leans forward against the counter, using his other forearm to prop himself up, raising an eyebrow pointedly as he looks at your hand, holding tight around his wrist, before his eyes shift up to meet yours. “You threatenin’ me?”

A derisive snort escapes you, and you gesture subtly for Robin to make her escape. The last thing you’d want is for Billy to figure out she had anything to do with whatever happens if he’s stubborn enough to drink the potion and start targeting her once it wears off. She catches your hint and mumbles an excuse about finding Steve, disappearing quickly into the crowd.

“Of course not,” you say, releasing him and holding your hands up placatingly. Sure, you didn’t really want to spend longer than necessary around Billy Hargrove, but you wanted to spend time with a pissed off Billy Hargrove even less. “Just think it probably wouldn’t be something you would like, so I was just hoping to get it back,” you reached for it as you spoke, leaning across the island yourself to try to make a grab for the flask.

Billy snatches it away, taking a long gulp from the mouth of the flask, grinning at you all the while. He pulls a face, but doesn’t wince the way one might at the burn of alcohol, but you can see the moment the look in his eyes starts to shift and the realization hits you with all the weight of a semi-truck.

Billy Hargrove had just taken a love potion while looking right at you. Billy Hargrove was about to be convinced that you were the love of his life.

“Well,” you say, eyes flickering around to look anywhere but at Billy, “I should really be going.” You push back upright, swiftly turning to make your way out the back door of the house and starting off down the sidewalk in the direction of your own home before Billy could speak. You don’t make it far before you realize you’re being followed, the scuff of Billy’s worn leather boots giving him away as he trails behind you.

“You’re not as stealthy as you think you are,” you call back over your shoulder, pace remaining steady even as Billy speeds up to walk beside you.

“Wasn’t tryin’ to be,” he drawls, lips quirking up into something softer than his usual sneer. “Just walkin’.”

You study him for a long moment. “Didn’t you drive to the party? Surprised you’d leave your precious Camaro behind.”

“I’ve been drinking,” he shrugs, clearly trying to appear nonchalant. “Drunk driving’s dangerous, y’know.” He’s quiet for a minute and you find yourself almost wondering what he’s thinking.

“You don’t have to walk me home if that’s what this is,” you say, shoving your hands in your pockets and focusing your eyes on the way the lights on the stoplight a few blocks down flicker. “Steve already made me promise to call him when I get home.”

Billy huffs and he almost seems to be pouting when you glance over at him. “Don’t see why you’re with that loser in the first place. ‘s not good enough for you anyway.”

His words shock you enough that your steps falter and you have to turn to face him to see if he’s joking or not. Billy looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him, steely blue eyes fixed firmly on you.

You have to fumble for words for a minute, the first thing you’re able to force out being a weak protest. “Steve’s not a loser!” Then the rest of his words catch up to you, “And he’s just my best friend, anyways.”

Billy seems to brighten at that, a more genuine smile crossing his lips than you’d ever seen before. “So,” he says, moving toward you slowly. The dull orange glow of the streetlights makes his hair shine almost copper and his eyes flash that distinct werewolf silver as he stalks toward you, gently herding you backward until your back is pressed to the brick wall of some long-closed business and Billy’s in front of you, arms caging you in on either side. On any other day, you might’ve felt claustrophobic- trapped and threatened by someone determined to fuck up your life. But today- with that love drunk look in Billy's eyes and that fond grin on his face, you were hesitantly pleased with your position. "If you're not with Harrington," Billy starts, leaning just a bit closer, until you can almost feel the breath of his words against your lips, "Does that mean you're available to go out with me on Friday?"

Part of you is tempted to say yes- to give in to this sweet, intoxicating side of Billy and let this go as far as he wants to take it- but the rest of you knows that what's happening is wrong.

You press a hand to Billy’s chest, pushing him back enough to give yourself some breathing room.

"I would, but this isn't real, Billy." You force yourself to say, "You drank a love potion tonight- this- you don't mean any of this."

Billy laughs then, full and unrestrained and the most genuine you've ever heard him be. "That shit doesn't work on werewolves. Metabolism’s too fast for it to really do much of anything," he says, grin unable to be helped even as his laughter subsides. "And even if it did, the stuff that your buddy whipped up just makes feelings that's already there easier to act on."

You blink, the pressure you'd been using to keep Billy at bay slacking as you think through what he'd said. If he hadn't been affected by Robin’s potion then-

Billy nudges closer, slipping his arms around your middle and tucking his face against the side of your neck. "The reason I was always so shitty to Harrington is that I was jealous," he murmurs softly, and you can feel the way he grins just a little wider as you start to relax against him, "I wanted to have people look at me like they look at him. I wanted to have you look at me like I was him."

You can’t help the way your hands come up to curl around him too, the way your fingers curl into his shirt, or the way you press just a bit closer to him. You can’t help the answering grin from carving its way across your cheeks at the thought of how pleased Billy seems to be at being the center of your attention, but you also can’t stop those few little questions from itching away inside your mind.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” The thought escapes you almost unbidden, before you can second-guess yourself, and you can’t help but keep talking. “Why didn’t you ask me out? Or- or just say hi? Something other than-” you gesture vaguely back in the direction of the party.

The tired sigh that escapes him makes it clear he knows you’re talking about his grudge against Steve and all the drama he’s stirred up for the two of you.

“It’s-” he has to pause and think over his words for a moment before he can continue. “My experience with love is… complicated. My mom died when I was little and my dad- he changed after that. Got mean. Angry.” He swallows hard, pulling away far enough to look at you, to really look at you. “He made it clear that he expected pretty specific behavior from me and anything that didn’t meet that wasn’t… good for me. Liking a guy- well, that was pretty far from what he’d expect.” His hands drop from your sides and he steps back a bit, arms crossing over his chest like he’s trying to distance himself from his thoughts. “So I was rude and sarcastic and I was mean to Harrington because at least that kept me in your peripheral.” He meets your eyes again, bright and open and honest in the orange glow of the streetlights, “But I don’t want to just be in your peripheral anymore.”

With all of what he'd said playing through your mind, finding the right words is proving difficult. "If we’re gonna try this, you've gotta leave Steve alone," you start finally, heart squeezing with more fondness than you're ready to admit as you watch the realization of what you mean starts to sink in and a million-watt smile pulls at Billy’s lips. "And Robin and the kids, too.”

A giddy laugh escapes Billy and he takes your hand in his, tugging you back down the street in the direction the two of you had been walking. “That’s a deal I’d make a thousand times over,” he says, grinning brightly as he walked with you, fingers intertwined with yours, hands swinging easily between the two of you.

Conversation flows easily as the two of you walk and you’re more at peace with Billy now than you could ever remember being with any of your exes, he insists on walking you home no matter how many times you tell him he doesn’t need to.

“Go out with me on Friday?” He says as the two of you stop at the foot of your driveway. “We could go for a picnic or to the drive-in if you want?”

When he’s looking at you like that, you can’t help but agree, quickly finding yourself more and more excited about your pending date.

Billy kisses your hand before he lets go, stepping back as you turn away from him and head for your house.

Billy smiles to himself as he watches you make your way up the driveway, keeping watch until you're safely inside, before turning and heading off in the direction of his own home. No, he knew he'd never have needed that love potion- not when it came to you. Billy Hargrove had been intoxicated by you since the first time he met you and he knows that isn't going to change any time soon.

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