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quellmythirst · 3 years ago

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Going Up Part 6

Summary: You go home with Billy after your date

Pairing: SheildAgent!Reader x Billy Russo

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT Minors DNI, Sex, Fingering, choking, shower sex.

An: If you're happy with the kiss as an ending thats totally cool. But I felt they needed a bit more spicy of a send off.

Part 5

//YN//

The rain beats down on your heads as you rush back to your building, puddles splashing into your shoes and up your bare legs. A chill running down your spine with every drop of water, Billy’s warm hand clasps yours, guiding you through the busy night street with effortless ease. His steps do not miss a mark when they pivot to keep you from the oncoming masses. You follow behind like a shadow, a practiced skill you had honed through years of running from fights behind Nat or Steve and more recently Bucky.

You enter your building, the both of you shivering and dripping onto the marble floors. The both of you laughing together as you notice the stares and comments of the other residents.

“Sir, I-” the bellboy offers, handing Billy an oversized towel, “I- There's only one,” he apolosiges, his eyes deliberately on the floor as the kid tries not to stare at you.

“Thank you,” Billy says, draping the towel over his shoulder and ruffling his hair. He hands you the towel as you fumble your way to the elevator, all but clinging to each other for warmth, hoping that this elevator ride goes faster than the others you had taken with him.

“You’re soaked,” Billy says, “It suits you,” he wipes some of the hairs that had stuck to your forehead away, sticking them back with the rest. His hands grip the edge of the towel that you sat over your shoulders for warmth.

“What? The drowned rat look?” you laugh trying to ease some of the electricity that had been building during your run in the rain, that was sparking back to life when your laughter subsides.

“No,” his breath heavy, tugging you closer to him, lifting your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, “Not what I meant, at all,” he leans down, seizing your lips. His hands hold firm on your face, keeping your lips on his. Your hands travel up his jacket, droplets of water drip from it and down your wrist sending a chill into your veins. You work your hands through his messy hair, shaking the excess water from it. His hands explore the dress that now clung even tighter to your body. He steps, his body pressing the cold walls of the elevator into your soaking back, making you jolt forward when a shiver ran through you.

“Walls, fuckin cold,” your teeth chatter and you snuggle into Billy.

The elevator door dings open and you realise with a start that this is not your floor, and say as much.

“Only just noticed that? You must be a spy,” he jokes, wrapping the towel back over your shoulders. He steps forward before looking back at you, “You coming in or?” he clicks on the wall and dim lights begin to fill the room.

“Wow, this is-” you stare around, taking in the high gloss of the place, the clinical minimalism, the soft masculine tones and sharp edges of the furniture.

“Nice,”

“I was going to say ‘Stark Chic’” you laugh, but notice the way his brow furrows at the mention of your friend, “Can I?” you look around trying to maybe just find a bathroom to dry your hair.

“Did you want to take a shower?” he says peeling his sticky clothes from himself and throwing them on the ground behind him. You stood there, staring at his rippling back as he walked towards the back of the apartment, “Bathrooms this way,”

You shook your head, clearing the brain rot away and followed suit, peeling back your coat and dropping your soaked heels onto the ground, still unsure if you had the gusto to follow through, but knew you’d have to decide sooner or later, “This one?” you ask, rushing past him and sliding along the cold tiles underneath, hurriedly trying to get something warm under your feet.

“Yeah, the towels are in the cupboard help yourself,” he smiles, opening the door for you and you step into the large space, the tiles warm on your feet as you lean into the shower and turn the water on. Steam fills the room, your breath foggy as you bask in the warmth. The lights dim in this large space, bouncing off luster of the white tiles. You look back to see Billy only wearing his pants, his lean, chiseled body pressing against the doorframe as he watches you.

“Are you not joining me?” you ask, testing the water with your hand to find it the perfect temperature.

“I was going to get you something dry to wear,” he says, turning and seeming to leave you to your shower.

“Shame,” you say, peeling your dress down and throwing it through the door, it landed at his feet, “Showers awfully big for one person,”

//Billy//

The gods where testing him, he was sure. He had taken nearly all of his strength not to fuck you in that elevator. And now here you where taunting him, naked in his shower. He leans forward, bites down on his fist, fuck. It had worked to well. The ploy of chivalry, letting you make the choice, letting you be the one to make the first move.

Knowing that you would, he had finally cracked those walls you had the first time you met. The steely glance, now turning sultry. He peers down at the puddle of dress at his feet. He did intend on getting you some dry clothes, but fuck. If he didn't- the picture of your naked walking around his apartment has his dick hardening.

What is he doing? Fast as he can he strips the pants, leaving them next your dress. His cock throbbing up and hitting him in the stomach as he enters the bathroom.

His breath hitches when he sees you. Even more beautiful as a whole than the tiny parts he had glimpsed earlier. The soft curve of your waist, tiny dimples in your back, a little scar on your left shoulder, your body lathed in his soap, hair hanging loosely behind you as you rung out the shampoo, his shampoo.

“Took you long enough,” you remark, not opening your eyes or turning towards him. How had you heard him? He was usually so quiet.

“Sorry, pants were sticky,” his voice low, he takes a cautious step forward, reaching around you to take the loofah from your hands. His cock aching when it brushes against your ass. He wants to touch you, all of you. He rubs the soap into his hands, foam bubbling between his fingers as he rubs you all over, his fingers pressing into your sweet skin, covering you in the smell of him. His hand splays onto your tummy pushing you back into him, his cock sliding into the ridges of your ass. “Fuck,” he growls, nipping on your neck, his hand palming at your breast while his fingers tweak your nipples.

The hand on your stomach travels further. Fuck he wants to feel your warmth, see just how wet your little pussy is for him. He feels your ass move up, pressing his cock back into him, grinding down on it and he think he may cum from just that alone. But not before, no. Not before-

“Billy-” you moan, and he doesn't think he's ever heard such a perfect sound. His fingers circle your clit, your raspy breathing the only thing he needs to keep going. He bites down on your neck, a small whimper escapes. God you were so fucking wet, wet for HIM. Fuck, his hand grips your throat, trying to keep his strength in check, he didn't want to hurt you. Your hand met his, pressing his grip further into your neck. “Like it a bit rough?” he asks, reveling in the gasp that answers his questions.

“You’re so fuckin sexy,” he moans in your ear, he cock straining and throbbing with each of those pretty noises. His finger slips in with no resistance, you moan and he feels the tight clench of your pussy. Pumping his long fingers into you, searching for the spot he knew could make you scream. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, feels the clench and throb of your pussy, “ You going to cum?” he asks, not expecting you to tap on your shoulder, a silent order he realises. His teeth latch onto your pulse point, sucking and licking on your neck, while your hand squeezed above him, making his grip tighten while his fingers thrust into you.

“SSShhiiittt! Fuck! Billy! I'm gunna—Ahhhh” you scream, your body twisting and convulsing as his hands hold you up while you ride out your high. He thinks you may actually kill him. He wants to fuck you so bad, just press you into the wall and- but he isn't actually sure he could hold back, keep himself from cumming straight away. He just needed a second.

“Next time I want to see your face,” he whispers, releasing you from his grip and your surprisingly easy on your feet for a woman who just came so hard.

“I want to see your-” you stop dead your eyes fixing on his hard cock, the tip red and bulbous, throbbing, pre cum dripping from the tip. Billy feels a sense of pride as you ogle his hard cock, your eyes not waving as you take a big gulp of air. He needs to get your attention away, before he shoves his cock right down your pretty throat.

“Eyes are up here, sweet cheeks,” He smirks, watching you tear your eyes away to fall back onto his. He recognized the predatory gze, one that he felt would be reflected in his own.

“So they are,” you wink, reaching past him to grab the towel he hadn't noticed. He copies you, moving quick as he can to dry off. What he didn't expect was for you to throw the towel in his face, your feet almost silent as you slip past him and into the hallway. He hears you jump though, leaping over your damp clothes. He throws his own towel away, moving fast to catch you.

//YN//

You’re in a rush to open the doors, you need to find his bedroom and in a house as sparse as this it had to be around here someplace. Cupboard, fuck. You whisper slamming the door closed before you run towards the next you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. You move fast, twisting and bending out of his grip. “Need to do better than that,” you say, flinging the next door open and low and behold. The bedroom. It was huge, the large California king set in the middle of the room. You gawked at the sheer wealth that was in this room alone, but it looked clean, sterile, more akin to a hotel than a bedroom.

“Better?” Billy says as he swept you up into his arms and throwing you onto the large bed.

“Much,” you wink, rolling over and twirling your finger at him, “you going to stand there all night?”

“Fuck, no,” he whispsers, stalking toward you on the bed, his cock bobbing with every step and you feel your mouther begin to water.

When he reaches the bed you pull him down by the back of his neck, flipping him into the mattress beneath you. “You wanna ride sweet cheeks?”

“Yes,” you moan, grinding your bare pussy down onto his cock, covering him with your juices.His cock catches on your hole and you feel his swollen head press into you. “Holy fuck,” the strech as you lower yourself onto him was perfect.

“Oh, fuck, you're so warm,” Billy moans, his hands holding you flush to his hips as he grinds his hard cock into your soft walls. The burn lighting your nerves on fire, you lean forward capturing Billy's lips in a kiss, you both moaning into the kiss and you start to grind down, only lifting your hips slightly to feel that push against your g spot. You kept the movement going and going and going as Billy's hands help to keep your rhythm.

“Harder,” you pant, a surprising squeal leaving your throat when Billy flips you both so that your underneath him, his hands gripping at your thighs, pressing them up and into your chest. Your knees sitting over his shoulders.

“Harder?” he asks, you nod, wrapping your hands around his biceps and holding onto him for dear life as he slams into you. Over and over, “Fuck, you take it so well,”

“Yes, Billy,” you moan and pant, “left, left,” you say, trying to switch your hips to the side. He drops your left leg, wrapping it around his waist while keeping the other over his shoulder. His pelvis grinding into your clit, his cock finally hitting right where you need him to.

“Keep saying my name,” he growls, his hands palm at your breasts, his lips grazing along the inside of your thigh, those long fingers on the other hand rubbing into your hard clit.

“Billy, god. Its so fucking good,” you start clawing at his sides.

“Louder, let me hear you,” he puncticates every word with a thrust.

“Ahh— Billy– Fuc–Bi–”you moans trail off as your high approaches, your pussy a vice around Billy's thick cock.

“So close,” he pants, not slowing down, “Cum with me,”

“Me too,” you gasp, your back arches off the bed, your toes curling, “seconds”

You feel euphoria wash over you, Billy's hot cum filling you as you came apart around him, both panting and sweaty as you ride out your pleasure together. His thrust's begin to slow, both of you bathing in the afterglow together. Billy fall's to your side, his hand seeking out yours, your pinkies twining together as you stare at the ceiling. You weren't sure how long you lay there, or when exactly you had fallen asleep but when you woke you were clad in one of Billy's jumpers, the soft blanket wrapping over you and him laying under you. His long fingers twirling strands of your hair.

“You didn’t sleep?” your voice groggy as you peer up at him.

“Wasn’t sure if this was a dream. Didn’t want to jinx it,”

“Hmm.. what time is it?” you turn, snuggling into his chest.

“Around 3. Go back to sleep, sweet cheeks” he leans down to kiss you sweetly.

“Maybe, what are we going to do tomorrow?”

“Whatever you like,”

“More of this?”

“I’d like that,” he turns to you, pressing his lips into your forehead, “I’d like that so much,”

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