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Bodyguard - Billy Russo x Reader

Imagine Billy being the bodyguard of your father and you seeking sanctuary at his hotel room.

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Warning: Smut, as predicted. Language, to describe a man like Billy.

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Your heels clicked behind you as your evening gown for the gala swayed around ankles in a soft caress. Looking around, you noticed that everything was in full swing. As always, your father had managed to gather the crème de la crème of New York’s elite for one of his functions to become the new senator of the city.

You were holding onto the piece of paper you were holding in your hand, dodging the people around you. No matter how much time had passed, big gatherings made you anxious and your senses already went into overdrive.

From afar you could see tall and dark-haired man and you knew that your father couldn't be very far.

As if he could hear his name in your thoughts, Billy’s head swerved to you as you were coming closer, with intent in your steps.

You must have imagined the small twinkle in his eyes.

But one thing was for certain, he was still the devil in disguise. All shown by the small smirk on his lips and the tilt of his head.

Despite the image he portrayed, Billy Russo was still an enigma to her. The picture-perfect military man who had made it.

The fact that he was a former Marine was a huge factor in choosing him in the first place. (Y/F/N) (Y/F/L/N) always used to say, “Anyone who can carry heavy firearms in the scorching desert, is the perfect choice in having my back being surrounded by these thirsty sharks.”

You always admired that about your father. He still managed to remain down-to-earth and looked at the world of politics and the elite society with a wink. Trying hard in not letting it get to him.

Billy turned his body towards you, his hands folded together in front of him.

He nodded his head once in greeting. “Miss (Y/L/N). Would it be improper if I said that you look beautiful tonight?”

You tilted your head, feeling a smile coming on to your face at his typical suave and flirting manner.

“I don’t know. Maybe if you called me by my first name, Mr. Russo.”

Billy pressed his lips together, suppressing a wider smile forming. You had to clench your thighs together when you saw his dark molten eyes.

Something you would never get used to? The way Billy Russo was looking at you. Even since their first meeting.

You could finally let out a sigh of relief. No more studying, no more take-out and studying books in cramped spaces. Finally, winter break had started, and you could enjoy the winter holidays with your father.

No matter how much accomplished you felt the moment you entered a class, coming home during the holidays was seriously the best.

Christmas was your absolute favorite holiday.

But this time felt different.

Judging by the two men standing guard at the door you were having a good idea.

Once you stepped closer, one man put his hand in front of you to stop you moving further while the other spoke, touching your elbow, “I’m sorry, miss. I can’t let you go through.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you felt your blood rising. “You can’t let – First of all, don’t touch me –“

“What’s going on here?”

A deep voice said from inside. You looked up, finding a dark-haired man in front of her. He was definitely the boss, she was guessing just from the state of his suit. His hirelings were wearing dark-blue jackets with the word “ANVIL” printed on their chests while Mr. Perfect here was wearing the expensive kind.

She was betting her remaining five dollars that the gel he smeared in his hair was the expensive kind as well.

Interest lit up in his eyes as he examined you.

“Let her through. Come on, let her through.” He raised his arm to point to the foyer, waiting for her.

You wrenched your arm away, not caring that you were sending a scathing glare to the man who manhandled you.

Scoffing, you entered and pulled on the strap of your heavy bag on your shoulder. You could feel an intense stare on your neck, as you looked around, wondering what was going on.

“So,” you dropped your bag to the ground, turning around dramatically, “are you keeping the senator locked up in the basement or are you guys just overzealous bodyguards?”

His mouth twitched, sending you a smoldering look. “To the first question, no. And second, I might add that to my job description.”

Licking your lips, you tried to stay grounded, not wanting to let a pretty boy like him see how he could unravel you so easily.

“What’s going on here?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, not wanting to waste any more time.

The black-eyed stepped closer to you. Not afraid of barely touching your chest. You had to pull your head back to gaze into his eyes. Damn stupid tall people.

“How about you answer one of my questions for a start?” He narrowed his eyes, sending you the full force of his stare.

You didn't know whether to feel scared or horny.

Instead, you hummed, not knowing if you could utter any words at the moment.

“Who the hell are you? The mistress of the senator? Didn't peg him to be interested in young girls.”

Outrageous humiliation was painted on your face. A furrow formed between your eyes. You weren't a violent person but for the first time in your life you were itching to punch a person in the face right after meeting them.

“How d- “

“(Y/N)! You’re back early,” the voice of your father said, interrupting your violent tendencies. He just seriously saved the life of a man. The question was if he had deserved it.

You turned your head, already moving on your own as your arms wound around your father’s form. If there was one thing, your dad could always give the best hugs. And now you needed it. His strong arms pulled you up from the ground. After a few seconds he turned you around but still had his arm around your shoulder.

Both of you looked at the offending man, but your dad was still none the wiser.

“I’m guessing you've met my favorite daughter, Mr. Russo.”

The man in question raised his eyebrows in surprise and you couldn't help but tilt your head in challenge.

Rolling your eyes, you answered with a smile. “I’m your only daughter.”

“Still remains the truth, pumpkin.”

“I see you've met Billy Russo.”

“Briefly,” you said through gritted teeth.

“He’s my new head of security. I hope you’ll get on well.”

You were rolling your eyes internally.

This was going to be the beginning of a torturous hate-ship.

Who knew? Maybe if Billy hadn't been an asshole during your first meeting, you might have seen him from a different perspective. But it turned out he was just an asshole to everyone.

You tried not to let him get to you.

“Have you seen my father?”

His gaze met the watch around his hand. “He just went to the bathroom, a few minutes ago. Your dad should be back any moment now.” His eye met the piece of paper in her hand after seeing her worried look. “Is it urgent?”

“You could say that.”

You gave him the letter facing upside down, trying to convey the seriousness.

“What’s wrong?” His voice turned quiet.

You stepped closer, whispering into his chest. “Don’t show a reaction.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, he turned the letter in his hand, looking at the content that had you so rattled.

“When did you get this?”

“Just now. Someone left it for me at the reception.”

“Are you sure?” His serious glare went to you.

“Yes, I am sure. You guys, none of you told me how serious this was,” you said, feeling hurt and worried at the same time.

“Your father didn't want to worry you.” You barely noticed his hand going around your back, leading you away. He sent a signal to his men to look after your father as Billy brought you somewhere quieter.

“How long has this been going on, Billy?”

He looked at you a few seconds before sighing. “A few months. That’s why your father wanted to use the services of my company. He was worried, didn't know who to trust. He didn't want to worry you.”

You looked at him with a wide-eyed look. “Well, I am worried. I had to find out like this that my dad has been getting death threats?!”

His hand went to your arm. “How about you get upstairs? I’ll deal with this, okay? I’m going to take care of your father. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

You were looking at him unsurely, trying to find out the truth in his eyes. “Okay, fine. I believe you.” You pointed a finger to his chest, feeling his hard muscles clenching slightly. “But you tell me once you find him or- “

Immediately his hand went to his ear piece, “What’s the status?” He was listening intently a few seconds before he bowed his head down a bit. “He’s fine.”

You released the breath you had been holding.

“We’re going to keep our eyes on him. He’s only going to walk the rounds for an hour, nothing more.”

You nodded. “Okay, good. Then I’m…” You moved away, trying to gain some distance and wanting to just go to your room and trying to get some rest.

Billy was moving with you.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going with you.”

You couldn't help stopping short at that. “Wait, what? I told you, I’m going up to my room.”

“Let me accompany you.” His face remained impassive. It was hard trying to decipher his feelings.

“Don’t you have to stay here?” You put a strand of your hair behind your ear, feeling guilty from having to keep him from his duties.

“I will. After I brought you to your room.”

You sighed. Fighting with him on this was hard. And honestly you didn't feel like it after the long day you had.

“Okay, alright. Whatever makes you happy.”

After the long day you had you didn't seem to notice that you just called him by his first name. Because one certainly did.

It turned that bringing you to your hotel room was one of the best and worst ideas ever.

His tall and strong form stayed at your side as he accompanied you. Comfortable silence was surrounding the both of you. You two were getting closer to your room.

“And you will- “

“- tell you everything in the morning, don’t worry.” Billy nodded, ending her sentence for her.

“Okay, good.” Your ears were focused hard on something, hearing faint sounds in the air.

Oh god please no

Billy furrowed his brows, leaning his head forward.

“Are those…?”

You felt yourself blush furiously, wanting to sink into the ground when you heard the loud moans you heard coming through your door.

Clearing your throat, you clarified, “That’s probably my best friend coming to visit. Well, I’m debating calling her my former best friend. From college. Even then she was sort of a … slut, she must have picked up a rich guy along the way. I offered her my place … which I’m seriously regretting right now.”

You felt compelled to reveal more than you actually wanted, just in case Billy thought you would let a porno play in the meantime.

He merely offered a smirk, letting you rant.

“How about I let you into my room? It’s right down the hall. And far enough so you wouldn't hear any other disturbing sounds. Watch some TV, freshen up a bit,” Billy said, pointing to his door at the end of the hall.

You shook your head. “No, I wouldn't want to impose, Billy.”

“You wouldn't. I would come by in an hour. Alright?”

Billy raised his eyebrows, waiting for your final answer.

You sighed. “Okay, fine. But I’m raiding your mini bar.”

Rolling his eyes, the dark-haired man chuckled, putting his hands to your bare back and guiding you to his place.

“Suit yourself.”

Your cheek felt something warm and hard against your skin. It couldn't have been the couch you had been lying on because this was … moving and beating?

Sighing, you snuggled deeper.

The couch was rumbling with laughter.

“Just like a damn kitten,” it said with a fond voice.

Your eyelids were fluttering as you slowly opened them and finding Billy’s room doused in darkness. And …

Was Billy the couch? No, that couldn't be right. The couch was Billy.

“You’re back.”

“Mmmh, it’s late. Go back to sleep,” Billy whispered, his warm breath ghosting over your cheeks.

“Where are you carrying me?”

You still felt pretty out of it, but you could feel yourself swaying side to side.

“To my bed.”

His words were like a dose of adrenaline.

Your actions seemed futile as you struggled against him. Tiredness was weighing in your bones. “No, I need to get back. My friend is probably – “

Billy butted in with a scoff, “Still going at it. She’s probably doing some sort of Kamasutra sex marathon she’s trying to prove.”

You groaned, closing your eyes. She was so dead to you.

“God, I’m so sorry,” you said, feeling the soft sheets against your back. Instantly you sighed in tired relief, snuggling deeply under the covers already.

You could hear the smile on his face as he answered, “It’s fine, (Y/N). You want to stay in those clothes?”

Ghosting a hand down your legs, you could still feel the satin feeling of your dress and groaned. “I don’t want to move.”

You heard him chuckle and move around before something soft landed on you. Squinting, you slightly opened your eyes to find one of Billy’s dress shirts covering you.

Tiredly, you bent your body forwards. “Ooh, is Billy Russo sparing me one of his precious and prize-y shirts? How did I deserve this?”

A deep chuckle left his lips. “Shut up and change in the bathroom, (Y/L/N).” You did as you were told, only dimming the light, so you didn't have to strain your eyes against the harsh lights. It was certainly one of your quirks, that you would turn on the lights in all the other rooms but the bathroom when you needed to pee in the night.

With sluggish movements you took off your dress and bra before draping his shirt over your upper body. A look down your legs and you were satisfied how the material covered your legs.

You were stepping back into the bedroom and saw just in time to see how Billy went under the covers wearing only his boxer shorts which were tight against his skin.

His dark gaze met yours as you admired his strong upper body.

“Who’d have thought,” Billy cleared his throat, “that you would fill out my clothes better than me?”

Feeling a blush coming on to your cheeks, you ventured under the covers. “There’s no need to flatter me, Billy.”

Only a small sliver of light shone through slightly closed drawers, revealing the devilish twinkle in his eyes. His hand getting closer to yours lying between you two. “I’m just saying the things the way I see them,” he whispered quietly, as if trying not to disturb this bubble you both were in.

“Well, you shouldn't say things like that to me.”

“Why not?”

You rolled your eyes. Maybe jumping into his bed wasn't such a good idea after all. Oh shit, weird phrasing. You closed your eyes, trying to get that image out of your head.

Warm breath was meeting your mouth.

When you opened your eyes again, you found Billy lying so much closer to you than before. Gulping, you answered, “Isn't there some sort of ethical code you guys got?”

Billy pretended to think about that.

“To be honest that only applies if you want to fuck the person you’re supposed to protect. And don’t take this the wrong way but … I’m not interested in screwing your dad. His charming personality excluded.”

“Of course.” You chuckled.

Before you could react or flinch away (even if you wanted to), Billy’s lips slanted over yours, eliciting a whimper from your mouth. He groaned in surprise when you kissed him right back and opened your mouth, so he could gain access.

You moaned at the feel of his tongue caressing yours and closed your eyes. If there was one thing you knew it was that you wanted to rejoice in every single sensation.

His strong hands pulling your body on top of his. His warm and roughened palms gliding over your borrowed shirt, pulling it upwards. His touch sent you into overdrive as you started grinding against his muscular stomach.

You whimpered into Billy’s mouth when you felt the hairs on his abdomen against your underwear. Wrenching your lips away from his, your head leaned back with the strands of your hair tumbling down your back. Your fingers met his chest and his shoulder, slightly scratching his skin.

You could feel your core heating up, wetness gathering in your panties.

Looking back down, you saw Billy’s gaze fixed on you. Mesmerized he was looking at you, as if he was put under a spell. He was biting his lower lip while he was helping you grind on him.

“Oh God,” Billy grunted when your hand met his inner thigh in accident. It was his turn to throw his head back and close his eyes while you tentatively started stroking him through his tight shorts. It looked like Billy was already getting hard from a bit of dry humping.

You gasped loudly when out of the blue Billy leaned forward, pulling down his underwear. “Need you now,” he whispered into the dark, his warm breath against your neck. His palm holding onto it in the heat of the moment.

“Wait, wait,” Billy urged, his body turning away, so his strong upper body was bent over his nightstand and pulling out a few condoms.

It was almost like you couldn't part from Billy’s skin when your front snuggled against his naked back and your fingers finding any portion of his body you could meet.

Billy groaned, his body shuddering at your ministrations. “You’re going to pay for this, (Y/L/N),” he promised with a dark voice.

“Oh really?”

Your chuckle turned into shuddering gasp when he pushed you onto your back, the locks of your hair spread out on his pillow. Aroused shock was painted on your features.

Billy took no time in putting on the condom and pulling your legs further down.

You wouldn't have expected it, but your heart was thundering in your chest and you got even wetter than before, if that was even possible.

Billy nodded with a hum, slowly leaning forward and kissing you right in the crotch.

You whimpered, feeling him languidly licking you through your lingerie before pulling it down your legs altogether.

Cool air met your pussy right before his delicious mouth continued his affection by alternating between sucking and nibbling on your clit, savoring the juices like a damn cat.

Your hand hands gripped at the strands of his hair, pulling slightly.

Billy groaned, the vibrations chasing through your body straight to your stiffening nipples.

“Please, Billy.”

“Please, what,” he murmured in question, his gaze fixated on your blissful expression.

It took everything in you, and more, to pull him by his hair and towards your mouth. You moaned when you could taste your own juices and getting even more aroused by it.

“So impatient,” Billy said against your lips, chuckling.

Wrenching your lips away, your focus was on the other two still-packaged condoms lying on the nightstand. You felt Billy’s lips clutching onto your neck, sucking and kissing.

“So ambitious, aren't we?”

A deep rumble came from his chest. You were getting the feeling that Billy was slightly blushing at that. You didn't waste any time and used his momentary distraction to push him at his slender waist, so he dropped to the mattress instead.

You giggled, enjoying the look of surprise on his face as you slowly sunk down on his hardened cock, needing the added support by putting your hands on his chest. You let out a shuddering gasp when you were finally had all of Billy inside you. The veins in his neck were protruding, making you sure that you both needed a small reprieve.

“More.”

Biting your lips, you started moving, feeling him stretch you so deliciously. The warm sensations spreading in your stomach made you gasp.

“Billy.”

Before you could blink he leant forward, separating your faces by inches. Billy put one hand on your hip, helping you move as he thrust up to the movements. His other hand wound around your throat, squeezing only slightly.

You moaned, throwing your head back and feeling him loosen the button on your shirt, so you could feel his hot skin against yours.

“Oh, Billy. I’m so close.”

There was something unfurling low in your stomach. You could feel a certain ache gathering in your pussy. You could feel warm electricity in your womb, creating a delicious feeling throughout your body. You started moving faster against him, trying to chase that high.

Your hand met your clit, slowly and then rapidly circling it.

Billy was looking at what you were doing and groaned.

“Oh God, that’s so hot.”

He started thrusting into you faster and harder, rattling the bed against the wall. His hand wound around your back, holding you tighter to him.

Slowly you made it until…

Black spots were right in front of you.

You leaned into Billy, feeling him push a few more times until he grunted. His whole body shuddering as he came into the rubber.

He laid back with a sigh, pulling you with him.

“You didn’t faint on me, did you?”

Chuckling, you pulled in a few breaths. “Dream on, buddy.”

Well, you did see stars but you weren’t going to admit that.

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breanime · 6 years

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A Proper Proposal

This is for @floralpeaceofmind, who requested a smutty proposal from Billy Russo! I tried to make it fluffy and smutty, a smuff piece, if you will. I hope you enjoy it! WARNING: SMUT AHEAD!

*gif by @willmcavoys*

Billy loved waking up with you in his arms. He used to think he just liked having another body next to him—it didn’t matter who the body belonged to. Really, Billy could sleep fine next to Frank—who he’d known for years and cared about—or next to some stranger at a bar who’s name he didn’t even remember; it didn’t matter…or so he thought. It wasn’t until you, until your wit and sarcasm and warmth, that Billy realized he had didn’t just like waking up next to someone, he had been practicing how to wake up next to someone…practicing how to wake up next to you.

He almost always woke up before you—the Marines had set his internal clock to early, while you could sleep like the dead. Billy didn’t mind, though. He liked being able to look down at you, warm and safe in his arms, cuddled up against his chest. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he looked at you; you were wearing his shirt from last night and your hair was wild and all over the pillows. He kissed your forehead, pulling you even closer, as he thought back to the night before.

It had been a rough day for Billy. Frank and Curtis were mad at each other, which left Billy—of all people—to be the mediator. He was…not qualified for the job. While Curtis was giving Frank the cold shoulder and Frank was trying his hardest to get Curtis’ attention by barking extra loud at the recruits, Billy was up to his elbows in paperwork and had to deal with two new recruits who were having some kind of diva-off that ended up with Frank with a bloody nose, four broken appendages on the recruits, and a destroyed locker room. So he was very happy to come home to you. He didn’t wait, as soon as he walked through the door and saw you, he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you in for a kiss. Billy loved kissing you, he loved feeling your body pressed against his.

“Mm,” you hummed between kisses, “I take it work either went really well or really bad today?”

“Curtis and Frank are fighting,” he said back, kissing the side of your neck, “now I have to choose which one I’m gonna live with.”

“Oh,” you nodded, holding his shoulders to press his body closer to you, “I remember when my parents got divorced. I’m here if you need to talk.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re being supportive,” Billy kissed you again before lifting you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.

“And you’re just sexy,” you had grinned back as he dropped you on the bed.

Billy crawled over to you, pressing kisses on your neck while his fingers danced down the length of your body. You giggled when his fingers slipped past the waistband of your pants.

“You really can’t wait, huh?” You said, smiling up at him.

“Nope,” he answered, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

Billy didn’t wait for a reply, he knew you wouldn’t be able to form words when his fingers were in your underwear. He pulled back a bit to watch your face as his long fingers curled in and out of you. Your mouth was open in a silent, pleasurable scream and your nails were digging into his arms. Billy loved you like this, at his mercy while you were enjoying his touch. He watched you, breathing heavy, as you came on his fingers.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out.

Billy chuckled. He pulled your pants off of you and kissed you again. “I love you.”

Your answering smile made his heart beat faster. “Love you, too.”

He took no time in taking your shirt and bra off—okay, he took some time to make sure he gave every inch of you the proper attention it deserved—but once he was satisfied that you were satisfied, he was ready to move on. He pressed another hard, long kiss to your perfect lips before sitting up again. Billy liked watching you watch him, and he did so as he shed his clothes. You stared up at him, eyes wide with lust, and Billy couldn’t wait to love you.

“Shirt,” you said, holding your hands out.

“Why?” He asked, immediately handing his shirt over to you.

“I like it,” was your simple answer.

Billy had watched you with interest as you sat up and pulled his white button-up onto your naked shoulders. He licked his lips at the sight of you; mouth bruised from his kisses, hair all over the place, and face still glowing from the orgasm he’d driven you to. His shirt was too big for you, and it fell perfectly between your breasts, giving him only a peek of the lovely mounds he’d just had in his mouth. “Yeah,” he said, voice thick with lust, “I like it too.”

Billy spent the next few hours making love to you. He started out fast, with your legs up in the air as he pounded into you, then transitioned into a slower pace with you on your side as he kissed your neck and whispered “you’re doing so good, baby” and “you feel so fucking good” while he twisted your nipples before he picked you up, flipped you onto your stomach, and started taking you from behind. You had cum five times already, and he was trying his hardest to last long enough to get you to a sixth, but the way you were clenched around him had him seeing stars.

“Billy,” you were gasping out, “fuck, baby, yes, yes, yes.”

That did it. Billy came hard, gritting his teeth as he released inside of you. He took a minute to get his breathing back under control before he reached out for you. You cuddled into his chest easily, and he admired the way his shirt stuck to the sweat on your skin. You hadn’t taken it off the whole time.

“Jesus,” you sighed, running your hand up and down his bare chest, “I’m sorry you had a bad day, baby, but… Jesus.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled back.

“I bet Frank and Curtis have already made up by now,” you said, kissing his chest.

“They’re a bunch of drama queens.”

Billy and you had talked for a while after that, but soon enough, your eyes started to get heavy and all Billy had to do was pull you half-way on top of him, drape the covers over the two of you, and give you one last kiss…

And then you were out like a light.

You had been right, of course. Billy had checked his phone right before he’d fallen asleep last night to see a text from Frank saying that he and Curtis were heading to the bar and seeing if you and Billy had wanted to come. Drama queens. Although, Billy really couldn’t talk… He glanced over at the dresser across the room. Deep in the third shelf, where he kept his old military fatigues, worn-out shirts, and other old, but memorable clothes was a small black box wrapped in his first Anvil sweater. In the box was a ring…an engagement ring. He’d bought it nearly a month ago and crapped out on proposing to you every single day since. His original plan had been to propose to you on the rooftop of your favorite restaurant while Frank, Karen and Curtis took pictures to commemorate the moment, but he ended up nixing that idea. Then he was gonna do it at random, like on the street or something, but the thought of a bunch of strangers and tourists gawking at the two of you turned him all the way off. His next idea was to ask during one of Karen’s game nights, where it would just be the core group, but even that was too many people. He was worried that you wouldn’t say yes—he couldn’t help it—and Billy knew himself. He wouldn’t be able to bear the rejection if it happened in front of a crowd, he might be able to survive if it was just the two of you, but with everyone? There was no way. But he had to ask. Billy loved you so much—more than himself, which was saying a lot—and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. In the past, before he met you, he’d never thought of himself as husband material, and he had no interest in being married but now… That was all he wanted, to be a family with you and to have and protect you until he died, so… he had to ask.

But he had no idea how he was going to do it.

Billy was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt you move against him. He looked down and smiled as he watched you wake up. You looked so sweet. His smile widened once you opened your pretty eyes and looked up at him.

“Hey,” he greeted you softly.

“Hey,” you said back. You stretched and then settled back against him. “Oh,” you looked down at his shirt, “I forgot I was wearing this…”

“It looks better on you anyway,” Billy kissed your forehead.

“Yeah, I think so too,” you agreed smugly, making him laugh. Billy felt himself turn to goo when you reached up and kissed him. Your lips were soft and inviting, and he titled his head to get better access to you. You pressed your breasts against Billy’s chest and he groaned. Your body was warm, and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer. He closed his eyes when he felt your lips ghost across his chest, and he let out a full out moan when he felt your hand grip his hardening cock. You giggled as you stroked him. “Mm,” you said, kissing his neck now, “I don’t think you’re gonna last, babe.”

Billy smirked. “Wanna bet?” His hand slid in-between your legs, poised and ready to go.

“Yeah, I do,” you sighed, already spreading your legs for him.

Billy paused. Hm. “Yeah, okay,” he sat up a bit, “let’s make a bet. If I win, you have to say yes to anything I say.”

“The Billy Russo wetdream,” you smirked. “And if I win?”

He shrugged, plopping back down on the pillow,“If you win, I’ll do that thing you wanted me to do.”

“You’ll open Anvil for a women’s self-defense class?” You asked.

“I will,” he answered, “so is it a deal?”

You grinned. “Loser comes first.”

Billy kissed you on the nose. “I love you, loser.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, love you too,” your hand was moving again, “Game on.”

Billy’s head fell back on the pillows as you stroked him. Your grip was always perfect—firm but not She-Hulk strong with a good rhythm and a nice amount of caressing his balls. He licked his lips as he stared up at the ceiling. God, it felt good. He was fully erect now and he wanted nothing more than to have your mouth join the party your hand was throwing around his cock. But he was in it to win it. Billy knew what you liked and used his knowledge to his full advantage. He curled three fingers into you and was rewarded with your breathy moan. He grinned, lowering his face into your neck and sucking at the skin there. His other hand went to cup your breast.

“Oh,” you breathed, making Billy smile.

He flicked his thumb against your clit and laughed when you nearly jumped off the bed. He chuckled, biting your neck, as he rubbed your clit with his thumb and pushed his fingers in and out of you. “Feel free to cum, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your neck, “God, I want you to cum.”

You whimpered, and Billy felt your grip weaken for a moment. But you weren’t going to be beaten so easily; you turned to Billy and gave him a filthy kiss that had his toes curling. He almost found himself begging—almost—for you to kiss him again when you finally pulled back. You grinned at him and moved your hand from his cock. He felt it cover his own hand as he continued fingering you, and for a moment, he thought you were going to move him away, but instead, you sunk a finger into the mix. The noise you made when your finger and Billy’s fingers started moving in tandem inside you made Billy’s cock twitch with arousal. You took your hand away after a while and returned it to Billy’s cock, and he groaned when he realized what you had done—your hand was wet from your own lust and you were using it as lube to stroke him more efficiently. That, mixed with the moisture from his pre-cum, helped you speed up the pace and Billy was definitely starting to feel like he might lose the bet. You kissed him again, and Billy bit you lip—making you gasp in excitement.

“I can’t wait for you to cum,” you said, your voice breathless, “Just cum for me, baby,” you kissed him again, “I want you to cum.”

“You first,” he groaned, squeezing your breast and trying not to focus in on the way you purposefully grazed the veins on his cock.

“Nope,” you smirked back, “want you to cum first. I want to feel your hot cum in my hands, baby,” you nicked at his neck, “and then I want to lick it off.”

That got him. Billy came into your hand, cursing loudly as he did. You gasped, then giggled, kissing his neck and pumping the last few spurts out of him. Billy flung his head back into the mattress when he came down, satisfied but pissed at himself.

“Yay,” you licked the thick material off of your hand with a grin, “I won.”

Billy glared at you. He sat up quickly and grabbed you by the hips, slamming you onto your back. He gripped your legs and ripped them apart, and you gasped again at the force. You were already dripping wet from him fingering you, but he could tell you liked his aggression now, too. Billy took no time in plunging his face between your thighs, and he licked a long, wet stripe that had you screaming in seconds. He licked and sucked at you and enjoyed not only the obscene noises he was making, but the exalted breathing and moaning you were doing with each motion. Billy lifted his chin, wanting to get as much of your essence on him as possible before pursuing his lips and sucking on your clit. He threw an arm over your stomach to keep you in place—you were wriggling so much—and pressed home his advantage. While his lips were on your clit, he pushed four fingers inside of you. He felt his dick twitch when eh heard your scream of absolute pleasure. It didn’t take much more to have you cumming around his fingers and into his mouth, one hand clutching his hair and the other over your mouth, trying—and failing to stifle your screams.

Billy lay his head on your stomach as you both came down and closed his eyes. Now that your orgasm had rocked through you, you were running your fingers through his messy hair and humming quietly to yourself. Normally, Billy would have been ready to start round two, but he was disappointed in himself. There goes his chance to ask you to marry him—obviously, he wouldn’t force you to marry him on a bet, but that would have been the perfect opportunity to bring it up. Now the ball was in his court again and he had no idea what to do with it. He sighed, and he wondered why he even thought he could marry you in the first place. He was too much of a coward to even ask…

“Baby?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

Billy sat up and joined you at the head of the bed, plopping down on the pillows with what you would probably describe as a pout on his face. “Nothing.”

“Try that again, but with the truth this time,” you ordered gently.

Billy sighed again and looked over at you. You were still wearing his shirt, though it was hanging off of your shoulders now. You were so beautiful. “I wanted to win,” he admitted.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at him. “You’re such a brat,” you joked. You paused when you saw that he was still pouting. “You really don’t want to do the self-defense class, huh?” You asked, a little concerned.

He sat up. “No, it’s not that. I actually think a women’s self-defense class is a good idea, I already ran it by Frank and Curtis and we were gonna turn it into a bi-weekly thing, but…” He sighed again, flopping down on the bed, “Fuck, baby, I really wanted to win.”

You leaned over him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You had that look on your face—the one you got when you were confused and concerned at the same time. Billy was already unhappy, but he felt even worse knowing that he caused you to make that face. He was being a coward and overly dramatic and worrying you and none of that was acceptable. “Why’d you wanna win so badly?” You asked.

Billy lowered his eyes.

“You really want me to say yes to anything you say?”

“Not everything,” he grumbled, “Just one thing.”

“Okay…” You said slowly. “Okay… Well, tell me. What do you want me to do?”

“It’s fine,” he sighed again, sitting up and running a hand over his face, “don’t… Don’t worry about it, baby, it’s nothing.”

“Billy,” you said, voice stern, “it’s not nothing. You’re on the verge of a full on meltdown now and don’t think I haven’t noticed…” You paused, stopping yourself.

Billy’s head turned as he looked at you. “Noticed what?”

Now it was your turn to sigh. “You’ve been acting really weird lately,” you replied, “like you’re on edge and I don’t know why. I asked Frank and he said not to worry, and it feels like everything’s fine between us, but…”

“Hey,” Billy held your hands in his, “hey, no, wait… Everything is great between us, baby, I swear, it’s not you… It’s…” Billy looked into your eyes, so full of love and concern for him and he knew—now was the moment. He couldn’t stand making you question your relationship, his love for and happiness with you. He’d die before he’d let you think he didn’t want you more than life itself. So, he kissed your hand, took a deep breath, and walked over to the dresser. You were silent as he opened the drawer and pulled out his Anvil sweater, walking back to the bed with it in his hand.

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically shaky, “To be honest, I’m not even sure how I wanted to do this, but,” he took another breath and looked you in the eye, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much and I know I don’t deserve you, but I want to. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life,” he didn’t break eye contact with you, even as he began to unravel the sweater, “And I’ve known that for a long time, even before I bought this…” He watched your eyes go wide as he brought out the little black box.

“Billy…” You said, eyes filling with tears.

“…I swear, I will never stop trying to make you happy,” he went on, “and I will do anything for you, Y/N, I’ll do anything to be with you, so…” He licked his lips. “…you don’t have to say yes, but… I have to ask…” He looked up at you again, and his dark eyes were electric with emotion, “Will you marry me?”

You answered him with a shriek and a tackle off the bed. You landed on top of him on the floor, and Billy laughed as you kissed his face all over. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, kissing him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Yes, Billy!”

It felt like the weight of the world was just lifted off his shoulders, and Billy finally understood what the saying ‘floating on air’ meant. He kissed you—not as a boyfriend and girlfriend, but as fiancés—and it felt like the start of the rest of his life. You were crying when he pulled back, and he wiped your tears tenderly. “I love you,” he said, his heart so full he thought he might burst.

“I love you, too,” you sniffled, then smirked, “…loser.”

Billy kissed your nose. He picked up the ring, which had fallen out of the box when the two of you had tumbled onto the floor and slid it on your finger. “Mrs. Loser.”

You laughed, and Billy picked you up and carried you back to bed, where you enjoyed your engagement the proper way for the rest of the morning.

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Some fun facts about this one: I wrote it all just now while watching Bob’s Burgers and I was originally going to call it “Loser” but thought...nah... I kept getting interrupted by my family and I just wanted to be like “YO, I’m writing smut, please leave me alone!” Haha, so anyway... Requests are still open! Come holla at me!

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