#billy knight

[joesquinns]

JOSEPH QUINN as BILLY KNIGHT in Strike

[kwistowee]

#protect him at all costs JOSEPH QUINN as BILLY KNIGHT C.B. Strike 3.01

[fyeaheddiemunson]

[usedtobecooler]

Oh my fuck if you used your writerly powers for Billy Knight *chews on pillow*

How about making Billy come twice, he'd be so desperate to be good for you but overstimulated and a mess. Can be from riding him until he's hard again, sucking him off, idk my eyeballs are gonna explode if I think about it too much 😱

Pairing | Billy Knight x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs (not really, it's over his pants lol), oral m receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), dubious content (possibly? it's very much wanted but billy doesn't voice his consent), premature ejaculation, overstimulation, mentions of poor mental health, mentions of medication, mention of physical ticks, health facility setting, fluff, angst, billy is incredibly touch starved.

Word Count | 3k

A/N | this was purely self-indulgent because i love billy so much, i've not proofread it so if you see any mistakes no you didn't

"Bill, how longs it been since a girl touched you?" You ask quietly, leaning out to rest your hand on his knee. You don't miss the way his leg jerks a little under the touch, like you'd burned him with a match.

"I don't - I don't know. Not since I was in school, a while ago." Billy's voice is thick, wet, accent shining through with every word he speaks. You can tell he's mortified by your question, the way his tick kicks up a little after being stagnant the whole of your visit so far, the constant swiping of his nose turning it red raw.

You wince a little at his confession, can't help but screw your face up - it's obvious that you look sad for him. He hadn't had it easy his whole adulthood, really, being constantly in and out of hospital for various mental health disorders meant that he was starved in the affection department, too busy trying to get better before he could focus on a girl.

He looks like he's getting better, that you can tell. He was finally allowed visitors in his room, not in the mess hall, which meant he was being trusted alone without constant supervision. He also just looked cleaner cut; the black Henley adorning his toned torso suited him so much better than the baggy grey hoodie he always wore. His hair was neat, combed back, though his stubbly beard still remained.

He looked nicer with it, you thought. Not so much like a scared schoolboy, it made him look older in a more masculine way. He'd told you the medication was helping, too, that he was sleep schedule was improving and he wasn't so anxiety ridden all the time, scared that somebody was coming to get him.

This private place had been better than anywhere the NHS had sent him, clearly having money was the big factor in whether mental health sufferers really ever got the help they needed. You didn't pry him on where the money came from to pay for the treatment, sometimes it was better to stay out of the Knights' business.

"Where were you, uh, going with this?" Billy's shaky voice snaps you out of your trance, and you realise you'd been staring back and forth between his face, chest and crotch unabashedly this entire time. Your cheeks heat up, and you glance away to look at the clock ticking behind his head, suddenly becoming so interesting.

"You'll think I'm being so silly," You sputter, subtly fanning your face with your hand that wasn't still slapped on Billy's knee, in a bid to cool down a little, embarrassment taking over your whole body, "I just thought that, maybe, it'd help you relax a little if you, or if I helped you... take the edge off."

Billy cocks his head to the side, confusion etching onto his features before it dawns on him exactly what you meant. He flushes a deep red, "Oh, um. The prescription pills they have me on s-sort of... stop me from being able to f-finish, uh, lot of the time."

You're the reason he's stuttering, you know that and it's making you want to lunge at him and wrap him up in a big hug to calm him down. You've clearly mortified him with your question, too forward and full on for somebody who may as well still have been a virgin with the amount of time that'd gone by since he'd last been in any sexual encounter that wasn't with his own right hand.

"I can... well I can try?" You say it like it's a question, eyes flitting back to look at him once more, the heat on his face making him look even more endearing, his long dark lashes fanning across the tips of his cheeks as he closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath.

Your hand had inched further up his thigh without you even realizing, and you gasp when the back of your hand brushes against his obvious erection through his dark jogging bottoms. You question now if it's not actually embarrassment that's making him flush so dark - but arousal instead.

"You'll tell me if I'm reading this wrong, yeah?" You ask him gently, voice barely above a whisper as you slide your palm over his cock through the thick material of his pants, clear outline making it obvious he had no underwear on underneath. Your breath hitches as you go to curl your hand around his length, so thick that your fingers can't wrap around it fully.

You're watching in awe as a wet patch starts to form on the soft cotton, dampening it until it's stained darker, whilst you go between ghosting your hand up and down gently and squeezing softly. Billy can't rip his eyes away from you, drifting back and forth between your shocked face and your hand grasping at him.

"I'm gonna cum, darlin'. Sorry, shit," Billy's hand claws onto the leather arm of his chair and he's hunching in on himself, coming with a low, gruff moan, painting the inside of his sweatpants with his release.

Your eyes widen in shock, a gasp escaping your lips as you sit back and take in what just happened. Your thighs clench, a wave of heat overcoming your body at the thought of him coming undone so easily under your touch.

"M'sorry, this is so embarrassing." Billy's whiny little voice breaks the silence, he throws his head back and rubs at his face with his hands. They're big enough that they completely engulf his features, making his head seem small in comparison. In that split second, you decide you want - no, need to have his hands all over you. You needed to show him what it was like to touch a girl, feel her go pliant under his touch.

"It's not." You say it all too quick, hand tearing away from his crotch to grab at his arm and pull his hands away from his face so he could look at you properly. His eyes are watering, big brown orbs clearly showing his distress and it makes your heart ache, "It's not embarrassing, Bill. It's normal, you've not been touched by another person in, what, seven years? Maybe longer? Don't feel like you should be better at this."

You slip out of your own chair across from Billy, sliding onto your knees in front of him with a dull thud, shuffling between his spread legs, "Can I touch you again? Proper this time?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, batting your lashes at him prettily, "I promise I'll make it good for you."

Billy shakes out a stuttered sigh, cock already kicking up again in interest at the thought of your bare flesh connecting with his own. You're so gorgeous, he's thought about you in this way for so long, but he always thought you'd do better than him. That you could do better than him.

He thought you were only still friendly with him out of pity, at the end of the day you had been Jimmy's friend first. You hadn't had any dealings with Jimmy in years, yet you always still checked in with Billy, visited often. Maybe it was because you knew he didn't really have any other friends, nobody to look out for him but you.

Billy hazards a glance down at you when he feels your fingers brush over the waistband of his soiled sweats, helps you by lifting his hips up when you tug at them to pull them down. You leave them to pool at his ankles, no patience to take them off completely.

He's fully hard again just at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, leaky tip slapping against his belly, his previous load still glistening down his shaft, perfect for using to lube him up.

"Can I put my mouth on you?" You ask tentatively, fingers ghosting over his balls, up his shaft to wrap deftly around the tip. You pull his foreskin down a little to reveal the mushroom shaped head, another blurt of precum shooting out of his slit and coating your thumb.

Billy never does reply to you, too entranced with the look of your hand on his bare skin, your own flesh feeling so hot it almost burns, searing through his sensitive spots.

You shuffle forward a bit more, mouth hovering over the head of his cock so you can spit a glob of saliva onto it for extra lubricant. Billy hisses, big doe eyes staring at you, unblinking, in awe of you and what you're doing for him.

When your lips finally wrap around the tip, you can't help the moan that leaves you. He tastes salty but clean as you suck and lick at him, heady in such a delicious way it intoxicates you, clouds your senses. You move your hand a bit lower so you can take more of him in, having to bring up your other hand to wrap with it so you can cover his shaft properly.

He's so thick, stretching your mouth wide and cracking your lips. You sink down a bit further, taking more of his cock in until you're gagging, throat closing up around him.

You can hear Billy's fingernails scratching at the leather of the chair, his hips stuttering up into your mouth in a telltale sign that he's close to coming already. His belly is shaking, moans escaping him in quick presession like he can't contain them.

You can't let him come like this; you had to have his cock in you before your visit was over, your core ached for it, your panties feeling damp just from touching him. Billy consumed your entire being, had you feeling needy and desperate.

When you release his dick with a 'pop' he sputters out a little whine, a clear sign that he was so close to the edge before you finished what you were doing.

You look up at him through wet lashes, his face burning a deep purple and the veins on his neck popping from the strain of him struggling not to come. You get up off your knees, pulling your tights down your legs along with your panties so that you're bare from the bottom down, sliding your shirt up over your head to just leave you in a bra on top.

"What're you, shit," Billy struggles to get his words out, ticking and wiping his nose with the backs of his fingers, "what're you doing?"

"Can I ride you?" You ask gently, edging closer to him and kicking his feet until his legs are a bit closer together. Billy nods, and you take that as permission to mount him, spread legs bracketing his hairy thighs.

You flip your skirt up a little, reaching behind you to grab at the base of Billy's cock. You rub the tip in between your folds, all whilst watching him and you don't miss the way his eyes roll back, head tipping so his stubbly neck is bared to you.

You take it slowly, sliding down inch by inch until your cunt is nestled against his groin, thatch of dark pubes tickling your delicate skin. You feel so full it's delicious, his thick cock feeling like it was made to be nestled deep in you.

Billy instinctively reaches out to grab at your hips, stilling you from moving until he got used to the feeling of your soaking wet cunt enveloping him. He breathes in and out deeply, not even baring to look at you, worried he'd blow his load immediately if he did.

You bring your hands out to gently brush over his cheeks, silently forcing him to look at you, which he does eventually. He's just so pretty, his big brown orbs watery and bloodshot, his plump red lips bitten, his cute nose darkened from the constant rubbing as he ticked.

He was so perfect you couldn't fucking stand it. You let your knees do some work for you, finally lifting up a few inches and sinking back down to the hilt. Billy's eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched moan leaving him, the feeling of your sopping, gummy cunt tightening around him feeling fucking heavenly.

You pick up a steady pace quickly, letting yourself be consumed by Billy completely. His big hands running up and down from your waist to your hips and back again, his moans and whimpers clouding your head, his thick cock nudging at your insides so deliciously it made you ache.

You remove your hands from his face, reaching to unclasp your bra and let it fall, baring your tits to him. You shake him gently to make him open his eyes, so he can get a good eyeful. What you don't expect is for him to lean forward immediately and latch onto your left nipple, suckling gently.

"Oh, Billy," You're a moaning mess above him, your cunt feeling so full, whole body on fire with the feeling of his body hard pressed against yours. He's mouthing at your breasts, sucking on your nipples as if his life depended on it.

He's whining, hips stuttering up against yours to meet your bounces. There's no real rhythm to it, his inexperience clear as day, but you're struggling to care with how good he's making you feel. The catch and drag of the head of his cock brushing your spongey spot, making your pussy slicker than before.

"God, darling, I'm so sorry," Billy groans, letting go of your nipple and kissing along the swell of your tit instead, whining out as you speed up a little, helping him chase his orgasm, "I'm gonna cum, fuck."

"Do it, babe, s'okay," You moan, tugging at his hair a little to get him to crane his neck up, to finally press a kiss to his lips. That's what does it for him, has his hips stuttering against yours as he comes deep inside of you.

He opens his mouth to moan, and you take that as your opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to lap lazily against his own. He shudders through his orgasm, your hips slowing down to a stop when he starts to shake with overstimulation.

He's not very good at kissing, but his plump lips and wide tongue make up for it. You find your cunt fluttering at the feeling, clamping down around his cock to milk the final bit of come out of him. You try not to be disappointed that you haven't been able to chase your own release, too focused on making Billy feel good.

You're not sure when you stop kissing, but when you do and you open your eyes again, you notice Billy's eyes are wet and his cheeks are stained with tear marks. You wipe his tears away with your thumb, smiling at him until he's forced to smile back.

"Good?" You ask gently, hips rocking subtly, his soft cock still nudging slightly against your soft spot. You try not to be pushy, knowing he'd be sensitive, but you can't help but want to do it again, the coil in your gut still wound tight with need.

Billy nods, huffing out a little, "I can - I can feel that, you know?" He says, nodding towards your soft hips moving, "It's - it's really sensitive, God."

You continue moving your hips in silence, squeezing your cunt around him, feeling his dick throbbing inside of you like it's trying to pique interest again. You really hope it does, you need to do this for a little longer, just a little.

"You can come again though, right? Let me try, please?" You're basically begging him, forehead to forehead and circling your hips back and forth on his already half hard cock and he's crying again, overcome with pleasure and sensitivity, struggling to think straight through the feeling of you on top of him.

Billy nods anyway, a silent yes and you use the leverage of your knees on the hard material of the chair to rise back up again, sinking back down softly. You do it like this until he's fully hard again, up down, up down, up down, your nails digging into the skin of his neck to keep yourself stable.

His hot hands on your waist make your skin feel like it's on fire, has your tummy coiling even tighter, the telltale sign of your own orgasm beginning to wash over you with every drag of his cock head against your gummy walls.

"That's it, Bill, God, your cock feels so good." You cry out, chasing your high until your cunt spasms around him and you feel the white-hot waves of pleasure crashing around you. A gush of slick comes from you, making your pussy impossibly wetter, so wet you feel it drip down your inner thighs onto Billy's own.

You feel like you black out for a second, only coming to when you feel Billy's hands grip onto your hips impossibly tighter so he can fuck up into you from below, his wet moans telling you he's close to coming again, too.

"Fuck, I love you, darling, shit. Love you, always have, m'so sorry, fuckfuck," Billy's hands slide up your back, tugging you until you're impaled on his cock impossibly deeper, chest pressed flush to his own as he comes for the third time, face buried into your neck tightly.

Your heart swells at his words, face flushing dark at the confession. Your insides bloom warmly, consumed with the sheer love you have for him, "I love you too, Bill. Loved you forever, was it not obvious?"

Billy's crying against your chest, hot tears spilling onto your bare chest, "No, I didn't, God, why didn't you tell me?"

"You needed to get better first, Bill." Your voice is soft, hand deftly running over his hair soothingly, "You're getting better now, though. It was time. I'm here forever, I'm not going anywhere."

You whisper encouraging words into his skin until his cries come to a stop, his shuddering body finally stilling. He'd finish his treatment, get the fuck out of here and you could start your life together.

It was the only thing keeping him focused on getting better - he needed to, to go out and see the world with you by his side.

[joesquaredkq]

Joseph Quinn as Billy Knight in "C.B. Strike" Season 4 "Lethal White: Part 1" (2020)

[rehfan]

A Little Shelter

Billy Knight x Fem!Reader/AFAB!Reader

Warning: 18+ only please. MDNI!! (Move along children!); hurt/comfort (small minor injury to reader with mention of blood); terrible thunder and lightning storm outside; forced proximity; Billy is shy until you get his motor running; f!fingering; fellatio; PIV sex; sleeping bag sex

Summary: You’re hiking when a storm breaks out. Billy Knight is one of the trail docents who comes to your rescue - and winds up just as stranded as you. And there was only ONE sleeping bag.

Tagged readers: @h-ness1944

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: This thing took me AGES, but this is in response to a prompt I got from @harrington4fan a long damn time ago. It came with pictures as a prompt, but I’ve since lost the original request. Apologies.

Read this on AO3 HERE

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He was there offering an umbrella to you on the hiking path when the downpour happened. It gave you time to grab your cagoule out of your rucksack. He had kind eyes. You had seen him on the trails from time to time, passed him here and there, and supposed he was a local. Turns out, he was one of the park’s docents, a volunteer who helped keep the trails clean and safe.

“There’s a bothy up ahead not half a mile,” he said as the rain came down harder.

“Sorry? A what?” you asked.

“A bothy,” he repeated. “You know, a little shelter?”

The skies above you both opened that much further and you gave each other a look of small panic. “Come on,” he said, lifting his umbrella above you both, “I’ll show you where.”

As you walked along the path, he continued to shelter you with his umbrella, managing to get his right half soaked. Fortunately, his hardy coat looked sturdy enough for snow. You, on the other hand, were only planning on spending one overnight and you had dressed in light layers, a day-hiker’s clothing covered with a cagoule, good enough for balmy weather, the odd breeze or even a bit of damp, but nothing much stronger. You shifted your pack on your shoulders that contained all your camping gear and cursed yourself silently for not re-checking the weather report before you left the house.

“My name’s Billy. Billy Knight,” he said, interrupting your thoughts. You gave him your name and your thanks for his assistance. He smiled shyly. He was kind of adorable. His coat’s hood was up and he wore a beanie underneath on his head, a scarf was around his neck beneath the coat. Large brown eyes peeked at you as you moved along. You felt yourself blush under his gaze like a foolish schoolgirl.

The bothy was just as he had said: little. It was off the beaten path by a few paces, covered in lichen and moss. You had probably passed it a dozen times in your travels and never noticed it. A stone block structure, it was only large enough to fit a handful of people comfortably and hadn’t been disused so much as it had been overused.

It had a rough wooden door, painted a dull brown and he opened it with a shove, allowing you to pass into the murky gloom first. Paint was peeling on the inside. The single open room featured only a small table and three chairs none of which were upright. A small wooden box was on the side of the fireplace containing dry wood and kindling, and a large matchbox.

He moved to the fireplace built into the opposite wall and went about the business of building a fire. “Got to keep warm. Can’t risk cold or exposure.”

You weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or himself. You paced the small space blowing in your hands and rubbing them together. It was already a cold and clammy October day, but you couldn’t resist walking the trails and camping overnight on one of the last days before the weather became too bitterly cold, the hills of Yorkshire becoming too harsh for the average hiker later in the year. Now, with the turn in the weather, you were doubting your sanity at the decision.

You attempted to right and brush off the three large adirondack chairs in the shelter, but one of them had a worn leg and it was wobbly when you set it upright. “Oh,” he said, “I’ll have to have that replaced. Please just leave it.” But just as he said that, there was a sharp edge of the wood that caught you and you pulled your hand back, hissing a breath, and sucking on your thumb.

He moved from the fire to you in an instant. Light from one of the tiny windows in the bothy lit his features as he took your hand and the worry on his face melted your heart.

“Splinter,” you said. “I have a first-aid kit in my pack. I’ll get it out.”

“You certain, miss?” he asked. “I can help you if you like. I have good experience with wood splinters.”

As you dug through your rucksack, you gave him an odd look, “You do?”

He grinned and explained about his wood carving. It was a hobby he loved and learned from his father. “Our dad wasn’t good for much, but he was a good carver.” His knuckles rubbed at his nose viciously as he gazed out of the window at the storm. “Taught me. And I’ve had a few in my time that were quite terrible.” He splayed out his hands. They looked strong.

You moved to the other window on the other side of the door to get some light on your throbbing digit. Tweezers in hand, you tried to grab the end of the sliver, but you couldn’t get the angle right. After struggling for a few minutes, you caught Billy’s eye. He had crossed back to the fire, but had been waiting patiently and watching you carefully while tending to it. Caving in, you offered him the tweezers with a wincing smile. His grin cut brightly through the gloom.

He took the tweezers from you gently. His hand was so big, they swallowed the small instrument. Taking your hand as gently as he could, his touch feather-light, he focused his whiskey-brown eyes on the task. Before he pulled, he said softly, “This may hurt a bit. Sorry.”

“S’ok, Billy,” you said, your voice low, barely above a whisper. The mood of the room slowly shifted the longer he stood so closely to you; being in this place with the rain beating down hard on the roof, the soft muted light from the window, the crackling warm fire, the closeness of this man you’d only just met but could just snuggle up to and sleep cradled in his arms, it was like the stuff out of a romance book… or like worshiping in a small country chapel. He smelled of cedar and mint and he was so close, you could see the smattering of freckles spread across his nose and cheeks. His tongue came out in concentration and, combined with his freckles, gave him the aspect of a schoolboy.

You almost sniggered at the thought when he pulled on the sliver. “Ah!”

“Got it… I think,” he said, holding up the tweezers. Your sore finger was raging and angry, blood coming from the small cut in it. You groaned and held it to you. Billy was instantly penitent: “Sorry! Sorry! I did say it may hurt. Please don’t be angry.”

“I”m not angry,” you replied, mystified as to why he would think you would be. Your thumb went in your mouth to soothe the wound, but your puzzled look was still on your face as you saw him blush.

“Come. Here,” he said, guiding you with an arm around your shoulders.

He rushed you to the table, spreading out your first-aid supplies. He treated your thumb with an alcohol swab that stung. He apologized for hurting you again, his pained expression breaking your heart. “It has to kill the germs, miss. It’s all going to be alright. I know what I’m doing. Promise.” Some antibiotic cream with painkiller and a plaster later, you were practically as right as rain.

The whole time he worked on your hand, you watched him, how gently he worked, how careful he was, how attentive. The last boyfriend you had wouldn’t have bothered to help you. Then again, he wouldn’t be with you there at all. Ryan had hated the great outdoors. You could barely pull him away from his video game console most weekends. You had been in that relationship alone and it had sucked. So you dumped him last spring and spent your summer on the trails of Yorkshire.

And today, you discovered this treasure of a man: sweet, respectful, kind, lovely, and caring; everything you had been starved for. You wondered how keen he was on you. Would he mind a little forward flirting? What did you have to lose?

“Thank you, Billy,” you said. “Are you always this attentive to the hikers here?”

His ears went pink as he went to stoke & tend the fire. “I do my best to help people. They leave litter more than they need help, though.” It broke your heart how painfully shy he was.

“They do, don’t they? There’s no respect,” you agreed as you turned to him, settling in one of the chairs you managed to place closer to the fire without further injury. It was starting to catch and give off a wonderful wave of heat, warming your legs, hands, and your face delightfully.

“K-keep it above your heart,” he said, coming to you, gently raising your hand across your chest and toward your shoulder. “It’ll hurt less.”

“Thanks,” you said. Everything about him was gentle. It was uncanny. Had you met in any other circumstances, you might have thought he was having you on with the way he was, but your meeting was completely arbitrary, him coming along the path towards you, seemingly lost in thought, just getting to where you were wandering along - and then the skies opened. More and more it was like something out of a film.

The rain was getting worse. You had planned on camping the night at one of the approved sites in the park, but that looked like a no-go as well. Perhaps you could stretch out in the bothy? You looked around while Billy busied himself with arranging bigger logs on the grate. Yes, it might do for a place to stay just for the one night, but you weren’t sure it was allowed.

“Can people spend the night in the bothies?” you asked him.

“Not supposed to, no,” he replied, sitting on the stone hearth and watching the flames. His eyes were alight with firelight. “People are supposed to go home or use the campsite on the other side of the park.” He blinked, breaking the spell of the fire and regarded you and your pack. “You were supposed to camp tonight?” You nodded. “Hmm,” he considered, “I suppose if the rain were to continue this way that you’d have no choice, but you should really go home if you can. I wouldn’t like to think of you camping in this weather.”

“That’s-“ you started, a little flabbergasted that he was thinking of you struggling to pop a tent up in this downpour. “That’s uh- very kind of you. I don’t think I’ll be doing that either. Going home as soon as the rain lets up is the general plan at this point. But if things get too late, I may at least get my mattress and my sleeping bag out. There’s room in here on the floor.”

“I can’t let you stay in here without telling my boss,” he said. “And he’s in the main building near the car park only until seven.” Billy looked worried and his knuckles rubbed at his nose again. You felt a sudden impulse to hold his hands and kiss his nose; the urge was so strong it was absurd.

You cleared your throat and shifted in the chair. “I don’t suppose you have a way of communicating with your boss?” you asked.

“I have my walkie,” he said. “I’ll try him now, shall I?”

“Be my guest,” you said.

He dug into an inside pocket of his jacket and brought out a solid-looking long-range walkie. He stepped to the door and signaled to his boss. The static was loud on the other end, but was soon drowned out by a peal of thunder from above. No response. “I think it’s the roof. Part tin, probably,” he said. “Signal’s useless.”

“You mean you have to go out into that torrent in order to tell your boss you’re trapped in the torrent?”

Billy smiled and shrugged. What choice did he have? “Besides,” he explained, “I’d have to report you too. Can’t have a car in the car park with no owner to match during a raging storm.” He cinched up his hood, zipped and buttoned up his coat and secured the sleeves more tightly around his wrists. “Be right back,” he said before stepping out into the storm.

You acted quickly. Because you had planned to stay overnight, you were also going to make use of the showers that were provided in the campground side of the preserve. One great fluffy yellow towel was pulled from your rucksack. This you placed on the table in anticipation of Billy’s return; he’d certainly be soaked and would need it.

You also set up your mattress on the floor, the battery-powered pump making quick work of inflating the mattress’s rectangular shape once you released it from its bag. You also took out your sleeping bag for good measure. It was big enough for two, but you had bought it that way on purpose. You hated to be confined while sleeping, but you loved to camp; it was a compromise to your senses.

The whole affair took only a few minutes and just as you were disconnecting the pump from the mattress, Billy returned. He was a sopping wet mess.

“Come to the fire, Billy,” you urged. “Get your coat off and dry yourself off.” You handed him your towel.

He pressed it to his face and thanked you at the same time, his voice sounding of muffled gratitude. The fringe above his eyes was soaked and he whipped off his hood and beanie and scrubbed at it. He took his heavy coat off and draped it over one of the other chairs around the table. He gave you a shy smile before taking a seat in the chair you had occupied, awkwardly hugging the towel to his chest and idly wiping at his face and neck. “Boss says, stay put. You have permission to stay the night, if you need to. He said the weatherman said it would be quite a blow. It’ll last hours. He’s packing things up and locking the gates early. Just headed to check the campsite wardens are prepared and then he’s going home.”

“Must be nice,” you muttered and you garnered a look of concern from him. “Sorry. It’s just I’ve been kicking myself over not checking the weather.”

He caught sight of the sleeping bag and mattress and nodded his head in their direction. “I suppose you knew what the answer would be, eh?”

“A girl likes to be prepared,” you said with a slightly embarrassed shrug. You stoked the fire with another piece of fresh firewood from the box before throwing it on. The heat it was producing was lovely. “Shall I make us a cuppa?” A slow smile crept over Billy’s face and his eyebrows raised. He nodded. You giggled, pleased that you could surprise him.

Ten minutes later, you both had steaming cups in your hands seated in front of a now raging fire that was radiating a delicious heat. The teapot/coffee pot kit you had bought came with two cups but you’d always just used one for brushing your teeth. It’s the first time you had gotten to use both of them as the manufacturer intended and it was kind of nice.

“How’s your finger?” he asked as he handed back his empty cup.

“It’s almost better.” You took up the tea things, giving them a quick rinse under the falling rain outside the front door and taking a moment to really watch the downpour. He came to the opening and put his hands out into the rain, rubbing them together, washing them.

“Almost?” he asked. Standing at your elbow, you turned to him, smiling, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“This is going to sound silly of me, but,” you began and walked back to your pack to stow your things. “But when I was a child… my mum, she would…” A wave of embarrassment came over you. “Ugh, it’s stupid. Sorry.”

“No. Go on. What is it, miss?” he asked, closing the door and wiping his hands on the towel you had provided him before and laying it gently over the back of one of the chairs to dry. “And how can I help?”

You blushed. “Oh, well…Could you… erm…Could you kiss it better?”

His mouth was an O of surprise. Regret twisted in your gut. You ruined it.

“Never mind. I’m sorry. I’m just being stupid. It’s just - you seem really sweet,” you explained. “You don’t have to. I just-“

In the firelight, he took your breath away. Slowly, gently, he took your hand in his own. His mouth met your bandaged finger. You watched as his perfect mouth met the plaster, not pressing, not to hurt, just to soothe any ache away, his soulful eyes never parting from yours. “Better now?”

Your breath caught and it took you a moment before you laughed nervously. “Much. Thank you.” He still held your hand and you still held his full attention when you asked: “Do you have a girl, Billy?”

His blush was beautiful. “Uh. N-no. Ju- uh, it’s just me, I’m afraid. N-no girl for me.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but sound disappointed. “No girls… at all?” Your meaning was evident. It wouldn’t be the first time you made this kind of mistake, but he had been giving you what you thought were all the proper signals for a heterosexual male.

His blush deepened. You hadn’t thought it possible. “Sorry, no! I like girls- love them! I mean… I just-“

“It’s okay, Billy,” you said, hurrying to allay his embarrassment. Your fingertips found his jaw and you stepped closer, his scent invading your senses. “I like you too.” This was a dance you weren’t used to doing. He seemed so skittish. If you were too bold, he might run. But he was so close. So close and looking at you like that.

His eyes drifted to your mouth and back. He wasn’t running. He was hoping. You could see it. You had to take a chance on tasting him.

Leaning up slowly, you touched his lips with yours only for him to react with a passion you didn’t expect. He cupped your face with his hands and let out a moaning sigh. Your hands wrapped around his waist. He felt so solid it made you weak. He turned his head and took you even deeper, tongue licking at your lips for permission. You couldn’t stop the sigh when you opened your mouth for him. He hummed back his pleasure.

If you weren’t wet before, you were now.

He was so delicious. Your hands fisted at the back of his jumper. The urge to climb him was overwhelming.

Billy was lost in the kiss, his hands drifting down your neck to brush the edges of your collarbones. But he hesitated and the kiss broke. “Sorry. Sorry. I’ve never- I mean, I have, but I’m not the sort of-“

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh you sweet man,” you cooed. “Come here.” Your arms came up and around his shoulders and you pressed another kiss to his mouth. He welcomed you in, hands respectfully on your hips, fingertips digging deeper as the kiss continued.

He was so gentle, it filled your heart to brimming. You found yourself winding your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, your body pressing into him. His hands came up and caressed your back, the left one high, tracing fingertips over the nape of your neck, the other low but not disrespectfully so, softly cradling your lower back.

Aching for him to touch you, your left hand traveled down to his right hand that was positioned at your low back. Taking it, you moved it under your jumper and you felt his fingers work at pulling your turtleneck’s hem up. Cool fingers touched your warm spine and you shivered and whimpered into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, you asked, “Lie with me, Billy? Keep me warm. Let me do the same for you.”

He nodded silently against your lips and kissed you again, slowly. It was as if he were attempting to memorize every second that passed. It caused you to focus on little things: a glimpse of the crinkle between his brows as he kissed you again; the feel of the slick velvet of his tongue; the scent of him, complicated and woodsy; the gentle strength in his hands as he cradled you and pressed into your skin; the firm feel of him against you; his soft hair in your one fist as your other hand traced over his throat and collarbone.

The kiss broke with a wet smack and he asked you over hooded eyes: “Are you a dream?”

“No.”

“May I touch you more?”

“Yes.”

“May I kiss you more? In- in more places?”

You could feel his right hand leave your low back and the back of his knuckles drag along your side and around, loosening the shirt and dipping into the waistband of your leggings at your hipbone.

You nosed your face close to his ear and placed small kisses to the side of his face and right along the shell of his ear. “Yes, Billy. Anywhere you like, you sweet man. My protector. My good good boy.”

He let out a groan and his open mouth sucked at your pulse point at the same time his whole right hand made a dive to cup your mons, one thick finger just passing over your slit.

“Ohh fffuck!” you cried. It was all so sudden and smooth and you didn’t know the shy boy had it in him, but you didn’t want your surprise to stop him. “Yes, Billy. Please, Billy. Please.”

Matching the rhythm of his sucking kiss, his digit dipped deeper and deeper against your slit, brushing your clit, waking the fire in your belly. His other arm had wrapped around your waist to balance his pressure to your front. His arousal was pressing into you, rubbing against you, seeking out whatever friction he could find.

“May I confess something to you, miss?” You begged him to call you by your name. He pulled back long enough to meet your gaze before saying it like a sacred word. “May I confess?”

“Please,” your voice came out sounding as if you were the one who had to confess, not him.

He pressed his mouth to your ear in a tender kiss as his fingers continued their magic. “I saw you earlier this summer and I never forgot your face. I thought I would never see you again as I’d not seen you before. Thought you were an out-of-town day hiker. But then I saw you again. And twice more after that.

“Today I was low because I thought the season was over and you wouldn’t be back and now… today… here you were. And then the rain came. And now we’re stuck here. It’s like God smiled at me. But I didn’t dare push for more.

“But then you asked me to kiss your finger and I knew I didn’t want to stop but I must because you’re not mine. And then you kissed me and… and…now this. Touching you. It’s like God sent an angel.” He nuzzled at your pulse point again, eliciting another whine from you. “Are you an angel? Are you, petal?”

You didn’t have an answer for him. You were too dizzy at his words. Fortunately, your sweet keening at his speech was enough to encourage him to kiss you full on the mouth once more.

Your wetness doubled. Gasping at his touch, he softly caressed around and around against your clit, his tongue echoing his movements as he kissed you once more. It was intoxicating. You felt helpless at his touch, fists grasping at his jumper, wanting more, needing his skin against yours. And you weren’t alone in the need.

He moved behind you, his free hand snaking underneath your shirt and above your bra, caressing at the material over your left breast, squeezing and kneading the flesh beneath. His arousal was pressed firmly against you from behind and his arms pulled you further inward towards his hardened length. Facing the fire, you weren’t sure if the heat you felt was coming from it or the fire you had burning inside you.

Your face turned to accept his kisses, but you didn’t know where to put your hands at first, he had you at such a loss. Never in your life had you been surprised and pleased and lost in a man’s arms. Instinctively, you leaned back into him allowing your hands to settle on his, encouraging his touch.

He pushed his middle finger into your heat, causing you to moan into his mouth. His fingers were deliciously thick and your hips rolled against his hand automatically. Your knees were jelly and Billy adjusted his grip on you, wrapping his upper arm underneath your breasts and holding you upright as he continued to plunge his finger into you, pulsing slowly and gaining speed.

Breaking the kiss, it was all you could do to keep your footing when his thumb came back to your clit. You gasped for breath. Never in your life had your climax came so quickly. Instantly, your right hand came up behind Billy’s head. You pressed your temple to his cheek and held on for dear life as your orgasm ripped through you just as the lightning outside ripped through the sky. The thunder that followed drowned out your screams of Billy’s name.

“Oh, petal,” Billy sighed, pressing small kisses into the side of your hair and face. “You are so beautiful like this.”

Your senses slowly recovered. As they did, you found yourself still in his arms, his hand still over your sex, but his fingers withdrawn. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck whispering words of praise and thankfulness: “So good for me. So beautiful. Your body is perfect. I’m so lucky. So happy. Are you happy, angel?”

“Yes,” you sighed, “Yes, Billy. I am.” It occurred to you that he was still unsatisfied. You turned in his arms. “Take your clothes off. I need to taste you.” Sealing your words with a kiss, you stripped yourself bare and unzipped the sleeping bag, loosely throwing half of it over your naked frame to ward off any chill.

There was a dazed look on his face as he watched you settle yourself inside on your tummy. Propped up on your elbows you smiled at him and cocked your head, clearly waiting for him. “Come on, shy boy. You made me feel so good. Come here and let me do the same for you.”

“I’m dreaming,” he whispered. “I have to be dreaming.”

You giggled, delighted. “Good dream?”

“The best dream I’ve ever had,” he said, slowly removing his boots and letting each drop to the ground. His jumper and layered shirts went next, as he still regarded you with awe - blinking as though he was expecting you to disappear any second.

You were pleased at what you were seeing: a fit figure, with a bit of pudge at his navel. His brown happy trail was covered by his erect prick as soon as he released it from his trousers and the material fell to the floor. He slipped off his socks in an awkward jumping motion as he approached you and quickly entered the sleeping bag. He was so goofy and appreciative. It was delightful.

You wasted no time pressing yourself to him and capturing him in another kiss. The feel of his skin was everything. He was warm and firm as you rolled him onto his back, kissing down his chest, circling a fingernail around his erect nipple, your eyes never leaving his as you made your way down his alabaster skin. You licked at his navel, throwing him a teasing smile. His returning smile and little boy giggle lit you from within.

You moved down his body, positioning yourself between his legs. Your gaze had still not shifted from his and your reward was to see him backlit by the fire, his eyes glistening, seemingly reflecting the fire behind him. You sat back on your feet and brought his knees up with a guiding hand, parting them gently, smoothing your hands along the insides of his thighs toward his hard cock.

Billy’s hands were above his head clinging desperately to the top of the inflatable mattress and he already looked wrecked. His lips were pink and kiss-swollen, his chest flushed. You saw him swallow hard in anticipation. His breath was coming in pants and you hadn’t even touched him yet. His weeping cock, thick and uncut, curved slightly to his right. It was dripping precum on his stomach. You licked a fat stripe on his tummy, cleaning off the salty precum and giggling. “Messy boy.”

“S-sorry, miss. C-can’t help it. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Mmm…” you hummed, “So are you, lovely boy. God, I want to taste more.” You put your nose to his balls and licked just underneath them. Billy gasped and giggled, flinching. “Easy, pretty boy,” you scolded, pressing soothing baby kisses to his balls. “I’m just exploring.” You couldn’t help but notice his cock twitch.

You opened your mouth wide and took in one of his testicles, sucking on it gently before releasing it with a wet pop. He grunted with pleasure and you smiled to yourself as you turned your attention to his other testicle. The musk of him filled your senses as you gently suckled and pulled off.

“You taste so good, Billy,” you cooed. “Can I suck your cock? Would you like that?”

“Yes, please,” he said, still gasping and panting, watching you with fascinated cow eyes.

You licked a fat stripe up the underside of his prick. The sound that came out of Billy was a cross between a curse and a groan. It was the best thing you’ve ever heard. You took his cock in your hand and spit on the head.

“Fuck me,” Billy whimpered as you gave his cock a few slow strokes, spreading your spit and his precum together.

“Happily, sweet boy. But first: this?” you cooed just before swallowing his cock as far as you could.

He marveled at you. So beautiful and doing your best to pleasure him. And you were very good at it. He found himself writhing beneath you, using all of his willpower not to let his instinct take over and cant his hips up into your wet mouth.

You were drooling as you worked, but it only served to create a slicker surface as you pumped his cock with your mouth. Gently, you massaged his scrotum, delighting to hear him moan above you and call your name. He was desperate for release. You felt his cock twitch in your hand as you pulled off and worked him in your fist. You spit on his head again, watching it mix into the slick that was already there.

“Want to come inside me like this, Billy?” you asked, but Billy was too far gone. His eyes were glassy and his mouth hung open. “Billy? Sweet boy? You have to use your words, baby.” You crawled up to him, shifting your grip on his cock so that you could lie beside him and stroke him off. “Hmm? Did you want to come in my mouth or my pussy, Billy?”

His beautiful dark eyes met yours. Another lightning strike lit you both starkly. The rumble of thunder that followed echoed in Billy’s voice as he tried to form scattered thoughts into stuttered words. “M- my angel. Are you m- mine? C- can you be?”

“I would love to be yours,” you said, placing small kisses to his temple and cheek. “I want you to claim me, Billy. Mark me as yours. Come inside me. Deep inside. Will you do that?”

A feral look came into his eyes. “Mine.”

“Yours.”

Instantly you were on your back, his cock laying perfectly between your folds as he pressed his length along your gash. He ground his hips into you as he gazed down on you, his elbows braced on either side of your head. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips, encouraging him closer, deeper.

“All mine,” he whispered into your hair. “Mine. Soft and warm and mine.”

You canted your hips upward toward him, the drag of his cock along your clit driving you insane. You needed more. You captured his mouth in a soft, slow kiss, moaning your desire into his heat. Slowly, your belly coiled and you chased your orgasm, pressing more kisses to his mouth and jaw and neck and praying that this man would indeed let you be his for the rest of forever.

The world tilted and you spilt over its edge, crying out Billy’s name to challenge the storm that surrounded you both.

Before you came down, his tip was at your entrance and you exhaled and let him in. Still wet from his fingering, it didn’t solve all of the burn that came from his cock spitting you in two. You wrapped your legs around him even tighter and locked your ankles, easing the thickness of him deeper and deeper inside you until you felt his balls against your ass.

“Petal?” His forehead was against yours. “Alright?”

“More than alright, Billy. My Billy. Lovely Billy. Good Billy. Hard. So hard. Fuck me, and thick too. Shit. Need you. Need this. Need to be all yours, Billy baby. Please. Make me yours.”

His hips withdrew and snapped forward, stealing the breath from your body. You cried out, but only in surprise as you begged him for more. It didn’t take Billy long to start a harsh rhythm squelching and slapping inside you for minutes at a time until finally, achingly, he pulled out of you completely and you gasped at the loss and whined for his warmth. Wordlessly, and without taking his eyes off you, he gently placed your legs against his shoulders and re-inserted himself inside you. And then, slowly - agonizingly slowly - he ground in… and out… and around.

His hips circled and grazed your g-spot over and over in the most delicious way. Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled up into the back of your head. And you heard yourself babble nonsensical gibberish into the room. Absently, you felt Billy kiss your neck and praise you: “Such a good girl. My girl. Want this. Want you. Make you mine right now. So tight for me. So warm. Going to come so hard for you, petal. Going to burst deep inside you.”

“Yes, Billy,” you sighed, “show the world who owns me. Show the world I’m yours. Come for me, you brilliant b- boy! OH!” Your next orgasm forced its way from your core to your brain in seconds and as you rolled with the wave of it, arching your back and clawing at Billy’s shoulders. In reaction, he filled you up with his cock with a rapid pounding that had him whimpering when he finally came inside you, your name on his lips, kissing it into your skin.

You lay together, frozen and panting for quite a few minutes, not wanting the feeling to end. Not wanting to separate into the two of you instead of the one combined. You felt your pussy throb and flutter around him, as if to say don’t go don’t go don’t go…

But soon muscles went slack and the end had to be acknowledged.

He moved above you, struggling to lift his head to look into your eyes. “Alright, petal?”

“Never better, love,” you smiled and kissed him sweetly. He slipped out of you and you groaned with the loss. He sat up and messed with the bottom of the sleeping bag. It took you only a second to realize, but at the sound of the zipper, you knew he was sealing the bag and settling both of you in for the night. He turned to you and held his arms out. Obligingly, you curled into him, sated and happy.

“Are you really mine?” he asked you, whispering your name into the fire lit room.

“I don’t think I could ever let you go, Billy,” you murmured. Tilting your head upward, you met his eyes. “You feel like home to me.”

“You too,” he said and kissed you gently. Cuddling you close, you felt so safe and warm. Dreams took you, but come morning, you would have plenty of time to discover that no dream could compare with the reality of Billy Knight in your life.

[corrodedbisexual]

JOSEPH QUINN as BILLY KNIGHT on C.B. Strike s03 (2020)

[mythicalea]

The sweetest smile in the world 🥰🥰

[elliewlums]

Not a very specific request but I’d love to see some touchstarved!Billy x clingy!Reader please and thank you 😊

touchstarved!billy my fucking beloved</3 also this is shit i apologise

content warnings: touch starved!billy🥺 touch aversion due to being touch starved, v soft, billy gets all the luv and cuddles<3

billy’s been neglected his whole life; it’s a fact you’ve very begrudgingly come to terms with. a fact that, even after months of dating your sweet boy, fills you with white-hot, indescribable rage. how is it fair? that the people that were supposed to protect him damaged him beyond comprehension.

billy struggles with physical touch. you can see in his expression how badly he desires to be held, to cuddle in bed and on the sofa and hold hands at the supermarket, just little mundane things. but he’s incredibly shy and he’d never make the first move, so that leaves it down to you.

of course, you’re eager to oblige.

at first it’s slow, a brush of your knuckles against his cheek when you leave the bed to make him breakfast, a kiss on the shoulder when he’s faced away from you. and when you’re sure he’s comfortable, it increases. a kiss under his jaw just because you feel like it, climbing into his arms in the middle of the night and tangling your limbs with his own.

he’s startled when you hug him in the shop one day. he goes taut and draws himself tight; you pull away to look at his face.

“this okay, baby?”

he nods, lip quivering, and you coo, reaching up to hold his chin between your thumb and finger.

“what’s the face for, then?”

he shakes his head and sniffs, but nuzzles into your hand when you splay your fingers to rub his stubbled cheek.

“jus’, no one’s ever hugged me like that before.”

“like what, hon?”

“like they love me, y’know?”

your heart breaks. “i do love you.”

the ghost of a smile plays across his lips, so quick that you might’ve thought you’d imagined it if you didn’t know better.

“you do?”

“of course i do.”

that conversation seems to have opened the floodgates for billy. he holds your hand the entire way home, white knuckled and clinging, and is reluctant to let go when you fish your house keys out of your pocket.

when you ask him if he wants to watch a film, he’s ready on the sofa for you to crawl on top of him; you press a firm kiss to his cheek and drape your arms around his neck. he goes soft and boneless, face pressed to the juncture of your neck as your hands rub along his back in big, sweeping circles.

and when he starts to loll and his eyes flutter shut, you pull him up and slide him into bed, wrapping him in blankets. he whines until you press your body against his and kiss all over his pretty face. despite the big bed, there’s not an ounce of space between the pair of you: his legs entwined with yours, his head on your chest, arms squeezing at your middle. you brush soft curls out of his face when his breaths deepen and slow. it’s the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him.

“love you,” he mumbles, half asleep.

“love you more, baby.”

[babybluebex]

Billy Knight craves your touch so much that it physically hurts, but he's too scared and insecure to initiate. (Please think of 14k and give Billy/this blurb a happy ending? ILY, congrats on 13k!)

UNLUCKY 13 ANGST NIGHT ugh YES billy my beloved boy cw brief mention of childhood abuse

He's always been told that it's rude. That asking for something like affection was bad, that it showed that you were ungrateful for what you had. Growing up, Billy never had affection, but he learned that asking for it only led to trouble. So he never did. He shut down those feelings and locked them up and threw away the key. He was a grown man; he didn't need paltry things like hugs.

And then he met you, and the need for affection grew. He loved you— God, he loved you— but affection was a tricky thing. He wanted to love you like any other man would love you, but he wasn't able to just hug you or kiss you. He always needed to justify it, and he never could come up with a viable reason why he needed to be affectionate with you. So, he never did, but it was starting to weigh on him.

You looked beautiful as you stood at the kitchen counter, doing nothing especially remarkable. You were cutting vegetables for dinner, and Billy stood at the doorway as he watched you do your work. He likes watching you be all domestic, and the urge to hug you came back. But he couldn’t possibly act on that, as badly as he wanted to. It hurt him inside his chest with the urge, and he suddenly cleared his throat.

“Darling?” he asked, and you turned to look at him, pausing your chopping. “Could you, erm, come here? For a moment?”

You put down the knife and advanced towards Billy, taking his hand in yours once you reached him. His hands were so big and you loved them, and you pressed a kiss to his palm. “Is something wrong?” you asked, and Billy swallowed thickly.

Slowly, his arms stretched outwards and he enveloped you, and you gasped. Billy wasn’t very affectionate with you, for reasons you weren’t quite sure of but knew probably stemmed from a bad childhood, and every bit of affection was welcome and surprising. Your arms flew around his neck quickly and you held him close, and Billy sighed as he nestled his face into your neck. "I love you," he whispers. "M'sorry I don't show it often enough, but please believe me that I love you."

"I love you too, Billy," you whispered. "It's okay, baby, everyone shows affection differently."

"But I want to show you affection the regular way," Billy said. "Hug you and kiss you, do everything I want, but I... I just can't. But believe me, I wish I could."

"I believe you," you whispered. "Maybe we can take baby steps... And this is a big first step."

"I love you so much," Billy whispered quickly, and you squeezed him tightly. "Thank you for not leaving me."

"I don't want to leave you," you told him. "I'd never want to leave you. We can work on this together, but please know I'm proud of you for hugging me."

"Thanks," Billy mumbled. "I just... When I was little, if I asked for a hug or a cuddle, my dad would hit me. I learned that wanting affection was bad, so I learned to never ask. But I guess I need to unlearn that."

"And I'll be here for all of that," you told him. You rubbed his back and stepped away for a moment, and you leaned back and kissed his soft lips for a moment. "I'll always be here."

[joesquinns]

JOSEPH QUINN as BILLY KNIGHT in Strike

[kwistowee]

JOSEPH QUINN as BILLY KNIGHT C.B. Strike 3.01

[fyeaheddiemunson]

[pollenallergie]

billy knight used to have terrible posture because of his raging insecurities and anxieties. however, billy knight now has terrible posture because your cat, dennis, seems to always want to be perched atop the flat of his shoulders whenever’s he’s stood upright. much like this:

dennis has needs, and those needs are to 1) be at the highest vantage point possible at all times while 2) maintaining constant contact with his favourite human, billy (you’re a second runner up). this peculiar and, unfortunately for billy, inconvenient position allows for both of dennis’s most pressing needs to be simultaneously met at all times.

luckily, billy has you to give him back and shoulder massages and to dote on him endlessly when the aches and the tension get to be too much for him. <3

[loryevrg]

Billy Knight / Strike - Ep. 4x01 (2017)

Eddie Munson / Stranger Things - Ep. 4x02 (2022)

Please someone create a petition for Joseph Quinn to have happy roles. This man acts amazingly and his characters deserve a happy ending.

[rehfan]

Billy knight request….reader x billy in new relationship. Billy is super protective and jealous. They go to their first party together billy gets nervous /jealous because of guy hitting on reader. He causes a scene then panics on their way home thinking he’s ruined their relationship. Reader is not mad at him she is very soft with billy she takes him home and shows him exactly how much he means to her fluffy sweet smut please ***billy definitely has a breeding kink****😊

A/N: My first Billy Knight request and I couldn’t be happier. I love this character so much. Thanks to you @harringtonfan4 for the suggestion - it gripped me by the throat and did not let go. I basically spent 7 hours straight writing this all in one go. Any typos or plot holes are all mine, unintentional, and you can go pick on someone else. Here we go!

Pairing: Billy Knight X Fem!reader; Billy Knight X AFAB!reader

Jealous!Billy Knight; Insecure!Billy Knight

Tags: fluffy, emotional hurt/comfort, jealousy, mental health issues, insecure Billy, minor physical altercation, minor mention of suicide, fluffy smut, smutty smut, blowjob, PIV unprotected sex (PLEASE DO NOT DO THAT - WRAP IT), unintentional edging, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk, small instance of choking but not really.

Warnings: minor mention of suicide; small instance of choking but not really; Under 18? Move on, please. I did not write this for you.

Please do not repost this anywhere else. This is my work and mine alone.

Word Count: 7200+

Knight in Shining Armor

You knew that you were the first major relationship Billy had ever attempted besides having schoolboy crushes on girls, sneaking kisses and holding hands and such, but nothing ever meant anything. He was in his mid-20s and should have had plenty of girlfriends before you, but due to a childhood trauma, he was debilitated and emotionally injured and needed time to heal. At least, that’s how he put it to you when you met and started dating him.

You bumped into him in the frozen foods section, dropping your frozen potato wedges when you turned and saw him there holding the freezer door open for you. He hadn’t meant to startle you, of course and looked so painfully shy and fearful about scaring you that it broke your heart a little. It had been months since your last relationship and while you weren’t looking for something new, you had a good feeling about him and told him that he could make up startling you by buying you a coffee from the station at the front of the store. He was happy to do it and that’s when it all began.

He was tender and caring, thoughtful and kind, and didn’t seem to have the same agenda that all your other blokes had had - mainly getting into your knickers. He seemed amazed to just have your friendship. And as far as Billy was concerned, that’s exactly how he felt. He didn’t see the sense in lying to you about anything, but he was terrified that you’d reject him. According to his logic, it was better to tell you up front about his institutionalization and mental problems; that way, you could push him away before he had a chance to fall head over heels in love with you.

But you didn’t push him away. Especially after he explained about the support system he had in place: his few friends who were also his flat mates and his psychiatrist, his medication, and his dedication to being a proper man in the world - one that could hold down a job and pay bills. He was on a good road. The only part of his life that was incomplete was having someone to share his life with.

His big brown eyes looked soulfully into yours when he confessed all this. It was your third date and things had been going well. He was in charge of choosing the location for this one and he chose a picnic at the dog park. He didn’t own a dog (one of his flat mates was allergic) but he liked them and he had made a few friends among the dog owners that came there. He smiled secretively at you as he produced a resealable plastic sandwich bag of dog treats and jiggled them.

“My secret way of making canine friends,” he said, looking almost embarrassed at his cleverness.

You couldn’t help but laugh. The whole day was perfect, even after Billy’s confession about his history. You explained that you had an uncle that was bipolar and had to be sent away for a while when you were a child. You knew something was wrong with him, but you were too small to understand what. But when he came out, he was his old self again and better. You have valued psychiatry and psychology ever since and you were entirely supportive of Billy and deeply grateful for his honesty.

In your second month of dating Billy you were both headed to a party thrown by old friends of yours. You had met each other in uni and had stayed in touch and you wanted to introduce Billy to them all as you were fiercely proud of him and his strides toward living his own life as his own man.

“We don’t have to stay for long, if you don’t want,” you explained as you walked up the path to the door, “If things get too much, you tell me the word and we’ll dash.”

“What word?” Billy asked, rubbing his nose, “And what will we say as an excuse? Won’t they be suspicious? Won’t they think me rude?”

“Hardly,” you said, placing a reassuring arm around his. You planted your chin in his shoulder and looked up at him. “I’ll do the explaining. And the word will be something you pick. What word would you like to whisper to me if you feel overwhelmed?”

Billy looked at his surroundings for a minute, his eyes darting about him. “Um, how about ‘cardinal’?”

You giggled. “‘Cardinal’?” Your eyes found what his had: in one of the front windows was a decorative hanging made of stained glass and containing a red bird of that name. “Oh I see. ‘Cardinal’ it is then. Excellent choice.” You kissed him on the cheek and rang the bell.

Billy was overwhelmed almost instantly. This wasn’t the small gathering that he was expecting - only three or four friends from your uni days - this was a gathering of well over twenty people. The conversation was a cacophony in the place and people seemed to be everywhere, sitting on furniture, standing in small groups, and even sitting on the floor around the low coffee table. Everyone had a drink and Billy was tempted to drown his panic in a G&T, but he knew he couldn’t with his meds. When the hostess greeted him with a slightly drunken kiss on either of his cheeks and offered to take his coat, he gave it over mechanically, his brain still reeling from the sensory overload.

You took his hand and whispered, “You okay, love? You look spooked.”

“So far so good,” he said unconvincingly, but he squeezed your hand and gave you a tight smile. He was going to try his best for you. You were the miracle of his life and he wasn’t about to lose you over his own feeble insecurities screaming their little heads off.

They screamed even louder when they saw all the men in the room greet you warmly. Most of them had other females standing by who were introduced as girlfriends and partners or wives and that was all fine as far as Billy was concerned, but the few who weren’t attached to anyone? Billy felt his hackles rise protectively as they snaked their hands around your waist in hugs of greeting.

The powerful jealously that reared its ugly head inside of him hit him sideways with its strength. He wanted to rip their arms away from you, smash their smiling faces with his fist, then run from the place with you hauled over his shoulder caveman-style. He knew he couldn’t, that he mustn’t. It wasn’t right. They were old friends and you were allowed to have old friends. And when you looked back at him with that beautiful smile and squeezed his hand and introduced him as your boyfriend even though you were only on your second month of dating, it caused sunshine to bloom in his heart and he smiled back at you and shook their hands and was so damned proud to be yours.

As the evening wore on, Billy was never far from you, but soon relaxed enough to seat himself across the room from you as you talked with your friends, occasionally turning to him to include him in the conversation. Your female friends seemed to like him, like his shy nature. Your male friends discussed the latest footy match with him and Billy found himself contributing to the conversation almost effortlessly. He couldn’t wait to tell Dr. Hammond, his psychiatrist, all about this little social adventure. Billy was sure he would be pleased.

It wasn’t until Billy had gone to refresh your drink that Toby walked up to you while you stood in the empty corridor that ran the length of the home and provided access between the main rooms on the ground floor of the house. You had just pointed him the way toward the kitchen at the rear of the building and turned to go back to the sitting room at the front of the house when Toby’s voice came from behind you.

“Thought he’d never leave,” he said.

You sighed and turned slowly back to him. “And there it is: that low voice you have that you always thought was seductive enough to charm birds from trees. I was wondering when you were going to make your move,” you said.

Toby was an old flame. One you had doused with enough water to flood whole valleys in the Yorkshire Dales years back. Still, Toby tried. It was pathetic really.

“And what makes you think it never has?” he said. He had had too much alcohol. It was obvious.

“You’re drunk, Tobes,” you said, giving his chest a gentle shove, “Please just leave me alone, okay? Billy-“

“Billy is a ponce and a welcome mat,” he said. “Wherever did you find him anyway? At the pound? Those big brown puppy dog eyes of his worm his way into your little heart?” Here he put a finger on your chest and pressed the flesh softly.

“He’s a good man,” you said. “Better than you ever learned to be.”

“Still angry about that? It was ages ago! And I’ve mended my ways: I only date one woman at a time now. No more cheating.” Here he crossed his heart. “Promise.”

“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” you retorted and turned your head, looking over his shoulder at where Billy had disappeared. You shouldn’t have asked him for a mixed drink. He was too insecure to bring you anything but perfection in a glass and he was taking ages. A thought occurred to you just as Toby’s head was angling down toward yours: “Besides, I thought you and Belinda were an item. Whatever happened to her?”

“Oh you’ll love the irony in this,” he said laughing, “She cheated on me.” You couldn’t help but gasp and laugh. He nodded. “Yep. With her yoga-slash-pilates instructor, no less.” You laughed again, even harder. He went on: “Apparently strength, stamina, and flexibility were what she was really looking for.”

You put a shameful hand over your mouth as you continued to laugh at what must have been a rude awakening for this lothario. “Well,” you managed, recovering a little, “I’d say ‘poor you’, but you sort of deserve it, you bastard.”

He responded by wrapping you up in a hug. “You mean you don’t feel the least bit sorry for me?”

“I don’t,” said Billy.

The hug broke apart and the two of you stood there staring at Billy who was staring daggers at Toby.

“I don’t feel sorry for you at all,” said Billy again. He passed you your drink without even looking at you. “And I’ll tell you another thing, mate,” the word dripped with anger, “You had better stay away from my girlfriend or I swear to Christ on high-“

“Billy!” you interjected.

“- I’ll… I’ll…”

Toby regained some of his smugness. “Or you’ll what? Scold me to death?” He laughed.

Billy shoved him hard against the corridor wall. It shook the picture frames.

“Just-“ Billy’s nervous tic of rubbing his nose with his wrist came back viciously in that moment. He was so agitated that it frightened you. “J-just keep away.”

You grabbed Billy by the arm and turned him toward you. “Cardinal,” you said. There must have been a look in your eyes, because Billy just nodded and looked instantly ashamed. He glanced back at Toby who had pulled himself away from the wall and was straightening his blazer jacket.

“Fine man you have there, pet,” he said to you. “Don’t suppose he’s had his distemper shots?”

Billy didn’t think, he just swung. His left fist connected with the side of Toby’s head and Toby stumbled back and fell into an unoccupied overstuffed chair in the hallway. “Fuck off, you cunt,” Billy growled.

Others had caught sight of this and were now populating the open doorways that led to the corridor you three were standing in. You looked around apologetically while tugging at Billy’s sleeve. Your eyes came across your hostess. “Gillian, I’m so sorry. I expect we’re just a bit knackered. We’ll call it a night, okay?”

All your friends smiled understandingly at you and wished you both a good night, turning back to their previous conversations. Billy put his coat and hat on silently near the front door when Gillian whispered a quiet word to you: “Hang on to that one, love. No man in this building has had the guts to smack the shit out of Toby the way he deserves. Good on him for doing what they couldn’t.” She winked at you and walked back to her guests.

You were quietly proud of Billy all over again as you made your way home. Gill’s home and yours were only about a mile apart and it seemed silly to hop a bus when the winter night in London was mild and you were with Billy, defender of your honor.

Billy, on the other hand, was eating himself up with guilt over his behavior. Dr. Hammond would definitely not think that this was a successful social interaction. Billy’s hand went to his nose again and he idly added up when it would be safe to take his meds again; he felt as if the chemicals that kept his brain untangled were wearing off.

He kept up a walking pace with you and tried to meet your eyes, but he was fearful of reaching out to take your hand and didn’t want to say anything to you lest you turn on him in anger and leave him on the spot, alone and lonely again in the middle of London. In the dark. In the cold. On his own. Again.

So he hugged himself and waited for you to say that he was never to see you again. But as the streets passed and you didn’t say anything, he wondered when it was going to happen. Or should he just throw himself in front of a night bus?

Or should he argue his side? After all, the man had his hands all over you! What was he expected to do when you introduced him as your boyfriend to everyone there? Was he just supposed to watch you laughing and joking with him and having him hug you and snuggle up to you when he’s supposed to be your one and only? Or is that what you wanted? Did you want Toby and not him? Was he the man you were waiting for? Did you bring him to the party to show off in front of Toby just to make him jealous? What did you want? What did he need to do? How could he fix this so you liked him again?

You turned away and toward the door of your building. You were home already. The mile walk had disappeared.

Billy shuffled his feet and didn’t meet your eyes as you held the door open. “Coming in?”

Billy shook his head and viciously wiped his nose against his wrist.

“Billy?” you said, your voice was so soft he looked up. His eyes were brimming with unfallen tears. “I’m not angry, you know,” you said.

He blinked at this and two fat tears streamed down his cheeks and into his beard. He didn’t bother to wipe them. “You’re not?” he managed.

You let the door close behind you as you made your way to him. “No, my love,” you said. You raised a hand to his face and wiped a tear away with your thumb. “If anything, I’m glad. It’s about time someone took a poke at Toby for all his machismo. I’m glad it was you.” You smiled at him.

Disbelief painted his face. “You are?”

You had to laugh. “Of course! He was a bastard to me when we dated years ago at uni. Cheated with this one and that. Always put me in second - and sometimes third - place. He deserved what he got.”

“And all your friends?”

“Gillian whispered to me just before we left that she was happy you did it,” you said. “I’m pretty sure that at least three other women at that party and two of the guys were happy too. You acted perfectly - if only slightly criminally.”

“So…,” started Billy, only beginning to wrap his head around the whole situation, “You’re happy? With me? With what I did?”

“Yes,” you said, “and as a matter of fact, I’d like to give you a small reward for defending my honor, my “Knight” in shining armor.”

Billy smiled at this. “Like what?”

“Come with me, good sir knight.”

You led him up the two flights of stairs to the flat you shared with two other girls. They were flight attendants and were hardly ever home. But they paid their rent on time and you all got along when they were home, so the situation was ideal for you all. This was the week that they weren’t around - one scoring the famous NY-LON flight and the other was off on a three week placement out of Sydney, Australia. You had the whole place to yourself for the next week.

Your room was at the back with two windows and a queen sized bed that almost didn’t make it in the lift when you first moved in. Of course, you paid more in rent for the biggest of the three bedrooms, but it was totally worth it.

You led Billy in and turned on the light at one of the two bedside tables. It cast a soft glow on you both as you took Billy’s coat from him followed by his jumper and shirt beneath.

You were on him with a passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. Billy’s head reeled with the sensation of you dipping your tongue in his mouth. He didn’t know where to put his hands, so let them rest on your hips gingerly as if you were made of spun glass. His cock shifted in his pants and he felt himself blush.

You broke the kiss with a wet smack and, a bit breathless, whispered, “If you want me to stop any of this at any point, we use the same word, okay? Do you remember it?”

“‘Cardinal’,” he said.

“Good boy,” you said, arching a salacious eyebrow at him. He smiled back at you, amazed that you were in his arms and that he was in your bedroom. His cock couldn’t believe his luck either and made another twitching lurch.

Your right hand glided down to his left hand and held it up, inspecting the knuckles. They were a bit red, but the skin wasn’t broken. “Does it hurt?” you asked. He shook his head wordlessly, eyes big as you kissed the ridge of each of his fingers and then the knuckles themselves. You looked up at him: “My hero.”

Hero? He was your hero? Really? Billy’s heart swelled in his chest and he knew he was smiling stupidly at you, but he couldn’t help it. You were kissing him again then and his hands fell respectfully back to your hips. Your hands, however, were ranging all over his exposed skin: shoulders, arms, the back of his neck and along his hairline, smoothing into his chest hair, until finally trailing fingertips downward to his belt. Alarm ran through Billy as he felt his cock twitch again and grow hard.

The chinking of the metal belt clasp joined the sound of you kissing him and you moaned with want. He leaned his pelvis away from you, his breath stuttering and his hands stopping your movements.

“What’s the word, Billy? Do you want to say the word? The one that stops everything?” you asked.

He stared into your face for a moment, frozen. Did he want this to stop? Was he brave enough to continue? He needed more information. “What are you… planning?” he asked. “What do you want me to do… to you?”

You smiled softly. “I’m planning on pleasuring you. I’m planning that you’re going to come. That you’re going to have a brilliant orgasm and sleep soundlessly in my bed until morning. And I’m planning to make you breakfast in bed.

“And,” you continued, “I’m wanting you to do anything you want to me. Just ask first, okay?”

Billy nodded.

“So are we stopping? Are you using your word?” you asked.

Billy shook his head.

“Then let’s start again, only slower. Does that sound all right?” Billy nodded. “What do you want me to do to you?”

You watched him as he swallowed hard and his ears got pink. Jesus God, he was adorable. You were used to men just manhandling their way into your bed, seeking out their own pleasure with your body, never worrying that you might not be totally enjoying yourself. This was new territory for both of you, it seemed.

“Can we just kiss for a bit?” he said. He seemed almost painfully ashamed to ask.

You smiled. How could you not? He was the gentlest man you had ever been with. Your hand went to his face and you kissed him softly, almost reverently, quietly thanking a God you almost didn’t believe in for sending you this amazing man. As the kiss broke, your faces were inches apart and you took the time to really look at each other.

He was fascinated by your face. Your eyes especially. The shape of your nose. The curve of your ear. Even your eyebrows were perfect and he smoothed one with the tip of his first finger, tracing it down and over to your ear and watching with breathless amazement as you pressed your face into the palm of his hand and closed your eyes. “Love me, Billy,” you whispered.

“Yes,” he whispered back and kissed you on his own this time, one hand to your face, the other wrapping around to the small of your back, both of you moaning into the sensation.

You tried to move closer to him, but he kept his pelvis away from you. Your hands found his ass and pulled him gently toward you, encouraging him to not be ashamed or embarrassed. When his hard cock came into contact with you, he whined and broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

“Was that not all right?” you asked, fearful that you had spooked him.

“That- that was- um,” his hand went to his nose again. You took it away from his face gently with both of your hands and kissed his wrist. Then you took his face in one of your hands and kissed his nose.

“I’m sorry if I went too far,” you said. “But Billy, I know you must be hard. I can see that you are.” You both looked down at his trousers where a very obvious tenting was taking place. You met his eyes again. “I’m not scared if you’re not scared.”

If Billy was honest, he wasn’t scared so much as he was terrified. He wanted to do well with you. He wanted to please you so badly his skin itched with it.

“Why don’t we get your first orgasm out of the way and… that might help?” you suggested. “You know, help with your nerves? What do you think?”

“Oh… okay,” he said, a bit confused.

You stripped off your top and bra and dropped to your knees on the soft shag area rug and made quick work of his button and flies. Billy hardly had any time to react when you placed your mouth along his clothed length and exhaled warm air against his member. The wanton groan that exited his mouth was everything you ever wanted to hear. “You just use your word if you need to, my sweet boy. And remember: I want to give you this. You deserve a blowjob for all you’ve done tonight.”

Your fingertips caressed his length as you spoke to him. He gasped when you lowered his pants and his cock sprang free. He was gorgeous. A light brown thatch of hair from his belly button to his shaft called for your fingertips to card through it. You kissed and sucked at the line between abdomen and thigh, teasing sighs and gasps from him. Praise fell from your lips as you scattered kisses along his lower belly and upper thighs: “Such a good man to me, Billy. So kind and gentle. Always so good. You want me to suck you off, don’t you, darling? You’ve wanted me for a long time now. Whole weeks! And now you have me. And this is all for you. For being my brave knight in shining armor.”

You lifted his cock out of the way with one hand and dipped your head to take his balls in your mouth, one and then the other, sucking softly as you did. You placed the surface of your lips against his scrotum and hummmmmmmed against his skin in the lowest tone you could manage. Billy groaned and threw his head back. His cock leaked with precum instantly, the tip swollen practically cherry red. You pulled his foreskin back even more and held your tongue out to catch the drip, locking eyes with Billy as you did so.

Helpless. That was the only word for the expression on Billy’s face in that moment as the precum hit your tongue and you licked up against it, trying to catch it all. Salty musk met your senses and you grunted. “Want to take you in my mouth, Billy. May I? Can I do that to you?” Billy nodded. “No no, love. Use words. Tell me you want this.”

“I want… you to… please. Please. I can’t say… exactly. I can’t. But please. Yes. Please.”

“Good boy,” you said, “That’s my good boy. Here we go. You let me know when you’re close, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

Slowly, you took him in your mouth, the hot heaviness of his erection against your tongue, the scent of him deep and thick. You had to use one hand against him because he was just too thick and long for you to deep throat until you found your stride. You hadn’t done this for a while, but it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. Some things remained the same like the sensitive frenulum under the head of his cock. You pulled off of him just long enough to press your lips there and hummmmmmm again, low and long and Billy’s head reeled at the sensation.

He watched as your mouth swallowed his length again and he could hardly believe he was standing there with his pants around his ankles and your mouth on his cock. Beautiful you, with your smile and laughing eyes. Lovely you, who was always tender toward him. Loyal you, who wasn’t angry with him for hitting your old friend - who wasn’t quite a friend after all.

Unbelievably, you were sucking his cock and enjoying it.

He placed a hand in your hair, not pushing precisely, but just holding you there and you raised your free hand to it, rubbing small encouraging circles into the back of his hand.

You pulled off him with a wet pop and stroked him. “Happy, baby?” you asked.

“God yes,” he replied, that same look of amazement on his face.

“You want more?” you asked, knowing full well what his answer was going to be. You just needed to hear him say it.

“Yes, p-please. More, love,” he said, desperation dripping from him.

You went back to work, your tongue circling his tip before swallowing him down once more with a moan. He tasted so good. Thick and long and right against your tongue, you could suck his cock into oblivion. His hand pressed against your head a bit more urgently, so you followed his lead, increasing your pace and taking just that bit much more into your mouth as you could.

Saliva coated your hand and dripped from your mouth onto your chest, but you didn't care. It was worth it all to hear Billy moaning above you. His breath stuttering in his chest was all you ever needed. He was surprisingly vocal too, his muttered words of praise finding your grateful ears.

“Fucking suck me so good, love. You are so goddamned beautiful. Don’t deserve you. So fucking good to me. Your mouth… God your mouth… I just… Ah!”

Here he stopped talking and the hand that was on the back of your head found your jaw and pulled you gently off of him. “Can’t let you… Can’t. I- I’m sorry.”

“You can’t let me what, Billy?” you said, a little hurt that he wouldn’t let you get him off. “I was all right.” You stroked his cock to keep him hard as you spoke, but Billy even put a stop to that by pushing your hand away.

“No, no,” he shook his head violently. “Can’t come in your mouth. Need to come in you… Just - in you.”

“Oh.”

“Please?” his eyes held such longing. He gripped his hard cock at the base and you could see he was edging himself down away from his own orgasm. “Please let me?”

You knew better. You really did. But you were on birth control and you knew he was clear because you both traded that information ages ago. And, more importantly, you wanted him. You wanted him right then and there, naked and gripping his own erection begging you to let him fuck you.

Lord preserve us, you were really going to do this.

“Come here,” you said. “And take off the rest of your clothes.” You did the same, stripping yourself of all layers until you stood naked before him. You held out your arms and he filled them instantly.

The kiss you shared tasted of both of you plus the traces of the taste of his cock still present in your mouth. Your hands found his ass and squeezed, his hard cock pressing into you causing him to groan.

“Sweet girl,” he whispered. “Want you so bad.”

“Come to bed then,” you said. You were so damn wet in that moment, it wasn’t funny. Just looking at the way he looked at you, all amazement and reverence, it was too much to take in. His eyes held the universe and all you could see in them was your own reflection. It left you breathless.

He came into your bed after you crawled in beneath the duvet first. His warm body buffeted yours and his kiss heated you up from within, the curl of desire dwelling low in your belly and building slowly with every lick of his tongue. You rolled together, him on top of you, your legs wrapping around his hips, his thick hardness between your legs, tip tickling your ass right near your entrance.

Billy shuddered with the sensation of being so close yet so far away. “C-can I? Please, sweet girl? Please, pretty? May I?” He reached down and positioned himself at your entrance.

“Oh,” you moaned. “Clit first please. Right here.” You guided his hand so that his cock was lying between your folds.

He rutted against you with a snap of his hips and you both cried out. Billy’s forehead was buried in the crook of your neck as he satisfied his need for contact along your wet valley, the veiny ridges of his shaft dancing along your clit and building you to your climax.

His head lifted as you came, cries pouring from your mouth, cries that he put there, emotions that he caused, all of that for him. He could barely believe it. He almost came from watching you.

Gently he brushed the hair from your forehead. “Are you all right?” he asked softly. He stilled when you did, but you could still tell that he was achingly hard. He would need his release soon. Fortunately, you still wanted more.

You kissed him fiercely, sucking on his lower lip before releasing him. “On your back, boy,” you commanded in a low growl. His brown eyes went wide and he obeyed immediately, taking you with him.

You sat up and dangled your breasts over his mouth. “Suck on them, you beautiful man. Sweet boy.” He took you in his mouth and suckled gently, eyes closed, lost in the moment. You braced one hand on the headboard, your other hand carded through his hair and caressed his face. He looked so content.

Billy still couldn’t believe what was happening. The whole situation seemed like a fever dream. The day he met you, he had gone home on cloud nine. That night he had dreamed of holding your hand and maybe even kissing you, but this? This was more than he ever dared hope. His hands smoothed up and down and up again over your back as he sucked on your nipple, eventually one wrapping around the opposite breast and the other snaking between your legs to rub your clit once more. He wasn’t entirely certain of the exact anatomy, but he knew when he found it based on your gasp. There he circled his fingertips and knuckles against the nubbin and watched you through the slits of his eyes as you craned your neck back and then forward again, your hips undulated against him again. You were pornography come to life. And he was doing this to you. Just him, no one else.

It was a miracle. You were a miracle.

He switched to the other breast now, nuzzling underneath it, experimenting with nipping, licking, and sucking at the tender skin, listening to your delighted giggle, eventually swallowing your nipple once more, flicking it with his tongue and eliciting the most delicious moans from you as a result. His hands had traded places too and the wonderful friction he was providing for you was intoxicating. He was running on pure instinct and you were too, your hips lost to a primal rhythm against his hand. You could feel things starting to build again and you urged Billy to keep on doing exactly what he was doing.

“Gonna come again, Billy,” you panted. “Just…Fuck! Keep going, baby. Almost….God! Shit!” You cried out again, your climax washing over you as you rode his hand. Come dripped from you and over his hand; you knew you were a mess down there, but you didn’t care. As you sat up against his cock, he hissed with the contact and subconsciously raised his hand to his mouth. There he tasted you for the first time and his dark eyes blew wide.

Billy sucked on his knuckle and closed his eyes, relishing your flavor. When he finally slowly opened his eyes, you pulled his fist away and kissed him, sealing the taste of yourself - above and below - in his mind forever.

Slowly, achingly, you lowered yourself against his cock, never breaking your kiss. His hand went down to guide himself along and inside you. You were so slick and wet, his cock tip slipped inside you with a smooth squeezing thump that was felt rather than heard. It felt so good you wanted to cry.

Relaxing against the pressure, you allowed your body to accommodate his girth slowly, a sweet burn giving way to a sense of fullness that left you wanting more, to run deeper inside of you. As you slowly fell against every inch of him, he watched in fascination as he disappeared inside of you, resisting the overwhelming urge to pump his hips up into you, bracing against the moment when you would allow it by planting his feet on the mattress, knees bent.

When you bottomed out, you both stilled, your breath filling the room. You felt so right, smiling down at Billy, his adoring eyes on you, his hands on your breasts, slowly kneading the tissue, warm and comforting and…right. This is how it should be and you could stand a lifetime more of this.

“Welcome home, love,” you cooed. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“You’re a miracle,” he said. “My miracle.”

Your heart melted. Tears welled up in your eyes and your hands found his. As you bent to kiss him, he slipped partly out of you and you rocked back against him, trailing your mouth against his, capturing his lip or his tongue here and there as you ground against him, feeling the pressure of him inside of you. Changing the angle, you sat up again and rolled your hips, your whole body undulating, slipping against his length and just hitting that sweet spongy spot inside you that made you gasp and crave more and more and more…

Billy watched you move, his hands slipping to your hips, his legs lifting against you, pressing up into you in the rhythm you set. It was sweet, slow, and sensual, the way love making was supposed to be in movies and books. You were truly unbelievable and he was really here, really seeing, hearing, and touching you. He was the cause of all the sweat on your body, that fine sheen that caused your skin to glow in the low lamplight. He was the cause of your low moans, your two previous orgasms - not to mention the third one that was building in you now. Riding his cock, fulfilling his dreams.

His own climax was building now, not that it hadn’t been over and over again. The image of you on your knees in front of him was seared into his eyelids forever. The sensation of your hot mouth on the tip of his cock was a memory to savor for a lifetime. You coming all over his hands and the heady salty taste of you would linger on his tongue until the day he died. But this? The wanton image of you riding his cock, head knocked back, hands gripping his knees behind you, abandoned to the sensation coursing through you… this was magic. This he would want to re-create over and over again, trying to replicate it, improve on it, and ultimately replace this memory with others, multiplying and multiplying over and over until the end of time.

He imagined busting his nut inside you, spraying your walls down with his spunk, fucking you like he was trying to breed you - and that’s when he felt his balls tighten. Chasing the sensation, he confessed: “Want to cover you in my come. Want to fuck you into oblivion. Want to mate with you and fill you with my babies. Shit!”

Your eyes flew wide at this. “You want to fuck me like a stud stallion, my brilliant boy? Like I’m a brood mare? Take me from behind? You want to rail into me, huh?”

An absolutely feral look came across Billy’s face at this. “You’d let me?”

“I’d beg you to,” you smiled, slipping off of him and turning around. He was on his knees behind you in seconds, pushing himself back into you, one hand on your hip, the other on your shoulder.

He leaned in close when you moaned and arched against him. He whispered, “I’m going to fuck you right through this mattress, beautiful girl.”

You turned toward him and nipped at his lips, one hand passing behind his head into his hair. “Yes please, sir knight. Please take me and breed me and spend yourself inside me.” He turned his head so his ear was at your mouth. “Need it, Billy. Need you,” you whined. “Make me yours.”

Billy didn’t need more encouragement than that. He settled back and started slowly, carefully, but soon gave in to his baser desires urged on by your lascivious whining, keening, and moaning. He fucked you hard, slamming against your cervix and, after a small positioning change of angle, that delicious sweet spot inside you. When he saw you reach for your clit, he brushed your hand aside. If you were going to come again, it was going be because of him. Only him.

You were his. His to fuck and to breed and he was lost to the thought of it all. His balls tightened again, all the edging he had been doing had been driving him mad, but now he got to just ride you into it. Slamming into you over and over and over had you oversensitive in moments. His small tight circles over your clit had you seeing stars. But his words left you helpless.

“Mine? You’re really all mine? Mine to fuck? And kiss? And love? You want this? All of this? Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want me.”

“Want you, Billy. All of you. Fuck me, love. Fuck me straight through this mattress. Need you, Billy. My hero. My knight. Please.”

His free hand was on your throat, pulling you upward ever so slightly, your back arching. his hips snapping up inside you. His breath was in your ear, stuttering and whining as he came hard inside you. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Over and over he told you what you were to him, each word stamped into you with the thrust of his hips. Your orgasm followed shortly afterward, burning from the insides where his cock was smacking your sweet center and you felt yourself come all over it, thickly flowing inside you and dribbling down your thighs.

You cried out and sobbed, coming down hard into the soft duvet, feeling his hands smooth down your sides and over your back as he sat up and drew himself out of you. You could hear him panting as he pulled you up at your waist and flipped you back to the head of the bed, resting your head on one of the pillows. He lay beside and behind you, spooning you from behind, his arms under your head, the other around your waist, hand on your belly.

He was terrified again. Scared about what he had said to you in the passion of the moment. He wondered if you wanted him to leave. He waited.

You leaned back into him, smiling. “That was amazing, Billy.” Turning your head, you reached back for him and he brought his face to yours. You kissed him lightly. “You are amazing.” You took his lips and felt his tongue tentative against yours as he lost himself in the kiss. Your hand found the back of his head, encouraging him deeper, moaning when he took the hint. “Make love to me again in the morning?” you asked.

Billy was breathless again. “Y-you don’t want me to go?” he asked.

Huffing a laugh, you had to ask: “Now why would I want to kick you out of this bed?”

“Dunno… I just thought… that now that we finished…”

You turned your whole body to face him. “Pay attention to what I’m about to tell you and realize that it is the unvarnished truth, okay?” Billy nodded, eyes wide. “Billy Knight, I adore you. And that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my life. I am not kicking you out. In fact, the only reason I would ever kick you out of bed would be to fuck you on the floor. Understand me?”

Billy’s smile grew slowly but soon bloomed into a full ear-to-ear grin. He giggled. “You really are mine? Even only after two month’s worth of dates?”

“Hey,” you retorted, “I know a good thing when I see it.” Lightly you kissed him on the nose. “Now get some sleep, pretty boy. I have breakfast to cook for you in the morning.”