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HI EVERYONE

A/N: So I finally got a break from my classes and I managed to finish Part 2 of "The Fewer The Desires, The More Peace." YAY!

CW: Smut (crazy, ik) 18+, LANGUAGE, improper use of a hot tub, Oral (M&GN receiving), angst ending. GN reader

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The sun dipped just below the horizon line, sinking out of view as it painted the sky with vivid orange hues swirled with luscious pink tones.

The warm rays kissed your skin as you walked out onto the balcony of your hotel room, fingers clutching the cotton towel around your torso. The Boys were currently on an endorsed mission, allowing for more comfortable sleeping arrangements this time around, versus the normally decrepit motels.

Motels.

Your mind wandered back to your pleasurable encounter with Butcher those weeks ago.

The dynamic between you both has shifted since then. You could call it friends with benefits, seeing as there was no better name for it. Butcher would seek you out late at night when the rest of the team was asleep, before he took out his frustration on you thoroughly in the only way he could see how. Y'know, without blood and guts.

But lately there have been some nights....not often, but some....where Butcher was gentler. Kissing along your skin accompanied by hushed words dripping with the sweetest honey. Gentle thrusts or the curling of fingers that just KNOW how to make you mewl his name in the most sinful way.

You shook off those thoughts as you glanced at the expansive hot tub on your balcony, remembering your original purpose for coming out here.

The towel dropped from your frame as you hurriedly slipped into the secluded porcelain, sighing at the sensation of the temperamental water against your skin, easing your tense and aching muscles after a long day.

Time blurs together, not knowing if it was minutes or hours you sat there before a knock sounded at your door.

You froze before registering the sound. It was heavy and rhythmic.

Butcher.

You quickly surveyed your options. 'I could get out and grab my towel, at least appear a little decent. Or I could bolt and pull on clothes, but I don't want to leave him waiting.'

'But....if he's here right now, I'll end up without clothes anyway by the end of the night.' You mentally huffed.

"Come in!" You finally decided as you bellowed, remaining in the hot tub.

The sound of the door clicking reached your ears, imposing footsteps making the hardwood floor creak before the sliding glass panel swished open.

Butcher stalked out onto the balcony, eyes wandering before they landed on you, expression changing into an amused grin. "Ello' ello. Seems I been missin' out all on the fun tonight." He purred at you, standing in his signature trench coat and *horrible* Hawaiian shirt with dark pants. (Jk, we love the fit.)

You snorted, arms resting across your body subconsciously with a predatory smile back. "Such an old pervert." You mused.

Butcher mock-gasped at your jab, placing a hand over his heart in feigned offense. "You wound me, love. I thought you adored me silver fox charm." He pouted for a moment before he smirked.

"Besides, older lads have more.....experience, i tell ya. We know our way around someone's body. How to be a damn gentleman."

"You are far from a gentleman." You shot back.

"And you like it, don't ya?" Butcher snickered with his signature head wiggle.

Your cheeks heated and your hand rose, flipping him off as he cackled, purely amused by your fiery reply.

"Room for two in there, aye?" Butcher's voice inquired, breaking the silence that had fallen as he was already undressing. You sighed and waved your hand to the bubbling water. "Go ahead, I suppose."

His clothes pooled at his feet, along with your towel before he prowled towards you, climbing over the side and slipping under the water with a groan.

"Bloody hell, that's it." His eyes closed as he settled. Butcher's dark eyes fluttered open, lingering on you. "Ya know, you ain't gotta cover up for me sake. 'Seen it all before."

You rolled your eyes but let your hands fall from your body, resting in the water. "So insistent."

An amused smirk tugged at the corners of Billy's mouth as he watched your hands drop, his eyes drinking you in like a parched man. He followed you, lazily propelling himself towards you with smooth, powerful strokes, his eyes never leaving your figure.

When he reached your side, he stopped and leaned back against the side of the hot tub, his muscular arms resting along the edge. "Just saying, love. No point in hidin' what's already been memorized."

You rolled your eyes with a snicker as you moved your hands through the water while Butcher relaxed against the wall, his own form on display.

'He looked like such a dad in that pose. I wonder what he'd look like with a kid on his knee-'

*No.*

You cut off that train of thought IMMEDIATELY, knowing you'd never experience that fantasy coming true.

Butcher could practically see your thoughts running through your head, picking up on the subtle cues you exuded. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You got a faraway look, love. Whatcha thinking 'bout over there, hmm?"

Your chest filled with embarrassment and waved his words off. "O-oh, it's nothing. My mind is just wandering a little bit. It's really nothing to worry about."

He didn't buy it though, eyes narrowing slightly as he pushed off the edge of the tub, moving closer to you in the water, an arm resting behind you. "Now, now, love. Don’t lie to me. I may be many things, but gullible ain't fucking one of em. That pretty little head thinkin' bout somethin, ain't it? Spill."

The sounds of the city below you both filled the silence before you moved, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, fingers brushing in the base of dark hair at the nape of his neck. "Nothing, I promise. Just...trivial stuff. Dinner, the weather, stuff like that." You replied, hoping to get him to believe you.

Butcher's hands instinctively moved to rest on your waist, steadying you on instinct, palms gripping your soft flesh.

"Yeah, that's bollocks, and we both know it." He grumbled, his eyes meeting yours, trying to discover the truth. "You're not the type to think so hard about something like dinner." He mumbled as you giggled softly.

"I promise, it's nothing." You assured him in a low tone before leaning in, pressing your lips to his, taking in his smokey, whiskey-laced taste.

Kissing you back with a mixture of familiarity and pent up desire, Butcher's hands lowered around your hips, pulling your body taut against his. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the water lapping gently around the two of you.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of your lips, seeking entry that you granted, grunting as he tilted your head back to deepen the kiss. His fingers dug into your hips, his actions demanding and full of subtle dominance. Butcher turned and pressed you against the wall of the hot tub, his kisses growing more wild and full of need. Your fingers ran in his hair, legs wrapping around his waist as his calloused hands held you up under your thighs.

"You little fucking brat," Butcher hissed against your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling your body flush against his. His hands slid down to grip your ass, anchoring you to him as he broke the kiss, his lips moving to trail along the side of your neck. He nibbled and suckled softly at the sensitive skin there, leaving behind faint pink marks you knew would be a deep purple by morning.

Billy let out a deep groan as you ground your hips against him, against his slowly hardening cock. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your muscle.

"Fuck, love. This ain't gonna end well if you keep fuckin' humpin' me like a dog, you damned tease." he growled in your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

You giggle despite the circumstances and kiss along his jaw, across the side of his neck. "What're you gonna do, hmm? Fuck me silly? You've already done that, Butcher, i think it might be getting a little old."

Butcher froze for a moment before he roughly grabbed your chin, dragging your gaze to him, his own eyes filled with a daunting and dangerous gleam you don't normally see.

"Ohhh. Y'wanna repeat that, love? M'not sure if me ears be the best anymore, cause there ain't no fuckin' way you're pullin' this cheeky bollocks on me, knowin' I could have ya' weepin' f'me." He cooed condescendingly as one of his hands traveled down to the space between your legs, fingers lightly tracing your inner thighs, not letting you have satisfaction yet.

You gripped his shoulders, bucking your hips to drive his touch closer to where you need him. "Billy, please." You stuttered.

Butcher clicked his tongue with a feral grin. "Ah, ah. Y'gonna be a good little plaything fo' big scary Butcher?"

Your eyes would flutter, covered in a shadow of desire, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you lowered your chin, batting your eyelashes at Butcher. "Please, Butcher. I need you so bad."

Butcher's chest rumbled with a deep snicker as he hoisted you onto the edge of the hot tub, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he sank further into the water.

"Fuckin' hell." Butcher cursed under his breath. "Didn't know you were on the pull, love." He whispered into your inner thigh, lips grazing the sensitive flesh as he kneaded them. Your fingers raked in his hair, tugging on the charcoal locks, attempting to yank him closer to where you desired him.

Billy chuckled and licked along the length of you, groaning as the taste of you danced on his tongue. "Oh, fuck." He hissed before he dove in, nipping and sucking wildly as you gasped, back arching against the railing of the hot tub, the contrast of the cold metal against your heated skin making your head spin. "God, Billy." You mewled, breathing quickening.

"God ain't here love, s'just me." He purred, winking at you between your thighs like a complete dork before intensifying his efforts.

Heat pooled in your belly, the coil tightening already. Not even your favorite vibe could get you this close, THIS fast.

You came with a shriek of his name, pulling on his hair hard enough to cause Butcher to groan loudly into you.

"God damn it all, ya fuckin' soaked me, didn't ya'?" Butcher grinned as he wiped his lower lip, his beard glistening with the evidence of your pleasure.

"How 'bout a change of scenery, aye?"

Butcher wrapped your legs around his waist, stepping out of the hot tub, water dripping from the both of you, the hardwood floors becoming slippery as he tossed you onto the bed roughly.

"Would you quit manhandling me?" You mock pouted.

"Ya like it too much fo' me to stop." Butcher purred as you slid down to your knees on the floor while he sat on the foot of the bed, his cock throbbing, the tip leaking with a cherry hue.

You traced your thumb down the front of his shaft, tracing a thick vein as he growled, becoming impatient.

"Betta' get to work before I stretch that pretty throat, love."

You chuckled and your thumb swiped the tip, collecting the bead of his pre-cum, bringing it to your mouth while keeping eye contact with him.

"Naughty, naughty." Billy hissed before grabbing your hair by the roots, roughly shoving you towards his cock as you gasped. "'nough teasin', now."

You composed yourself before kissing up from the base, feeling it twitch before you lightly sucked on the tip, your hand wrapping around his shaft to stroke the rest as you worked your way down his length.

Butcher sighed and his head fell back as you pleased him. "That's it." He breathed through his teeth.

But he needed more. He needed YOU.

You let Butcher lift you to your feet with his tight grip on your chin, never breaking eye contact as your body moves sensually.

"I think we've been playin' enough, yeah?" Billy questioned. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck as you slid into his lap, spreading your legs for him. He licked his fingers before they traced along your entrance, slipping in easily. "Ohhhh, look at that. Little thing's beggin' fo' me." He cooed as he stretched you out for his cock.

You'd stutter and buck your hips, trying to drive him deeper, needing every last part of him. "Butcher, please." You beg, pupils dilating as you drank in his frenzied gaze.

"Do ya want me cock, pretty thing? Do ya need me to satisfy ya like no dobber can?" He rasped in your ear.

As soon as you frantically nodded, Butcher was turning you over onto your hands and knees in the middle of the bed, a calloused and rough hand running distinctly gentle fingers down your spine as your back was deliciously arched for his hungry gaze. He slipped on a condom he found in the nightstand. (10/10 hotel)

"Oh look atcha. All laid out f'me. Don't worry, I'll ruin you nice and good." Butcher murmured in his silvery voice before he breaks off with a sharp intake of breath as he runs his tip along your entrance, teasing you.

Butcher groaned, swallowed by your warmth as he buried himself inside of you. "F-fuck you're so tight. So perfect f'me."

"Billy, please!" You keened into the sheets before Butcher slammed all the way inside of you, cutting off your plea with a gasp as you frantically grasped the headboard for purchase.

"That's it!" Butcher barked as he started at a rough pace, no longer wanting to hold back. "Fuckin' take it. This is what you wanted, aye?" His hand slips around to trace down your throat, feeling your fluttering pulse as he ravishes you.

"O-oh fuck! Fuck, Fuck me harder!" You'd whine as you bounced your hips back to meet his thrusts, and the sound of skin slapping reverberating through the room was downright *nasty.*

Butcher swallowed hard as he was losing himself in knee-buckling, mind numbing, skin tingling, gasping pleasure with you, frantically kissing down your spine, digging his fingers into your hips to move faster, wanting- no- NEEDING you to find your orgasm with him.

"Come on, pretty girl/boy. I know you can do betta' than that. I know how much you want me. Fuck, you could be wearing a garbage bag and I'd still want ya, love." Butcher babbled as the coil in your stomach got tighter from his rough voice.

"Butcher, fuck! Oh god, I need you. Want you, all the time." You crooned, melting into the sheets as you lost your grip on the headboard, Butcher's palm coming up to run through your hair as your face pressed into the sheets.

What made your vision go white with bliss however, was when Butcher leaned down, intertwining his fingers with yours intimately, causing this new angle to drill into your sweet spot, causing you to thrash, racing over that edge with a howl of his name. (that the team most likely heard 🫢)

Butcher's vision goes white as his cock swells inside of you, filling the condom as he bucks his hips to prolong your pleasure.

As you came down from your high, you turned over, lax and boneless into the mattress as Butcher pulled out, tying the condom and discarding it before turning his gaze back towards you.

He gave you a small smirk, seeming more calm as he prowled on top of you, kissing up your body.

"How ya' feelin', love?" Billy whispered against your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

You turned my head to look into his eyes. This wasn't Butcher. It was William. Billy. He wasn't just all sexy swagger that radiated sin and indulgence. This was the man that had nestled his way into your heart late at night. He looked almost...beautiful.

"I'm perfect." You answered with a gentle but sleepy smile.

You couldn't help but lean forward, kissing him oh so gently as your thumb traced his cheekbone.

Billy froze for a moment, caught off guard by the gentle kiss. Every fiber of his being was used to receiving only passionate kisses from you, filled with lust and desire. But this... this was different. It was gentle, soft, filled with affection he hadn't felt in a long time.

It terrified him.

He roughly pushed you away, shoving you backwards into the soft sheets of the bed as he looked down at you. His normal bastard vibrato snaps into place again. "Aye, what'cha tryin'a pull, love? Looking' fo' a round two? M'sorry darlin', but m'little tuckered out fo' that."

Butcher grabbed his clothes and roughly yanked them on, running his fingers along the collar of his trench coat, plastering on a devilish smirk. "Give ya a bell next time, love." He spun on his heel, putting on a show of slipping out of the room as your mouth opened to say......something. ANYTHING. Just for him to say this once..........

But he was already gone into the night......

Butcher stood in the chilly night air, his skull thumping quietly against the wall next to your room. His shaky fingers found THE necklace under his shirt, gripping it hard enough to leave an imprint in his palm.

His thoughts raced like a damn Daytona 500 track. Billy felt like a traitor, with every thump of his heart, driving him further and further into these feelings head-on. How could he move on from Becca so quickly? With his damn teammate of all things.

He'd just have to nip this in the bud, he concluded before he growled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he sauntered away from your room. And out of your private life.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed part 2! I'm already getting some ideas for part 3, so lmk if you wanna be in the tag list! My inbox is open for questions, requests, or just to say hi!

Love you all, eat or drink something, go for a walk, take a break, AND FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOUR BEAUTIFUL SELF GOD DAMN IT!

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