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It was another long day where Billy had to work late and you were bored out of your mind at his place, waiting for him to get home. Daytime TV was the worst, you had finished your book, you even tried to nap to pass the time. A sudden sugar craving hit you and you bounced to the kitchen to see what you could work with. A few minutes and bangs later, you were happily starting to bake some cupcakes for Billy and yourself with your headphones on. You grinned, thinking how happy he’d be to come home to warm baked goods. I mean, who wouldn’t?
Billy was exhausted by the time he was in the elevator up to the penthouse. These late nights at work were killing him because it meant less time with you. He couldn’t wait to get in and spend some quality time with you. When he got inside, his lips quirked up as his eyes settled on you. You were in the kitchen, headphones on as you danced around the kitchen. The smell of cakes hit him and it made his smile widen. He really loved it when you baked for him. He walked over, creeping up behind you before his large hands gripped your hips and tugged you back towards him.
You let a loud squeal of surprise and took your headphones off your head.
“Jesus Christ, Billy, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you chuckled, one hand on your chest trying to catch your breath. You turned back to your first batch of freshly baked cupcakes and put the second one in the oven to bake. He grinned impishly as he nuzzled your neck, hands sliding around to your stomach as he gave your neck a cheeky nip.
“Sorry, baby,” he murmured, not sounding sorry at all. You smiled as he teased your neck with nips and kisses.
“It’s alright, I just thought you had to work late today, wanted to make this a surprise,” you said with a slight pout.
He left a trail of open mouthed kisses to your ear as his fingers flexed against your stomach.
“Got off as soon as I could. I missed you,” he purred in your ear before tugging your earlobe between his teeth.
“Oh, did you now?” You giggled, feeling his breath and lips tickling your ear. You went to the fridge to get the icing and you felt like you were forgetting something but couldn’t figure out what exactly. You shrugged and got started on frosting and decorating the fluffy little cakes.
Billy watched you with dark eyes, something primal in him stirring at how easily you navigated his kitchen, making something for him. He moved back behind you, pressing his already hard cock against your ass as his hands hiked up your dress a little, smoothing up your thighs.
“Did you miss me?” He drawled against your neck before sucking on it to leave behind a mark. You bit your lower lip as arousal pooled inside you, feeling him already hard against you, sending shivers down your legs. You nuzzled his face on your neck and backed up against him a bit more.
“Maaaybe,” you teased, still not turning around or giving him too much attention. You started frosting the little cakes with white vanilla frosting.
“Only maybe?” He asked knowingly, one of his hands wandering between your legs. He stroked you softly through your panties as he kept leaving more marks on your neck. You faltered a bit on the last cupcake, Billy’s teasing becoming distracting. You clamped your mouth shut on a moan trying to escape and cleared your throat before humming in approval to his question. You switched to the light pink frosting and kept decorating your little masterpieces.
“Can I make a request for what kinda icin’ I’d like on my cupcake?” He murmured devilishly as his fingers slipped into your panties and started teasing your clit slowly.
You dropped the frosting and caught yourself on the counter, knees buckling under his sudden ministrations. A soft moan left your parted lips and you closed your eyes under the pleasure slowly building inside you.
“What do you have in mind?” You finally answered breathlessly. He chuckled as his hand left you, turning you around as his lips caught yours in a needy kiss. One of his hands darted out and snatched up the container of icing as his other hand gripped your jaw. He walked you backwards, setting the icing down when you reached the dining table and he lifted you, setting you on it.
You leaned forward to kiss him deeply, your hands sneaking under his jacket and sliding it off his shoulders. You gripped his tie and pulled him closer between your parted legs. He moaned into the kiss as his hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress up as he did. He moved to start placing kisses on your jaw and neck, his hands hooking into your panties as he tugged them off you. You grinned and scooted a bit, helping him get rid of your already wet panties. One of your hands was deep in his hair and you were tugging at his tie, undressing him leisurely. You pulled his head back grabbing at his hair and ran your teeth on his neck before teasingly biting down on it. A deep groan left his lips at the feeling and he moved back, eyes almost black as they devoured you. He grabbed the icing, swiping two fingers through it and holding them to your lips with a quirked brow and a mischievous smirk.
You batted your eyelashes at him, practically purring under his gaze. You held his wrist steadily with both hands and licked up his fingers suggestively. You cleaned the icing off his fingers with wet kisses and moaned at the taste. At last you opened widely and sucked his fingers clean looking up at him. He bit his lip with a groan, watching you with a heavy lidded gaze. When he pulled his fingers from your mouth, he crashed his lips to yours, tongue tangling with yours demandingly as he tasted the icing on you.
A large hand splayed on your chest when he moved away and he pushed you gently to lay back on the table. He pushed your dress up to your belly button and drank in the sight of you with greedy eyes. You bit your lower lip and almost blushed under his needy gaze. He grabbed the icing again, smearing some on the inside of your thighs before spreading a thick layer of it over your clit and pussy. You moaned feeling his fingers spreading icing all over you. You were already panting at the prospect of him licking and devouring you.
He leaned down, licking at the icing off your thighs and sucking at the skin, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. You gasped and felt your back leave the table as you arched into his mouth. Your hands reached down into his hair and pushed his face deeper between your legs. He moaned as he started to lick the icing from your pussy, long teasing licks from your entrance to your clit as he hummed against you at the taste.
“Billy,” you moaned, lost in the pleasure building higher and higher inside you, making him growl against you. You pulled the rest of your dress off your body and caressed your tingling skin gasping.
He lost himself in the taste, swirling his tongue around your clit as he easily slipped two fingers inside of you. He fucked you with them at a frantic pace as he felt his own arousal taking over him. Your hands whipped to his hair and you gripped it as you let out a loud whine of pleasure.
“Yes, baby…more,” you whined and moaned loudly, feeling on the edge of your climax. He moaned, sucking on your clit greedily as he curled his fingers inside of you to hit that sweet spot he knew would get your thighs trembling in seconds.
He hit that delectable sweet spot inside you, your legs shook and you whined, a bit embarrassed at the prospect of making a mess on the kitchen table of all places.
“Babe…I’ll make a mess,” you whined again, unable to decide between pleasure or rational thoughts, feeling the bomb inside of you going off at any moment. He chuckled against you before moving away a little, dark eyes boring into you.
“I don’t care, I’ll clean it later. Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded roughly as he fucked you even harder with his fingers and went back to lavishing your clit with attention from his mouth. Your head hit the table with a loud thud and you exploded. Waves after waves of intense unimaginable pleasure crashing inside you over and over. You moaned and screamed, feeling your very wet climax on your inner thighs.
He licked you clean with a dirty groan, not wanting to waste a drop. When he moved to stand back up he smirked darkly at the state of you. You were littered with the marks he’d left behind and you looked blissed out. It soothed something inside of him seeing you like this. He finished undressing himself since he hadn’t let you finish it before, grabbing your thighs and yanking you firmly so your ass was on the edge of the table. You whined at the prospect of more so soon, your legs still shaking from your orgasm. Your head was still hazy from the intensity of it. You let him yank you and move you on the table to his desires, one arm lazily reaching for the tub of icing.
He teased your soaked opening with the tip of his cock as he looked down at you.
“You want this, baby?” He asked in a low growl. You looked up at him, biting your lip. You hummed in agreement, nodding your head and hooked a leg around his butt to push him inside you. He resisted, grinning wickedly at your attempt.
“Use your words, Y/N,” he warned darkly, eyes burning with raw desire for you.
“Please…” you whined, eating icing off your fingers all innocent-like.
He couldn’t resist any longer and slammed into you with a filthy moan, his fingers biting into your hips as he set a furious pace. His need for you was outright feral at this point and he couldn’t hold back. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the apartment as he moaned. You screamed loudly, feeling his cock stretching and filling you up. His rough pace made your breasts bounce up and down. You took a handful of the icing and smeared it all over your breasts and stomach, so far gone into the intoxicating pleasure you didn’t care about the mess anymore. A growl rumbled deep in his throat as he leaned down and started licking at the icing on your skin, nipping at you as he fucked you mercilessly. He felt himself getting close, his whole body feeling like it was on fire as he moaned against your skin.
Your icing covered hands grabbed at his hair, his shoulders as he devoured you. You pulled on his hair slightly and ran your index finger on his lips before slipping it inside his mouth. You moaned feeling his warm, slick tongue around your finger, you added another without even thinking. He sucked on your fingers hungrily with a moan as he railed you hard, a hand slinking down and between your legs as he rubbed your clit as a pace to match his frenzied thrusts. You came hard instantly, taking you off guard and you moaned so loudly your throat hurt slightly. You grabbed at his arms while riding the pleasure, grinning and letting out small laughs of pleasure.
Feeling you tighten around him pushed him over the edge. A slew of curses and dirty moans left his lips as his release washed over him and he spilled himself inside of you. After a few more lazy thrusts, he pulled out and his dark eyes darted down to your pussy, leaking with his cum. He bit his lip and hummed, something overwhelmingly satisfying at the sight. He couldn’t help but drag his fingers through it and spread it around a little. You saw his dark gaze as he toyed with your entrance and you pushed down his cum, giving him a proper look at the creampie mess. You grinned shyly and looked at him.
A devilish smirk painted his lips as he glanced from your pussy to your face and he opened his mouth to speak. But then a shrill sound filled the apartment and his head whipped around to find smoke coming out of the oven, his eyes widening.
“Shit…” he hissed. You sat up too quickly, your head spinning and legs still unresponsive after the fuck you just had. You felt panic wash over you but Billy was already on it. He rushed over and grabbed the incinerated cupcakes from the oven before he went to open the window and turn off the fire alarm. With that done, he moved back over to you and kissed you sweetly on the lips.
You laughed as he kissed you and looked over his shoulder at the burnt cupcakes and down to your messy chest. You ran a finger up your chest catching some of the leftover icing and smeared it on his nose and cheek giggling. His jaw dropped for a minute before he snorted, grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder. He carried you to the bathroom before placing you on your feet again.
“Get clean, cupcake. I’ll clean up in the kitchen,” he ordered with a smirk and a firm smack to your ass. Now his high was wearing off, the mess was itching at his brain. You couldn’t stop grinning as you entered the shower. It definitely wasn’t what you had in mind when the sweet tooth hit you but it was a million times better.
A/N: This fanfiction was originally posted on my bestfriend, internet wifey, co-writer Tumblr's @the-Cult-of-Russo
Co-A/N: So my brain has been having a hard time being inspired lately and my bestie and twin @blanchedelioncourt helped me out with this one and helped kick start my inspiration again. She wrote readers parts for me and I wrote Billy’s. Thank you and ily, princess 😘🖤