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After you and Butcher had been seeing each other for a few months, he made you tell him about your ex.
In true Butcher fashion, this was when he had your legs up on his shoulders as he used his cock to piston in and out of your pussy.
“Billy, I… don’t… want.. to… discuss… that guy… while… we’re… fucking,” you stammered out. Choosing words carefully was difficult when he was balls deep in you.
And the smug asshole knew it.
He also knew by this time that you’d give up state secrets when he scrambled your brains. You’d already spilled quite a few things to him that no other lover had ever been privy to. Was it because the man plowed you like a field or he just knew how to ask a question? Probably both.
“Tell me what he did, Y/N. Or I’ll stop.” He pushed in and held himself there.
“Goddamn it! Butcher, please,” you whined.
He pulled back infinitesimally torturing you with the movement.
“Tell me ‘bout the fucker or…” he began to pull out a little faster.
You went to push against him to keep him inside, no dice. He held your legs in an iron grip.
“Okay, okay! His name is _______, and he stole my work. We both worked at Vought Labs. He was my research partner. I came up with a more stable version of Temp V. It was tested and everything. But when it came time to present our findings, he convinced the board it was all his. Seems he’d been kissing way more ass then I did and they totally believed him. It started an investigation and you know what that fucker did?!?”
With a boost of adrenaline, you wrestled Billy to get him under you so you could ride him hot and heavy.
“He had erased every trace of my contributions! Every! One! Fuck! That! Dickhead!” Your words were punctuated by harsh movements.
Butcher loved it. Your pussy held him like a vice. He leered at your tits rising and falling in your tempestuous rhythm and he felt the tremble of your anger when your pelvis slammed onto his. “That’s it. Good girl. Keep goin’. Tell me everythin’. Use yer words.”
“He got me fired! Saying all mistakes were mine! When I was the that cleaned up after him! Backstabbing son of a whore! He got hired after me, did I tell you that! I gave that heartless son of a bitch three years of my life! Not to mention the decade I had been working in that lab earning my fucking stripes! 10 years of clawing and scratching to only be made to look like a dumbass not fit to pour a glass of water! I lost my home, my 401k, my career, and the respect of my co-workers! No one would hire me! All because of his putrid lies and shady bullshit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You rambled incessantly as you bounced on his cock enjoying the sweet catch. Your nails dug into his pecs deeper and deeper using him to balance your frenzied motions.
Then Butcher began to pinch your nipples. You came in a gush, screaming gibberish while drenching his thighs. Your pussy squeezed the orgasm right out of him. He roared your name as he did.
You closed your eyes momentarily, feeling him twitch inside. You let out a contented noise.
“That good, ey?” He had that self satisfied smirk on his face.
Instead of smacking him, you leaned down and kissed him deeply. “Jackass.”
“Maybe. But ya came, didn’t ya? And ya feel better? Sometimes ya just need an angry fuck to get it all out. Any bloke will do, innit?” He grinned at you.
“Not just any bloke. Not anymore.” You kissed him again, smiling against his lips.
Afterwards, you got up off of him so he could remove the condom and throw it away.
He came back and you laid your head on his chest. You stiffened when you noticed the angry crescent divots. You traced over them gingerly. “Oh fuck. Did I hurt you?”
He caressed your cheek. “Badges of honor, love. I like when ya mark me, ya know that. I never want ya to feel like ya gotta hold back.”
You relaxed against him listening to his heartbeat.
“Billy?”
“Yeh?”
“Why did you want to know about my ex?”
He said nothing for a moment, just put an arm around you and played with your hair.
“Billy?”
“Ya sometimes say his name when yer asleep. When ya have a nightmare.”
“How do you know it was a nightmare?”
“Ya told him his bell curve was a straight line and to go roast his bullocks with a Bunsen burner on high heat.”
You looked at Butcher incredulously. “I said that?!?”
“Wif some venom. Ya should be proud. It was a bloody brilliant insult, love.”
You propped yourself up on your elbow. “When did this happen?”
“Since I started stayin’ over regular. Most times, it’s just spittin’ out his name. Ya don’t remember?”
“No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Love, ya ain’t responsible for what yer brain cooks up. But ya also do have unfinished business with the cunt.”
That made you stand up and pace. “No. I don’t. I washed my hands of him. His incompetent ass will get fired soon, I’m sure of it.”
Butcher sat up, moved to the side of the bed where you were pacing and put you in-between his muscular thighs. “Y/N, c’mon. Ya know that shite won’t happen. He’s a fuckin’ leech. Those white hairs won’t ever admit they owe their continued success to a bird like ya. If ya ask me, I think karma needs a kick up the arse.”
“Butcher. Just leave it alone. Please.” You placed your arms around his neck. “Swear you’ll leave him alone.”
His hazel eyes narrowed. “Fine. I won’t investigate the wanker. Happy?” He let you go.
“Ecstatic,” you said in a snarky but teasing tone. “Breakfast?” You were already looking for clothes in your dresser.
Butcher came up behind you, dropping kisses along your bare skin. “Shower first?”
You playfully groaned as he lifted you up to carry you into the bathroom.
It was per usual a mix of getting clean, teasing and being very athletic. Not necessarily in that order.
You set down two plates of a full English. He had made it for you once and now you were addicted.
“Almost as good as Mum used ta make,” he said after taking a bite and then sipping his breakfast tea. The real shit, not the Americanized version. He had a box of it at your place. He wouldn’t let you near it, saying Americans ruined the art of tea making. Which suited you just fine as what he brewed was phenomenal.
It became a routine with you. If you made breakfast, he’d make tea. If he made breakfast, you’d make coffee. You didn’t go for that instant either. You had a coffee grinder and you bought the high quality beans.
That’s typically how you knew what kind of a day it was going to be. A tea day meant things were stable at the moment. A coffee day meant some shit was going to go down.
You smiled at him, taking the compliment. You didn’t press about his Mum or any other details about his family.
Butcher may want to know everything under the sun about you, but he wasn’t forthcoming in letting you know personal things on his end.
And it didn’t matter. What you had with him was enough. Besides, your brother adored him. He and his boyfriend had come over a few times for dinner. Butcher was a good sport about it. He’d played along with their flirting and you rewarded him by having sex on the dining table once they went home.
You’d had a conversation with your brother just the other day. You were at your memorial brunch celebration of your parents.
“Sis, you’ve been good for each other. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks.”
“Is he totally moved in then?”
“What?!? No!”
“Sis, he’s here constantly. When’s the last time he spent the night somewhere else?”
You sat back, thinking it over. Oh my God. “3 months ago!”
“Told ya!”
“I’m living with a guy! Dude, I’m living with a guy!”
“We both are.”
“Do you think Mom and Dad would have approved?”
“Sis, of course. They were so proud of us for living our best lives. I’m sure they would have loved who we’re with.”
“Butcher and your boyfriend are as different as night and day.”
“True. But so are we and we’re pretty awesome. I attribute that to our parents.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
You and your brother raised your glasses. “To Mom and Dad.”
You smiled at the memory as you and Butcher ate and sipped in comfortable silence. You were close to being done when his phone rang. He frowned when he saw the caller ID. “Yeh? What the fuck. No, no. Listen to me. Don’t ya do anythin’ til I get there.” He slammed his cell down.
“Everything okay?”
“I gotta go, love. Fuck, I really wanted to enjoy this.” He drained the cup and shoveled the last few bites into his mouth. He rinsed off the dishes and went into the bedroom to grab the rest of his things.
You followed suit and then asked, “Butcher? Can I go with you?”
That made him stop lacing his boots. “Ya really want to?”
“I’ve always wanted to know what a serial killer’s daily routine was like.”
He chuckled. “Well first, yer gonna want to put on…” he rummaged though your clothes picking out a outfit, including shoes.
You looked at what he laid out on the bed.
A v neck graphic tee with one of your favorite movie characters on it, a pair of dark jeans paired with your grommet belt and your mid calf boots. Plus your cropped leather jacket. You had worn an outfit very similar to it last night. You smiled at remembering what happened what you got back.
“Are we going to another industrial club, Butcher? Should I even wear underwear this time?”
“Cheeky. Not my fault ya looked so good.”
“You say that about everything I put on. Pretty soon I’ll have nothing left.”
He smirked. “I’m likin’ the idea of that “
“How about when we get back from your house meeting we do a no clothes anything goes for 24 hours?”
“Why wait?” He advanced towards you with a wolfish grin.
“Down, boy. We got a schedule, you said so. I’m guessing no purse or backpack huh.”
“Slows ya down.”
“All right.” You got dressed, stuffed your wallet and your cell into a zippered pocket, and took your keys off the nightstand. “Ready!”
He gave you an appreciative whistle. “If we didn’t have ta…”
“You can peel me out of this when we get back. Start our mini holiday off proper.”
He gave you a knowing look.
“Uh-oh. Billy, don’t you dare,” you shook your finger at him.
He sang in a rich baritone, 🎶“Oh Y/N, if there was only somethin’ between us. If there was only somethin’ between us other than our clothes!” 🎶
You sang back,🎶 “It’s the heart’s filthy lesson!”🎶
He pressed his form to yours and caressed your sides. His lips whisper sang into your ear, 🎶“Y/N, will ya carry me? I think I’ve lost my way.🎶
You stroked him through his jeans. He was hard already. You whisper sang, 🎶”Heart’s filthy lesson.”🎶
He began rutting against you as his hands roamed up to your tits. He nuzzled at your neck.
“Billy, I thought we had to go..”
He was already unzipping your pants and moving you to the couch. He bent you over the arm, your pants around your ankles.
Now you didn’t care. You wanted him to get inside you as soon as possible.
He hummed the song as he unbuckled his belt. He reached out to make sure you were ready. 🎶If only there was somethin’ between us…”🎶
🎶”Other than ou…oh!” You stopped when Butcher thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt.
He fucked you at a fast pace, wrapping your hair into his fist. He tugged it causing you to feel that electric wave all the way down to your toes.
“Harder!”
He complied.
The couch thumped against the floor.
“Faster, I’m almost there!”
He pounded into you with such force that you knew you’d feel it later.
You arched your back as your orgasm hit. You cursed like a sailor on shore leave.
Billy pulled out and jerked himself off, his seed dripping onto the floor.
You pushed yourself up to a wobbly stance. “Damn you and your singing David Bowie songs. I should never have told you what that does to me.” You pulled up your pants and smoothed out your hair.
His laughter rang through the apartment as he hobbled over to the kitchen sink to rinse off his hand. He pulled up his jeans and grabbed a few paper towels to clean up the floor.
Well, he used his boot to swipe at it.
You tsked and finished the job.
“All right. We’re off. C’mon, my little China girl.” He gave a lopsided grin and ushered you out giving your ass a squeeze.