brothers best friend billy bc i am self-indulgent āŗļø very poorly proofreadš“ edit; hereās another installment of this au <3
william h. bonney is a gentleman.
he is a gentleman, but fuck, if you whisper another word into his ear, warm breath fanning over the cusp, heās not above bending you over the poker table and fucking you in front of everyone, including your brother.
and billy knows, he knows youāre trying to rile him up, knows youāre just trying to get a ride rise out of him, but did you really have to hit him where it hurts? youād learnt not too long ago that billy is quite sensitive on his earsāwhen you nibbed him on his earlobe while he was balls deep inside your tight cunt and he came on the spotāand if you didnāt take advantage of that from time to time, you reasoned, it would be an injustice, truly.
āoh billy, donāt you know fucking your best friends little sister is wrong? how long has this been going onā2 months, huh? hmm, you ever gonna tell jesse? oh, no. he would kill you if he found out, wouldnāt he? and youāre still taking that risk for me; how romantic of you, billy,ā your voice is a tantalizing taunt, and itās winding him up, so much so that he has to take a swig of his whiskey to cover up the flush spreading on his cheeks.
your whispers are received from billy with a shudder, whom youāre standing behind while he sits at the poker table. nobody really even notices you talking to him, not even jesse. heās focused on winning, as is billy, but you just make it so much damn harder for your lover.
the game is on its last play and itās gotten quite intense. āreveal your hands,ā the dealer commands and jesse lays down his cards before billy shows him up completely, 4 aces over jesseās straight.
the sportsmanship is friendly even after billy gathers the whole pot for himself and jesse goes to catch a drink at the bar, giving billy the perfect opportunity to figure out what the fuck your little show was about.
his large hand is wrapped around yourāby comparison, smallāwrist, and heās dragging you outside the saloon, all the way to his house just down the block.
when the door slams shut, billyās lips are on yours faster than you can blink.
he has this way about his kissesātheyāre always needy, but not all-dominating. he doesnāt want to own you, you can see it is his eyes, the eyes that are so much softer than lil the other men youāve come across, who look at you like a piece of meat. he kisses you with a certain passion, a fire that you havenāt been able to find with anybody else, and it ignites something bubbly inside you. heās feverish, and you reciprocate his urgency, fingers hooking into his two front belt loops, pulling him closer to where you need him the most.
āfuck, pretty. really tryna rile me up, huh? fuck was that, back at the game?ā his lust-blown pupils do nothing to hide the fact that you won. you got just what you wanted, so with a giggle you respond, voice teasing. āi just wanted to see how gentlemanly you could stay before you would eventually breakāi knew you would break,ā
billy scoffs and rolls his eyes, before placing his lips on yours, more gently this time, and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to his bedroom that youāve grown oh, so, familiar with.
he surprises you when rather than laying you down on your back unto the bed, he sits down himself, begins unbuttoning your linen button-down and unbuttoning the boot-cut denim jeans that hugged your ass so fucking well, before pulling all of it off of your limbs and helping you pull his own trousers down.
with gentle maneuvering, billy eases you onto his hard, awaiting cock. a soft gasp leaves you, and a deep groan from billy reverberates throughout the room. āthis is what you wanted? to sit on my dick, make your pretty, little pussy cum? yeah? go on, use me. ride my cock, hm? you own it, itās yours,ā his breathy words only speed up your pulsing around his dick, and pull a aroused moan from your throat.
he sounded so honest, so real. it was times like these, with him underneath you, coming more and more undone by the second, that felt the most raw. it was times like these, when his hands where welded onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, that you realized, you didnāt want this with anybody else, ever. you never wanted to leave his loving embrace, and itās with that epiphany you speak.
āfuck, billy, i love you. i love you so fucking much, oh my god, fuck!ā
his hips falter slightly at the sentence, but almost like a serendipitous parallel, billy cums with a loud moan right along with you, orgasms perfectly in time with one another.
and as he comes down from his high, riding you through your own, his response to your confession is utteredāin hushed tones, in fear that if he dare raises his voice, dare speak freely, dare open his arms, you may disappear, like sand through his calloused fingers.
āi love you, too, angel. i thinkā¦ i think want forever with you.ā
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