Imagine Hackergirl relaxing with Graves on a solo mission with him at the hotel room you're staying at :((
Both are relaxed and cozy and happy, cuddled up with you laying on Phil's chest, eating popcorn and watching some chanel on the TV, but honestly you're more interested in the blonde man laying beneath you.
Imagine that while Philip is focused on the news, you nuzzle against his chest before nudging your head under his shirt and sucking his nipple into your mouth :( You'd be met with a gasp and a slight jump and after you emerged from underneath worried that you might have crossed some line, you're met with the prettiest sight ever; Phil blushing brightly, his eyebrows drawn together and little gasps leaving his pink lips.
You tried saying something but Philip only leaned in and kissed you softly on the mouth before breathing out a little
"Why did you stop love♡?"
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started daydreaming about billy again
thinkin about the way he pants against your mouth when you crawl into his lap, hands knocking his hat off and tangling into his hair. his own slide down your back slowly, fingertips pressing into the curve above your ass. billy’s lips are soft and slick where they meet yours, his nose pressing into your cheek like he can’t get close enough—
“fuck,” he whispers in the dim light, eyes fluttering as your kisses trail down his neck. and its so easy for him to lift you, to maneuver you in his lap until you’re straddling his thigh. you can feel the firm muscle flex underneath you, gasping against his skin where you’ve been dropping slow lovebites. billy’s hands settle at your hips, a low chuckle making his chest rumble.
“y’trust me, darlin’?”
you nod and bite your lip, your own touch coming to his face. you cup his cheeks in your hand, letting out a soft sigh when he dips his head to kiss you dizzy again. he tastes like tobacco and whiskey, his tongue slipping past your lips to make you moan softly. before you can lose yourself entirely to his mouth, he uses his grip on your hips to grind your center against his thigh.
“billy!” you gasp, the friction making you shiver. he only smirks at you and does it again, encouraging.
“feel good, baby?” he purrs, helping you rock your hips against him. and it does. it feels so good, just the right about of pressure against your clothed clit. “want you to use me, just like this. make yourself cum for me, yeah? use my body, it’s yours.”
his words make you shudder, the usual brightness in his voice simmering down to a low and raspy tone. you roll your hips on your own, unable to stop the whimper that the pleasure of his thigh against you pulls from your throat.
“that’s it, there’s my good girl. look so pretty getting yourself off on me like this. can’t believe you like me so much that just this can get you goin’,” he teases. billy lets one hand leave your hip to tangle into your hair, pulling just enough to get you to expose your throat to him so he can drag his tongue along your skin. his lips and teeth do sinful things to the delicate skin, making your hips stutter.
“love you, billy. love this, love you so much,” you whine, needing to correct him even in your pleasure-delirious state. he lets out a quiet hum before giving the junction of your neck and shoulder a soft kiss.
“i know, baby. i know. you know i love you too.”
you can feel the tension pulling and pulling between your legs, the desperation rocking of your hips pushing you closer to your peak. billy flexes his thigh and you hiss, fingers scrambling for purchase on his flannel shirt and twisting, knuckles white.
“gonna cum for me? hm? show me how much you love me and how much you love using me to make that perfect little pussy feel good?” and it’s too much, his words and his body pushing you over the edge. your orgasm makes you tremble in his lap, unable to make out what nonsense praises he’s whispering to you as you ride out your high.
your ears ring slightly and you pant as you go lax, laying against his chest. billy guides your head to rest on his shoulder, fingers dragging up and down your back soothingly.
“love you so much, darlin’. did so good for me, hm? so pretty, always look so pretty,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your hairline.
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