Who Says Three is a Crowd? (Under Construction)

I Know You

You took a deep breath and walked over to Billy. He was standing there smoking, blood still dripping down his face. You were alone for the first time since the break up. You couldn't really explain how you were feeling. You were nervous, you were sad, you were angry.

You also longed to wrap your arms around him and hug him, smell him again, nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. You shook your head and walked inside, leaving Billy on the porch. He followed you in a minute later.

You grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water. "Sit," you said pointing to the couch. "I don't care about this shit, y/n." he grumbled. "You're bleeding all over my floor, sit down." you said. He walked over and sat on the couch, leaning his head back.

You began to clean his face. He winced. "Always these fuckers with their rings." he said chuckling. It took you back to a few weeks ago when you were cleaning him up from his last fight. You had some amazing sex right after that. Nope, none of that. "Mhmm," you replied nonchalantly.

"Those are some nice marks on your neck there." he said looking over at you. Fuck. "It's just sex, remember? It doesn't mean anything." You repeated his words back to him hoping it would be enough to stop this whole conversation. It seemed to work. "Hmm," was all he said.

"Was it? Just sex I mean." Billy asked you a minute later. Okay, that didn't work. "Billy, why are you here? You had your little testosterone battle. Are you happy now?" You said looking at him. "No. No, I'm not happy." He said sitting up suddenly.

"I lost the love of my life to some freak she barely fucking knows." He continued. "I know you, y/n. I know it's not 'just sex', it was never just sex with him." You just stared at him because you weren't sure what to say. He was right. You cared for Eddie. But you cared for Billy too.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Billy said standing up. "Billy, wait." You grabbed his hand, standing up. "I'll admit that I fucked up, okay? I don't know what happened. Eddie was nice, he was really nice to me and you always seem angry lately and I just wanted to feel happy." your words were coming out of your mouth a million miles a minute. "He listened to me and made me laugh and..."

"I don't wanna hear this shit y/n." He said pulling his hand away suddenly. "I just want you to understand!" you yelled as the tears started to fall. "Do you even understand?" he questioned. "How did this happen to us?" his voice was rising too. "I don't know." you sat back down. He followed you.

"Do you love him?" Billy said bluntly. "I... I don't know." you stammered. "You know." he pushed. You put your hands in your head. This was all so confusing. You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. "I know you, y/n. You might not think I do, but I do."

"I know your favorite color is forest green, your favorite band is The Rolling Stones, you like your coffee with one cream, two sugars. I know you love music almost more than anything else and you think it's 'poetry'." he said. "It is." you whispered, staring up at him in awe.

"I know you hate Friday's because that's the day your dad left, I know you love hot green tea on a rainy day and the smell of old books, which I always thought was really weird, by the way." he laughed. "And I know you love that creepy ass doll that your Grandma gave you, even though you pretend you don't." he finished.

"Billy..." you started. "I also know every spot on your body that turns you on." He said lowly. He lifted your hair off of your neck. "Like, here." He said softly kissing the back of your neck. "Here," he said planting a kiss just behind your ear. "Here," he said moving onto your shoulder. "And here," he whispered kissing your collarbone.

SMUT warning ⚠️:

You inhaled sharply. He looked up and your lips were on his. You grabbed his neck tightly as your tongues collided. You pulled him in as close as possible. Your tongues exploring each other's mouth like it was the first time. You didn't know how much you were craving the taste of him.

He laid you down on the couch his hands roaming over every inch of you. His lips never leaving yours. His hand trailed across your breast causing him to moan in your mouth. You ripped his shirt off of him and he quickly took his jeans off.

You both removed your clothes throwing them across the room. He kissed you desperately, his hands running along every curve of your body. "Billy, I need you." you begged him. He knelt in between you on the couch and thrust into you. Your back arched and you reached up to bring him down closer.

Your bodies intertwined as he continued pumping in and out. Your moans filled the room as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He was thrusting deep and hard. "Baby," he moaned into your ear. It was intoxicating. You clawed at his back, your nails leaving long marks along him.

He groaned deeply tangling his hands in your hair. "Are you mine?" he hissed. "I.." you threw your head back as he continued pounding into you. "Are. you. mine?" he said sternly, moving his hand to your throat. "Y..yes. Fuck, Billy!" you cried. "That's what I thought." he said deeply. His grip around your throat tightened and his thrusts became sloppier.

"I'm gonna cum," he growled. You were close as well. You lifted your hips to match his thrusts. You reached a euphoric high as your legs started to tremble. You cried out as you saturated his cock with your cum. "Fuck, y/n" he panted as he released into you.

He laid on top of you, both of you breathing heavy. He pulled out but stayed with his head on your chest. You stroked his hair. "I'm sorry, y/n." he whispered. "I'm sorry too, Billy." You kissed the top of his head.