Outlaws in Time - Billy the Kid x !Reader

Chapter 11. Confessions

WARNING: SMUT!

A/N

Sorry for edging y'all last chapter how about a 2.2k words smut scene as an apology?

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"Do you want me, Billy?" You whispered.

"I want you," he answered.

And with his response, your lips came crashing down against his again. Salty tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the taste of his lips. You yearned for more, deepening the kiss, Billy reciprocated though his moans came muffled against your lips. You kissed him, in anger for the way he left you, in anger for the way you cared for him.

As the intensity of the kiss grew, Billy's breathy whimpers resonated against your lips, and you held the kiss there before finally pulling away, allowing both of you a moment to catch your breath. Your chest heaved in an effort to regain both of your breaths. Billy's cheek was flushed, his mouth gapped open trying to steady his breath, his lips red from your bites, and his eyes teary from the lack of oxygen. The sight of him, disheveled and vulnerable, sent a flutter through your stomach.

Brushing away the lingering tears from your cheeks, you couldn't help but smile at him. "You should see yourself," you said.

"Do I look pathetic?" he replied, his hands hesitantly reaching for the buttons of your blouse, his gaze locked onto yours, seeking reassurance and permission.

You grasped his hand firmly, pinning it to the mattress beside him. "Don't you think you've been acting a bit unfairly towards me lately?"

"Have I?" Billy asked, a hint of genuine surprise flickering across his face before he quickly regained his composure. "I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice softening.

Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he tilted his head playfully. "Are you going to punish me for it?" He whispered, his smile teasing, and his eyelashes fluttering up at you as if pleading for forgiveness. You weren't wearing a bra and Billy couldn't take his eyes off your nips that protruded from underneath your shirt, he made it quite obvious, and a thought crossed your mind.

"Should I punish you?" You asked playing along with him. Your hands trailed down to the buttons of his shirt, deftly unfastening them one by one, each movement deliberate and teasing.

"Don't be too cruel to me," he whispered, his breath catching as your fingers traced the contours of his sides. Your gaze traveled over his toned body, fingers tracing the defined lines up to his chest. Giving both his nipples a playful pinch, Billy nearly jumped in response.

"W-wait," he sat up stammering, but you gently pushed him back down.

"Shh, quiet now. It's late," you teased with a soft giggle, continuing your playful torment, alternating between gentle strokes and teasing pinches.

Billy's hand came to cover his eyes, embarrassed to look up at you. He bit his lip trying to keep the noise to himself, only grunts coming out.

You did tell him to be quiet but with the scene in front of you, how you wanted to ruin him. With his eyes covered he couldn't see how you leaned down, your lips hovering over his nipple. Your warm breath against it caused Billy to move his hand and look at you in shock, but before he could protest you gave it a lick. His eyes widened in surprise, but his lips parted in a breathy sigh of pleasure.

You gave him another teasing lick, your hand continuing its gentle torment on his other nipple, all while maintaining intense eye contact. Billy looked at you, a mix of shock and pleasure on his face, unable to hold back his soft, sweet noises.