𝕊𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋 | B.L & S.M

4 | B.L

PROMPT: You and Billy are friends with benefits.

⚠️ CHEATING
⚠️ LIGHT SMUT (?)

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She shoved Billy against the stall wall, his back hitting the cold tile with a jolt that made him shiver—or maybe it was just her hands roaming over him, sending electric sparks up his spine. Either way, Billy craved more; no, he needed more.

His hands moved down her body, giving her backside a greedy squeeze as he grinned to himself. "God bless her parents for giving me this fine ass," he thought, savoring every second.

Her shirt buttons already hanging open, [Y/N] gasped against his lips when she felt his hands tugging at her shirt, pulling her closer. Their mouths crashed together in a messy, heated kiss that had him grinning like the lunatic he was.

"You're killin' me, babe," he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly, pulling a chuckle from her lips.

"Good," she teased, her voice a wicked purr. She pressed a quick kiss to his Adam's apple, then her hands threaded through his hair, yanking hard enough to make him groan, his head falling back to expose his neck to her.

Billy swallowed hard as she leaned in, biting down on his neck. The sharp sting of her teeth sent a shudder through him, his body buzzing with barely-contained energy. She'd probably laugh if she knew how much it was getting to him, but he was already half gone in the moment.

"Jesus," he breathed, his voice rough.

"What's the matter? Can't take it?" she taunted, fingers tracing his jawline, her [E/C] eyes locking onto his with a look that only egged him on. But as soon as he didn't answer, just stared at her with wide, blown-out pupils, she started to pull back.

But he wasn't having it. Grabbing her wrist, he spun her around, pinning her against the stall wall this time. Her gasp only made him grin wider, his dark eyes locking onto hers, savoring that brief flicker of vulnerability she'd shown him.

"At least give a guy time to answer," he chuckled, his voice thick with amusement and adrenaline. He caged her between his arms, leaning in close enough for their foreheads to touch, just to watch her squirm a bit.

Her pride wouldn't let her admit she liked it, though, so she shoved him back with a smirk. "Playtime's over, lover boy," she said, glancing down at her watch. "We've got maybe ten minutes to get to class, so get it together."

Billy's mind raced as he gazed at the fresh bite mark on his neck. Sure, he was all in for the thrill, the secrecy of stolen moments, but any sign of it? That would be a disaster. Sidney was smart; she knew him too well, and she'd spot even the smallest slip-up in seconds.

But he couldn't help it—[Y/N] had a way of breaking down his guard, making him forget he had boundaries at all. Her boldness, the way she was so unapologetically herself, was something he never got with Sidney.

Sidney expected him to be a certain way, to fit a mold, and yeah, he liked that sometimes. But [Y/N]... she brought out a side of him that craved something raw, unscripted.

"You're really gonna leave me with all this?" he muttered, nodding to the mess of bite marks and bruised skin. "[Y/N], seriously, if Sidney sees—"

[Y/N] just smirked, leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed. "What? You scared of your girl?" she teased. With her, he couldn't resist falling into that dynamic.

It was like she saw through his act, saw the side of him that wanted to let someone else take control for once. He grumbled, knowing he'd be carefully buttoning up his shirt and fixing his collar every ten minutes today to make sure no one saw what she'd left behind.