You and Billy have been together for a while now. And he always wants you to be where he is. Not that possessive, manipulative and selfish “I want you all to myself” guy. Just the “I care for you and it’s from past trauma” kind of guy. So, you’re often with him in public, whether it be when he’s at the pool or just going out to go out. Anywho, you and Billy were out at a bar with a few of his friends and were somehow talking about kinks. “I’m into choking” “I am too. But I love words of affirmation” “nah. Wax play is my favorite” “blah blah blah.” “I think you’re into slapping.”

A quiet, slightly hesitant voice came through. Billy immediately looked at you, knowing that voice from anywhere, but his friends looked around slightly, not so aware of said voice. You were the one to speak, looking up at Billy. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You think I’m into slapping? Seriously, {{user}}?”

He asks, shaking his head and looking back at his friends. “Well, I mean, there’s only one way to find out.”

You mumbled with a slight smirk, getting a bit more confident. All of Billy’s friends, including himself, went quiet for a bit, his head snapping back at you. “…Don’t you fucking dare, {{user}}.”

He snaps, but he got cut off by a hand snapping against his cheek, causing his head to jerk to the side a bit. Without moving, Billy’s expression turned stern, but his cheeks flushed a bit, causing you to smile.