#Billy Hargrove x you smut
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You’re Billy’s girl and you’re back in his room after school and you’re kissing, he slides his hands under your skirt and feels you’re not wearing panties. He gets all mad outwardly, calling you a little slut and slapping your ass (what kind of girl goes to school with no panties on, huh), but really he’s getting so hard and flustered he can barely control himself. You’re totally his dream girl but he would never admit that to you.
This was yummy thank you very much hehehe, I hope you enjoy this!
Billy Hargrove x fem!reader
Warnings: Some spanking and degredation, unprotected sex
You were sprawled out on his bed, your face warm and electricity pulsing through your veins as Billy dragged his lips against yours. He tasted like mint and like the cigarette the both of you had just shared.
His strong palm lingered against the back of your knee, holding you in place as he gently stroked your skin. He moved his fingers up further, making goosebumps erupt from your skin as he began to flick his tongue against yours. You whimpered, melting against him as your kiss turned sloppy.
You enjoyed the sensation of his tongue against yours, how he flicked it against the tip of yours before he moved on to trace your teeth. There was no rhythm, just spit and urgency as he moved his hand underneath your skirt.
He dances his fingers up to your hip bone, tracing across your smooth flesh as his kiss became slower. You leaned forward, still craving the taste of his tongue as he came to a halt.
"What?" You asked him, your voice raw and lips swollen as you did your best not to whine. You could feel the desire between your legs, could feel the pleasure that was still simmering in your tummy.
"Fucking slut," He replied as he flipped your skirt over your hips, revealing your exposed skin to him. You chewed on your bottom lip, unable to stop your hips from moving as you stared at your slick cunt, "I thought you were a good girl?" He tsked, squeezing your ass cheek in his hand before he roughly smacked your skin.
You gasped, taken by surprise as the sound echoed in the room. A moan followed suit as he squeezed at your flesh again, his bottom lip captured between his teeth. His eyes were wide and hazy as he awaited your response.
"I am your good girl," You responded, knowing that at times you were anything but that. You dressed this way for a reason, liking the response that you gained from him, "What's wrong?" You mocked playfully, fluttering your eyelashes innocently like you were none the wiser.
"Really?" He scoffed as he smacked at your skin again, forcing you a little closer to him, "What kind of girl goes to school with no panties on?" He questioned, moving close enough that you could count the freckles on his nose.
"A bad one," You whimpered, unable to help yourself as he slowly dragged his fingers down to your wet folds. He touched you gently, teasingly before he pulled his hands away, "Billy, please."
"Please what?" He mocked, pouting his bottom lip out for extra effect as he pressed one of his fingers against your clit. You whimpered at the way your body jolted in response, pleasure shooting up your spine as you pressed forward.
"Fuck me," You spit out a second later, "I didn't wear them for you. I wanted to tease you." You cooed, gasping at the way he slowly began to roll his finger against your clit.
"Mhm," He flicked his tongue across his teeth before his lips grew into a smirk, "Just for me? You sure you're not being a little whore parading around like that?"
"No, no," You breathed out as you desperately took a hold of his bicep, "Never. I want you. Please. Wanna feel your cock." You moaned as you moved your palm over his tight jeans, pressing against the very obvious hard on.
He groaned at the sensation, twitching against you as his blue eyes grew darker. He watched you for a long moment, smirking before he pulled his hand away from your cunt.
You whined at the loss, beginning to form a plead on your tongue before he hastily pushed you back onto the bed. You fell flat, your skirt resting up over your waist as he kicked your legs apart.
You sat on your elbows, eagerly watching as he tugged his jeans off over his thick legs. You traced your eyes over his body, enjoying his strong muscles and golden skin.
Your eyes fell to his cock, drinking in how long and thick he was as he crawled up over your body. He pressed his thumb against your lips, tracing them softly as he positioned himself between your legs.
He wrapped his thick fingers around his girth, keeping his eyes locked on your features as you stared at the way he slowly stroked himself in his hand. He parted his lips, groaning loudly to tease you as you felt a fresh wave a desire spread through you.
"Billy, please," You whined in desperation as you rolled your hips forward, trying to feel something against your soaked cunt, "I need you so badly." You pleaded with him as you brought your eyes back up to his.
"Okay," He cooed as he rubbed his fat tip against your aching clit. You crooned at the sensation, desperately needing more of it, "I've got you, baby girl." He reassured you as he slowly and tantalizingly slid his cock inside of your fluttering walls.
You sighed in relief as your head hit the pillow, your mind fuzzy as your cunt stretched around his throbbing cock. You savored the way he curved, the ridges and how he fit inside of you perfectly. Like he was made for you.
He moved a hand to your hip, sliding the other one underneath your neck as he held you close to him. His lips brushed against yours, sharing a moan as he bottomed out inside of you.
Every time you took in a breath of air you swore that he slid in deeper and further. The pleasure was intense, shooting down to the tips of your toes and clear up to your foggy mind.
"This what you wanted, yeah?" He asked, groaning as he slowly pulled his hips back an inch or two before he thrusted deep inside of you again. You mewled at the sensation as your cunt fluttered around him, inviting him in even deeper, "You were just so desperate for my cock, weren't you?"
"Yes," You answered quickly, your lungs feeling tight as the weight of him began to press you into his mattress. You moaned as you moved your hands towards his bare hips, clinging to he dragged his cock in and out of your wet cunt, "Oh my God."
You moaned out in response, shutting your eyes tightly as the pleasure rushed through your body. His grip on your waist was tight as he moved you along the length of his cock. You breathed in deeply, feeling your toes curl in response.
"All my dumb baby had to do was ask," He mocked as he dragged his teeth against your bottom lip, nipping softly, "Woulda given it to you. You didn't have to be a little whore."
"M'sorry," You whimpered as the tip of his cock pressed against your bundle of nerves, making stars appear in your eyes, "Fuck, fuck." You chanted as you began to rock your hips up against him, desperate to feel more of him.
He groaned as he brushed his nose against yours, his breath hot against your lips as you continued to cling to his skin. You could feel your cunt clamping down around him, squeezing him in tighter as the muscles in your stomach clenched together tightly.
The sound of your skin meeting sent you over the edge, a loud cry leaving your mouth as you spasmed underneath his warm body. Your pleasure crashed over you, your clit throbbing as you came around him.
You gasped loudly as you continued to hold onto him, enjoying the way he was groaning into the crook of your neck. You felt your toes curling as soft moans fell from your lips.
You were leaking around his cock, soaking his bed as he continued to grind his cock deep inside of you. You pressed your hands roughly against his skin, savoring the feeling of him as his thrusts became more shallow.
"Jesus," He grunted as he rolled his head back, his blonde curls sticking to the nape of his neck, "You're such a good little slut for me. Fuck, fuck." He cursed, groaning loudly as he pressed himself deep inside of you.
You gasped, looking down at the way his cock was buried snug inside of your cunt. You shivered as his warm spunk filled you, painting your walls white. His lips fell open in bliss, his eyebrows furrowed together as sounds of pleasure fell from his tongue.
He stayed there for a moment, exhaling deeply as he brushed his nose against yours once again. You leaned forward, giggling as his lips pulled into a pretty grin.
"That was nice," He whispered softly, his eyes swimming with thoughtfulness as he stared at you. He paused, looking like he was going to say something else before he ultimately changed his mind, "Hope you got what you wanted. Brat."
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nice boys - b.h. x reader
SMUT SMUT SMUT! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
warnings: overall filth. like, filthy. degradation, humiliation, use of belt as restraint, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it, friends!) face slapping, dacryphilia, overstimulation, denial, sir kink, let me know if there’s more!
“c’mon, can’t you be submissive one time?” you giggled, running your pointer finger down billy’s cheek. you were perched on his lap as he laid on his grungy bed, legs straight out behind you and torso leaned on the board. his hands were lazily planted on your hips, at that moment scooting you up his torso so you weren’t rubbing against his growing erection.
“over my dead body, sweetheart,” he spoke, grumbly in nature. “cut it out, it’s not funny.” he pinched the skin on your hip lightly, just to flag you to quit while you were ahead, still on his good side.
“m’not doing anything! i just wanna know!” you sat yourself up onto his hips, pressing your chest against his as you ran your palms down onto his biceps.
“know what?”
“why you won’t let me be in charge! i wanna try it.”
billy scoffed, cocked his head to the side with his eyebrows raised. curious.
“i’d treat you real good, billy,” you grinned, laying a hand on his cheek. “take care of you, make you feel good.”
your thumb walked back and forth on his jaw, slowly, testing your waters.
“don’t you wanna be a good boy? for me?”
you made sure to pout, look at him through your eyelashes. you knew he couldn’t tell you no explicitly- and he didn’t. he just sighed and muttered, “whatever.” which was technically billy-code for, “stop right now, i swear to god.”
“i’ll be nice!” you argued. “just need you to listen to me.”
“i will listen to you whenever i want, baby,” he corrected, rising his palms to cup your waist.
you narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, shaking your head as you reached to grip at his chin. you had already decided your fate for the night. “noo, you’re gonna listen to me and do what i say. did i say you could touch me?”
you were getting into character. and billy was really starting to get frustrated. you knew he was when he opened his mouth to say something, probably tell you to stay in your lane, but you caught it.
“ah-ah, did i say you could touch me?” you repeated, raising your voice slightly.
billy huffed, just tightened his grip on your waist. his jaw was tightening, grinding his molars against each other. his eyes shifted.
“(y/n),” he muttered, spitting your name smoothly from his lips. “i will also touch you whenever i want. i’m not playing this game with you.”
you furrowed your eyebrows together. to billy, you looked like you were just pouting, even though you were trying to put on a mean face. he said he wasn’t going to play with you, but he didn’t stop you from peeling his hands off your waist and attempting to pin them down at his sides. he could easily break away, no doubt, but he was curious. maybe he’d let you have your fun for a little. it paid off immediately when you smiled, victory shining in your eyes when his wrists hit the mattress.
but then you jumped up off of his lap with a gasp and a bright idea, lifting up a finger to him. “ooh! wait here, i’ll be right back!” you exclaimed, grinning like a possum. you ran out of the room then, leaving billy laying there, confused and kind of nervous. you weren’t one to bring him surprises. he didn’t even agree to anything!
you came back seconds later, skipping into his bedroom with a long strip of leather laid in your hands- his favorite belt, and the one he used to bind your hands together for the first time when he spread you out in the backseat of his car. he groaned, shook his head. how humiliating.
“since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself,” you grinned proudly, perfectly reciting his words to you and spiking his memory, “i guess i gotta do it myself!”
you returned to your spot on his lap, this time purposefully anchoring yourself in just the right spot to make billy grunt and involuntarily buck his hips up. you started to bend and pull the belt into a sort of makeshift handcuffs, trying to remember the steps billy took to do the same. you were struggling. billy saw, sighed heavily and grabbed the belt from your struggling fingers. you immediately lurched forward, wiggling your fingers as he held it over his head to keep it from you.
“hey!” you protested, reaching to grab it back from his hands like he took a toy from your sandbox.
“i’m trying to help you, calm down,” he said coldly, waiting for you to put your hands down before he made quick work of the belt.
you frowned, until he returned the belt to you in the perfect shape to slide his wrists in in a matter of seconds. and he did, as soon as you got it in your hands he put his hands through the loops and allowed you to tighten them.
“other way,” he grumbled as you tugged on the wrong side of the strap.
“oh!”
it took a second, but after you completed that task, billy was in perfect position for you. wrists bound together, shirtless laid out on his bed in just his tiny boxers and in no position to protest or fight you. he looked.. unimpressed. his face was blank besides two very irritated eyes. his fists were clenched at his stomach, veins running up the back of his hand and up his forearms.
“you really think this is a good idea, baby? you know i’m not gonna be nice after.”
you rolled your eyes. billy did not like that. every thing you did was just adding to his irritation, building yourself a world of hurt the moment you let him go.
“well, that’s not for you to decide. it’s my turn,” you teased, placing a soft hand on his chest to slide it down. you started rocking your hips back and forth, and billy grunted, winced a little bit. you then stopped, lifting yourself up onto your knees to scoot down to his thighs. billy liked to wear extremely tight, extremely short boxers which left little to imagine in your head, you just had to get a good look at it. your hand had been steadily traveling town his torso until it reached the black fabric, not wasting any time to pull it down to release his thick cock. he was definitely hard, but just had a little more to go. being bound was a total turn off. but he would endure, just for you.
“come on, baby,” he groaned, bucking his hips up to chase your hands. “stroke my cock. i know you wanna.”
you giggled, “right know i really want you to shut up.”
his nostrils flared, his lips pressed to a little pink line with his eyebrows crinkled when you moved your eyes up.
“hey, watch it.”
you shook your head with a mischievous, bright smile.
“you’re bein’ a big baby,” you poked, prodding at his patience with you. “just relax and be quiet.”
he really didn’t want to, but he shut his mouth.
once he did, you rewarded him. grabbed his cock hanging from his boxers in your fist and pumped it once, twice. billy sighed deeply.
“ah, shit, there ya go- good girl,” he groaned as you continued your movements steadily, quickening slightly with each slow stroke. his eyes closed, head falling back with an opened mouth. you twisted your hand around his base and pulled up, repeating this movement over and over again until the vein running up his cock started pulsing blood to his angry tip. beads of white began pooling at the slit at the top, calling for you to run your thumb over it and collect them. you pulled your hand off of him and billy’s eyes snapped open, just to watch the pad of your tongue exit your mouth and steal his pre-cum from your finger. the sight made him groan. he must have tried to reach for your hair like he usually does, but you grabbed the bottom of the belt to keep his hands down. again, he could’ve easily broken free from your grip, but he didn’t, just scrunched up his face and clenched his jaw angrily.
“you’re not being very good, billy,” you said. he wanted to slap that smile off of your face. you were enjoying his torment! how cruel.
“and you’re a shitty dom, sweet girl,” he rebutted, gritting his teeth together.
it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, the smile falling into a grumpy frown. this was harder than it looked.
“you haven’t even been giving me a chance!” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest.
“you are so lucky this is cute.”
you huffed, let your arms fall to your side. you were getting frustrated, your face turning pink and chest heavy as you took a second to think. he was making sure you knew you were never in charge, even with how hard you try to be. but you were about to use the same exact tricks he used on you to get you to behave. you had to break him eventually, right? and he loved you- would never admit it, but he did- and if you wanted some harmless fun, he wouldn’t deprive you. as long as you stayed nice.
so you did, for the moment. made your way to his calves, sitting back on your heels to lift your shirt off. you had definitely been planning this. billy knew as soon as he saw black lace decorating your breasts. you pawed at them, just to make sure he knew you got to touch and he didn’t, and you saw his tongue lick a stripe on his bottom lip hungrily. you let him stare for a minute, groping yourself and tilting your head back pornographically. it was much better than anything billy had seen in the adult section at family video. you lifted onto your knees to push your shorts down your hips, stepping out of them and sliding them down your heels to discard them on the floor. matching set. he’d rip them off of you when you get done with this little game.
without saying anything to him, just letting him stare and drool as you raised your arms to pull your hair into a ponytail and secure it loosely with the scrunchie you had. he knew what was happening, trying to shimmy down the bed to get closer to you.
“m’not gonna let you come, billy,” you said, frowning and trying to look intimidating.
“oh, you’re not?” billy laughed. “poor me. if only i had a way to do it myself.”
you rolled your eyes. jerk. still, you leaned down, so your knees were holding up your thighs with his legs between them. your hands began at the top of his abs, raking your nails down the mounds of muscle. you caught a tiny hiss from billy at the sting, muscles tensing up under your touch.
“i’m serious, billy. and i’m in charge right now.”
“ah, right. almost forgot,” billy chuckled, bending his elbows to rest his bound hands on his chest. he watched you wrap a hand around his shaft and spit a thick ball of saliva onto his cock. he almost lost it when you lifted your hand up, pulling down the spit and coating the rounded flesh. he was certainly hard now, pulsing and demanding to be touched. he canted his hips up when you lightly squeezed at his base, right up close to his balls, and you had to react quick by removing your hand altogether.
“billy,” you whined, not intending it to be whiney but that was just how it came out. “be still!”
“alright, alright, okay- i’ll be still. just keep goin’, baby.”
you huffed, and then returned your hand around him. he grunted, planted his hips into the mattress and watched as your head lowered, your ass lifting up into the air where he could see the valley in your panties. you began pumping his cock at a slow pace, enough to give you time to take his tip onto your tongue. the smooth skin weighed down in your mouth, anchoring itself and encouraging you to continue to lower your mouth, slowly, staring up at him with pretty eyes.
“ah, fuck,” he groaned, fists clenching into balls as your own fist cupped his. trying to coax the orgasm out of him, you massaged the heavy sack around in your palm as your throat relaxed, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. he let out a breathy moan, fighting the urge to let his head loll back because he just wanted to watch you take him. you did, took him until you felt him poking at the back of your throat, and then stopped. you weren’t going to give him what he wanted, choke and gag on him as he called you a dirty little girl- and instead just rose up, and then sunk down to the same spot, the other hand not occupied by his balls twisting at his base. you repeated this at a painfully slow pace, slow enough to make him growl and let a small pool of drool in the corner of his mouth develop.
“come on, baby, gimme more than that,” he said, but you couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a demand.
you pulled off of him, a long trail of slick, murky spit connecting him to you. “what do you say?”
billy scoffed, heaving and grinding up into your palm. “i’m not gonna fuckin- ask you,” he grunted.
you shrugged, loosening your soft hold on him with the very intent of walking away altogether.
“okay then. guess i’ll just-“
“okay! okay, jesus fucking christ, you brat. please.”
good enough. you’ll take it.
you smiled in victory, happily gripping his cock to continue pumping at his base. your tongue licked at his tip, swiping up all of the pearly beads that had returned, like he was sweet candy. and then you lowered onto him, opening up wide to accommodate his girth. he groaned, spitting out a string of curses. it just egged you on further to get him off, sucking down on him and smoothing your tongue over every inch you could get, cycling your head up and down and picking up a gradual speed. his groans increased, belly rising and falling at an elevated speed as you fucked him with your sweet mouth.
you lapped at his cock, trying to suck him dry for all it was worth while you still had him there. your jaw was slack, but billy was thick enough where if you weren’t careful, your teeth grazed against him and let you know with a hiss and a broken groan. you’d never seen billy so vulnerable in bed, fighting against bucking his hips up to lodge into your throat, hands to himself. he usually couldn’t keep them off of you. instead, they were clenched at his chest, wrists connected with brown leather. he was sweating when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, releasing his girth just to lick and suck all around his cock. your lips connected to the side of his length, the opposite hand holding him still and pressing the meaty shaft against your tongue. his lips were wide open as he panted, his belly rising and falling rapidly.
you were making a show of it, messy as possible. spit catching on your chin and surrounding your swollen lips as the pink muscle in your mouth extruded to lick a long, heavy stripe all the way up to the heavy crown of his cock. you engulfed his length with wet heat, tongue cupping him as you slid down, and down until your nose was buried in dark, curly hair, seemingly far more kept than the hair on his head. trimmed perfectly to pillow your face when he was shoved down your throat.
“god damnit, fuck- just like that,” he murmured, voice grating and low enough you could feel it on your tongue. he started to get close after a while, especially when you took your hand off of his shaft and paired it with your other one on his balls, moving and massaging the skin in unison. his moans started to get louder, and you knew you won when he started to grumble and fuss, “fuck, fuck- gonna cum, baby-“
and so you stopped. pulled off of him completely, panting yourself and wiping the mess off of your chin with a smile. billy went still, screwing his eyes shut for a quick second before his jaw tensed up, his bite hard enough to bite through leather as his eyes opened, blue eyes clouded and fucking dark. something was swirling in them, an anger you had never seen from him. his face was hot, you could feel it radiating from the feet between you. he was pissed.
“what the fuck was that?” he asked, way too calmly for your liking. it was eerie.
“oh, i’m sorry, did i do something?” you responded ‘innocently,’ lifting onto your knees and scooting up to sit on his hips, just above his cock.
“ohhh, you are going to fucking regret that.”
you hummed, “mmmh, i dont think i am. i told you exactly what i was gonna do.”
“you goddamn bitch,” billy spat, shaking his head. he was so hard by now it hurt. he felt lightheaded, all of the blood and adrenaline filling up his length. “i am never letting you-“
“- be a good boy, billy. i’ll give you what you want if you’re good,” you interrupted, reaching up to pinch his cheek playfully before it abandoned his skin.
“i swear to god-“
“i wouldn’t have had to if you had just listened to me!“ you retorted. you scooted up his torso to slot perfectly onto his chest, his slightly bent knees keeping you holstered.
“you are being such a brat. did you just want my attention? because you sure as hell got it,” he snapped.
“no!” you exclaimed, eyebrows narrowing together and the corners of your lips tensing down. “i just wanted to try something new. and you decided to be a bad boy.”
“fuck, (y/n). just fucking untie me.”
“mm-mh. you’re gonna be a good boy and let me finish!” you argued, hand reaching to grab at his chin, which he immediately turned away from you to avoid. it worked in your favor. you didnt know what came over you, but you must have channeled billy in that moment- or all of the frustration billy gave you.
“i am not. fucking bitch, i-“
he got cut off.
a smack sounded through the room. and then silence. just the heavy sound of both of your breathing. billy just saw red, far redder than the red on his cheek from where your hand had landed. you had slapped him. not hard, of course, but enough to lock in your death sentence. it was silent. an eerie silence besides his heavy breathing as your face fell when his tightened.
“d’you just fuckin’ hit me?” he deadpanned, quietly, barely above a whisper. it was rhetoric.
you nodded, clueless.
“undo the belt,” he demanded, growling like an animal.
“i’m not gonna do that.”
“fine, jesus!” he snapped, reaching his own hands up to his mouth. you watched, frozen in place as his teeth sunk into the leather to pull it apart, loosening until he could throw it aside and off of his wrists. he didn’t waste any time. he had you pinned down in a matter of seconds, hands pinned down with a tight grip, tattooing your skin with a red handprint. you stared up at him with big eyes, wiggling around and trying to rid him of yourself like he was some sort of spider catching you in his web.
“you think you can just fuckin’ hit me?“ billy barked, taking both of your wrists into one hand so he could roughly grip your face in the other. his hands were big; he could cover a good bit of your chin and cheeks like this, and he abused that power by squishing your cheeks and making your lips pout out pathetically, helplessly.
“i just-“
“no, i don’t wanna hear shit from you, unless it’s an apology, or yes sir.”
he squeezed your cheeks harder, wiggled your face side to side as you stared up at him as struggled with your wrists and his grasp. “you shoulda quit while it was still cute babygirl, but you had to be a dumb slut.”
his voice was rough, small bits of spit flying onto your face and making you jump.
“you really thought you could be in control of me? look at you,” he laughed darkly, “you’re fucking pathetic.”
“m’sorry, billy!” you squeaked out, having a hard time moving your mouth much with his hold.
it quickly left as soon as it came, leaving your face for only a split second before it laid itself back down on you harshly. it your face with enough strength to make your head fall the opposite way. you cried out, tears immediately collecting in a sheer bubble over your eyes.
“hey,” he barked, smacking you again with a heavy palm after nudging your face to the center with his knuckle. “don’t you-“ another slap. “- fucking do that. cut it out.”
you wailed each time, mouth hung open while you let your head rest forward, now bracing one side of your face. tears streamed down your cheeks with each hit, the force sending the droplets flying.
“i’m sorry, billy,” you sniffled, tugging your wrists in his hold. “i was just trying-“
“shut up.” he bit, releasing your hands just to be able to slap the other side of your face. he pushed himself up onto his knees, running a frustrated hand through his curls. it made his tricep flex, thick muscle made for throwing you around.
“up on your knees, baby.”
you whined, struggled to sit up because of how shaky you were, so billy helped you out by gripping your hips and making sure you were steady on your knees in front of him, black lace panties completely on display for him. he continued to grab your wrists again, effectively shoving your face down into the mattress with a cry. he held your forearms together at your back, pulling you flush against his cock, the thin fabric allowing you to feel his hard length against you.
“you feel that?”
“mm-hmm.”
“s’that what you wanted, baby? you just wanted my cock?”
“y-yes sir,” you whined, setting your hips back. he caught them in his hands, keeping you still where you were placed. he gave your ass a hard slap for good measure, the outline of his hand appearing on your skin as you mewled out, your fists tensing into themselves until your nails dug into your palm.
“don’t be greedy, brat. you get what you deserve,” billy spat, laying his hand down on the residue of his slap and squeezing hard.
“was gonna be nice, too,” he grumbled, reaching to the side to grab the discarded belt. “let you have your fun. but you just had to get ahead of yourself, nasty girl.”
while he was speaking, he had grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up with no support, just his hand bunched in your hair keeping you up. you whined again, your scalp burning as he gripped the roots. he snaked around your shoulder, gripping at your throat tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“you really sorry yet?”
you nodded, humming yes as best as you could.
“look at me,” he snarled. “look at me and tell me.”
your eyes snapped to the corners of your eyes so you could look at him, billy tugging your hair at an angle so you were uncomfortably craned to see his angry face.
“m’so sorry, billy-“ you sniffled.
“tell me you’re a bad girl.”
you frowned. not cool.
“i’m-.. i’m a bad girl,” you whimpered. it was better to do what he told you than to fight it- billy could get meaner, you knew better.
“much better. see how easy it is?”
you nodded quickly. you looked like a scared little puppy, eyes bright and big and eyebrows high on your face.
“words, (y/n),” he grumbled.
“yes sir- uh-huh.”
it was billy’s turn to nod in acceptance of your obedience.
“would have been so much better if you just-“ a heavy palm laid down on your ass, where you realized all you had to support you now was his clutch on your throat. “-behaved, but what more could i expect from you?”
his fingers dug into the sides of your neck, squeezing roughly until he was sure your vision got fuzzy. billy leaned in close to you, lips pressing against your ear.
“was this your plan? piss me off so i treat you like a whore?” he spat.
“no sir- was just playin’ around,” you choked out, your head beginning to feel like it was full of air. tears returned in your eyes.
“ohh, playing around,” he repeated in a mocking tone, gripping the flesh on your hip tightly with his free hand. it slid down, over the curve of your ass and squeezing the doughy skin in the process. he cupped your hot cunt, chuckling when he felt the wet warmth rub against his palm.
“you’re soaked, pretty girl. gettin’ off by getting put in your place.”
billy let go of your throat, pressing at your chest to keep you up while he wrapped the belt you used on him around the placement of his missing hand. he slid the end through the buckle, sliding it all the way down until the metal hit the back of your neck and tailed a good enough length for him to pull at like a leash. and then he pushed you down,sending your torso falling onto the mattress to your original position, forcing a wail from your air-deprived self. the hand that occupied your neck pressed against your cheek, shoving you into the mattress further as a couple tears ran down to leave little droplets in his sheets. he hadn’t told you to, but your arms stayed at your back, fingers stuck to the opposite elbow to keep them from moving.
“god, baby,” he snarled, framing your sides with his big hands to press your hidden hole against the mighty head of his cock. you squealed, screwing your eyes shut to distract yourself. “hurts me more than it does you. just wanted my good, sweet little girl.”
he slapped your ass, the side neglected from his attacks, hard enough to sound a sharp, loud vibration to wave through the room that mixed with your choked sob. and then again. and again, and again, and several more times for good measure. all while tugging at his makeshift-leash on you, making sure to abuse both sides of you as you writhed and cried out various apologies and curses. it stung. a lot. a cold sting that morphed into a flame, every slap hurting more than the last one. but it was a good hurt. a hurt you would happily accept from billy’s palm, regardless of your disobedience or not.
he eventually took pity on you and your reddened skin, nearing the purple side of the color wheel and passed the black fabric over the colors, down your thighs. it bundled at your bent knees, and billy caught the fabric underneath his knees as he loomed behind you. he pulled on the belt especially hard.
“you’re not gonna cum until i tell you to. got it?��
“yessir, mhm.” you nodded rapidly, tear painted cheek scraping against his blue sheets. you could’ve cum from just a little stimulation at that point, but you were determined to follow his rules and earn back your spot on his good side.
with a loud grunt, billy shoved himself into you, reaching your limit in one move. you moaned out, a pathetic moan that someone could’ve mistaken for a cry of pain.
“fuck, holy shit,” he groaned. “for such a nasty girl, you have got the best goddamn pussy.”
your walls clenched around him, greedily swallowing his cock in as if he could get further. you whined, whimpered, mumbling out sounds of, “ggghh,” and “ohhh,” and other weak sounds that billy ate up whole. he stayed there for a long minute, just soaking in your slick pussy lodged between puffy lips crying out of relief. he tugged on the leather, pulling you back to stay locked onto his cock. he fastened it low enough on your neck to cut off your air flow, but not enough to damage you. not that it made it any more comfortable, but he didn’t exactly care about that. he wanted to hurt you. he was an animal- grunting and growling as he kept his cock stuffed in you, basking in the way you cried for mercy.
he stayed there for several minutes, occasionally loosening his grip on the leather and giving you enough time to pant and gasp for air. you had drooled onto his sheets, spit dribbling down your chin from the corners of your lips. your head was completely empty besides the pure instinct to please him- and that was by letting him fuck you like some toy that only existed for him to use.
“billy, billy please- please, move- m’so, so sorry,” you cried, digging your forehead into the blue cloth below you.
billy choked out a breathy laugh. your pleas became a chant, a prayer hymn for billy to eat up and form some pity for you. it must’ve worked, and for a second you thought there was a god. he slid out of you, slowly, stretching you wide to the point where his length enlarged, and then rammed back into you, deep and rough. you mewled, crying a curse that left your mouth hung open wide enough to catch a spider. he repeated his actions, somehow hitting a spot even deeper in you by pulling you back by the hip. his filled balls slapped against your clit, ready to be emptied dry inside you. he worked into a steady, rough pace, deep and slow and tugging on the belt end opposite to him.
“hurts me- shit- much more than it hurts you, baby. god, just wanted my good girl,” billy’s voice rumbled, breathless and vibrating in his throat. his head fell back in a moan as you milked him, clenched around him to keep him from leaving.
he started to speed up, erratic and filthy, an uneven pace that drove you crazy in the form of a long wail, filled with pleasure and relief and the impure urge to be ruined.
“mmh- thank you, thank you!” you squeaked. your nails were digging into your elbows which were pressed into the crevices in your back. billy’s seize on your hip was bruising, a reminder that he was the one controlling your pleasure and torment. he continued at a bruising pace, sending sparks screeching through your veins like wheels on a train track. it almost hurt, if it wasn’t overthrown by the pleasure he was providing in abundance. he could feel your heartbeat, and swore he could see himself poke through the membrane of your belly when he thrusted in hard. you were getting off from it, too, he could just feel how your core got tense, like all of the rushing, angry water beating against a dam wall, searching for the tiniest crack to bleed through.
“touch yourself,” he barked, low and angry. “if you wanna cum, get there yourself.”
you knew he was serious, and a hot flash of fear stabbed at you. your fingers basically teleported to your swollen clit, yelping out as your middle finger trailed around the little pleasure-machine. it felt good, too good, with billy attacking every single nerve and it being magnified by your fingers. you couldn’t last long. you heard the slapping of skin, the sharp sounds highlighting how the back of your thighs burned from billy’s own flesh rebounding off of it. he loved the way the meat of your bottom recoiled and bounced with his thrusts, thighs open with a shaky hand lodged between them. he didn’t love how slow your fingers were, though.
“do i gotta do it my fuckin’ self? my god, you’re useless,” he chortled cruelly. his hand reached in between your thighs, the pads of his middle and pointer finger immediately snapping to abuse your aching clit. it coaxed a loud, very embarrassing shout from you, just barely muffling it by shoving your face into his bed.
“ah- billy! too much, slow down!” you sputtered, stammering in between moans and cries. your hands were about to support your body by resting on either side of your head, but billy let go of your little leash he made to grab your forearms, glueing them together so you couldn’t go anywhere unless he allowed you to. by that point he was rubbing your bud fervently, a clear goal in his head at your expense. he would tell you that this was for his pleasure, but it was almost painful how erotic this all was for billy. jackhammering into you like he had nothing to lose as you panted and cried like a dog, collar and all. you were shaking, writhing, pushing your hips back slightly every time he slammed into you. it was filthy, sweat and drool and tears.
“oh, it’s too much? oh, i’m so sorry. poor fuckin’ thing,” he explicitly lied, jesting and definitely humiliating. he responded to your complaint by just going harder, staying at the same pace with his thrusts but amplifying their force. his fingers circled your clit like he was trying to start a fire. in a matter of seconds, he felt you squeezing his cock, fluttering tightly to try and fight your pummeling release. he slowed down then, remaining at a force that let him brush up against your cervix, but now lingering there for seconds at a time. every time he pulled out, he pulled out almost all the way until your heat tried to squeeze and swallow him back in, just to jam right back into you.
billy was heaving, grunting like a beast as he gripped your leash and pulled you onto your knees, slotting his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist to hold you up. he left the belt taut, cinching your throat and forcing you to angle your head back onto him.
“don’t even think about it,” he snarled right into your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck. he laid a loud, booming hit to the side of your thigh, making you jolt forward and, in result, choke yourself. “you are going to wait.”
“yes sir- m’sorry sir,” you sobbed, nodding, sniffling and moaning when he anchored himself inside you. you could feel him everywhere, all throughout your stomach and abs, and you made it worse when you clenched down on him to create a border for your threatening release.
“tell me how sorry you are,” he huffed.
“so sorry!” you whined. “m’so sorry for- fuck, being a brat- just- just wanted your a-attention, oh my god.”
“yeah? d’you get what you wanted?”
you nodded, as best as you could. “uh-huh- fuckin’ me so good. never gonna brat a-again!”
it was getting incredibly hard to hold it. like, impossibly hard. he knew. released your leash to claw at your hips to quicken to a brutal pace. he heard you cry out, moaning like some whore to the point of shouting.
“you are such a goddamn slut, you know that?” billy rumbled, slithering between your thighs once again to rub your sensitive pearl. he laughed breathily when you mewled, basically howling at this point.
“yes sir! yes sir, i’m a slut- please, please let me cum-“
“oh, honey,” he mocked, nipping at the side of your sweaty neck. he growled through gritted teeth when he spoke, failing at balancing talking with huffing angrily through his nose like a bull. “fuck, m’gonna cum in you. fill you up.”
his hold on your hip tightened, definitely planning to leave a red handprint when he was done with you.
“you want that?” he asked, gravely and with a cruel grin. “beg me. ask me to cum in you.”
“please!” you yelped immediately. “please, cum in me- wanna be full so bad. please, billy..”
he buried his nose into your shoulder, and you could feel his heavy breath ridden with the warm scent of lust run down your back.
“please, please please,” you chanted, your own voice a husk of the phony confidence it once displayed. your face was squeezed together, cheeks protruding up high. the crevices on your forehead deepened, catching the sweat that formed. “need it so bad. m’your bad girl, please-“
he liked that. he liked it a whole lot. so much he just had to reward you by angling himself back a tad, just to slam into your g-spot and ensure you wouldn’t last long.
“you are my bad girl, aren’t you, baby?” he repeated, chuckling from the back of his throat. “you wanna cum?”
you nodded rapidly, raising your voice to mousey shout. “yes! yes, please- let me cum, please!”
“tell me you’re sorry, one more time.”
tears streamed down your face. you turned as best you could to look at him, give him the saddest doe eyes you could. there was sweat drenching the hair just past your forehead, tears mixing with spit on your chin and jaw. your cheeks were hot, burning red.
“i’m so, so sorry billy.”
he didn’t even get to finish the word before you were cumming around his thick cock. clenching down, biting, trying to milk him dry as your body imploded on itself. everything went white for a second, and you thought jesus himself would come down and give you a fist bump for literally being fucked to death. your toes and fingers were tingly, releasing the tight flex they had been posed in. one final, loud cry erupted from you, a big firework to mark your release in time. you were floating for that quick second, eyes rolling to the back of your head to where you could see billy in your head, smirking behind you, grunting and growling.
when you came to, he was still going at it. pounding into you, but now he had released your leash to wrap his bicep around your throat, choking you just enough to keep you there with him. he was huffing and puffing, going at a speed you never thought you would see billy move at. he was always so cool, even when he was angry he moved slowly, calculating his every move to get what he wanted. but at that moment, he was fucking you like some woodland beast, a folktale used to scare catholic children into obedience. you would have thought he was planning on devouring you whole.
his fingers were still working your clit, sending you sputtering and pleading for him to slow down, none of which was coherent or important. everything was so sensitive, every touch and movement a fuse that quickly lit into a fire on every inch of your insides.
“too much! too much, billy!” you sobbed, ripping your hands from your back to claw at his forearm.
“i will- fuck, fuck- i’ll tell you when it’s too much,” he bellowed.
you were full on crying at that point, the pleasure just too much to handle in your humanly body. it was so intense, but you just couldn’t pull yourself away from him. you couldn’t fight it.
it was only a couple more minutes before his thrusting became erratic, uneven and extremely sloppy. slowed down just a tad and used his arm to angle your chin towards him, so he could messily connect your lips in a hungry, feral kiss. if it could even be considered that. it was just spit and teeth and a little bit of tongue, with billy doing most of the work as your body fought to settle all of the sensations. he slammed into you once, twice, three times, before he buried his big cock into you as far as he could. you wailed, letting out a noise that mimicked that of an injured cat, but you were the exact opposite of injured. it felt like it wasn’t supposed to be there, but felt so perfect at the same time. you had never been fuller. especially when you felt a warmth, a wetness, coat your insides in a slick filth and drip down your cunt. he moaned deeply, whined a little bit, and burrowed his nose into your neck.
you were still whining, crying and wiggling against him until he slowly slid out of you. you stayed still, not knowing what he wanted you to do, as he pressed on your lower back to push you down into your starting position, where your palms pressed down on the sheets on either side of your head. your body felt numb now, weak and unable to move, but you couldn’t tell if that was because you didn’t want to.
“god, look at you,” billy said roughly, grabbing your ass and spreading you apart to watch his cum drip out of you, slide down your thighs and run down your puffy lips. he smacked you, a smack much less harsher than the ones before but still made you jolt forward and yelp. your ass was basically bruised, a dark, deep flushed color and nearing the purple stage.
you just cried more when he collected as much of his cum as he could that buried into your cunt, and then pushed it back inside you with two of his fingers.
“billy! billy, please, too sensitive!” you squealed.
“oh, baby,” he cooed. “you didn’t think i was done with ya, did you?”
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random blurb before i post full one shots!
pairing: billy hargrove / reader
tags: 18+ smut, afab!reader (she/her pronouns), little to no use of y/n, he’s gross here, cunnilingus? maybe? scent kink, no actual sex in this one! little to no plot, and pure filth. not proofread so sorry for mistakes:(
a/n: enjoy this while i edit one shots, even a little surprise story for y’all (CHAPTERS!!!) anyway ty for reading lmk what u think<3
billy’s face nuzzled into your inner thighs, you could feel his breath. your legs threatened to close but his grip on you was strong enough to not let that happen.
“i just wanna take a look at her clothed before i do anything, you’ll let me do that, right?”
you whimpered at his words, you were tired for the day but you ached, the ache from wanting to feel him close to you.
he pressed his face into your mound, a deep breath in, “smells good.” god, he’s gross. it’s even worse that you couldn’t see him under your skirt, all you had was imagining how billy was fixated on your pussy.
he breathed in again, an guttural groan released from him. you didn’t hate it but it’s just so embarrassing, billy admitted he likes how you smell but that was about perfume. was he also talking about this?
he licked the fabric, the friction still shot pleasure through your body. “should probably take this off no?” he muttered and you babbled little yes’s.
he peeked his head out, kinda grumpy he can’t keep his face down there. you slowly pulled your panties down, he watched, a string of wetness still attached to your pussy.
“shit.” he huffed, this was doing a lot to him. you were doing a lot to him.
impatience seeped through him, you were going so slow that he had decided to take it off on his own. your panties were bunched up in his hand, you stared up at him, eyes half-lidded making his lips curl up into a smirk.
he brings the wet fabric to his nose and dramatically breathed your scent in, you watched what it did to him. his cock twitched, you got even wetter. watching him act this way was almost pornographic, like a video being played in front of you.
blue eyes almost rolling back at the sensation he felt, after he was satisfied he shoved them into his jeans. “need it for later.”
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READING FOR PLEASURE
billy hargrove x f!reader
a/n: this was inspired by @billyhargrovetitties story Cruel Summer, if you haven’t read it… you must. I am obsessed with it.
summary: billy finds your romance novel and teases you about it
warnings; 18+ minors dni, pure smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, billy doesn’t pull out and he panics, oops 🙊
When you return to your bedroom, Billy’s laid out on the bed, on his stomach and propping his head up with his elbow. It’s a cute sight, makes your stomach flip and fill with butterflies as a dirty blonde curl falls in the center of his forehead. You smile warmly and then glance down to see he’s got the romance novel you’d hidden in your bedside table spread out before him and he’s reading it with this all too satisfied grin on his face. When he gazes towards you, the grin meets his eyes, crinkling them up.
“Found your porn stash,” he teases, closing the cover but keeping his fingers tucked into the page he was on. “A Gentle Feuding,” he reads the title out loud with this exaggerated wistfulness to his voice and you know your face is all kinds of shades of crimson. You hope Billy hadn’t noticed the man portrayed on the cover somewhat resembles him, blonde and tan, and that’s why you’d picked the novel in the first place.
“It’s historical,” you lamely reason, lunging forward to grab the book from him but Billy’s reflexes are as quick as a cats. He pulls it out of your fingertips and you attempt to snatch it again, but he pulls it back and you go toppling over him. Billy uses the leverage to flip the both of you over and he’s straddling your waist, holding the book over his head when you reach towards it.
“Historical filth,” he counters, cheeks a little flush from the shuffle of your bodies but that grin permanently smeared on his face.
“Billy,” you whine, “Give it here. It’s embarrassing…”
As you raise your hands to grab it again, Billy grabs your wrists with his right hand and holds them down against your chest. Your whole body feels tight with humiliation and you choke back the tears forming in your eyes. God, you could be such a baby sometimes.
That’s why Billy liked you, though. You acted like such a good girl all the time, he was relieved to find the raunchy book because it let him know that deep down, you were a little vixen and his attempts to draw it out of you had been mostly failures. You two had already slept together, just one time and whenever it came to fooling around, you were so shy.
“This thing is worn,” he comments, looking over the novel in his hand, “How many times have you read it?”
“None of your beeswax,” you huff, “Give it here, Billy. Seriously!”
As you plead, you squirm under his grip, trying to get your arms free so you can rip the book from his hand and maybe destroy it. You haven’t decided, you’re so incredibly embarrassed but it is one of your favorites.
Billy tilts his head ever so slightly, “Should I read some of it to you?”
“No!” you shriek, eyes widening up at him but a part of you is very intrigued. Billy’s voice is like honey, the timbre of it is deliciously low like it comes deep from his throat. You’re suddenly very interested in hearing him read it out loud but you’re still full of shame that he’s found the book. Your hiding place wasn’t very good but enough that your parents or siblings hadn’t found it. Of course, Billy is far snoopier than they are and you should’ve anticipated that when you went to pee, he would be going through your things.
Billy places the book down and moves your wrists to your sides, adjusting his legs so he can pin your arms underneath them. He smiles at you, retrieving the book again and flipping to the first page he’s dog-eared.
“Ya know, there’s a lot of like, bullshit in this book,” he muses, “They don’t even fuck until like almost the end of the book. And then after that it’s like more blah blah blah—“
“It’s called plot,” you argue, voice shakier than you meant for.
The blonde snorts, peering down at you, “I can get you some magazines, ya know? You don’t have to do any reading to get to the good part.”
“I don’t read it for the…” you can’t bring yourself to say the word.
“The filth? Really?” he hums, “I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s true,” you lie, wriggling beneath him.
Billy licks his lips, “Let’s see… oh, here’s where it starts getting good; ‘His hand goes somewhere unexpected. Lydia’s eyes widen as the duke’s warm, strong hand smoothes up her milky, white thighs.’.”
“Billy,” you warn, eyebrows knitting closer. It’s as sexy as you imagined but you didn’t entirely anticipate Billy would be so good at reading aloud, it’s almost like he’s practiced with it. He doesn’t stumble over any of the words like you do when you have to read aloud in class.
“Shh,” he shushes you around a smug smirk, “‘Her liquid desire seeps out as he ruffles her petticoat up to her waistline,’ Liquid desire. I like that. Clever way to say she’s wet.”
“Stop!” you protest but the words are purging your own ‘liquid desire’ and you’d rather Billy not have the satisfaction.
“Spicy stuff here. But then the dude only fingers her,” Billy complains with a disappointed frown and flips to the second page he’s dog-eared. “Ah, here we go, I really love this line: ‘Lydia writhes against Arthur but her body freezes as she feels his hardened cock pressed against her stomach.’” He lets out a short laugh, “They actually wrote cock. That’s hilarious.”
You raise an eyebrow, “What word would you use?”
“Cock, definitely, but it’s not a classy word. I thought they’d say like penis or something,” he retorts, biting his lip as he looks to your flushed face.
“Penis isn’t a sexy word,” you argue and feel yourself squirm against him, not because you want him to stop but you want to keep him under the impression you do.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Billy agrees and then asks, “Cock turns you on, though?”
Billy’s sorely mistaken if he thinks you’ll admit to that, no matter how true it is. You shoot him an annoyed look and he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He always does that so loud, you’re left impressed each time. You’d tried to do it as loud as he does on nights when you’re bored and alone but it’s never quite as good.
“Lemme see…” his eyes scan the worn pages, “Ooh, this I like: ‘She gyrated the softest part of her against the hardest of him.’”
You also liked that line, it made you think of Billy every time you read it.
“Also, do these chicks ever write about small dicks? They’ve mentioned how huge this duke is like twelve times,” he wonders aloud, lifting the book so he can look down at you.
“Sympathetic?” you bite back, wanting to tease Billy for how he’s teasing you.
“Oh, honey,” he chuckles, “you and I both know damn well I ain’t small.”
“Then they’re representing you,” you point out with a wavering smile.
Billy tsks, and then lets out a giggle, thumbing through the pages again. As he finds a particularly dirty passage and begins reading it, you can see his pants tightening over his crotch. You raise an eyebrow, flicking your eyes back up to his face but Billy is too distracted by the words he’s reading to notice.
“Well, well, well,” you say in a teasing tone.
He averts his eyes, seeing that his hard-on is pretty damn obvious in his jeans and you’ve got the perfect view of it. He actually blushes, the reddening hiding his freckles and he closes the book, tossing it behind him as he gazes down at you with his nose scrunched up.
“What?”
“You seem to like it, Billy,” you purr, not trying to suppress the giggle rising from your throat.
“Shut up,” he grumbles, scooting back and releasing your arms. They’ve kind of gone numb from the position under his legs but you don’t mind, you enjoyed every second of it. “If I reach in your pants, you’re gonna be just as obnoxiously turned on.”
“I’m the one who owns the book, Billy,” you challenge with a pleased smirk.
“So you admit it then, you read it for the filth,” he quips.
“I’ll admit that if you admit it gave you a boner.”
“I think that’s pretty obvious,” he mumbles, positioning himself between your legs and hooking his fingers into the elastic band of your sweats. He pulls them down and you lift your legs to help expel them. Billy tosses them to the floor and spreads your thighs, biting his lip as he brushes his knuckles against your clothed heat. A raspy moan is ripped from you, back arching as his knuckle brushes against your aching clit.
“Oh, Billy…”
“I can just see that ‘liquid desire’ soaking through your panties,” he muses, voice rough but the term brings a laugh from the both of you. It also makes you that much wetter.
“Oh my god,” you mutter through the laugh, “You’re never gonna let that go.”
Billy hums, pushing his nose against where his knuckles just were, “Don’t think you really want me to.” His breath tickles the skin where your thigh meets your pelvis and you inhale sharply. Your thighs tingle, heat rising up them and it’s almost overwhelming. Then you feel Billy’s stubble against the flesh of your thigh and his teeth follow, biting at your skin lightly. Your body jolts at the touch and your thighs open even wider, urging Billy to return his movements to where you want him most. His lips curl up as he rests his cheek against your inner thigh, eyes peering up at you. His pupils are so dilated, you can barely see the ocean blue around them.
“I want you,” he admits, smoothing his palm over your core and resting his fingertips against your pubic bone.
The admission draws a deep moan from you because he looks so adorable between your legs but the palm on you and the words make you desire him so deeply it almost hurts. Billy wants you. The idea itself makes your thighs tremble and your hands shoot down to rake your fingers through his dirty blonde curls.
“You have me,” you breathe but wonder how you look at his perspective and it forces you to prop yourself up on your elbows, wanting to look as pretty for him as possible.
“Can I have you?” he asks, pushing his palm harder against your center.
“Yes, Billy,” you pant out.
He sits back up, peeling your underwear off of you and then settling back down between your legs. He kisses tenderly at your thighs, brushing the tip of his finger against your dripping hole. The noise that pushes from your lips is desperate yet a thankful noise, you’ve been wanting Billy to touch you like this since he straddled you earlier. He makes a surprised but happy sound in return, swiping his tongue against your labia experimentally. The warm, wetness of it is welcomed while it’s not distinctly pleasurable, it feels really nice. His single digit penetrates you slowly while he continues to lick your pussy lips. It’s excruciating, but you know he’s doing it with purpose. The first time Billy had touched you intimately, he done the same. Teasing you with touches that were close to where you wanted but not quite there. You’d come to learn that Billy wanted you to plead and beg for him. Which you weren’t exactly confident doing yet. You still felt reserved and a little shame in asking for what you wanted. That’s presumably what got your boyfriend off: pushing you out of your comfort zone and breaking down those societal expectations.
“Billy,” you whine out, tugging at his curls.
“What?” he asks like he knows exactly what you want, a smile present in his voice.
You flush, you weren’t going to get the relief unless you explicitly requested it. You knew this and it makes your throat tighten and your mouth feel dry, tongue heavy in your mouth. You chew on your lower lip as you muster up the courage to put your desire into words.
“Not enough,” you whisper, timidly, “I want more.”
“More?” he pouts up at you, “Tell me what more means.”
“Lick…” you flush, closing your eyes as you try to gain the confidence.
“Lick what?”
“My pussy,” you breathe out, pulling his hair gently.
“I am,” he smirks, “You want me to lick here?” He presses the tip of his tongue to your clit and your head falls back against the mattress,
“Yes!”
He hums and then flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud, the fingers of his left hand digging into your thigh. It’s warm and oh so wonderful as he puts his mouth entirely on you, licking through your folds before focusing on your clit and lapping against it, nose brushing against the curls above your center. You bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. The two of you are completely alone for at least another few hours but you’re accustomed to keeping quiet, trying to keep your pants and moans of pleasure at a reasonable volume. Billy’s tongue proves to make it difficult. It’s just as fit as the rest of his body.
“Lemme,” he grunts as he pulls away, pushing your top up your chest and he exhales when your chest is exposed. You’d intentionally skipped putting your bra on today, knowing Billy was coming over. He palms at your breasts, squeezing gently as he moves up to suck hour nipple into his mouth. It feels amazing, not nearly as great as his mouth on your pussy but this is a little more intimate. You can see him better up here, how pink and plump his lips are and the way his eyelashes curl. Billy is single handedly the most attractive person you’ve laid eyes on and here he is, mouthing at your chest.
“Baby…” you whimper as he adds a second finger inside of you.
It’s all a little overwhelming but feels too damn good to stop. You’re in too deep, you’d follow Billy like a lamb to slaughter. As his fingers curl up and drag against your spongy spot, you cry out. You don’t know how much more you can take, suddenly desperate to feel his cock filling you up and stretching you out in the most beautiful way. It’ll be your second time of what you hope to be a life full of.
“Want—“ you gasp, grabbing onto his sleeve. “Want you so bad, Billy.”
He smirks up at you before sitting back on his heels. He pulls his Henley over his head and placing it next to your body. You reach out and feel the contours of his muscular pecs, brushing the pads of your fingertips against his stiff nipple. He’s like one of those Greek statues, sculpted beautifully but unlike the marble, his skin is so soft. He bites the side of his lower lip as he smiles, his eyes squinting with the expression. He’s so damn beautiful, your heart swells.
“You’re…” the compliment dies on your tongue as you suddenly feel demure.
“I’m what?” he breathes, anticipation present in his drawl.
“Everything,” you admit, bashfully.
You think you see him blush, you can’t be sure because Billy’s leaning down to kiss you. It’s a dizzying kiss, you rock your hips up with it as he pulls desire out of you. You meant it, he’s everything to you, everything for you. He’s it for you and if he’s not, there’s gonna be a helluva heartbreak. No one has been so easy to be around. Billy’s like your best friend, he makes you laugh and cry and cum. What the hell else do you ever need besides this man above you?
“Fuck,” he curses, hand on your shoulder as he pulls away, “My dicks so fucking hard it hurts.”
The complaint is nothing but a masked compliment. You widen your legs, moving your hands down to his hips so you can grind up against his clothed erection. “Need you,” you inform him breathlessly.
“You have me,” he smirks, smoothing his thumb against your cheekbone. “Can I fuck you?”
You know he asks because it’s only the second time it’s happening, or could be. You decided long ago that you wanted it, but he doesn’t know that.
“Need you to,” you counter, the walls breaking down slowly. Billy is good at urging the desperation out of you. You're sure he could persuade you into murder, or something nearly as awful.
Billy grunts, pulling away long enough to rid himself of his jeans and boxers. His cock sprouts up and slaps against his abs, angrily hard and you notice his tip is leaking more than you’ve seen before. Your mouth waters at the sight but you’re too eager to blow him. You’re clenching simply at the sight and promise of him burying his cock inside your fluttering cunt. Billy crashes his lips against yours, the shaft of his cock rubs against your soaking pussy and it draws a mutual groan from the two of you. Perhaps you can write a letter to the author of the novel, express your gratitude for it being the source of this very charged moment between you and your stunning boyfriend. You even consider writing your own spicy story about him, he’s damn good inspiration. If you ever write a memoir, you hope and pray that Billy is a lasting role in it.
“Billy,” you plead against his bruising lips.
He grabs your jaw with his left hand while he grabs a hold of his cock with his right, hissing as he runs his tip through your folds. Your body shakes under his touch, hips rocking up ruthlessly from the electricity his movements bring. The romance you read is exciting but can’t compare to his in any way. You’d much rather have him in your bed every night instead of reading until you can’t handle it and hump against your pillow in search of relief. This is tenfold better.
“That feel good?” he inquires, voice hoarse. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He says the last bit like he can’t believe it and you reel from it, reveling in the fact that you can turn Billy on just by reacting to him naturally. The carnal desire in you evaporates every wall you’ve ever built up. There’s no shame left in you as you tell him, “S’all cause of you…”
“Yeah? Am I better than the book?” he asks, circling his tip against the rim of your aching entrance.
“Picture you when I’m reading it,” you pant out the confession, eyes falling shut as his hips jerk forward from your words, his tip penetrating you in an easy, fluid motion.
“Touch yourself at the thought of me?” his voice is so hoarse and the sound of it has you clenching around him. He obviously notices it but the whine that pushes passed his lips.
“Always…”
“Fuck,” he exhales, slipping deeper inside your tight cunt. His girth is a shock, but a good one. It’s only the second time. Your fingers and also his, don’t compare. But you’re thoroughly aroused and you swallow his length easily. The burn is dull and adds to the pleasure. He continues, “That’s so fucking hot.”
His face in contorted in concentration and arousal, “The thought of you fingering this tight pussy—“ he grunts, “Thinking about me fucking you.”
“This is better,” you moan, grabbing onto his bicep as he bottoms out, balls warm against your skin.
“I think about you too,” he says between clenched teeth, “When I jerk off…”
It makes your head feel heavy, you’re totally honored. The image of Billy in his bed, pulling at his cock while your name tumbles from his lips makes your hips rock forward repeatedly. He makes a whiny noise and your eyes open, wanting to see it happen again. He’s a goddamn vision, sweating above you with curls sticking to his forehead. Goddamn, he’s so intoxicatingly sexy. Sometimes you get this overwhelming urge to grab onto his face and you indulge in it now, hands pressed against his each side of his head while he pounds into you. His eyes are intense as he stares back at you, these delicious little grunts and moans leaving his lips. The room is spinning, Billy’s eyes are so consuming it feels like he’s devouring you. You’re entranced, bodies writhing against each other while you both chase a high only the other can guarantee.
“Billy—“ you choke out, “I’m.. I’m gonna…”
You can’t finish the thought as he drills into you, his hands grabbing your hips and angling them up so he drives against your g-spot with every thrust.
“Cum?” he offers, voice throaty and hoarse. “You gonna cum for me, babygirl?”
“Ahh…” you try to tell him yes but the waves of the orgasm make it impossible as it thrashes through you, your ankles crossing behind his back as he pounds into you.
The pistons of his hips are unrelenting, you’d be impressed with his stamina if you weren’t being dragged through the most demanding orgasm you’ve ever had. You’re loud, the sound of your voice is foreign, rough and guttural. Billy seems to like it, his eyebrows rising before furrowing as he pins your hips against the mattress and bucks into you brutally. His face is scrunched up and these high pitched, pretty and desperate noises he makes are so wonderfully delicious. His movements freeze and you feel his warm completion fill you up.
“Billy…” you moan at the sensation, it’s unlike anything you’ve felt and he collapses on top of you, a panting mess as his lips find yours. The kisses are frantic and sloppy. You’re not even certain they could classify as kisses. Then his eyes are wide and he’s lifting himself up.
“Fuck, oh shit,” his voice is full of panic, “Oh, god, I’m sorry.”
You’re close to passing out, but you manage to ask, “For what?”
“I came inside you,” he explains, eyes wide.
“Mhm… felt so good,” you mumble, not able to care about his terror in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“I didn’t mean to… fuck,” he breathes against your cheek, “Gonna have to.. get a plan B.”
“Billy,” you sigh happily as you wrap your arms around him, “Mmm… feels so good.”
He relaxes at the realization that you’re not pissed at him and for a second, he lets himself revels in the fact that he’s just cum inside you and how amazing it felt. He gasps softly, “So good…”
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Steve, Billy and Eddie’s reactions to you calling them daddy in bed.
a/n: Steve and Billy join the party! Been thinking hard about this so I had to put it into words and share a quick blurb for each boy. I'll happily do more for other characters if anyone wants that!
Steve:
“Oh fuck baby, just like that” Steve moans loudly, his slick brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead like a gorgeous halo. “God you feel so good” he groans, head thrown back and eyebrows knitted in pleasure. You were presently on Steve laps, riding him in slow, deliberate bounces. Steve’s hands are on your hips, guiding your movements and worshipping your curves before gliding his hands up your waist and then to your breasts.
“Perfect tits” Steve moans as his lidded eyes run over your body, marvelling at the masterpiece that was you riding him. You begin to bounce faster on his lap and he throws his head back with a loud groan, snapping his own hips up to meet yours. You stop your movements as Steve picks up his pace and fucks you from below, hands back on your hips and digging in gently as he pounds you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up. “You like that baby?” Steve coos, licking his lips as he looks into your blissed out eyes.
“Yes I love it daddy” you moan out, hips stuttering as you try and grind against him. Steve would lose it at this, choking out a groan at how abrupt and hot it was. You try to hide your eyes with your hands shyly but Steve pulls them away and pins them tightly behind your back with one of his hands.
“Say that again” he says desperately, chest heaving from his heavy breaths. His eyes burned into yours, glowing with desire and begging you to say it again. You swallow and look up at him with doe eyes, prompting him to take your chin in his hand and ghost his lips against yours as he repeats his words.
“I-I said that I love it, daddy” you say quietly, biting your lip as you eye the gorgeous man in front of you.
“Good girl” Steve coos, stroking your cheek and planting a soft kiss on your lips as he starts bucking his hips back up into you. He moans breathily as he feels you clench around him as you get close, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles to push you over the edge.
“Cum around daddy’s dick baby.”
Billy:
Billy loves fucking you in missionary, getting to see the cockdrunk look on your face as he pounds you senseless and watches you shake under him. But more so he loves to get to see your legs splayed for him, and watch his cock slide in and out of your glistening little cunt. He loves to watch you try to take him as he completely destroys you. Billy had your legs up on his shoulders, folded against your chest as he fucked you relentlessly. His pace impossibly hard, spurred on by your loud mewls and the tears slipping past your eyes.
“Aw can you not take my cock baby?” Billy teases into your ear, licking the shell of it as he keeps up his fast pace. “Is it too big for your pretty pussy?” he asks in a strained voice, grunting as you clench around him. You moan loudly, blissed out and cock dumb, legs shaking as you feel yourself getting close again.
“No daddy!” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with wide eyes. Billy lets out a loud growl as the words spill past your lips, stopping his movements with a hard thrust and keeping his cock buried in your cunt, his hand wrapping around your throat to make you look at him.
“What was that, princess?” Billy asks darkly, voice laced with venom. “You shouldn’t have said that” he whispers into your face, grinding his hips into yours and pushing his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, whimpering as his hand squeezes your neck just a little harder. Suddenly you’re being picked up and flipped around, gasping as he puts you on your hands and knees, roughly forcing your face down into the mattress as he slides back into you.
“Now daddy’s going to have to ruin this little pussy” he spits, muscles flexing as your cunt clenches around him.
His hands quickly find your ass, grabbing the flesh roughly as he slams back into you, watching your ass bounce against him. He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red handprint in its wake as he drives into you. You can only grip the bedsheets and babble nonsense as Billy fucks you through another orgasm, the cruel glint in his eyes letting you know this wouldn’t be your last.
Eddie:
Eddie would get a lot more kinky the more he gets comfortable with his partner, especially if you’re kinky too. Once he’s used to fucking you, which he never quite feels like he is because boy does he get pussy drunk the second he sees your pussy let alone sinks into the tight warmth of it, you’ll get to see just how dominant he can be depending on his mood. This was one of those nights and Eddie had you in his handcuffs, chained between the bed frame so you can’t squirm away from him. He’d have eaten you out until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to fuck you, shamelessly grinding his hard cock against the mattress at your noises and the sweet taste of you. Eddie then begins to tease your slit and slowly pushes a finger into your tight heat, so slowly that you moan in frustration and shake your hands to try and free yourself.
“Not so fast princess” Eddie teases with a tut, wagging his finger at you. You let out a groan and arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed in need of more friction. Eddie pushes your hips down harshly and latches his lips back onto your clit as he works a second finger into you, making your toes curl as you mewl.
“Please just fuck me daddy” you whine desperately, mouth opening before you could think. Eddie moans into your cunt, devilish eyes glinting at your from between your legs as he hears what you’d said. He leans up on his elbows and wipes his chin with the back of his hand, smirking dangerously at you, as thought he’d just found out something incredibly amusing.
“Daddy, huh?” Eddie hums, eyes not wavering from your pink cheeks and fucked out expression, “Now that I wasn’t expecting.” He sits up on his knees, slowly pulling his pants down his legs and letting his cock spring free, revelling in the mewls you let out once he’s exposed to you. He loves it when you get all flustered for him, pumping his cock in his fist while you whine and desperately buck your hips in the hopes of getting some friction. He oh so teasingly presses the tip of his cock to your pussy, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him, still uselessly trying to free your hands from their constraints.
“You want daddy to stretch you out with his cock?” He asks in mock sympathy, tucking your hair behind your hand ear as you nod frantically, tears practically forming in your eyes from how badly you need him. Eddie smirks at your submission, licking his lips and throwing his head back in pleasure as he begins to sink into you.
“You’re such a good girl for daddy baby, so tight.”
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+18 minor DNI
Loving girlfriend 🤝 boyfriend who can’t help but slip his hands under her t-shirt whenever they're alone. Sometimes he doesn't even realize he's doing it. It's second nature at this point. The man just loves your emotional support titties.
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MISUNDERSTANDING I
PAIRING: eddie munson x henderson!fem reader
SUMMARY: prom is coming up. you wanted to go with eddie, eddie didn’t wanna go with you. at least that’s what you thought. insecurities kick in and you refuse to talk or look at eddie. but he can’t stand a day without talking to you. how is he supposed to apologise when it’s a total misunderstanding?
part 1 / part 2
WARNING: eddie being a rlly stupid teen boy 😡. angst! reader is rlly insecure. cuss words. jason 🙄 cuz he needs a warning. THIS IS PART 1 and it’s rlly sad. eddie and reader are both 17
“ we’re goin-”
“ we aren’t going.”
you both say at the same time, you groan rolling your eyes. “ eddie come on we have to go it’s prom!” you whine covering your face annoyed. “ absolutely not. it’s prom it’s for weirdos.” he says while wiping his guitar with a tissue. “ but eddie. we literally are weirdos. stacy mckay is handing out party invitations and we’re here talking about a fantasy game.” you say laying back down. “ yeah but henderson prom is for jocks and cheerleaders with daddy’s money.” he says cracking his knuckles. “ eds come on it’s our last-maybe your last year in highschool with me, just go to prom with me.” you whine standing up, you look around and see people in the parking lot. forgetting you were chilling on the school roof. you quickly sit back down making eddie chuckle, “ just go with your brother henderson.” eddie says laying down. you snap your head towards him, “ excuse me? i’m not going to the prom with my brother that’s so lame!” you grown. “ but we are lame for the love of god henderson.” eddie yells.
“ your going.” you stand up again, eddie covers his face with his hand. “ yeah no i’m not.” he says. you raise an eyebrow, “ yes you are.” you say holding your hand out for him. he takes it and stands up, “ nope!” he says running then jumping off the roof to the parking lot floor. you roll your eyes following him. “ this is why you have no female friends.” you say flipping him off. “ sure henderson.” he says taking your finger trying to put it in his mouth. “ ew go away.” you say shoving your hand in your pocket. eddie smiles, “ still not going.” he says crossing his hands. “ i hate you.” you say giggling. eddie puts his hands over his chest, “ oh god i’m so hurt!” he says pouting. you flip him off moving closer to him as you two walk into school.
“ freak.” someone says behind eddie, he turns around closing his locker. jason- oh god jason? what does he want with eddie. “ what do you want dipshit?” eddie says crossing his hands. jason takes a deep breath in smiling, eddie smirks. “ is your uh really hot friend going to prom?” jason says smirking tilting his head. eddie stops smirking. “ can’t ask her yourself?” eddie says pushing jason out of the way. “ come on freak, just wanna know if she’s going.” jason says catching up, putting his hand on eddie’s shoulder stopping him. eddie takes a deep breath in looking back at jason. “ yes she’s going. now go shoot your balls into laundry baskets.” eddie says shoving jason’s hand off of him. “ will do. thanks freak.” jason says patting eddie’s shoulder.
“ your not going to the prom with him” eddie says crossing his hands leaning back on your bed, “ what?” you say turning around throwing the dress you had over your body on the floor. “ why not?” you say tilting your head to the side. “ because it’s jason. ” eddie says reaching over your nightstand picking up a cassette . “ hey hands to yourself.” you say snatching the cassettes. he throws his hands up in defeat, “ come on are you seriously thinking of going with jason?” eddie says. “ yes munson.” you grown jumping on your bed covering your face. “ you seriously pick prom with jason over playing dnd? with me and dustin?” he says standing up walking to your perfume stand, spraying some of your perfume on himself. “ yes.” you blatantly say.
eddie turns around flipping you off. “ come on it’ll be fun munson! just for like 10 minutes.” you say standing up grabbing his hand. eddie turns the other way because he knows, if he looks into your eyes he’ll give in. your beautiful eyes jesus. “ we can go wearing hellfire shirts.” you suggest, eddie turns around. “ really?” he says in shock. “ no.” you say pushing past him to your closet. “ how about this one?” you say turning around holding up a baby blue dress. it’s a v-neck dress that reaches the floor, it’s usually worn with silky white gloves and a pearl necklace. “ do you like it?” you ask looking at eddie.
eddie stares, and stares hard. the image of you in the dress made him blush. blush. like blush a lot. “ hellooo! earth to eddie!” you say shaking the dress. your laugh, “ dustin!” you yell out loud. “ dustin henderson!” you yell again. “ what?” dustin says walking into your room with a bar of nougat in his hand. “ is this pretty?” you ask looking back at the dress. “ no way eddie is going to prom?” dustin says gasping. eddie shakes his head snapping out of his day dream, “ no your sister is going with jason.” eddie says standing up walking up to dustin. “ what?!” dustin yells. “ quiet!” you yell at your brother. “ why aren’t you going with eddie? he’s perfect!” dustin says looking at eddie. “ i wanted to! he doesn’t wanna go to prom with me!” you say throwing the dress on your bed crossing your hands.
“ eddie?!” dustin says crossing his hands too. “ oh my god does it run in the family?” eddie says chuckling. “ i don’t wanna go to prom because cheesy and lame.” he says throwing his hands up in defeat. “ that’s the point of the prom!” you whine sitting on the bed. “ ask steve.” dustin says. “ what? steve?” eddie says in offense.” yeah maybe i will.” you say laying down on your bed. “ you can’t ask out steve harrington.” he says crossing his hands annoyed. “ why not? its either him or jason.” you sit up crossing your hands too. “ unless..” you sing raising your eyebrows jokingly. he throws a pillow hitting you. “ absolutely not.” he says. you groan. “ is it cuz it’s me?” you say turning to look at him. “ what?! no!” he yells. “ then why not.” you say.
“ if it was chrissy asking you. you’d 100% say yes.” you mumble laying back down. he remains silent. why is he silent? you sit back up crossing your hands. “ wait seriously?” you scoff. you and dustin make eye contact. “ wow fine okay.” you stand up walking out of your room. you slam your bedroom door. you walk to the front door. putting on your converse. you open the door. grabbing your bike you immediately start riding it. are you over reacting? are you just insecure? fuck its so stupid. why couldn’t he just tell you he wanted to go with chrissy instead of having you ask him over and over again. it was humiliating. and stupid.
you start tearing up. it was dark. the only light coming from your bike. why are you starting to tear up. fuck this is so stupid. was it because you felt humiliated? or was it the fact that eddie wanted to go with chrissy and not you? who wouldn’t though. chrissy is so pretty. so so pretty. she was extremely nice. you feel so dumb and pathetic. you continue riding your bike as tears roll down your face. you take a turn to the richer side of town. you look around. you spot the house your looking for. you start paddling faster. you get off your bike. standing infront of the house you wipe your tears roughly. you take a deep breath in. you walk up to the door and knock. you gulp as the door opens revealing
“ are you crazy?! chrissy over my sister?” dustin yells throwing a cassette at eddie. eddie dodges it. “ no! no no never!” eddie yells back standing up. “ then what!” dustin yells again spit coming out of his mouth. “ i don’t want her to ask me out!” eddie yells back. dustin steps back. “ no not like that! it’s because i wanted to! i had this whole thing planned and i don’t want her to ask me out!” eddie yells grabbing the cassette. “ what?!” dustin yells again. oh for fuck sake.
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Knees Buckle (The Boys)
Warning(s); sloppy kissing, sensitive mouth,lowkey mean boys,cumming without being touched,crying/crying kink.
Pairing(s); The Boys X (Afab) Fem! Reader.
Summary; you regret telling your friends that your mouth is sensitive.
A/n; …..this is for @toomanybandstocare 🫡
“It was embarrassing! Stop laughing!” You pouted crossing your arms as you leaned against Eddie’s trailer wall. Eddie chuckled sipping his beer bottle “I’m sorry sweetheart!” Billy nodded “Cmon it’s a little funny” he added. “You guys are just fucking assholes” you sat your bottle down on his coffee table.
“Did your knees really give out? Just from a kiss?” Steve asked and you nodded “it’s normal!! I have a overly sensitive mouth anyway!” You defended and the three men looked at each other. “How sensitive?” Billy asked and you shrugged “I don’t know how to answer that Billy” you leaned back against the wall. “I’m sorry you had a bad date” you rolled your eyes “sure you are billy” “I am!” He defended hiding his smirk with his bottle of beer.
“You’ve always been sensitive” you furrowed your brows at Steve “what’s that supposed to mean!” “Even in school! If a guy just brushed your arm you’d be unable to speak” you rolled your eyes “not true…” “so true! When you first met billy you could barely form the word hi” “I’m anti social! Shut up Harrington!” He rolled his eyes.
“You aren’t sensitive when I touch you” Eddie pointed out “well yeah because I’m used to it. You’ve known me since we were 4” you sighed “I’m never gonna find a boyfriend” “sure you will!” Billy said and you continued to pout. “Dolly, stop pouting” Billy stood up sitting his bottle down and stalking over to you. “Cmon smile for me” he cupped your cheeks and your face flushed from his close proximity.
“What’s gonna make you smile hmm?” He tucked hair behind your ear and you felt like your brain was mushed. Billy chuckled “will a kiss make it better?” He offers and you nod “mhm” you mumble expecting him to kiss your cheek like normal. He smiled and dipped his head down pressing his lips to yours, you let out a gasp and he pressed his tongue into your mouth. His hand cupped the back of your neck keeping you pressed to him.
Your hands fisted his red button up your knees feeling week and like they were about to give out until he pulled away. You gasped leaning down into his chest as he smirked “did your knees wanna give out pretty girl? Hmm?” You didn’t say anything just focused on trying to fix your breathing and Steady your jelly legs.
You didn’t even get a chance because Steve was pushing Billy out of the way and capturing your lips in his and you whined your thighs trembling. Steve gripped your chin keeping you held to his mouth as he kissed you pleasure shooting though you from your mouth. Steve pulls away leaving your lips wet and sloppy and you’re clinging to him.
Your release is once again short lived as Eddie grabs you and tugs you to him kissing you just as roughly as the other two. He wrapped a arm around your waist helping you to stand as he kissed you roughly. Pleasured pangs shot through your body and when Eddie pulled away your legs gave out and you fell down to his carpet you body shivering. Tears pricked your eyes and your face was flushed as your thighs twitched.
“Dolly, did you just cum?” Billy asked and you shook your head “n-no” you stuttered and Steve chuckled “oh you so did. What a naughty little girl” Steve chides and you were limply clinging to Eddie’s jeans, hand fisted into his jeans. “You guys are so….so mean” you sniffled and Eddie bent down lifting you up “Awh, don’t cry sweetheart we are sorry. Just wanted a little fun didn’t mean for that to happen” you hiccuped tears streaming down your face from embarrassment.
“Liar!” You whined and the three men chuckled Eddie sat down with you in his lap, Billy coming over and tilting your head back against his chest “maybe we just wanted to see those pretty little tears of yours Dolly” you sniffled “such a pretty little thing” he pecked your lips again and you squirmed. “sorry baby we’ll fix it, make it right Cmon” Steve pulled your face over to him and pecked your lips. “Yeah, we are gonna make it feel so much better good girl.” Eddie promised and pecked your lips.
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Thigh!kink with Billy Hargrove.
A/N: MMMM MY MAN. i had so much fun writing this and i’m totally not super late on kinktober🙊
Kinktober Masterlist 🎃🦇
Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Fem!plus size!reader.
⚠️Smut under the cut!!⚠️
Billy LOVES your thighs. He’s always grabbing them while he drives, while he fucks you, while you two are in class together, and also when y’all are just hanging out.
His hands are always on your thighs. Billy also loves how big they are, he gets upset when you talk bad about your weight or how big you are.
The bigger, the better. 🤷🏻♀️
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“fuck— Billy!” you cried as he overlapped at your pussy. His hands gripping onto your thighs covered in handprints, bruises, scratches, and hickeys from Billy.
He growled against your pussy as he looked up at you, your hand gripping onto his dirty blonde curls and your moans filling up the room like water had Billy practically drooling.
“You’re gorgeous, princess. Absolutely stunning, every inch of you.” he said, biting onto your thighs, his arms slipped under your thighs to hold you down from squirming didn’t do much.
“hold still, baby.” he said as you panted.
“Say it. Say you’re perfect, or i won’t let you cum.” he said in a demanding tone.
“M’perfect!” you cried as you fought to control your release. “Good girl.” he said as he overlapped at your pussy again, smirking to himself when your juices leaked out of you and all over him.
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Edit of Eddie: Sofiiel
Stripper!Eddie x Shy!Fem!Reader
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 (end)
⚠️ +18 MDNI, Stripper!Eddie, Stripper!Billy, Stripper!Steve, sensual dancing, shyness towards men, nervousness, fainting, sexual innuendos.
Summary: You thought you were cursed with your shyness, but after one embarrassing night, you decide it's time to change, and you believe someone might be able to help with that.
A/N: IDK MAN. I just needed to write this down so that my brain could stop messing with me and I am still writing. This will be a two part thing, maybe three, with long chapters. It will have smut, and a lot of sexual tension my boys, but it won't be a long series.
As always, all reblogs help, tagging it, and I always enjoy reading your comments!
Part 1
You shouldn’t be here.
You knew you were not going to be able to tolerate it, yet, here you are, at your best friend’s bachelorette party. You weren’t nervous about that, no. Before coming to the place you are now, you had all gathered at her home, which was decorated and drinks, food and games were all around to play with.
Most of the time, you could handle the decoration your other best friend picked. Robin was in charge of decoration for Nancy’s wedding, and everywhere you looked, a dick was there. In all shapes, colors, and some were not even humanly shaped. But there were times in the day where you had to excuse yourself to catch your breath in the bathroom because of it as well.
And now, things have gotten worse. Extremely worse. Because you seriously forgot this part of the party. This part that Robin had talked to you about. This part where you begged her to not do it because it was super cliché.
You were at a strip club. A male, strip club.
“Best seats on the house ladies!” The host greeted us and you could read the name on the tag as Joyce. She seemed nice, and welcoming, but the place you were in wasn’t remotely inviting to you. The table, in question, was right next to the end of the catwalk, so you were going to have the show right in front of your face.
You were sweating already, feeling your stomach flutter around as you looked around to all the excited women waiting for the show to begin. You didn’t even read the presentation of the men that were performing tonight. There were pictures at the entrance, with their names, ages, and some hobbies, but you couldn’t even do that.
“Hey, you okay?” Robin whispered to you worriedly, and you snapped your head towards her. You didn’t even know you were staring at the catwalk with a terrified look in your face. “You can go to the bathroom if you want, or just go wait in the car? I don’t want you there alone, but if it’s too much, just leave.” She says to you, not promising to go with you if that does happen.
You cannot blame her, and you can’t be mad either. She had organized everything, knowing you couldn’t do it. Knowing there was no way you would do a reservation on a place like this. She can’t leave Nancy, not even if Barb, Vickie, and Kali were there, so you just nodded at her, trying to shake your nervousness away.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine Robs.” You replied to her and she sighed, giving you a small nod. You didn’t want Nancy to have a bad night, so you believed you could endure this, just for an hour or two.
But your shyness towards men has followed you since childhood.
You tried kissing, getting a boyfriend, even having sex, yet, meeting random men made your nerves go crazy on you, to the point of almost feeling like throwing up. You thanked your dad for this horrible curse. Growing up with no male figure whatsoever, and your mom being cheated on three times in your face did nothing to help with your shyness, and sometimes, even fear. Just small of it.
You weren’t afraid of men. You were afraid of what they could do, of what they could ruin in just a second, of how manipulative they can be. You know women can do that too, but you never met one like that, nor heard stories about it. You’ve seen it in movies of course, even books of the woman being the cheater and the horrible person you believed only men could be.
But the shyness always worsened if the man before you was handsome. Your ex boyfriend was just remotely attractive to you, that’s why you gave it a chance. It sounds horrible, but you weren’t attracted to him, because if you were, you were sure to shut down every time he talked to you.
It’s sad you weren’t attracted to women like Robin is, or bisexual like Vickie. If you were, you might not even have this problem, or maybe yes, because if you were attracted to women too, then this issue might even escalate there.
But you weren’t, so that’s why your shyness didn’t exist around the female crowd.
“Okay ladies, prepare your bills!” Barb yelled excitedly and your heart almost jumped out of your chest. You were seated the farthest away from the stage, so you would have to just sit back and hope to make no contact with whoever dances on that stage.
You were also hoping these men weren’t even remotely handsome.
The lights went off as your drinks were getting delivered and you were chugging down on your Margarita as if it were water to make your nerves go away, knowing very well they won’t, while the rest of your friends yelled loudly in excitement. The tables full of ladies around you also yelled loudly as Unholy from Sam Smith started playing and your breath caught in your throat as the first man walked out.
He had brown hair, with a bit of volume and styled nicely, brown eyes, and he was dressed like a priest, rosary dangling in his left hand. He was handsome, yes, but thanks to the outfit your nerves were still remotely stable. You heard the ladies all around you cheer while drinking some beer.
“Hello Stevie boy!” You heard the woman coo as she waved at him, and you saw him wink back at her. She must be a regular you thought. The lights were bright as he walked down the catwalk, between the tables, and you were feeling your leg going up and down as he came closer.
The lights suddenly went fully red as the chorus hit, and his grand had gripped the collar of his cassock, and in one tug, he had ripped the buttons, fully opening his garments and your eyes widened, your stomach turning into a sea of nerves and nausea as his abdomen was revealed, slightly toned, beauty marks all over. Your eyes trailed downwards, and he was wearing some tight short black briefs. Your friends all cheered as he took the garment off, throwing it on the floor as he swayed his hips while running the rosary all over his chest, down towards his abs.
You were surprised no one was offended by this.
He turned towards the table that was opposite of yours and dropped on his knees as he swayed his hips towards the ladies there. You had perfect view of his ass and you blushed a deep red as you tried to look away. You were glad it wasn’t your table, because you weren’t going to do what the ladies in that table or your friends were going to do.
Dollar bills were being shoved in his briefs by hungry and lustful hands, and he always kept a smile on his face. You turned to see he was facing your table and the blood in your system drained completely. He crawled over and as he reached the very edge of the catwalk, he glided his abdomen down, as if grinding onto the floor, and his eyes were trained on Nancy.
She was wearing a small crown with white flowers, and a small white veil dropped at the back of her head. He knew it was a bachelorette party. You sighed with relief knowing this now. You weren’t going to be the focus of it! All the men were going to pamper Nancy because they know it’s her bachelorette party! One last whoop of ‘freedom’ before tying the knots.
He jumped off the catwalk as he stepped over towards Nancy. You saw how he moved Nancy’s chair to face away from the table and she was giggling at the strength he had. You were trying to keep up with the clapping to the music but you were distracted as he stood over Nancy, over her lap, both hands gripping the back of her chair, his face inches from hers.
You were sweating now. You don’t know how Nancy could be smiling at this, shoving bills in his briefs. He bit onto the rosary that was wrapped in his left wrist, making it unwrap itself from there, and let it dangle from his mouth as he grabbed onto her hands and made her roam his chest, down to his abdomen sensually.
“GO NANCE!” Robin yelled while cheering and you were just stunned at how calm everyone is about this. He was swaying his hips over her as their eyes were locked with one another. You could see him smirking with the rosary’s beads still in his mouth and your jaw almost dropped at how sexy this man was, and you were extremely intimidated by it.
Your feet wanted to up and leave, but you were trying to stay calm, knowing Nancy had her veil on, and the night would be on her.
This Stevie boy leaned down to her face and his nose nudged her cheek, and you were sure he was going to kiss it, but he didn’t. He was letting heavy hot breaths onto Nancy’s skin, making it have goosebumps all over and shiver. Knowing this, Steve finally pulled away, putting the rosary around Nancy’s neck, winking down at her and pushing himself off her.
He hopped on the stage, the song finishing while the women cheered all around. He bent down towards his outfit to get something out of pockets and your eyes widened when he took a bottle out, a large vial with a cross on it. He grabbed onto the cork with his teeth, smirking as the crowd yelled in excitement. He walked back towards Nancy, dropping down off the stage, the lights shining on them as he handed Nancy the bottle and making her stand up from her chair.
Nancy bit her lip as he slowly got on his knees, his hands over his chest in a praying position and you felt your heart coming out of your throat as he smiled up at her. She put the bottle over his chest and tilted it, dropping the water on him. All the girls were cheering and you looked down to the table to fight the shakiness and the blush on your cheeks.
How did the girls do this with no problem?
The song ended and he got claps all around as well as Nancy who was fanning herself with her other hand. The man stood up, completely drenched, his body glistening under the lights. Nancy took all of the bills from the girls and started shoving them in the edges of his briefs while he chuckled at her enthusiasm. He knew she liked the show.
“What a lucky man.” You heard him flirt with her, giving the table a wink which made you jump slightly, and he got on the catwalk under the dimmed lights, receiving claps and last hollers as he picked his outfit from the stage and gave a last smile to the crowd before disappearing behind the curtains.
“Oh my god.” Nancy made you snap out of your staring as she fixed her chair back onto the table, and she was still fanning herself, putting the bottle on the table. “I am definitely taking that as a souvenir.”
All your friends giggled and you couldn’t even take off the panicked look you had on your face. You licked your lips as everyone ordered a new round of drinks. You needed to calm these nerves down and you decided to talk to Robin again.
“Robs, how many dancers are there?” You asked her and she winced slightly and then sighed.
“Just two more.” Two. Two, okay that wasn’t so bad, you can handle two more. “You doing okay? Was that too much?”
“A little freaked out, but thankfully, Nancy is going to be the main person at our table, so I won’t be even near these men.” You said, almost as if convincing yourself and Robin nodded at you with reassurance which made you sigh a little bit in relief. You can handle a little more, it was bad, but it didn’t happen to you so watching it was tolerable.
After a few minutes, Joyce brought another round of drinks and you had another Margarita ready to be downed in two seconds. Your nerves stood on end as the lights dimmed again. You heard the roaring of a car as the song ‘Bad Karma’ from Miley Cyrus started blasting on the speakers.
The curtains opened to a man wearing just a denim jacket over his naked torso, a blonde mullet in his hair, sunglasses over his eyes, while his legs were covered in tight jeans and a black belt around his waist. The women cheered and you could see some already fanning their faces.
“This is Billy, right?” You heard Barb ask Kali, which the girl nodded excitedly. You could see the man smirk, showing his teeth towards the crowd as he licked over them as if excited. He walked a little bit to be in the center of the stage, and he turned around to shake his hips slowly while holding onto his jacket, opening it wide. Your eyes fixed on his backside, and his ass was even better than the last man. You felt your body burning wildly as he turned around, showing his torso in his full glory thanks to him widening open his jacket.
Moans could be heard in the song and this Billy guy bit his bottom lip as he started to take off his jacket, slowly, swaying side to side, teasing all the women he was standing in front of. They were whining at him for not fully taking his jacket off. He nodded towards his jeans and the women understood perfectly, standing excitedly to shove some bills into the edges and some in his pockets while he chuckled, his hips moving from side to side.
He fully took off his jacket, throwing it towards the start of the stage and the women cheered as he grabbed the hands of an older woman, looking like 70’s or more, while bending down, kneeling in front of her. She was laughing, feeling shy about the action, shaking her head to a younger woman who was encouraging her. You tilted your head at the woman in confusion. She was acting shy, trying to pull away with a smile to her face but he was still holding onto her. If she didn’t want to, why was he making her do it?
You saw how his smirk turned into a soft smile, intertwining his fingers with hers, saying something to her and you could see the woman smile, while giving him a soft nod and she put both her hands on his chest, and he yelled out in cheer towards the crowd, who all clapped and cheered for the bravery of the lady.
He smiled down at her as the woman retreated her hands with a giggle. The younger one was laughing next to her, cheering her on and this man bent down to give the older woman a kiss on the cheek, leaving her red and you could even see the words ‘thank you’ displayed on her lips. He stood back up, his smile turning into a devilish smirk again as he scanned the room. His eyes landed on your table again, and you jumped slightly because you didn’t know who he was looking at, but you didn’t have anything to worry about it, because it was Nancy’s bachelorette party—
Nancy wasn’t wearing her crown. She didn’t have the veil on.
You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as he walked towards the table, hopping off the catwalk and walking by Nancy, passing his hand in the back of her chair. He then passed behind Robin’s. You tensed up when you felt his presence behind you, your knuckles going white on your thighs, not even daring your gaze to follow him. Your heart was beating wildly, like never before. If you were to look at your smartwatch, it was probably at 165 bpm.
You felt the air you were holding in your lungs leaving you when he didn’t grab your chair, or you for that matter, but he held tightly onto the back of Barb’s chair, tilting her backwards for her head to look up at him, hitting onto his torso. He grinned at her, taking his sunglasses off and you were stunned to see the brightest set of eyes you’ve ever seen in your whole life. You didn’t expect those irises, and you could see Barb’s throat bobbing up and down nervously.
He put her back in place as he shoved one of his sunglasses’ temples down Barb’s cleavage, hooking them in place there. His hands ran over her chest and down her sides. You saw your friend’s eyes close as she shivered with a smile on her face. You caught something in your peripheral view, and saw Joyce walking with a small tray. She put it in front of Barb and your eyes widened when you saw a small glass with salt in it, a slice of lemon, and a shot of tequila.
“Oh…” Barb said with wide eyes, and she felt her chair being pulled away from the table and the man chuckled at her, stepping in between her and the table, showing her his white teeth.
“That’s for me, sweet thing.” The women around us cheered and swooned, as Nancy hollered towards Barb while he bent towards Barb’s ear to whisper something and you saw Barb smiling and nod in approval.
You gulped tightly as you saw him grab the lemon from behind him and then hold onto the back of Barb’s head, tilting it backwards. He ran the lemon onto the side of her neck, dampening it, and then he ran a thumb on Barb’s chin, making her open her mouth. He put the side of the lemon’s skin in her mouth and she held it in between her teeth. He then grabbed onto the salt, and put some on his hand.
The ladies around us were clapping with rhythm at the same time, encouraging what was happening as he smiled devilishly at his crowd. He then looked down at Barb and pressed the salt onto the dampened part of her neck, sticking it to the skin. She shivered at the touch and he then wiped his hand on his jeans as he held onto the tequila shot in his other one.
“Ready for me?” You heard the women ‘woo’ at his words and you almost covered your eyes as he tilted Barb’s head to the side, leaning down towards her with a smirk on his lips. He took his tongue out and gave it a flat lick, slowly, sensually, pressing his tip at her pulse point as he felt the salt finish.
“Holy fuck.” You heard Robin say and you just wanted to bolt the hell out of there. This was too much, even for you, a spectator. He took the shot, throwing his head back with it, throwing the glass to the side, and it didn’t even break. He held onto the back of Barb’s head, leaning back down to lick onto the lemon on her mouth. Barb’s fingers were hooked at the front pockets of his jeans, pulling him close. He smirked widely as he finally bit onto the lemon, his lips touching Barb’s as he did so.
Your breath got caught in your throat. You didn’t know Strippers could kiss guests, clients at that. In the cheek, or neck, was one thing, but on the lips?
Your group of friends had dollar bills in their hands, ready to put them in his pants and you felt a deep blush creep in your face from nervousness and embarrassment. You didn’t want to be the only one to not put a bill there. He was just doing his job, but you were just too shy to do so. Robin grabbed your hand and put a bill in there and you were wide eyed looking at her.
“I’ll help you, you can just close your eyes!” You were thankful for Robin. She was helping you in not being seen as a cheap person, not paying them for their entertainment. You nodded nervously at her, gulping loudly as you saw the Billy guy finally pull away from Barb. He took the lemon out of her mouth, throwing it onto the tray again. She was smirking at him and he followed her gaze to his pants and he saw the money she shoved in the front pockets of his jeans.
“What a sneaky baby.” He winked at her and he walked towards Nancy for her to shove her bills in his pockets, then Kali, then Vickie, Robin, and you felt your breath on your throat as he looked at you, cocking his head to the side as he inspected you. Robin grabbed tightly onto your hand and you closed your eyes, feeling your heart in your throat as she guided you towards the hem of his pants. As soon as you felt the denim, you shoved the bill there, and your hand flew back to your lap, as well looking down at your table.
You didn’t even look if he was still there or not, but you felt your body on fire, and cold at the same time. You didn’t know if you would be able to take another dancer. The anxiety and nervousness was destroying you inside out at this point.
“He’s gone.” You heard Robin whisper and a sigh of relief escaped you as all the girls looked at you worriedly.
“You can go to the car, I won’t get mad babes…” Nancy coos at you and you look up at her. You remembered how Nancy helped you move into your apartment, settle in, help you call your internet service and fight off the plumber that wanted to scam you for a leak that was in the kitchen sink. You shook your head at her and let out a breath.
“I’m okay, it’s just one more, right?”
“I took off my veil so that everyone could have the chance of a dance–” At that Kali intervened.
“We don’t mind if you put it back on, it might make her feel more comfortable.” You were thankful for the friends you had, all understanding, but you didn’t want to ruin their fun, so you put on a bright smile on your face and nodded at Barb.
“What if the next dancer does something even wilder than what this Billy dude did to Barb here?” You said with a laugh and the girls erupted in giggles as Barb herself blushed a deep red.
“Oh god… You guys know I’m not one the guys go for, so it felt… so nice.” You knew about Barb’s self esteem being low, but you always found her so beautiful. You didn’t understand how she didn’t see that in herself.
“You look hot Barb! And I am a lesbian, so take it as a fact.” Robin said and Vickie nodded at that, smiling widely.
“I second that.” A blush creeped on Barb’s cheeks and she gasped when she felt the sunglasses hanging on the V-Shaped cleavage of her shirt.
“Oh… Guess I have a souvenir as well.” Barb smirked and you smiled at her happiness and giddiness. You wished you could react like that when a handsome man did something nice for you, but all you ever did was mutter a silent ‘thanks’ and walk away when it happened. You once had a nice looking man help you reach the top of a shelf in the supermarket, helping you get the raspberry jam you couldn’t reach.
You turned around to thank the person before you, but as soon as you saw the beautiful middle aged man that stood behind you, gray hairs and all, you almost fainted. Your air pipe immediately closed, and you felt too dizzy to even say anything to him.
So you ran away, forgetting the jam and all.
It was a curse because you didn’t know how to solve this, and you cannot be in a relationship if you have no attraction towards the person. Your sex life would be miserable, and you won’t ever be entirely happy. The worst part, is that, if you catch feelings, the person before you would look beautiful to you no matter what, so you were scared of it ever happening, even though you terribly desired it.
You stiffened when the lights dimmed again, and you saw many women near the catwalk and stage get up excitedly. You could hear whispers here and there while you looked around to see what was going on.
“Last time, I got a lap dance from him, it was so good Donna.” You heard a woman say to the other and then another conversation caught your ear, right behind you.
“You think Eddie will have his hair down or in a bun today?”
So, the last man’s name is Eddie. Okay, just one more dance, and he might not even target your table now! Nancy doesn’t have the veil on, Barb already had a sexy time, so they have to prioritize other tables, other clients. Yes. It’s alright, you can do this, there’s no problem at all, you just have to push through your nerves and nausea and–
‘Do I wanna know?’ by Arctic Monkeys started playing and you shivered at the tune. You didn’t even want to look, but the excitement and shine in your friends' eyes made you a little curious as to what they were looking at. You turned your head towards the stage, and your eyes widened like plates as you saw the man standing on it..
You felt your air leaving your lungs, quite literally at the sight of him. He was extremely gorgeous, even without the clear irises the last guy had, Eddie was absolutely mesmerizing. He had his hair up in a bun, some stud on his chin, and then your eyes went downwards, towards his outfit. He had a black crop top on, with a leather jacket on top, but your eyes bulged when you saw the happy trail of dark hair, going from his abs, down the hem of his leather pants that were tightened with a black belt that had handcuffs at the front of it.
He was too attractive, too inviting, and you felt like vomiting at this very moment.
He winked towards a group of ladies on the side and headed towards them, bending down, grabbing onto the bottle of champagne one was holding. He took a sip of it, and held onto the cheek of the girl before him. You felt your heart almost coming out of your mouth as the girl, willingly, opened her mouth. He leaned forward, and kissed the woman before him, giving her the alcohol he just took a sip of.
Okay, he is a bold one. A very bold one.
He pulled away with a smirk to his face, leaving the girl completely dazed and your jaw dropped when you saw her put a One Hundred Bill in the front pocket of his leather pants. Not only did she put one in his pocket, but another girl next to her as well, and the next one too. Why are they handing out one hundred bills as if it were candy!?
You saw him starting to pull off his jacket, revealing his arms full of tattoos, as he swayed it back and forth on his body, fully taking it off after some cheering, and he threw it on the floor afterwards. He bit his bottom lip as he dropped to his knees, and your eyes widened when his hips started moving back and forth, slowly, graciously, as if thrusting into something. The girls on his right were waving bills at him with excitement in their voices. He chuckled, sliding towards them and your eyes widened when he held a man’s hand.
You took notice of Eddie’s hands, covered in rings as he put the man’s knuckles up to his lips, kissing them tenderly. The young man was fanning himself as the girls next to him were squealing, yelling ‘Happy birthday Johnny!’ to him. Eddie motioned for something behind the girls, at their table, and one of them grabbed onto a plate that had a slice of cake on it.
Eddie scooped some of the whipped cream with his fingers and he smirked as he wiggled them in front of the man’s face.
“Oh my god…” You gasped as you saw the young guy opening his mouth, and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You felt your stomach do a violent turn at that, your nervousness was now at its peak. Everything with this guy was not even discreet, or with double meanings. He was going straight to the point, taking what he wanted, not even scared of doing so.
You could handle the small dances, and hip grinding, but going for a straightforward kiss? Sticking his fingers inside someone else’s throat? He was definitely the favorite, and you could guess why, but you didn’t want to stay and find out just what else he was willing to do. You didn’t think you would be able to push away your nerves any longer, so you nudged Robin, catching her attention.
“Robs, I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom until this show is over.” Robin nodded at you, and squeezed your hand.
“I figured, he is… He is something else.” She said with a small chuckle and you could only nod, gulping heavily as the beat of the song rang in your ears.
“Send me a message when it’s safe to come out, okay?” You say to her and she gives you a thumbs up. You stood up, not daring to look forward, or catch the man’s eyes. You don’t want him to think you were bored, you just simply couldn’t take the boldness of it all anymore. You went to grab your purse, and suddenly you froze.
Over your hand, which was on top of the small container with your belongings, a ring clad hand pressed over your knuckles, stopping you. A light was on you, and you felt your blood completely drain from your body as a wood-like scent invaded all of your personal bubble. You didn’t know where to look, what to do, what to say to escape, and you felt yourself take a sharp intake of breath when you felt his other hand gliding over your left thigh, just gently, as if brushing.
“Is my show boring you, princess?” A hot breath brushed your ear as he spoke low towards you. Goosebumps displayed all over your body, a sharp shiver ran up and down your spine and you felt a cold sweat invading your body. It wasn’t panic, it was plain nervousness, anxiety of being this close to a man. A handsome man. A man that was bold with his movements, not even a stutter in them.
He grabbed onto your hand, and turned you around, making you face him and if you didn’t have breath in your lungs before, right now, every part of you was empty. No air, no blood, nothing. The only thing you felt was the tight knot in your stomach, and shakiness happening on your knees. You wanted to tell him, talk to him, say that you weren’t comfortable, but you couldn’t speak. Your words were completely snatched away.
His brown eyes were staring into yours, as he guided your hand up, behind his head, and you felt the bun on top of it as you kept staring into his face. You didn’t know if you were red or pale at this point, but you needed to run away. He grabbed onto the tie of his bun with the tip of his finger, and pulled, letting his hair cascade around his face and on top of his shoulders.
Your eyes were wide, lungs contracting on themselves as the man before you became even more handsome than before just by letting his hair down. Your heart was breaking your chest open, because never in your life have you had an interaction like this before with a man. Not with someone as attractive as he was. Not with someone who was making your nerves go crazy in your whole body, making you hyper aware of everything around and how his eyes were staring down at you.
You were feeling your breath quicken as he guided your hand with his, downwards, under and you felt your fingertips run over his crop top and then towards the hem of it. You jumped slightly when you felt his skin under your hand, and you started feeling light headed, dizzy, and you needed air, god, you needed air. His face got close to you once again and you wanted to pull away, run, anything, you needed to leave and you couldn’t communicate it.
“No need to be shy with me sweetheart.” And his nose brushed with yours. He was going to kiss you. He was going to smash his lips with yours. He was going to close the distance. You were going to be able to taste him. You were going to have his scent go into your nose and fill your lungs completely with it. Your body will flush against his, press against his chest, his hips pressing against yours.
He was going to kiss you.
And you blacked out.
End of part
A/N: I always believed that if Barb and Billy remained alive and helped the group, they would definitely do the Enemies to Lovers thing. Like, yes.
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Fic Recs Masterlist - Billy Hargrove
I've put together a list of Billy fics/imagines so they're easy to find! I'm so obsessed with all of these :)
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FIC RECS PART 2
Imagines
Piercings and Polaroids - @thephantomofthe-internet
Club Heaven - @billys-pretty-babe
Life Guard - @writethrough
loving you - @bookshelf-dust
billy vs. the grinch - @bookshelf-dust
you wanna talk about it? - @bookshelf-dust
kids show up, and i get no kisses - @bookshelf-dust
all because of a fucking skating rink - @bookshelf-dust
god, this place is such a shit hole - @bookshelf-dust
Your Part Of My Family - @chloe-skywalker
Halloween Party - @chloe-skywalker
Heather - @thelovelylolly
i know a place - @billysbabyy *smut
At Peace - @billys-pretty-babe
Gone - @billys-pretty-babe
Better Off As Friends - @billys-pretty-babe
Happy Birthday, Baby - @billys-pretty-babe
Not freaks - @ashwhowrites
When The World Seems So Cruel - @queers-gambit *smut
Just To Ourselves - @billyhargrove-s
and I didn't like the ending - @billysbabyy
What’s ok for me - @pastel-pillows
SUPERNOVA - @billlydear
GOT A LIGHT? - @billlydear
MEDIC - @billlydear
It's Always Been You - @thegreencanary
Love is Too Simple a Word - @fics-and-quotes-andthelike
A Place to Land - @writethrough
Found You - @writethrough
starved - @starrywriting
forget - @capricornuh
I Know Better - @writethrough
As it Should Be - @waiting4inspiration
Shining Through - @sweet-villain
All Mine - @duramater97
Billy Hargrove x Reader !Panic Attack!SA! - @kennarose1108
Healing Touch - @waiting4inspiration
A Treat - @sweet-villain
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NSFW/ MINORS you are not invited to the sex, you're gross
Tell me
Daddy Dom Billy Hargrove x Shy Princess Reader
(this was going to be a one off but here we go, another wip au)
You're Billy Hargrove's girlfriend except he refuses to call you that. He calls you his girl, his baby, and more importantly: princess. He's different from you in every way and most think he's just using you.
Sometimes you do too. It's easy to think the blue eyed boy is toying with you. The way his lips tilt up in a mocking grin that makes his eyes staring down at you twinkle. He makes you feel small.
Other times Billy makes you feel secure and safe with him. He never lets anyone make fun of you or look at you funny. He doesn't let you do it either. Only Daddy can make you cry, that's rule number one.
Rule number two is you must always call him Daddy, He's not your boyfriend, he's daddy. If he catches you calling him anything other than that, your ass will be sore. In more ways than one your ass will be sore and you will be sobbing by the time he's done.
Rule number three is his favorite because of how shy and innocent you are. You have to tell him what you want in the bedroom and outside of it. Billy likes to spoil you as much as he likes punishing you. It's also the rule that took the longest for you to get right.
Even though you're used to tell him what you want you still feel shy. It makes you pause and hesitate to the point that Billy sometimes has to prompt you, "Tell me, princess." His amused grin lays a lingering kiss on your heated throat. Long tongue swipes across your beating pulse before he pulls back. Blue eyes stare into your own, "Don't disappoint me by making me remind you, tell me."
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Heaven's in your eyes
This is to answer a request I received from an anonymous user a couple of months ago “Billy asks shy reader out and is protective over her”, for some reason I can't directly respond to their post still getting used to Tumblr. Sorry for taking a while to write this one. Anyway, I got a little bit carried away and turned it into a short fic, I just loved the whole concept. I’ll definitely post a part 2. Comments and constructive opinions are always appreciated 🩷
Part 1
You have always watched him from a distance.
There was something magnetic about him. Where he was, energy swirled.
You have never spoken to him. He’s something inaccessible to you. He hangs out with the popular crowd. Yet, unlike all of them, he doesn’t seem to pretend. He doesn’t show up. He naturally exudes an aura that makes him alluring. He’s not just what could be called "hot." No, he’s beautiful. When you first saw him in the school hallways, you could swear that for a second, your heart stopped. He was playing with his lighter, walking with an assured stride in the direction of his classroom with Jason Carver. He was a palette of contrasting colors that stood out in perfect harmony. His tanned face was framed by long, golden curls that almost fell over his shoulders. He looked straight ahead as he listened to the boy at his side with his red mouth stretched into a smirk that revealed white teeth. His cupid bow was dusted with stubble. It was no surprise that most of the girls looked at him with no shame, the shyest ones glancing up as soon as he passed them. That California boy did not look like a boy. He looked like a man. You could tell by the way he was built, the black leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders, the muscular legs in his denim jeans.
You had realized that you were staring openly at him when he passed by you and, probably feeling the weight of your gaze on him, his eyes had met yours. There, something had happened inside you. His eyes were the purest blue you had ever seen. They were crystalline. But it was the long dark lashes that gave his gaze something expressive and unique. They were the embodiment of what is called a piercing gaze. It was a unique paradox: as angelic as it was rough in outline. Awakening from your enchantment, you lowered your gaze with an abrupt jerk of your head and resumed putting your books away in the locker, feeling your cheeks on fire and your heart beating wildly.
That was the only time you had even a remote semblance of contact with him.
As you rush to your English literature class a month later, rounding the corner of the hallway, the last thing you expect is to bump into him. You let out an "ouch" as you collide with his hard chest, your notes and pencil case tumbling to the ground in the chaos. It's only when you raise your eyes in a flurry of apologies that you realize who you've bumped into. You swallow, kneeling and picking up your notes hastily.
"You alright?"
"Yes. Yes." the notes slip through your shaking fingers.
His hands appear in your field of vision, and when you accidentally touch them, an electric shock almost makes you wince. He helps you pick them up, then raises to his feet and holds them to you. You thank him, thinking about what else you could say to avoid making the situation awkward. His baby blue shirt matches the color of his eyes. He’s even prettier from closer.
"Aren’t you in history class with me ?"
His question surprises you. You didn't think he would remember you. You didn't think he would notice you.
"Yes. That's right."
He holds out his hand, his heavy-lidded gaze on you. "Billy."
You shake his hand, introducing yourself. His hand is large and his grip his firm, but gentle at the same time. That touch makes your stomach tangle. You can't believe he is talking to you.
"You're new, right?" you ask. You know fully well that he arrived here a month ago. You know full well that he is from California. He probably knows that you know, but he doesn't say anything about it
"Yes. Moved here last month."
“Oh, okay. Welcome to Hawkins, then.” you say gently as you absently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Thanks.”
There’s a beat of silence, him probably waiting for you to say something else. You point at the door down the hallway, starting to walk away. “I ah, I have to go to class. Sorry.”
And you walk away, no, you scurry away, almost escaping him, feeling a pang of embarrassment as you replay the scene later in your head, regretting how abruptly you left without saying more.
You don’t cross paths with him again after that. However, you are clearly more aware of his presence during history classes even though you don’t interact again.
In recent months, you've adopted a strategy of minimizing your visibility as much as possible. It’s not always easy. That Thursday is one of the hard days. Mr. Jensen, the new history teacher, makes his way through the rows of desks, collecting permission slips signed by parents for the upcoming day trip he has organized to Indianapolis.
"Ah, I don't seem to have your permission slip yet," he inquires gently as he sees you empty-handed. "Did you forget to bring it today?"
Feeling the eyes of everyone on you, your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you shake your head, your voice barely above a whisper. You hate all of this attention on you. "I, um, I haven't been able to get it signed yet. My dad's been working double shifts, and I haven't caught him at home."
“I understand,” the teacher says, “But I need to give all the signed papers to the principal by tomorrow. Is it possibly to get it signed today? By your mother, perhaps?”
Before you could answer, Tommy Hagan's voice pierces the air, his tone laced with mockery. "She's probably halfway across the country by now, cozying up with some other guy."
You don’t even turn to look at him. You saw it coming. It’s been five months since she left now. Hawkins is a small town, so the news spread quickly. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, avoiding eye contact with your classmates as you feel the weight of their curious gazes.
"I uh...I just," you try to ignore Tommy's comment, resting your eyes on the professor whose eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. "I'll tell my dad tonight. He's just been really busy. I will bring it to class tomorrow."
“If he comes back with the milk.” snickers Tommy.
You stiffen instantly without wanting to, which the teacher doesn’t fail to notice.
“That's enough, Mr. Hagan. Comments like that have no place in my classroom.” he snaps as his eyes darken, his jaw set. His expression softens as he turns to me “Don't worry about the permission slip for now. We'll make sure you're included."
As the professor returns to his seat, your eyes remain fixed on the spot where the bench is chipped, absently touching it with your fingernail. Your body fails to relax as you fight to ignore the burning in your throat, careful not to blink, your vision blurred for a few moments. But Tommy's yelp draws your attention and you turn your head to your left, where he is sitting next to Billy.
“Ow. What was that for, man?”
Tommy is rubbing his shoulder, his face scrunched up in pain and a mixture of disbelief and confusion on his face. Billy stares straight ahead, his face cold and hard.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he eventually mutters under the teacher’s explanation. However, it sounds more like a statement than a question.
As you go back to stare at your desk, your throat is still burning but your vision is clear again. You wonder if what Billy said was because of Tommy's comments. Why would he defend you?
The rest of the class passes in a blur of confusion and unanswered questions. Tommy's hurtful words echo in your mind, leaving you shaken and upset, the sting of their cruelty lingering long after the bell rings.
***
On the morning of the school trip, you are tempted to call the school and say you are sick, but your father comes back from the plant later in the morning and will see that you are actually fine. Also, Mr. Jensen might suspect that something is going on. Only, the idea of spending the day with the whole class, but feeling more alone than you are when you're at school, doesn't appeal to you. You've never been very outgoing. Since your mother left, the armor that covered you has only thickened, alienating you from the rest of the world. To this day you have received no answers. She left overnight without warning. You never received a call. You knew that things had not been going well between your parents for some time. Or rather, your mother kept complaining about how being in Hawkins was suffocating her, how she was no longer happy. The pain was slowly becoming coated with resentment. She had abandoned you and your father as if nothing had happened, as if years of living together had counted for nothing. As if being a family had cost nothing. Arriving on the ground floor and finding the kitchen light off had now become a habit, not an odd occurrence. Other things had become routine: the unaccustomed silence in your house, the TV once perpetually on now always off, the teapot once always in use was now in the kitchen drawer.
Once on the school bus, you spend your time looking out the window and counting the trees on the distant hills. You can feel the wind blowing outside, the rain pelting cruelly on the window. A crack lets a trickle of air through, making you shiver and clench tighter in your jacket. The ride at least passes quietly, no one talking to you or bothering you. Tommy Hagan keeps his comments to himself, too busy jabbering in the back of the bus with his band of friends. You can hear the occasional shrillness in the voice of Carol Perkins, his girlfriend.
You spend almost the entire morning in the Indiana Historical Society, following the professor through the corridors of the museum. You stay in the background, drowning out the guide's voice and looking at the paintings hanging on the wall. As you change rooms, you realize that you are not the only one who has remained aloof. Billy Hargrove lingers to your side at the back of the row of students, his hands tucked into his leather jacket. You try not to be affected by his presence, suddenly self-conscious of the way you walk and breathe. You still remember what he told Tommy Hagan the week before. You are increasingly convinced that he defended you. As the class spreads in different directions, everyone observing something different and speaking lowly in small groups you realize he’s still here, on your side. As you ponder if you should say something, or just assume that he’s walking behind on his own, he catches you off guard.
“Kinda boring, huh?”
“Yeah, a little," you respond, offering him a small smile that probably looks like a grimace. "History isn't my cup of tea."
“Mine neither,” his gaze scans the display cases lining the wall on your left. “Beats being seated all day in class, though.”
“Definitely,” you nod in agreement as you slowly cross through another room. Desperately trying to fill the silence, you come up with the first thing that crosses your mind. “I’ve been here before.”
“The museum?”
“Indianapolis,” you say. You hesitate before finishing your thoughts. “My grandma lived here. I spent some weekends at hers.”
Billy hums. He sniffs, then retrieves some chewing gums from his back pocket. He unwraps one. “How’s the city?”
“It’s great. Oh, thank you.” you softly say as you take the gum he’s offering you. “There are some nice parks.”
He pops the chewing gum in his mouth. “We have quite a few in San Diego too.
You turn toward him, curiosity overcoming your shyness. “You lived in San Diego?”
“Yes. Big change of scenery.”
“I can imagine.” your gaze wanders to the antique objects displayed in a glass case. “I’ve seen pictures, it looks incredible.” memories of your dad's album, from when he was young, flood your mind – images of palm trees swaying in the breeze, golden beaches stretching for miles, and endless blue skies that seemed to merge seamlessly with the ocean.
“That’s something else, yeah. Honestly, I couldn’t complain at all.”
“I wish I could see California,” you say a little dreamily.
“I can take you one day.”
Your throat feels suddenly dry. So you let out a nervous giggle, avoiding his gaze, assuming he is joking. Fortunately, the professor calls your attention back. It's lunchtime and he tells you that you are free to go wherever you want, as long as you are outside the museum within four hours. You told your father the school would pay for the student's lunch because you know times are tough. He insisted on giving you ten dollars in case you need it.
You walk down the steps of the museum looking around and thinking about where you could make all this time go. It's going to be long. You know a few restaurants, but you know that your pocket money is clearly not enough to eat there. A gust of wind brings the smell of smoke to your nostrils, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Billy stop beside you. His eyes take in your surroundings.
“So, you told me you know the city.”
“Huh, yes,” you answer, a little lost. “Not all of it, but most of it, like downtown.”
Billy exhales the smoke he’s been holding in his mouth. “Are we downtown?”
You look around, recognizing the skyscrapers in the distance. "Yes," you point to the skyline to your right, figuring he simply wants to ask you for information so he knows where to go with his friends. "It's over there."
“Sweet. You hungry?”
The silence that passes between the two of you makes him turn toward you, waiting for your response. So you rush to answer, ignoring the way his piercing blue eyes make you feel self-conscious.
“Yes. Yes, a little bit,” then you ask him, unsure: “...are you?”
“Starving.” he resumes walking down the stairs again, and you follow him, trying to figure out if he really means what you think he means. Some classmates are already leaving in different directions. “You know someplace to eat?”
“I do. But I don’t have enough. In case you want to go together. If that’s what you were offering.” You add, mentally slapping yourself. Why does everything you say have to come across as weird? Besides, you just admitted that you are practically out of money. “I can show you, though.”
Billy shakes his head, shifting in his leather jacket. “Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s on me.”
“No, really, I can't let you do that," you insist, your voice tinged with concern. "I mean, I appreciate it, but I can't just let you pay for me."
Billy turns to you, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he exhales the smoke sideways. "Come on, it's no big deal," he reassures you. "Consider it my way of saying thanks for showing me around. Besides, it's not like I'm short on cash."
You hesitate for a moment. But ultimately, you know that accepting his offer would ease the burden on your wallet. With a resigned sigh, you nod in agreement. "Okay, if you insist," you concede, offering him a small smile. "But just this once.”
You wanna immediately grimace at your pathetic implication that there would be another time, but Billy doesn’t seem to notice anyway.
He just winks at you. And even if he’s not smiling or anything, it still makes your stomach flip. "Deal," he says. "Now, lead the way."
As you walk beside each other through the park later on, you relish in what surrounds you, not even realizing the silence that has settled between the two of you because it feels so natural. Some people are jogging, there are some families too, or people walking alone headed who knows where. The birds are chirping in the trees that are alongside the walk. You spot a squirrel scurrying up the trunk of one of them, its fluffy tail waving wildly. The late afternoon sun is shining right in front of you, hitting your skin in a gentle caress. Spring is gradually unfurling its colors, bringing with it a glimmer of warmth that has been absent from your life lately. In the midst of the cold and desolation that settled in after your mother's departure, this glimpse of light offers a tentative promise of renewal, a small beacon of hope amid the darkness that has enveloped you and your father. You glance at Billy, realizing that in the short span of your conversation, he's frequently reached for a cigarette. Yet, even during the moments when he abstained, like in the museum and at the restaurant, his mouth was never empty. It was either occupied by a mint, a bite of burger, the straw of his milkshake, or eventually a toothpick found on the table.
“So, uhm, have you been somewhere else besides San Diego or Hawkins?” you venture.
“Nope”, he answers, the “p” resounding loudly. He looks around, one hand in his jacket pocket as the other one holds the cigarette on his side. “Never moved from Cali. I was born in Santa Barbara. Then moved to San Diego when I was ten.”
You hum in acknowledgment. “Is Santa Barbara close to the ocean?”
“It is. I’ve always lived by the ocean.”
You turn to him, enthusiasm laced in your voice as you get carried away in the conversation. “So you know how to surf?”
Billy chuckles, nodding as he brings the cigarette to his lips. “I do, yeah. Surfed every day.”
“Wow.” you breathe, your mind wandering away. “It must be…like an adrenaline rush.”
As Billy exhales the smoke, you don’t miss the nostalgic glint flickering in his eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. "Yeah, it's something else. There's nothing quite like catching a wave, feeling the power of the ocean beneath you."
“I’ve heard it’s hard to learn.” you muse softly.
The rhythmic sound of your footsteps punctuates the conversation. Billy stays silent for a few seconds, probably lost in his thoughts. Then he shrugs. “To be honest, I was on the surfboard since I was a child, so must’ve been natural for me. But yeah, it generally is.
“I can only imagine," you respond, a sense of longing in your voice. You’ve only seen this kind of landscape in pictures or on TV. "Must have been amazing growing up with that kind of freedom."
Billy's sigh is loud as he exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze drifting towards the horizon. "It was. Surfing was my escape, you know? Whenever things got tough, I could just grab my board and disappear into the waves."
What he says lightens some curiosity in you. You wonder what he means by that. You wonder what he went through, what his past was like. There’s something really intriguing about him. But you refrain from asking more, aware of how little you know each other. Besides, you can’t help but notice the little twitch of his jaw muscles as he says it.
"It’s always been books for me.” you offer. “They have this way of transporting you to another world, making you forget about everything else."
Billy nods in understanding. “What kinda books you read?”
“Oh,” you look at your shoes as you feel suddenly vulnerable. You almost feel ashamed of your taste in books, but you know you shouldn’t. “A bit of everything, really. I’m reading a Dostoevsky one right now.
“Dostoevsky, huh? Pretty heavy stuff,” he says, arching an eyebrow.
“You’ve read some of him before?
“I read Dream of a Ridiculous Man. A long time ago though.”
“Oh,” you breathe, recalling how challenging it was to finish it when you read it a couple of months ago. Reading books by Dostoevsky, especially that one, has been both a cathartic and enlightening experience. They made you feel less alone in your pain. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah, it’s kinda controversial.” he grimaces. “It’s a fucking depressing book. But... it's like... there's something about it that just... resonates, you know what I mean? Like, you read it and... it's like looking into a mirror, but... the reflection's all twisted and weird. I don't know if that makes any sense.” he shrugs.
It couldn’t make more any sense to you. For the first time, you feel understood in that sense. It's a relief to know that you're not alone in finding meaning within its pages. His words resonate deeply with you.
“I totally get it. That’s part of the reason why I like his books.”
The subtle revelation hangs in the air with the rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the concrete path. You hope he’s not reflecting on your words too much, aware of what you’ve implied. Your own thoughts go on what he said. Why did Billy resonate so much with the book? What if there’s something everybody can relate to, even people who haven’t experienced anything bad in life?
“What about you?” he then asks. “Always been in Hawkins?”
“Born and raised.” you nod. Then you add, a bit sheepishly: “Nothing like California, unfortunately.”
Billy snorts, flicking his cigarette. “What’s there to do in summer?”
“Oh uh. Nothing much. We have a public pool.” you offer, looking at him.
Billy takes a drag, his eyes trailing on the path in front of both of you.
“We have Lover’s Lake too,” you add. “It’s quite nice, actually. People spend the day there and have barbecues or campfires.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard about that one,” he says. “You guys party by the lake during summer or something like that.”
“Yes.” then you keep quiet for a few breaths, imagining he’s probably heard it from one of his friends from the basketball team. They’re usually to host parties or organize them. It always involves loads of alcohol and ends up in big scandals. You feel the urge to correct him. “Not me, though. I don’t, uh…I don’t party.”
You feel his eyes on you. “Makes sense.”
You look up at him in question.
“Didn’t see you at the Halloween party.”
“The one hosted by Tina Williams?” you soon look away as soon as you meet his gaze. “I didn’t know you…you noticed.”
“Would’ve sure as hell noticed if you were there.”
As Billy's words settle in, you feel a warmth spreading through you, starting from the tips of your ears and flushing your cheeks crimson. His simple compliment catches you off guard, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within you. You find yourself struggling to meet his gaze, your eyes flickering away as you search for some semblance of composure. None of this makes sense. The mere fact that he recognized your absence at the party, that he shared lunch with you, that he's now walking beside you in the park—it all feels inexplicable. You're accustomed to blending into the background, being an outcast in the bustling halls of the school. You're no stranger to the whispers that swirl around you, painting you as the outsider, the comments about your situation at home, the subtle jabs at your circumstances. The silence between you stretches, pregnant with unspoken thoughts.
“You’re alright?” you hear him ask.
You slow down, lingering to a stop as you realize Billy has stopped walking too. He looks down at you with a hint of curiosity, the sun caressing his golden skin and reflecting in his eyes, becoming like polished, crystalline gems. That’s when you notice little details you haven’t paid attention to before. The scar cutting through his right eyebrow, the pattern of freckles dusting his nose.
“I guess I’m just a little confused,” you admit.
Billy exhales the smoke from his nostrils, his gaze effortlessly fixed intensely on you. “Why is that?”
“I just…” you try to not avoid his gaze. “Why are you here with me?”
The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement and what looks like genuine confusion. “Why wouldn’t I?”
His question is so simple it takes you off guard. Makes you question your reasoning. As you’re at a loss for words, you feel a blush slowly creeping down your cheeks.
Billy’s lips slowly curve into a smile, somewhat teasing. “You really have pretty eyes, you know that?”
You’re positively sure you’re as red as a lobster now, a little whine escaping your lips as embarrassment settles over you. It’s the most instinctual reaction. It makes him chuckle, and makes you awkwardly laugh in response, because what else can you do? He tilts his head to the side, trying to meet your avoiding eyes.
“How about that? I’m here with you ‘cause of your pretty eyes”.
“I really don’t think they’re that special.” you shake your head, still laughing.
You’re not that innocent to not realise he’s openly flirting with you. You’re not surprised, because just looking at him is enough. You’ve also heard things about him and some girls at high school. What surprises you, is that he’s flirting with you. You don’t have that much experience in the love department, but there’s something sincere and genuine in the way he’s doing it now. There’s something soft in his eyes that tells you he’s sincere.
“Well, it’s a shame,” he says, that’s when you realise how much closer you are to each other. You can tell by how you can smell the tobacco and his cologne, his silver earring shining as it catches the sun. He tilts his head again, this time catching your gaze as you muster the courage to lock eyes with him. “’Cause you have beautiful eyes.”
“Thank you,” you mumble with a shy smile, nodding your head slightly. You swear you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.
You feel like you want to return the compliment because his eyes are the reason why your heart is reacting the way it does. But then again, you’re too shy to do that, and a tiny part of you thinks it would make things weird or would end up having you vulnerable because you don’t know for sure if his compliment is fueled by real interest in you.
“I just don’t hang out with anyone, trust me.”
As a distant church bells toll four times, their echoes drifting across the park, a subtle reminder of the passing time washes over you both. The realization settles in that it’s time for you to go. You should be back in front of the museum in half an hour.
Luckily, Billy saves you from answering as he breaks eye contact and looks up beyond your shoulder, where the church is. “We should go,” he says.
As you walk back to the museum, you think about his words. Now you realize that you didn’t see him hanging around Tommy Hagan lately. In particular, today on the bus, the latter was seated with his girlfriend and hung out with two other members of the basketball team. Billy was somewhere else the whole time.
When you two reach the museum, the teacher is already counting everyone to make sure the whole class is there. Billy joins his mates, elbowing one of them in a friendly gesture. You didn’t fail the notice the looks most of your classmates shot at you when he saw you two arrive together. The teacher draws the class's attention back to the trip, prompting feedback and reflections from everyone.
What you don’t expect either once on the bus, is feeling someone sitting on the empty seat next to yours. Billy gets comfortable, making it seem something so normal as he stretches his long legs as far as the cramped quarters allow. His thigh brushes against yours and your heart jumps a little in your ribcage, but a few minutes later you start to relax. You can’t help the feeling of warmth spreading through your chest as you take in his choice to sit deliberately next to you. You don’t need to fill the silence, or at least not as strongly as a few hours ago. You’re also quite tired. As you venture a glance in his direction, Billy’s eyes are closed. It seems you’re not the only one feeling tired. His arms are crossed over his chest but his facial features are totally relaxed now that he’s dozing off, his head resting against the seat. His hair seems soft at the touch, a curl falling unruly on his forehead. You feel the distant urge to wrap it around your finger, brush it from his face. There is a difference between now and when he’s fully awake: his expression softened, his gaze peaceful, and his features relaxed. It's a stark contrast from the demeanor you've observed from a distance, where his smile is more wolfish, his facial muscles tense, and his eyes often distant or bored. You force yourself to look away from him, setting your gaze on the window. As the rhythmic hum of the bus lulls you into a state of drowsiness, you feel your eyelids grow heavy. The warmth of the moment envelops you, and soon, you find yourself dozing off as well.
Once you get off the bus, you wrap your arms around your waist as you shiver. The weather is distinctly different. It seems to have been raining all day. The sky is darkening. School buses cannot take you home because there is no bus stop near your house. Forest Hill Trailer Park is in the isolated part of Hawkins. There is no one from the high school living there, so you can't ask anyone for a ride. It's not like anyone would have offered anyway. You've always walked to and from school, in total it takes you forty minutes. As you start to walk away from the bus, you hear footsteps behind you and Billy is at your side, effortlessly catching up with you. You realize his car is parked a few steps away from you. The gleaming navy blue Camaro stands out among the other cars, "CALIFORNIA" on the license plate.
You take the opportunity to thank him before he can dart away and you will probably never exchange another word again.
“Hey,” you start, turning to look at him. “I just wanted to thank you for paying at lunch today.”
Billy plays with the lighter, making it bounce in his hand. “It’s nothing. How are you getting home?”
“Oh, I’m walking.” you point your thumb at the road on your left.
“Come on. I’ll drive you.”
Your mouth opens and closes stupidly, then your brain finally decides to cooperate. Accepting his offer feels like taking advantage of his kindness. You don't want to do this. “I…it’s not a long walk, don’t worry about it.”
“It’s probably gonna rain soon.” he points at the sky, walking past you and toward the parked car.
“You don’t have to.” you insist, guilt filling my stomach as he opens the passenger door for you.
“I know.” he chuckles.
The soft thrumming of a rock song fills the air, the bass pulsing gently as Billy lowers the volume as soon as he turns the engine on. The interior of the Camaro envelops you in a world that feels distinctly his. The smell of leather fills your senses, mingling with the faint scent of his cologne. It's clear that he takes immense pride in his car and the care and attention he devotes to it reflects on the interior. The leather seats feel soft and smooth. There's not a speck of dust anywhere, even in the corners. A pair of aviators rests on the dashboard.
You give him directions, your voice cutting through the quiet ambiance of the car. He nods in acknowledgment, his gaze focused on the road ahead. His left arm casually drapes against the window, while his other hand firmly grasps the top of the steering wheel.
“It’s quite a walk,” he observes as the Camaro speeds through the road surrounded by the woods.
“Yeah…”
You’re thinking of asking him to stop before getting to Forest Hill, but it’s pouring and you don’t have an umbrella. As you get closer and closer, anxiety starts rippling through you. You shake the feeling out of your head. You’re being ridiculous, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. Additionally, you barely know him. You try and distract yourself, asking him about where he lives instead.
“Cherry Lane. You know where it is?”
“Yes, it’s a nice and quiet area. It’s not that far from school either,” you observe.
Billy absently scratches his chin, the glint of a silver braided ring catching your eye. “Yeah. It’s quiet, that’s for sure.”
You find yourself wondering about its significance. Does it have one? You've heard numerous accounts of Billy's involvement in fights at parties, tales of the severe injuries sustained by those who crossed him, and the ferocity of his punches. How many times has that ring been tainted with someone else's blood? Despite the rumors surrounding his aggressive behavior, your interactions with Billy have always been positive. He's consistently shown kindness to you.
Billy turns left, veering off the main road onto a narrow side road, the tires crunching on the gravelly dirt path that winds its way towards Forest Hills. The rain drums insistently against the car, a steady rhythm punctuating the silence between you.
The first trailer emerges into view, its weather-beaten exterior casting a shadow of foreboding over your already uneasy mind. Despite your discomfort, you muster the courage to speak up, directing Billy to continue driving until the end of the road.
You steal a furtive glance at him, searching for any hint of judgment in his expression, but Billy remains impassive. There's no trace of surprise or disdain in his features. His gaze lingers on the scene before you, studying it with a detached curiosity that seems to characterize his view of Hawkins as a whole.
“Thanks again for today, really. I wanna pay you back,” you venture as he slows down.
Billy waves a dismissive hand before settling it on the gear shift, smoothly transitioning into first gear. “I told you it’s no big deal. Wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”
You worry at your lip, still not totally convinced. You glance at him. “I know that. But it doesn’t sound fair. It’s important to me.”
Billy's gaze shifts to the road ahead as he seemingly considers your words. "If you really wanna make it up to me," he starts, his voice trailing off for a moment before he continues, "How about you show me around Hawkins sometime?"
You blink, caught off guard by his suggestion. "Show you around Hawkins?"
"Yeah," he nods, resting his forearm loosely on the steering wheel as he gestures while he talks. "I've only been here a short while, and I don't really know my way around outside downtown yet. Like, all the places you talked to me about. The lake, the quarry."
The idea appeals to you, though the thought of spending more time with him outside of school never crossed your mind. The fact of spending time with him in the first place was out off the charts for you. "Sure, I could do that," you reply, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I mean, I'm not exactly a tour guide, but I could show you some cool spots. Whenever you want, uhm. Yeah.”
Billy reaches out to the compartment on the passenger side, brushing your knee with his arm. He opens it and extracts a pen.
“Here,” he takes off the cap with his teeth, and before you know it he’s taking your arm, gently lifting your sweater sleeve.
You try to look unfazed by his touch, though the feeling of his fingertips pressing gently against your skin as he holds your forearm, the sensation of the pen as he writes something on it makes you shiver, raising goosebumps. You look at him in silent confusion as he writes, his dark lashes brushing his cheekbones, a glimpse of pearly white teeth and a sharp canine as he holds the cap between them. Then he releases your arm, and you take a look at it while he takes the cap from his mouth. A series of numbers are written in blue ink on your skin. A phone number.
“Oh.” you say softly. You definitely haven’t expected that.
“Call me when you feel like it.”
It’s really hard for you to hide your nervousness, acting as cool as you can.
“Okay, will do.” you unbuckle your belt, glancing at him enough to give him a soft smile.
Billy nods at you in silent farewell before you close the passenger door. “Have a good night”.
“You too. Bye.”
The warmth of Billy's presence lingers in the car as you step out into the cool, damp air, the raindrops falling softly around you. Closing the door behind you, you watch as the sleek navy blue Camaro disappears down the little road and into the woods from the small window of the living room. As you stand there, the drops of water falling from the end of your hair, you can't help but brush at the phone number on your forearm, tracing the neat handwriting with your fingertips. It's like you're still trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Though you're trying to keep it under control, you can't help the fluttering feeling in your heart.
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Get in Line
Your words come back to haunt you and now Billy, Eddie and Steve are making it their personal mission in life to ruin you.
Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington
word count: 5.6k
a/n: this uhh got away from me a little and ummm, im not sorry :))
taglist: @starkleila
content warnings: 18+ only, mdni, fxmxmxm, piv, pia, pim, degradation (lots of sl*t/wh*re), dirty talk, oral (f&m receiving), fingering (v&a), possessiveness, manhandling, very very unprotected sex, rough handling & choking, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms. lmk if anything is missed.
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You wake slowly, body heavy and sleepy. You're groaning and regretting being awake when oh no, no no no, your words from last night filter through your brain - why would I choose one when I could have all of them? Three dicks for three holes - and you're mortified. Shame and humiliation has your face burning and you sink into your bed, pulling the covers up and over the top of your head and wishing the ground would just open up and swallow you whole.
You know they heard you, heard you basically admit to fantasizing about the three of them tag-teaming and passing you between them and using you, and if you never had to look them in the eyes again, you would be absolutely fine with that.
You're content to stay in bed and simmer in your shame when there's a slamming on your door and you whimper because there's only one person who has the balls to bang on your door like that. You do your best to ignore it but the banging only gets louder and more insistent and annoying.
Stomping your way to the door, you yank it open, glaring at Billy.
"What?" You snap, he's standing there - one arm up and leaning against the door frame and looking stupid and handsome and does he not know how to button his damn shirts? You watch as his smirk grows more prominent as he rakes his eyes down your body, you're only wearing a pair of undies and an old smurfs shirt that really, really doesn't cover much. Your scowl deepens.
"We're going out" He finally says, jerking his chin over his shoulder and you spot Steve and Eddie, hanging out the windows of Steve's car and they're leering at you just as much as Billy had been.
"Have fun then" You say, moving to slam the door closed on him - he's quick though, shoving his way in just enough you can't close it. He smiles sweetly at you.
"Oh no - don't be like that" His voice is soft and syrupy and it makes you want to melt, "you're coming with us, sweetheart"
The way he says it is absolutely sinful and you feel the heat radiating off your cheeks and you don't know where to look. He's pushing at you, making you stumble backwards, and keeps his hands on your hips as he marches you to your room and pushes you inside.
"Get changed"
He waits outside your door, which you firmly shut because you don't know if you could take his comments, and quickly slide on a pair of fitted red striped pants and pull a fitted black tank depicting a skeleton riding on a motorbike over your head. You weren't trying to get dressed up but, well, if your clothes would make your boys not take their eyes off you, then even better.
You shake your head roughly, your hair is a lost cause and you don't have the energy for makeup. You slide a pair of socks on your feet before you're grabbing your backpack and jacket. You yank the door open and Billy is still there, leaning casually on the wall opposite.
"Very nice" He's commenting, lip curling at the corners and you huff, pushing at him. You slip your feet into your boots, hand holding onto Billy's shoulder and he reaches for your waist to steady you.
You push him out the door and pile into Steve's waiting car. Both Steve and Eddie turn and beam at you, greeting you warmly and you feel your eyes narrow, suspicion creeping up your spine.
"She's grumpy today" Billy says from the front, ignoring your 'am not!', "She might need some extra lovin'"
Eddie reaches across the seat and slips his fingers into your pants at your hip and you suck in a sharp breath as he pulls, sliding you across the backseat until you're flush against him. Your lungs are shuddering and you really don't know what to do, your face is going to combust, you know it.
"Aw, poor baby" He's laughing at you.
"We'll take care of you, don't worry" Steve is throwing a grin over his shoulder at you as he backs out your driveway.
You scowl at them all and fold your arms across your chest, face flushed and heart tapping out a quick beat.
"Why are you three even hanging out? You don't like each other" You're snapping at them and trying to will yourself into not being so damn turned on, you're embarrassed and horny and they know it.
"Ahh" Eddie waves his hand, "Those two ain't so bad"
"It helps we have a comment interest" Steve adds, and the feeling of wanting the ground to swallow you up comes rushing back.
Billy's eyes catch yours in the rear-vision mirror and you want to wipe that smug smirk off his stupid face, and maybe kiss his stupid face and then kiss Eddie's stupid face and then Steve's even stupider face. You turn away from the three of them and stare out the window, willing your face and heart and body to just calm down already!
You know they're doing this on purpose, riling you up and teasing with their words and touches, unfortunately for you - they are very, very good at it and it works very, very well.
They end up taking you to the arcade and they argue who was going to pay for your tokens and your drinks and your snacks, who would be taking care of you. You rub at your eyes, and sigh heavily.
"Enough!" You whine, "just, just cut it out - please? Billy buy my tokens, Steve you get my drinks and Eddie you can buy my snacks, alright? Settled?"
They're smiling at you and you just groan. It was going to be a long day.
By the time they drop you off home, your undies are soaked and they've reduced you to a blushing mess with their innuendos and causal touches that were anything but.
They all walk you to your door, which in itself is strange, normally they'd just sit in their cars and wait until you'd shut your house door behind you. You thank them for the day as you dig your keys out of your bag and when you look up at them from under your lashes, they're leering again. Starting at you with blatant want, and your flush deepens.
"Well, goodnight!" You squeak and fly into the safety of your home. You hear their laughter and muffled voices and you bury your face in your hands and whimper.
You had hoped that that would be the end of it, time would pass and they'd move on to other conquests and your poor heart would be given a break from the constant flirting and touching, but no, no you're not that lucky.
They're almost always together now when you're with them, If you ask one of them to hang, the others show up. Sometimes they just show up unannounced at your home and push their way into your room and make themselves comfortable.
You really don't know how much more of it you can take, it's starting to get too much and you always feel overwhelmed and horny and you're in danger of developing feelings, so you try to put some distance between the four of you. You're conveniently busy when they want to spend time with you, or you've got a headache or you're not feeling well, or your parents really need your help, and you're starting to run out of excuses as to why you're avoiding them.
There's a party this weekend, you know that your boys don't know the host so you're going - desperate for a chance to relax and maybe even pick up a stranger. You take your time, styling your hair and doing your makeup, and you dress up - wearing a pair of fitted, high waisted denim shorts that really don't have any business being called shorts and a little black, top that shows off way too much cleavage.
The music is loud and the heat of everyone pressed into the living room is making you clammy but you're enjoying yourself. Letting loose and sipping your drink. There's a guy in your space and he's asking you if you want to dance and you say yes, taking his hand because why not? He's cute and maybe he'll help you forget your dumb feelings about Billy, Eddie and Steve.
The guy, Kevin? Mark? You don't know but he has his hands low on your hips as you dance, the tips of his fingers almost resting on the curve of your ass. You've lazily draped your arms around his shoulders and tip your head back, closing your eyes and just enjoying the moment.
Well, you're enjoying it right up until you feel him, John? No Kevin - definitely Kevin, tense and still. You crack open your eyes and he's looking over your shoulder and then he blinks and tears himself away from you. You're left reeling and confused but there's a strong hand gripping your bicep and whirling you around and there's fucking Billy and Steve and Eddie.
They look angry and they're pulling at you, tugging you outside and ignoring your protests and attempts to yank your arms out of their grip. They're shoving you into Billy's car and he's tearing out of there, speeding down the road and away from the party.
"What the actual fuck?" You yell, anger bubbling to the surface. Billy is clenching his jaw and gripping the wheel tight and Steve has a stony expression on his face and Eddie, oh Eddie just looks disappointed, your heart is sinking and you feel tears burning in your eyes. You never wanted to hurt them.
"Could ask you the same question" Steve says, clipped and short.
"We thought you didn't feel well" Eddie is saying, voice hard, "and yet, here you are"
You feel shame and guilt at lying to them well inside you and your face scrunches. You turn away, facing the door so they can't see the way your eyes water and you’re biting your lip and you try your hardest not to cry.
"You three don't own me" You're snapping out, redirecting your feelings into anger and Billy is snorting, "I'm allowed to spend time with who I want!"
"That's where you're wrong" Billy snarls, he's driving too fast and you don't even know where they're taking you. It's not until his pulling in behind Steve's car and you're eyeing the house, dark and silent, that you start to feel - not scared but well, almost scared, worried maybe? Apprehensive. You don't know what to expect and they all look so angry and disappointed and upset with you.
Billy is pulling open your door and leaning in, grabbing hold of your arms and pulling you out of his car. Steve's unlocking the house and Eddie is pushing your back and Billy is pulling your arm. You stumble in, and they're leading you to Steve's room. They only let go of you once you're inside the room, shut in with them and the rest of the world shut out.
You're breathing hard and you're almost enjoying this, being manhandled and the possessiveness. Almost. You just need them to communicate. They're standing, facing you with their arms crossed and blank faces. You shift, restless at their scrutiny and wanting them to just do something, say something.
"So?" It's Steve who breaks the silence, "care to explain why you have been blowing us off for weeks?"
And you know he doesn't mean it the way it sounds, but oh his words make you tremble and flush. You scrunch your nose up, looking anywhere but the three boys staring you down.
"You know why!" You crack, voice breaking. You can't keep ignoring what you've said - pretending you're okay with all the flirting and touching and not acknowledging how you feel about them. It's Eddie who sighs softly, moving to you and cupping your cheek.
"Yeah" He's keeping his voice soft, calm, "we know"
"Why do you think we've been spending so much time teasing you, flirting with you? All all of us, together?" Steve's saying, sighing and sitting on the edge of his bed. Eddie gently pushes you down, sandwiching you between him and Steve, and Billy is moving to kneel in front of you.
"Yeah, hell, after spending so much time with you three - I even kind of like these two loosers now" Billy confesses, resting his hands on your thighs, "And if any of you say anything to anyone, you'll regret it."
You laugh and the utter sweetness in his voice as he threatens you all, then it all becomes too much and you collapse, hunching in on yourself and trying to be as small as possible. Eddie holds your hand and Steve rubs your back and Billy is gently pressing his fingers into your thighs.
"What? You sayin' you don't want us anymore and we've put all this effort into wooing you for nothing?" Steve jokes, a hint of anxiety in his voice - they were worried you had changed your mind and that's why you were at the party, but you're shaking your head.
"No, I just-" Your voice is quiet, meek. "I guess I didn't think you three would be okay with it? Wouldn't be okay with sharing or being in that situation and it's not like this is normal"
You hiss out the word like you're ashamed of your desires, and a small part of you is.
"We wouldn't be here if we weren't" Billy says, Steve hums in agreement.
"We talked about it, almost as soon as you said it at that party. We've been talking about this for months, babe" Eddie assures you.
"Believe us?" Steve murmurs against your shoulder. Eddie's looking at you with his big brown eyes and Billy is watching from under his lashes and Steve's got his lips mouthing the skin of your shoulder and it's all too much for you and you hiccup a gasp and nod.
"Tell us what you want"
And you're so, so embarrassed, your cheeks burning, as you whisper that you want to be passed around from one of them to the other, as they compete to see who can fuck you the best, to hold you down and push their dicks into you and make you squirm and take it, that you want them to not stop using you until they're completely sated and satisfied, that you don't want them to stop even if you're begging them to - only to stop of you say your safe word that you whisper to them.
And oh.
Eddie is pressing his lips against yours in a downright filthy kiss. It's all tongue and teeth and you can feel your combined spit drooling down your chin. When you gasp for air you're being yanked away from Eddie, Billy pressing himself up and licking into your mouth.
"Not gonna be much of a competition" Billy is saying into your mouth, "We all know I'll fuck you the best"
And really, you should have known they would be taking this too seriously - like it was an actual competition and you were the prize.
Steve is snorting and muttering a 'not likely' and Eddie is huffing a 'yeah right'.
You're a mess before they've even gotten your clothes off, slick soaking right through your shorts and your cunt aching, all from the messy, sloppy kisses they've been pressing into your mouth. It's Billy who notices.
"Jesus fuck" He laughs, "She's fucking soaked and we haven't even touched her"
Steve's raising his eyebrows and pushing his fingers between your legs, shoving Billy’s hand away where it'd been cupping you. He groans when he feels your drenched shorts and you squirm, trying to get some pressure from his fingers. Eddie clamps his hands on your hips and stills you.
"God she's such a slut" Eddie laughs, "Absolutely desperate for it"
"I bet she's gotten off, thinking about taking our cocks" Steve says, "and she really thinks that pathetic little guy would have been able to satisfy her? Look at her, one cock is not enough for a whore like her"
Billy is laughing at his comment, you almost hate how much their words arouse you, your veins feel like they're on fire and you're whining, panting and trying to move to get your clothes off.
"What do you think you're doing?" Eddie asks, condescendingly, Steve chuckles.
"I think she wants her clothes off"
"Of course she does, she's a slut" Billy agrees, and he's reaching for your shirt and so is Steve and Eddie and they each have the fabric in their hands and they just, tear it. You moan at the display of strength and go limp, letting them rid you of the rest of your clothes and you're left laying on the bed naked while they're all still fully dressed. It's absolutely thrilling, you're gushing slick and almost desperate enough to start begging already.
"Who's going first?" Steve asks, the boys glance at each other and Billy shrugs.
"We'll all get a turn so it's not like it matters"
"You go then, Steve" Eddie says, sliding jacket off his shoulders and resting against the top of the bed. He shouldn't look so graceful and casual in his movements, especially when you can see how hard he is in his jeans, but he does.
Billy shoves at you until you're laying next to Eddie, head on a pillow and he's sitting beside you - mirroring Eddie. Eddie is resting his forearm on your shoulder, putting just enough of his weight to pin you there and trailing the fingers of his other hand along your nipple while Billy leans over you with his big hand squeezing your other tit and he's sucking on your neck.
Steve's nestling himself between your legs and pressing sloppy kisses on your hips and lower stomach. You can't stop whining and gasping, you couldn't think, couldn't do anything besides moan their names.
Your mind stutters and goes blank when Steve presses his mouth against your cunt, you don't even realize you've let out a high keen. Billy's laughing in your neck and Eddie pinches your nipple.
"God, she's a mess and we haven't even started" Billy chuckles.
"Hmm, just wait 'til we're done" Eddie replies, "she'll be so ruined that she wont be able to have anyone else"
The casual way they speak to each other about you sends little zings through you, your thighs shake around Steve's head where he is lazily eating at your pussy.
"How many times do you think we can make her come tonight?" Eddie asks and the others still, glancing at him then flicking their gazes to your red, flushed face.
"Six sounds good" Steve murmurs into your cunt, "two for each of us"
"I think she can give us more than six" Billy's commenting from where he's sucking hickies onto your breast.
"Lets find out"
Steve goes back to lapping at you and Billy is marking as much of your skin as he can reach and Eddie tweaks a nipple before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss.
The combined sensations of hands and lips all over your body has you overwhelmed already and you can't stop the sudden orgasm from washing over you. You shake against them, thighs tight around Steve's head and moaning into Eddie's mouth.
Steve doesn't give you a moment to catch your breath, he doesn't even bother to get undressed. He zips his jeans down and pulls out his cock and just shoves it inside you. You cry out and try to move but Billy and Eddie are just holding you down, pined to the bed, lazily kissing and sucking hickies into your skin.
Steve doesn't let you adjust to him and just starts fucking into you. You're so wet that every thrust is making an obscene squelching noise, you gasp little a little 'ah!" every time he's shoving back into you.
"Oh god, Steve" you whine, you can't move and all you want is to press your fingers against your clit and come all over his cock, "Steve, please - oh, ahh, ohhh - wanna, ah, wanna come"
"Again? Already?" Billy says, biting harshly on your collar bone, "Don't know if you deserve it. You're fucking her Steve - what do you think?"
"Hmm, I -" He's breathing heavily and his head hangs between his shoulders, his hips never faltering in their quick pace, "Fuck this pussy is so fuckin' tight"
"Bet it's drenched" Eddie murmurs, "We don't even need lube"
"You'll come all over my cock" Steve grunts at you, "Then I'll fill you up and make it even wetter for them"
You're keening softly and clench down on Steve's dick and Eddie presses his fingers on your clit and you're coming undone. Steve's grunting and gasping, thrusting a couple more times before he's shuddering his own release.
"Fuck" He pants, "Fuck, you've got to make her come on your cock, it's - fuck, so good"
Eddie shifts, shoving Steve out of the way and he's pulling your hips up and resting your ass on his thighs. Steve tucks himself away and lays on his side beside you, and latches his lips on your skin.
Billy is shoving his tongue in your mouth as Eddie thrusts inside you, you moan loudly around Billy's lips and bury a hand in his hair, using the other to grip Steve's bicep.
Eddie pounds into you, the angle is different this time and he's brushing against your g-spot on each rough thrust. His hands grip your hips and you just know you'll have finger print shaped bruises tomorrow. Your cunt is fluttering and you can't stop trembling, and you feel cock drunk already and you can't form any semblance of coherent thought.
Billy wraps a hand around your throat as he kisses you, his grip is firm but not tight and it goes straight to your cunt. Eddie moans softly and slams into you harder.
"Ah, hold her throat tighter" He gasps, "She just gushed all over me"
"Yeah?" Steve is speaking lowly, "You like being choked huh? You're so fucking dirty"
Billy moves, sitting beside you and holding you down by your throat and he shoves two fingers into your mouth. You gag on them and mindlessly start sucking, stroking the digits with your tongue.
"Bet you like that, huh? Whore" He's spitting at you and your eyes roll back.
Eddie is slamming into you and once he presses his fingers against your clit you climax for a third time, soft whimpers escaping your lips. He doesn't change pace, unrelenting and it only takes a few more hard brushes of his cock on your g-spot and you're squealing around Billy's fingers, your whole body shaking with a fourth orgasm.
Eddie slams into you a final time before he peaks, spilling inside you. He's moaning softly and rocking himself through his climax. Once he stills, he looks down at you.
"The fucking slut squirted all over me" He tells the others as he pulls out, his and Steve's combined fluids dripping out of you and spilling down your ass onto the mattress. He smacks Billy on the shoulder as he moves.
"Your turn, big boy" He quips.
You're mindlessly staring at them, brain fuzzy and whole body tingling. You feel so, so, good. Used and stretched and stuffed full of seed. Billy is grabbing your hips, lifting and spinning you - setting you on your knees and holding your ass in the air. He's behind you, pressing in, gripping your hips tight and you let yourself go limp, chest and shoulders pressed into the bed.
"Still so fucking tight" He's grunting and pounding into you, and it's all you can focus on is breathing between moans and how good your pussy feels and how amazing having cocks stuffed into you one after the other feels.
"God, the noises you make" Eddie groans.
"She's good huh?" Steve asks, casually, holding the back of your neck.
"So fucking good" Eddie agrees.
"This fuckin' tight, pretty pussy was made for this" Billy grunts out in time with his thrusts. You can feel the mess dripping down your thighs and you might be drooling onto the sheets and you're starting to feel overstimulated and sensitive and Billy just keeps going.
You're whining out a litany of please, please, oh god, Billy, please. You don't know exactly what you're begging for - to come, for him to come, for him to stop, for him to never ever stop. There’s a set of hands lifting your shoulders, holding you up, and a cock is being pressed against your lips.
You shudder and let your jaw go slack, sinking down onto it. You don’t even know who’s cock you’re sucking on and you’ve never, ever been so turned on.
“Fuck” Steve is saying above you, “Her fucking mouth”
“As good as her cunt?” Eddie asks, he’s got his hands underneath you and he’s playing with your tits, lips pressed against your back and biting.
“Nothin’ could be as good as this cunt” Billy chuckles, you moan around Steve’s cock at their words, loving how they could just speak the filthiest things about you so easily. Steve winds a hand in your hair and uses it as leverage it push and pull your head, using your mouth as a fuck hole.
“She’s loving this, being a little fucktoy and cumdump” Eddie says against your back, “She’s gonna cum any minute from it, aren’t you?”
You nod as best you can while being fucked in both your cunt and mouth and you can feel it building, a fifth orgasm creeping up on you. You clench around Billy’s cock and he stills, breathing heavily as he fills you.
He pulls out and shoves two fingers inside you, pushing all the fluid back inside your cunt. He’s rough and fast, fingering you and making you shake. The firm smack against your ass has you jerking and squeaking around Steve’s cock, there’s laughter above you and someone’s saying do it again. Billy smacks your ass, leaving red hand prints all over, each stinging smack makes you whine and jerk and you’re gagging on Steve’s dick, drool sliding down his cock, and your eyes roll and you orgasm.
They shove you, pushing you down on the bed and you pant, chest heaving, slick and fluid gushing out of your cunt. You’re so sweaty and hot and you can’t begin to express how good you feel, you can’t even think. You can hear them moving around and it takes all of your concentration and energy to roll your head and open your eyes. They’re stripping, and what a sight, they’re all so fucking hot and you can’t stop the whine leaving your lips.
Eddie’s all long and toned, tattoos littered over his body, and Steve’s tummy looks soft and his arms strong, and Billy is all lean muscle and tanned skin. You’ve already climaxed so many times but that doesn’t stop your cunt clenching and leaking even more slick. You’re wide eyed and slack jawed and flicker your gaze over all three of them, not really sure where to look but not wanting to take your eyes off them.
Eddie’s attaching his lips to your cunt, licking and sucking and cleaning you. Your back arches and you wail, sensitive and overstimulated. Billy grabs at your throat and slides his cock into your mouth and you do your best to take him, to suck and make him feel good. Steve is just stroking your chest and stomach, leaving trails of fire everywhere he trails his fingers.
“You’re such a good little slut” Steve murmurs, you whine and tremble, “Perfect pussy made just to take our cocks”
Billy takes it easy on you and rocks his hips gently, huffing quietly, and Eddie is pressing his thumb against your asshole and the pressure has you panting, tilting your hips down. He pulls away from your cunt, just far enough to speak.
“Steve, you got some lube? As wet as she is, don’t want to risk hurtin’ her”
Your eyes slip closed and listen to the shuffling, a draw opening, a click of a bottle opening. You keen at the initial press of a finger into your ass and you can’t help yourself, rocking your hips and trying to feel more inside you. You can’t concentrate and your jaw slackens, Billy’s cock slipping out of your mouth.
“Fuck, who would have thought the innocent little princess would love it up her ass”
“I’m really not surprised - she’s a fuckin’ filthy whore”
“How many times you think she’s let some pathetic guy fuck her like this?”
“Oh, she’d beg for it every time”
“She’s never going to be satisfied now, no desperate guy like the one she was dancing with - what was his name?”
There’s a hand wrapping around your chin and jaw and squeezing, you open your eyes and make a sad little noise, eyes watering.
“What was his name, bitch?”
“Ke-Kevin” You gasp out, there’s too much happening all at once and you’re struggling to function, “Please”
“Right. Kevin would never be able to satisfy you”
There’s mean laughter and hands pressing everywhere and they don’t rush, taking you when they want. Eddie’s got his fingers buried in your ass and you need more, need to taste them, need them inside you. They’re dragging this out and you just break, and you start crying. You start begging between deep gasps and making little whining sounds on each exhale.
“Please, please - need more, please oh, I can’t, I can’t”
They’re pushing you and moving, they’ve got you kneeling with an arm wrapped tight against you holding you against Eddie’s chest. Steve is slipping under you, legs resting either side of yours and Eddies, and Billy kneels just behind Steve’s head fisting his cock.
You’re being pushed down, kneeling over Steve who holds you up with strong hands on your waist, Eddie’s hands gripping your hips, and you’re being pushed down onto Steve’s cock, cunt clenching, and Eddie’s pressing into your ass. Billy reaches and grips your hair, feeding you his cock.
You’re completely full, your arms shaking with the strain of holding yourself up, you’ve never felt anything quite like this. Stretched and full and used, your brain buzzes softly and you just go blank - letting them use you ‘til they’re satisfied.
There isn’t much talking once they start moving, Eddie and Steve rock in sync, in and out, out and in. Billy is shoving his cock as deep as you can take it, nose brushing on his coarse hair. It’s all too much, you’re too sensitive and you can’t take much more and you never ever ever want them to pull out. Tears flow freely down your cheeks and you let their grunts, groans and gasps wash over you, sending you into a blissfully, mindless state.
Your clit is brushing against Steve on every rock and you shudder as a sixth orgasm washes over you, making Steve and Eddie groan as you clench and flutter around them. You let out soft little gasps around Billy’s cock and on a particularly deep thrust, you gag around him.
Billy lets out a soft fuck and spills down your throat, you swallow as best you can but some dribbles past your lips and down your chin. It doesn’t take long for Eddie and Steve to both climax, pressing their cocks as deep as they can and groaning as they coat your insides.
There’s a moment of stillness, you all just hold yourselves, breathing heavily and basking in the pleasure.
Then Billy is pulling his cock out of your mouth and gently relaxing his hold on your hair, Eddie slips out of your ass and he helps Steve carefully roll you onto your side on the bed. There’s soft murmuring above you but you can’t comprehend anything outside of yourself, your mind blank and empty.
You feel a body pressed against your back and an arm around your waist, and someone’s running their fingers through your hair and stroking your face. After a few moments, your leg is being pushed, moved further up the bed and there’s a warm cloth being pressed against you. You whine quietly and flinch at the feeling of the rough fabric brushing against your swollen cunt and there’s a soft shushing noise.
You’re being rolled gently onto your back and there’s a body pressed against both your sides and someone is laying between your legs, resting their head on your stomach. They stroke your skin and hair and murmur words you don’t understand and the pressure of being surrounded by them grounds and relaxes you.
When you become aware of yourself and your surroundings, you let out a soft groan, alerting the boys to you.
“Hey baby” Steve’s murmuring against your cheek.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Billy asks softly from your other side. You risk a glance down and Eddie’s resting his chin on your tummy, staring up at you with doe eyes, he smiles lovingly when he notices you looking.
“Hey” You sound absolutely wrecked, voice broken and rough. Your body is sore and aching a little, and you were going to cry if they make you leave any time soon, “‘m good, sore, but good”
“Want a shower?” Steve asks, voice soft and sweet. You shake your head, letting your eyes slip closed and sighing.
“Not yet” You whisper.
“Sleep baby girl” Eddie tells you, pressing a kiss on your tummy, “We’ll take care of you, okay?”
You let yourself relax again, slipping back into yourself and welcoming the blissful, restful sleep. Within minutes you’re breathing deeply and the boys soon follow you, lulled to sleep by your quiet, rhythmic breathing.
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quit acting like a puppy • part one
BILLY HARGROVE x F!READER
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cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, dirty talk, rough sex, spitting, oral (m & f receiving), slapping, name calling, p in v, unprotected, friends with benefits, enemies (?) to lovers, pining
summary: you hook up with Billy and it’s great but you’re not looking for anything serious. but he can’t get enough of you.
Your fingertips move over his abs, drunken eyes focused on the way they flex and as they glance up, you catch a wicked smirk and darkened blue eyes staring back at you.
“C’mon, babe,” he purrs, “go ahead and get your fill before I keep them hands busy.”
In your intoxicated state, his words work but if you were just a smidge more sober, you’d cringe at them. You feel down his hip bones, down where his muscles point down to the thing in his pants he was bragging about back at the bar, the reason you’re even at his apartment in the first place. Sure the rest of him is gorgeous, but he talked a big game about his uh, endowment.
You drop to your knees, rolling your eyes at his comment before licking at the skin right above the waistband of his jeans. He loses a bit of composure from it and the way you scratch manicured nails down the sides of him. Makes a pretty sound that inflates your ego and has you sucking bruises against his golden skin. He shaved recently, the hairs barely there and you think it makes him more sensitive. Billy cards his fingers through your hair, tugs at the roots and chuckles out a breathy, “Guess your tongue works, too.”
“Oh, my tongue works. You’ll see,” you tell him confidently, licking a broad stroke up his abs as you unbutton his Levi’s and tug them down around his ankles.
You move down to mouth his hard on over his briefs and Billy groans. You glance up to catch his head tilting back with pleasure and you’ve barely even started, it makes you smirk against him. Focusing on the head, your hand moves to cup his balls and you’re quick at work making the fabric of his briefs soaked where his tip is. Sucking and licking. When you squeeze Billy’s balls, he lets out a louder noise and his hips jerk forward as he pulls on your hair. You can taste the saltiness of his precum seeping through the material and you hum happily against him. Billy attempts to shove your face against his crotch harder but you push on his thighs, pulling away from him.
“Sit,” you tell him, nodding to his bed, “Take them off.”
As Billy steps back, he pushes his briefs down to his ankles and kicks them off along with his jeans. Sits on the bed, palms on the sheets and spreads his legs for you. It’s easy to scoot between his feet, smoothing your hands up his thighs and scratching down them as you admire his cock and balls. He’s thick, mushroom tip shaped perfectly and it’s pink, leaking out the slit and dripping down the shaft. His balls are heavy but tight, sit pretty on the sheets and you think you’ll start with them. A quick glance up to make sure his eyes are on you before you lean down and graze your lips against his sack, feeling the weight of his cock against your face.
“Christ,” he breathes out, watching you intently, “you’re a fucking nymph, aren’t ya?”
You reply by licking at his balls, looking up at him with wide eyes. Nose nudging his shaft with your motions. The dude has stars in his eyes. You’ve had plenty of experience in this department but you’re determined to impress him because he might be the hottest one on the roster. You take the time to admire him, sculpted muscles corded in his arms and chest that lead up to a strong neck and jaw, surrounded by an overgrown curly blonde mullet. He’s got stubble but it’s thicker above his soft, pink tinted lips. Sharp cupids bow to match his angular cheekbones. Soft and adorable button nose that leads up to strong brows. Matched with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and some seriously luscious and curly dark eyelashes. The guys a natural blonde, as his pubes prove but his brows and lashes are dark. Like God was looking out for him.
“You’re fucking hot,” you admit as you pull away from his balls and Billy scoffs, all condescending but it’s cut short when you grab hold of his cock, tight at the base of him as you blink up at him. “But you know that. I don’t need to tell you.”
“You can tell me,” he gasps, abs flexing from the pleasure shooting up his body. “I like hearing it from a pretty girl like you.”
You pout, tilting your head as you raise up on your knees. “Just pretty?” You gather all the spit in your mouth you can and let it fall from your lips onto his tip, watching as it drips down the edge of his tip, the side of his shaft and to your fist wrapped around him.
“Hot, fucking— so hot,” he gasps, eyebrows furrowing, “Sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”
You giggle, “That’s more like it!” You stick your tongue out and slap the head of his cock against it, keep your eyes locked on his as you lick the most sensitive bit like an ice cream cone. He looks submissive in this moment but everything leading up to this tells you that’s out of place for him. He’s the one in control during moments like this. But you can’t have that. His lips are parted as he stares down at you, eyes all glassy. He doesn’t whine but he breathes heavy, squeezes the sheets in his fists as his muscles tighten. He’s trying not to thrust up at your face. Like a good boy. And you haven’t even told him.
Wrapping your lips around the tip, you sink down slowly. As slow as you can, taking breaks to circle him with your tongue and you haven’t moved your fingers yet, they’re still firmly holding on to the base of him. As you watch him, his eyes roll back before his lids flutter shut. There’s a goal here. Make this beautiful man fall apart. You think you have a talent. Once you get him as deep as you can, nose hitting the curly blonde hair, you exhale out of your nose and focus on not gagging. He’s deep though, poking the back of your throat and it’s not exactly comfortable but the sound Billy illicites makes it all worth it. Voice wrecked with the loud moan that pours from him. His thighs tense under your palm. You pull up, but not off entirely, stopping when just the tip is in and you suck, hard. Sinking back down and repeating the motion a couple of times. Billy’s large hands fly into your hair, determined to set the pace but you have other plans. If he doesn’t push your head down, you suck him harder and start stroking whatever isn’t in your mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He spits out, “Wait— Jesus, slow down.” His voice is breathy and spent, “Don’t wanna cum yet.”
You pull off with a loud pop, string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock, “Isn’t that the point of this?”
“Gotta feel your pussy before I cum,” he chokes out. “But, holy fuck, you’re good at that.”
“Thanks,” you grin, like he complimented you on a softball pitch and not your dick sucking.
You stand then, still between his feet as you begin to pull your dress up and over your head. Billy’s eyes scan your body and he still has this like, starstruck look on his face. It’s flattering, sure but you’re in your head. The guy is way too attractive to look at you like that. Even if you almost made him cum in record time with your mouth.
He sits up and gets his hands on your hips, pulls you closer and gets his mouth on your tits. Licks at the hardened buds, sucks one and moves his hand to squeeze the other breast. It feels good, his mouth is warm and determined and you grab onto his shoulders. Let him mouth at you for a bit, moaning as you look down to watch him.
“That feels really good,” you tell him, voice heightened with arousal.
“Yeah?” He asks around your nipple, moving his hand down to cup your heat over your thong. Rubs against your cunt with firm and rough fingers. Makes you gasp and lean your hips forward into the touch.
“Yeah,” you whine.
Billy smirks, “Sucking my cock made you so wet. Can feel how soaked you are.”
Damnit. The cocky bastard is back but it feels too good to stop him. Your hands lace through his curls, mouth agape as you look down at him. Watch as he licks and sucks on your chest while his fingers easily find your clit and rub circles against the bundle of nerves over the sticky material of your lace underwear. Billy has thick fingers. You wanna feel them without the underwear.
“Take them off, wanna feel you,” you whisper.
He pulls back with a smile, pushes you a step back and leans down. Bites on the strap of your underwear and drags it down with his teeth. It’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. He uses his hands to help get them the rest of the way off and then slides them up to grab handfuls of your ass, squeezing the flesh and biting the skin of your hipbone. You whimper, staring down at him with desire. He spanks you, rough and abrupt.
“Need you to sit on my face, pretty girl,” he tells you, licks against your hipbone before spanking you one time and then lays back, pulling you with him. You grab hold of his jaw once you’re straddling him, feeling his shaft against your folds and you crash your lips into his. Billy kisses filthy. All sloppy. Tongue invading your mouth, dragging against your teeth, tongue and roof of your mouth. His hands easily find your ass again, kneading at the fat as he rolls his hips up. His cock catches against your clit and you moan into his mouth.
“I meant it,” he mumbles against your lips, “Gotta taste you. C’mon, sit that pretty pussy on my face.”
You don’t hesitate, kissing him one more time before moving up. Once your pussy is hovering his mouth, he grabs the tops of your thighs and pulls you down on him. Wet, hot mouth meeting your cunt. He moans into it and then licks through your folds. Prods his tongue at your hole and moves it back up. You gasp, hands flat on the mattress to keep yourself upright. His tongue meets your clit, flat and broad and your hips roll on their volition. And before you know it, you’re riding Billy’s face. Setting the pace, grinding down on his tongue as you focus on finding your climax. Using his mouth completely. His stubble causes some friction but you like it, humping against Billy’s face as you’re totally lost in chasing your orgasm. It’s almost pathetic how quickly you’re cumming.
Coating his face in your juices as you cry out, body jerking as the orgasm crashes through you.
“Fuuuuck!”
Billy doesn’t let up, continues lapping at your sensitive cunt as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. Moans with you as you climax. Gives you a minute before he’s rolling over, pushing you on your back and slapping your pussy. Looks at you with these frenzied eyes and easily slips two fingers inside of your cunt. You cry out, overstimulated but ready to go again as he pumps his fingers in and out of your soaking hole. Your back arches, vision blurry as your eyes prick from tears. It’s almost too much, almost.
“Such a good girl,” he coos from above you, lips and chin shiny from your juices. Looks even prettier like that.
“Fuck,” you curse, eyes crossing slightly as he fucks you deep and hard with his thick digits. Then he grabs your jaw with his free hand, forcing your mouth open as he looms over you. Has this wicked, borderline unhinged look which shouldn’t turn you on like it does. And then the fucker spits in your mouth before licking against your tongue and kissing you as filthy as humanly possible. Your eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut as you let him have control. Taking the brutal thrusts of his fingers and the intrusion of his tongue that tastes like your pussy,
Is Billy the first man to make you cum before he does? Yeah, but you’re not keen on focusing on that right now because the way it fills your stomach with butterflies is making you a bit sick.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he babbles out as he curls his fingers up, “Look like a fucking dream, taking my fingers like a good little slut.”
Motherfuckers unlocked a kink and you’re too far gone to hide it. Crying out and bucking your hips up at him, whimpering pathetically as you nod.
“Oh,” he smirks, voice dark, “You like being called a slut, don’t you? S’that get you going? ‘Cause you know it’s true. Know that you’re a dirty fucking slut, don’t ya?”
“Yes,” you pant, legs shaking as he drills his fingers in and out of your obscenely dripping cunt.
“Say it,” he growls, face so close to yours. “Tell me you’re a dirty slut.”
“I’m a dirty slut,” you gasp, “Fuck me like the fucking whore I am, Billy.”
He bites his lip as he smirks, gripping your face before spitting on it. Barely any of it lands in your mouth and he smooths his hand over your face, smearing your makeup with it before he slaps you. “Want me to show you what a desperate, dirty whore you are?”
“Please,” you beg, “Please, pretty please!”
He pulls his fingers from you abruptly, you feel empty so you whimper and wiggle your hips. He smacks hard against your pussy, then spits down on it and grips his cock, spreads the saliva as he drags his tip through your folds. Slaps the tip against your clit, making your body jerk as your back arches and you squeal.
“Think such a desperate slut deserves my cock?” he pouts, shaking the head of his cock against your clit which sends the most incredible shockwaves through your body.
“Yes, yes,” you pant, “I need it. I’m such a slut, I need it, need your cock.”
He laughs, a soft exhale that’s cruel but he’s looking down at you fondly. Even strokes your cheekbone with his thumb, drags it down to the corner of your lips and you move to lick his fingertip. Suck it into your mouth and look at him desperately. He groans softly, the tip of his cock slipping down to rub circles against your entrance. You hum needy around his thumb, hands moving up to grab hold of his wrist as you wiggle your hips, trying to maneuver his cock inside you.
“You’re—- you’re something else, babygirl,” he says and his voice is deep and so sexy. “Think you’ve earned it,” he breathes out and slips inside you, eyelids fluttering shut as he feels your cunt suck his cock in. You inhale sharply with his thumb still pressed to your tongue. He sheathes deeper inside you, left hand still extended so you can suck on his thumb while his right grips your hip tightly. The head of his cock brushes against that sweet spongy spot deep inside you so tenderly, has your eyes cross before they roll back and you grip tighter on his wrist as you moan around his thumb.
Hookups aren’t like this. You know that. You’re usually bent over, so they aren’t looking at your face. You’re not typically drooling around their thumb while they fuck you missionary. This is good sex. Which you’ve had but not… not this good. Never so intense and intimate. You get that uncomfortable feeling in your tummy again until Billy reels his hips back and snaps forward harshly, deteriorating every thought in your head. He fucks you dumb, thrusts quick and deep. Spilling out moans and repeatedly telling you what a slut you are. Not much else to think about when you’re being fucked into oblivion.
You blink your eyes open, vision blurry for a beat before you’re met with the prettiest sight. Billy’s sweating, beads forming at his hairline and you move to feel down his back, sweat forming there too and it’s all gross and sticky and so fucking sexy. You gasp, lips parting but he doesn’t pull his thumb away. It’s still pressed to your tongue and he punches little, repetitive uh, uh, uh’s from you. The sound of your skin meeting, harsh slaps, fills the room. His cock is so thick, stretching your hole deliciously, and so long, massaging against your g-spot with every stroke. You feel ten times drunker and you know it’s from his cock, and not the shots shared at the bar. And you feel fucking dumb too.
“S’a good little slut for me,” he growls, eyes locked on your face which is kind of overwhelming but incredibly hot, “taking my cock so good. You my little princess, huh?”
That’s a new one, feels better than slut which surprises you. Has tears stinging at your eyes, making your mascara bleed as they roll down your cheeks. Billy takes his thumb out of your mouth to wipe them away, leans down to kiss you. Softer this time. Tongue just barely swiping across your lower lip. You cling to him, back arching as he thrusts particularly deep.
“Feel so good,” he keeps talking, lips dragging against your wet cheek. “So pretty for me.”
“B-Billy…” you stutter as you wrap your legs around your waist, which somehow has him even deeper inside you.
“Yeah,” he coos, brushing his nose against your cheekbone, “Feel nice? Can feel me so deep inside you, princess?”
“Billy,” you’re fucking stupid. All you can say is his name. And you’re not saying it. You’re whining it. “Billy… Billy… Billy…”
He hums, kisses your cheek, holds you steady as he drills into you, “I know.” God, this is so intimate. There’s a white, hot pleasure spreading over your nerves. Brings you to even more tears. It’d make you so sick if you weren’t so elated in euphoria. If this were any other hookup, you’d be panicked about the lack of condom. But you’re aching for Billy to cum inside you. Wanna feel it fill you up. Want to make him feel so good he cums before he has time to pull out. This has you tightening your legs around his waist. Heel digging into his ass as you arch your back.
The second climax hits you like a tidal wave. It’s unexpected, you don’t even realize you were close as it washes over you. You cry out his name, tears streaming down your cheeks as you writhe against him. Scratching down his back. Clinging to him, pulling him impossibly closer as your vision goes completely white. He smells good. It’s what you notice as you come back to reality, faces squished together at the cheeks and your nose is pressed up against his damp curls. Makes your orgasm drag out as you inhale deeply, shuddering a breath out as you gasp out sobs. It’s foreign to you. Crying from an orgasm but Billy doesn’t seem alarmed. Grabs hold your face and kisses you harshly as he thrusts quicker and deeper until his hips still and he spills his load against your fluttering walls. Groaning your name against your lips.
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Turns out, the cocky bastard is a clingy one. As you were sneaking out the morning after, he woke up. Rolled over and sat up, rubbed his pretty eyes and blinked at you, “Ya gonna leave before breakfast?”
So you’d stayed. Made small talk. Told him where you work.
Three weeks later, there’s flowers being delivered to your office… for you. They’re pretty. Tropical flowers like you mentioned you liked. Your coworkers ask a million questions. While you remember the sex as being the best you’ve ever had, you’re not really looking for a boyfriend. The past handful of them never worked out, so why would Billy be any different. You’d been panicked for two weeks after the hook up because he came inside and you were praying that your period came early. And it came late. By two days which had you in a fucking frenzy. So you were relieved when it came but then came the flowers. You stared at them angrily as you typed away memos for your boss. You’re made that they made you blush. When you read the handwritten card, you wanted to puke.
Had the best night of my life with you. Would like a chance to properly woo you.
And his phone number.
You refused to call. You wouldn’t. A boyfriend wasn’t part of the plan. Dating casually wasn’t a part of your plan. Regardless of how incredible the sex was.
Boyfriends. Love. The whole thing made you bitter. There’s no way it’s happening.
A week passes, the flowers die and you throw them away. Then you’re finishing up a memo your boss asked you to type when there’s a knock on your door.
“Come in,” you call, not taking your eyes away from the typewriter.
“Hot shot, huh?” His voice has you jerking your head up and damnit, he looks handsome.
Tight Levi’s, motorcycle boots and a red button up, but only the last two buttons are done up. Tucked into his jeans. His hair is luscious. Blonde curls framing his face and a dangly earring in his ear. His skin just as golden as you remember, not that you’re trying to.
“Can I help you?” you can’t hide the disdain in your voice.
“Ouch,” he presses his hand to his bare chest, “That any way to treat a man who made you cum so hard you cried?”
Your eyes widen as you look at the door, “Keep your voice down. The women in this office have big ears and even bigger mouths. Don’t need anyone knowing the gritty details of my sex life.”
Billy kicks the door shut with his foot and then leans against it, “I was hoping I could take you out to lunch.”
“You were dreaming,” you smile at him, dripping in condescension.
“Sure was. What do ya say?” He steps closer to your desk, hand on his belt.
You sigh, lean back against your chair as you look at him, “You sent me flowers with your number, if I was interested, I would’ve called.”
Billy purses his lips and flattens his palms against your desk, leaning down as he says, “Thought maybe you’d be intimidated, so here I am, making the uh, third move.”
You blink at him in disbelief, “Don’t know how to take a hint, do ya?”
“I don’t need to bring up that you cried again, do I?”
“You just did.”
“Come to lunch with me,” he shrugs, “If you’re not feeling it afterwards, I’ll leave you alone.”
You chew on your lip as you think about it. It is a free lunch. And you skipped breakfast so you’re kind of starving. And okay, yeah, Billy looks good. He’s handsome but he’s more annoying than he is pretty.
“Fine. I’m hungry,” you sigh, “But I have to finish this memo, first.”
You go back to typing, trying to ignore the guy's eyes on you. You glance up to glare at him and he just chews his gum obnoxiously and smirks. “You’re insufferable,” you tell him.
He grins, eyes crinkling with it, “Thanks, toots. You are so fine in this uh, get up. Very professional yet very seductive.”
You sigh exaggeratedly, finishing the end of the memo before pulling the paper out of the typewriter. You grab your purse and usher his out the door, dropping by the front desk to hand the receptionist the memo.
“I’m going to lunch. Mr. Harrington wants this memo forwarded to the whole staff,” you tell her and ignore the way she eyes Billy up and down.
“Will do,” she smiles, “Have a fun lunch.”
“I won’t,” you reply with a sarcastic smile and head out the front doors, Billy close on your feet.
“Mr. Harrington?” He questions as he follows you to the parking lot, “Like Steve Harrington?”
“Yeah, his dads my boss,” you explain, “Where are you taking me to lunch?”
“Enzo’s?”
“You can afford that?” You tease as you stop in your tracks, tilting your head at him.
“Uh, yeah,” he looks shocked by that, hands shoving in his pockets, “I’m an electrician. Well, I do construction in general but right now, just an electrician.”
“I didn’t ask,” you roll your eyes as you walk to his annoyingly pretty car. A sports car fits him, though.
He rolls his eyes but opens the passenger door for you. You sink in and notice his car smells like cigarettes. He smokes? As he slides into the drivers side, he pulls a pack of Marlboros from his shirt pocket and lights one up. And a cigarette sounds good right now so you make grabby hands and he hands it over before lighting another.
“You keep proving to be the woman of my dreams,” he says with dreamy eyes and you roll yours.
“Take me to lunch, loser.”
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Billy, Eddie and Steve react to you sitting on their lap
a/n: Yes the classic there's only one seat left in the car, I had to do it with our boys! These got way filthier than I envision and I love it?? hope you all enjoy
warnings: fem!reader, slight exhibitionism, daddy kink, clit play, fingering, dry humping, filthy Dom Billy, straight up virgin!Eddie cumming in his pants, its hot
Billy:
Billy would definitely be the one to suggest you sit in his lap in the first place, deliberately staying back as the others got in the car so it would just be the two of you left. His eyes would be glowing dangerously as he casually says for you to sit on his lap, tongue swiping slowly over his lips as you agree, none the wiser. Billy loves how easy this is, you’re so innocent and unassuming of his behaviour being anything more than friendly. It fuels his desire to ruin you, to take your sweet innocence and corrupt you into his little slut. He smirks at you as he pats his lap, leaning his back into the seat and jutting his hips out further as you crawl in after him. He’s not discreet in looking up your skirt as you sit down on his lap, biting his lips as he catches a glimpse of your thong. Only a slut wears a thong, Billy muses to himself. He adjusts the second you’re on his lap, pretending he’s getting comfy when he’s actually just pressing you further up against his crotch. He keeps his strong hands on your hips, holding you firmly in place so you ‘don’t fall off.’ You have to squeeze your thighs together discreetly at the closeness of him, at his hands that are gripping you so tightly, thumbs rubbing your hips gently. You hope Billy doesn’t notice that you’re getting turned on from being on his lap, each bump of the car making you bounce in his lap and have to bite your lip to keep from letting out a sound. But of course Billy notices, he’s been watching you like a hawk and the second he feels you squirming in his lap he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. Billy adjusts again, holding your hips to grind you against the growing bulge in his jeans, smirking wolfishly as he hears the little whimper you accidentally let out. You’re so easy to get a response out of, Billy knows that if he wanted to slide that little thong to the side and slip inside of you right now in front of all these people, you’d let him. He rocks you against him again, watching as your eyes flutter shut and you mouth an ‘oh’ head resting back against his chest. He keeps slowly grinding you against him as you try and keep in your moans, chest heaving and legs squirming from his movements. Billy chuckles when your hips move of their own accord, grinding back against him desperate for more friction, making him dig his nails hard into your hips.
“Careful sweetheart, or I’m gunna have to fuck you right here in this seat” He whispers low into your ear, making shivers run up your spine and a quiet whimper slip past your lips. You can’t believe you’re doing this, especially with people right next to you, but thankfully everyone was distracted enough not to notice the tension between the two of you. And Billy was so fucking hot, he had you soaked already, you wanted to see what else he could do if you pushed him.
“What if I want you to fuck me here daddy?” You whisper back to him, pouting and brandishing your doe eyes at him while his eyes cloud over in darkness. Billy growls and ruts against you, his big hand discreetly slipping under your skirt to harshly grab your thigh.
“Be careful what you wish for princess” He growls into your ear, smirking as his hand travels further up your thigh and finds your clothed cunt, humming lowly as he feels you through the fabric. “So fucking wet it’s already dripping down your thighs huh?” He says, low and strained into your ear. You can only nod in response as you do everything in your power not to moan aloud. You’re grinding against him so furiously you don’t know how the others haven’t noticed, gripping on his shirt tight as he slips his fingers under your panties and spreads your slick over your cunt. Without warning one of his fingers is slipping into your tight, warm heat, and you let out an audible whimper that you have to play off as a gasp when the others turn to look at you. You try and stay still in his lap while Steve double checks your okay, but Billy wants to see you break, slipping a second finger in your cunt and fingering you faster while you try and stutter a response. Once Steve was satisfied and had turned back to the loud conversation, Billy chuckles darkly into your ear as he watches you come apart on him. “What, you didn’t want him to know that you’re such a slut you’re letting Billy Hargrove finger you in front of him?” He mocks, laughing lowly as you pout and try to shake your head. “Such a fucking brat” He growls, sliding his fingers slowly out of your pussy as you whine at the lack of contact. That is until you feel him shifting underneath your ass, unbuckling his jeans and sliding down the zip so that he can slip his hard cock out. “I think I’ll have to fuck this attitude out of you.” He says in a quiet groan. You bite your lip so hard you think you may draw blood as he teases your cunt with the tip of his cock, this was so fucking hot but so fucking wrong considering how easily you could get caught. What would the others say to you if they found out what you were doing, how disgusted would they be? The thought of it just thrills you more, makes you feel like a filthy little slut. The perfect little subby brat for him. You have to hide your face in your hands and turn to face the window when Billy sinks your hips down on him, muffling your noises and hiding your fucked out expression. Billy throws his head back with a low groan, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feels your tight, warm pussy clenching around him. He wants nothing more than to pound you until you’re crying, but he knows that’s better off saved for later, considering how he has an idea of how he could tease you far worse right now. He’d felt the way your cunt had squeezed around his fingers tighter when you were talking to Steve before. “Hey Harrington. Y/n wanted to ask you something” He says nonchalantly, jutting his hips into yours and pushing his cock deeper inside you while you squeak and turn with pink cheeks to look at Steve, who is patiently looking at you with those angel eyes, waiting to hear your question. God Billy is such a fucking dick.
Eddie:
When Eddie noticed there was only one seat left he’d instantly offer it to you being the gentleman he is, insisting he’d just walk or something and meet you guys there. But you’d just shake your head and laugh it off, stopping his rambling and saying that you’re his best friend so its totally chill if you just sit on his lap. As a hum of approval comes from everyone in the car, Eddie has to pick up his jaw from the ground and pretend he too was chill about it. He desperately did want you to sit on his lap, he’d imagined it many times, but he didn’t want you to feel him pop a boner and realise he thinks of you as much more than just a friend. His cheeks are red up to his ears as he slides himself onto the seat stiffly, swallowing and trying to discreetly steady his breathing as you climb in after him and seat yourself on his lap. The first thing he can’t help but notice is how soft your ass felt pressed up against him, biting his knuckle behind your head as he wills himself to think about anything else to not get turned on. Certainly not how good you smell this close to him, the subtle scent of your shampoo making butterflies fill his stomach. Not how good your bare thighs look on top of him, how your skirt has ridden up in the back and your bare ass is against him. He has to bite back a groan when he realises he can feel the heat of your pussy through his jeans, unable to keep the blood from rushing to his cock as he desperately tries to keep himself from rutting against you. You make casual conversation with him as he dies internally, praying you can’t feel his growing bulge. It doesn’t help that he’s never had a girl sat on his lap before, this was all too much for him. He just wants to flip you around in his lap and worship every inch of you. See you sweating and blissed out riding his cock in this backseat. Eddie swallows hard as he tries to keep his mind from wondering, his chest heaving against your back. You feel this and you can see the strained look on his face out of the corner of your eye, smirking to yourself at his reaction. You had an inkling that Eddie may like you too considering the both of you jokingly flirted a lot, but it had never got so far as the two of you being close like this. Feeling confident in Eddie’s reaction you test the waters with a cheeky shift of your hips, grinding back against him nonchalantly as you hear the boy gasp and breathe in sharply through his nose. You pretend that you’re just adjusting, grinding harder against him as you back up further on his lap. A breathy moan of your name spills out of Eddie’s lips, and you turn to look him while feigning innocence.
“What’s the matter Eds?” You ask him teasingly, fake pouting at him while he tries to cough and act casual.
“N-nothing, just a bit hot in here” He mutters quickly, averting his eyes from you quickly as he feels his cheeks burn up. He holds his breath, half expecting you to out him for being rock hard against you. Surely you can feel it, it’s straining in his pants and you’d ground right against it…
“You sure Eddie?” You say in sweet concern, looking at him with wide eyes as you wiggle once more in his lap. His eye twitches as he tries to keep a straight face and not groan, nodding back at you as he ponders if this was intentional or not. Eddie couldn’t believe a girl as hot as you would be grinding on him on purpose, but you weren’t stupid and neither was he. He bites his lip and his heart races as his hands slowly move from being wrapped around you to gently taking a hold of your hips, noting the breathy sigh you let out when you feel him touching you. His heart thumps heavy in his chest as you do another one of those teasing fucking grinds against him, but this time his strong hands grip your hips and pull you against him harder, spilling a breathy gasp from your lips. This makes a little smirk play on Eddie’s lips, gaining some confidence from your reaction. He rocks you against him again and you let out a quiet whimper that somehow makes his cock even harder, he can feel his cock beading precum into his pants.
“Eddie” You whisper breathily, looking at him through your eyelashes over your shoulder. He looks so gorgeous with his blissed out eyes and his mouth agape, panting heavily as you push your ass back against his cock.
“You started it” He drawls, chuckling low as you bite your lip and smirk back at him knowing you were caught. He throws his head back when you respond by grinding harder against him, your hips rolling your pussy so deliciously over his aching cock. Eddie bites back his moans, his hand running through his messy hair and eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to fall apart from the sheer pleasure of you grinding on him.
“I’m so wet for you Eddie” You moan quietly into his ear, making a strangled groan come out of his mouth that he has to disguise as a cough. Eddie whimpers as he holds your hips tighter, mind filled only with your sexy fucking voice and the thought of getting to sink into your soaking pussy. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t do anything but growl and rut you against him faster as he feels himself getting closer. He couldn’t stop now, it was all too fucking hot having you grinding on his lap and doing this with people right next to you. You notice his movements getting more frantic, a smirk playing on your lips as you realise he’s actually close to cumming from this.
“Does my pussy feel too good Eds? You gunna cum in your pants just from grinding on me?” You coo into his ear, making him whine as his hips stutter even faster. “Imagine how good it will feel when you’re stretching me out” You tease breathily, making Eddie unable to stop himself from moaning and rocking you against him desperately while he spills his seed into his trousers. Eddie feel white hot pleasure coursing his veins as he cums more than he thinks he ever has, panting as he tries to catch his breath. You clench your thighs tight from how hot the sight of him was, that desperate, frantic look in his eyes, the way he shook while he came all over himself because of you. God you can’t wait to get him out of this car.
Steve:
Steve is very used to being the designated driver for everyone, so he was thrilled to for once get to just be a passenger on one of your adventures. That is until Dustin shouts out that they are gunna be one seat short, and everyone shotguns and jumps into the car before Steve can even begin move. He was about to sigh angrily and curse his luck, until he turns to see you are still standing beside him cutely, shuffling on your feet.
“I guess its just us then” You say with a soft laugh, “I’d offer you my lap but I think I’m a bit too small for it, so it's gunna have to be yours if that’s okay” You say shyly, a pink haze on your cheeks as you look at Steve expectantly. Steve almost chokes at this but manages to outwardly keep his cool, saying that it’s totally okay and smoothly sliding into the car. And he is totally okay with it, fuck, he can’t pretend it’s not something he’s thought about a million times before. But that’s what makes it risky, and Steve isn’t sure he’ll be able to keep himself from getting excited. You climb in after him and Steve swallows hard, trying to respectfully look away as you sit down but catching a glimpse of your panties before he can pry his eyes away. He already feels his cock twitch in his pants as your clothed cunt meets his lap, trying to push out the image of your panties or the thought of how good you feel right now. But then you have to go and wiggle on his lap, adjust your position and grind ever so gently against him in the process. He clears his throat as he tries not to groan, making you look innocently back at him with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, just trying to get comfy” You say breathlessly, your flustered features catching Steve’s eyes. What’s got you looking so hot and bothered?
“No worries, you comfy now?” He asks you in a low voice that makes you squeeze your legs shut, which he notices with interest. He entertains the thought for a second that maybe, just maybe, you were also trying not to get turned on from this? But he puts it down to wishful thinking when you respond that you’re just feeling a bit warm, nodding understandingly at you. Things are silent for a moment, until the road starts to get more bumpy. Each bump had you bouncing in his lap and flooding his mind with filthy thoughts about all the times he’s imagined you riding him. But nothing could compare to this, the little squeaks and gasps you’d let out when there was a particularly hard bump, the way you thighs seemed to be rubbing together, the flush on your cheeks. Steve likes to think he knows what a woman in pleasure looks like, and this was it. He was getting painfully hard now, his mind hazing over as your ass seems to grind against him of your own accord. He watches you carefully, sees how heavily you’re panting, sees you bite your lip as you definitely deliberately grind against him again. He’d caught you now.
“Are you having fun there, baby?” He whispers deeply into your ear, making you gasp and shiver as you look up at him with wide eyes. Steve chuckles at your reaction, his hands fiddling with the hem of your skirt teasingly. “You think I can’t feel you grinding on me? See you rubbing those perfect little thighs together?” He coos, his hand slipping under your skirt to run up your thigh, gently rubbing circles into the soft skin. You let out a quiet whimper that makes Steve want to bend you over and take you now, this was all too hot for him to care. “You gunna answer me baby? I want to hear your pretty voice” He says, halting his movements and making you squirm and whine at the lack of contact. You look at him hesitantly, nervous and shy to confess to him that you certainly had been enjoying yourself. He urges you on with a cocked eyebrow, his tongue running over his lip as he looks at you be so cute and flustered because of him.
“You just felt so good, I couldn’t help it” You whisper bashfully, looking down into your lap shyly. Steve almost groans aloud, he hadn’t expected such an innocent answer from you, he could hear the desperation in your sweet voice.
“That’s so hot baby” He grunts quietly, grinding his cock up into you as he continues moving his his hand on your thigh. Your cheeks are pink as his fingers find your panties and you bury your face in his shoulder to try and keep your mewls in. He rubs your clit gently through the fabric and you let out a whine into his shoulder that makes blood rush straight to his cock. “You like that baby girl? Look how sweet you look, letting me play with you” He coos at you, loving the way you blush and get overwhelmed by his dirty talking. He can’t get over how gorgeous you look all disheveled and desperate for him, and he certainly can’t wait to get you home after this. He dips his fingers into your panties and lets out a breathy ‘fuck’ when he feels how wet you are. “God you’re so wet baby, is this all because of me?” He says with a teasing chuckle, spreading your slick to rub your clit with the wetness. You nod and whimper against his chest and he just wants to ruin you, you were unequivocally his now, he won’t have it any other way. He wants to fuck you so bad, but that can wait, for now he has to at least make you cum on his lap. Steve rubs his teasing circles on your clit, his own heavy panting and grunting in your ear pushing you closer to the edge. It was so hot, so illicit, letting your best friend rub your clit while everyone was right next to you. The thought pushes you further, makes you squeeze your legs tight as you feel yourself about to cum. Steve’s strong hand comes to cover to mouth to keep in your moans, and that’s when you feel white hot pleasure course through you as you cum on his fingers, legs shaking weakly as he makes you ride it out. “Good girl” Steve coos, rubbing your thigh soothingly as you come down from your high. “You did so good baby” He praises you, his free hand stroking your arm and taking your hand gently in his. “My perfect girl.”
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