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soldierboysweed · 2 years

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Sub!Billy x Dom!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Good boy kink / praise kink, sub Billy, oral (Fem receiving), riding, face riding, breast play, aftercare, sex, swearing, hair pulling, first time dom!Reader, mummy kink without using the word mummy

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The party had ended over an hour ago. Almost everyone had gone home. The few people who had stayed were either waiting for lifts home or discussing where they could go next. You tried to clean up some of the mess in the kitchen so there would be less to do in the morning.

Turning around you jumped. Billy Hargrove was shaking the cans of beer you collected to see if any of them were empty. He was clearly a little drunk from the way he swayed and the redness to his face. "Billy?" You said as you took the empty can he was holding.

“(Y/N)” Billy said eagerly and smiled sweetly at you. “Hi.”

“Are you okay? Do you need me to ask somebody to drive you home?” You asked. He frowned and shook his head.

“I’m okay, I just need another drink.” Billy mumbled.

“You need something to sober up or your going to be sick.” You said to him. He shook his head, bouncing the curls around his face as he did.

“No. I’m never sick.” Billy insisted as you went to the fridge to find him something to eat.

"You were sick three weeks ago! You drank almost two kegs in a row." You insisted. Billy scrunched up his nose and shook his head. You laughed and relented which made him smile again as you agreed with him. As you looked for something to line his stomach you handed him food from the fridge. It wasn't until you glanced at him and realised he'd stuffed a whole load of grapes in his mouth that he was eating whatever you handed him. Shutting the fridge you found some plain sugar cookies and got him a pint glass of water.

“Here.” You offered him the drink.

"No thanks. Do you have more beer?" He asked. You frowned at him. The party was over and you wanted as many people who could, to go home. You were certain that he and his friends were the only ones left.

"Sit." You said firmly and pointed to a chair at the kitchen table. He sat obediently. "Drink this. Slowly." You said in the same tone. Again he did as he was told. When he'd finished it you got him a second glass and set the cookies next to him. Telling him to stay there and eat them you left to see who else was still around. To your dismay everyone had gone, leaving Billy alone at your house with no way of getting home. Heading back into the kitchen you found Billy still nibbling at the cookies.

“Hi.” He said, smiling at you again.

"Hi Billy. You know you're a lot easier to deal with when you're buzzed. Who knew you could be such a good boy." You said and he blushed violently and cracked an even bigger smile.

"I'm always a good boy if you ask me to be." He said earnestly. You nodded and made a noise as if you didn't believe him.

"Is there any way you're going to be sober in the next twenty minutes?" You asked him hopefully. You knew he wouldn't be and there wasn't much point asking. He'd be sober in a few hours but you were hoping to go to bed soon. Billy shrugged. Resigning to letting him crash on your sofa you went to the airing cupboard to get some blankets. Billy followed you, still eating a cookie and dropping crumbs everywhere. Insisting that you take his keys from him you had Billy hand them over, making sure he wouldn't be able to drive until he sobered up.

"You know. You're pretty." Billy said.

"Thank you. Here. You can sleep on the sofa for the night. Ok?" You asked. He nodded and sat down taking the blanket from you. He was still in his jeans and jacket, only having the forethought to kick off his boots as he leaned back into the sofa. As you walked away to head to your room and go to bed you heard him say. "You have no idea how many times I've seen you naked in my mind."

Turning you saw Billy leaning over the back of the sofa. If he was a cartoon character he would have had stars and hearts shooting out of his eyes. Nodding slowly you headed to your room, got ready for bed and fell asleep.

You woke up suddenly and looked at your alarm clock. It was two am. You'd been asleep for three hours. There was a rummaging in the room and you turned your bedside light on. "Billy?"

"I need my keys." Billy muttered.

"They're on my bedside table." You muttered and rolled over. Billy searched and you tried to go back to sleep until you felt him gently shake you.

"They're not there." Billy mumbled.

“Did I say you could speak?” You snapped.

“No ma’am.” Billy said quietly.

"Hmm. Maybe I put it on the kitchen counter." You muttered and went to look for it. You came back to find Billy still sitting in the same spot. "I can't find your keys. You might as well stay and we'll find them when I clean up tomorrow."

"But I…" Billy started.

"Billy seriously? What's wrong with staying here?" You complained. You wanted to go back to bed. You knew you were being grumpy and that you should look for the keys again but you really couldn't be asked to do much more than stand next to your bed.

"Nothing, I just figured you'd want me out of your way." Billy muttered.

"So you woke me up. To get out of my way?" You asked and he nodded sheepishly. With a nod you got back into bed. "If you want to look for your keys, look for them. If you want to wait for the morning that's fine too. Just don't wake me up again or else." You said and pointed a finger at him.

"Or else what?" Billy asked. You sat up and looked at him. He'd turned and was now sitting fully on your bed.

"Or else. I will… tell everyone that you. Like… being called a good boy. It makes you all flushed." You said quickly. He narrowed his eyes and then sucked at his teeth. He grabbed at your ankle and yanked you down the bed until you met in the middle he was looming over your, a hand either side of your head.

"Who told you that?" Billy asked.

"You did. Drunk… Billy did." You said quickly feeling suddenly at a loss of power.

"Can't trust drunk Billy. He's a horny little shit." Billy joked. You smiled and then panicked when Billy leaned in closer. "But you can't tell anyone."

Sighing you reached up and pulled at the curls at the back of Billy's head forcing him to sit up as you stood on your bed. "You're not incharge right now. I am." You said as you let go of his hair and held his face gently between your thumb and your pointer finger. Your heart was pounding. You'd never spoken to anyone like this before, let alone, Billy Hargrove. Billy's pupils were blown wide as he looked up at you, almost panting a little as he sat still. "You can either quietly find your keys and turn out the light and lock up on the way out. Or, you can go to sleep and ask me to help you find them in the morning." Your firm voice trembled but whatever bewitching tone you had used had worked on Billy.

"Can I sleep in here with you? Please?" He asked. The please came out like a whined beg. You nodded slowly.

"Only if you behave yourself. No funny business." You warned. Billy promised and shut off the light. You heard him undressing and frowned at him in the dark.

"I wasn't comfortable." He explained. Having stripped down to his boxers and his socks he got into bed next to you. He fidgeted around until he was comfortable. His breath fanned over the back of your neck and one arm reached out over the pillow above your head. When you tried to get comfortable you realised he was taking up a lot of space. He moved until you were comfortable again and settled down. Which didn't last long as you felt something hard press against your thigh.

“Billy!” You huffed and sat up.

"I'm sorry! Sorry. I couldn't help it. You pulled my hair and you looked me right in the eyes and you, bossed me around. You were… very attractive doing it." Billy said quickly and scooted right over to the edge of the bed.

"I was? You like when people are mean to you?" You asked, confused. Billy sighed and rolled his eyes, slumping back against your pillows, running his hands over his face.

"It's not the mean part! It's not even being mean it's being told what to do but. Safely?" He said as if he'd never thought about it before.

"And that's the good boy thing too?" You asked.

"I hate drunk Billy right now. He's making me have all these deep conversations in the middle of the night." Billy grumbled and sighed.

"We don't have to talk about why. It could just be what it is?" You offered and Billy smiled.

"Sure. So what about you?" He asked.

"What about me?" You answered quickly.

"I've seen you hooking up with people at parties. What is it for you?" Billy asked and rolled over to look at you.

"You have not seen me hooking up with people!" You insisted.

"I so have! You make out with them and then go off together and come back looking like you had some fun. You never pick me though." Billy smiled at you and scoffed.

"It's never very exciting or satisfying." You admitted. Billy smiled and shrugged.

"You could always use me to figure out what you want." Billy let what he said hang in the air and you huffed.

"I don't even know where to start." You said quietly.

"What do you wish was better about your party flings?" Billy asked and folded his arms behind his head.

"They are bad at kissing. They don't go slow enough or fast enough and they, just fuck badly. They're all scared of boobs." You listed off quickly. Billy nodded and tried to look very serious but you could tell he was amused. "Plus the three that tried were so bad at eating pussy."

Billy erupted into laughter. It took a good two minutes for him to gather himself and he was still giggling when he calmed down.

"Hey!" You snapped.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just. I didn't expect you to come right out and be like they're shit at eating me out. That. That must be terrible to be so unsatisfied. You're lucky I happened to move here because I'm actually an expert in that field." Billy said and smiled when you rolled your eyes at him.

"Oh yeah? Is there a school of sex in California?" You asked. Billy nodded.

"Yep. It's called Billy Hargrove's sex school." Billy grinned when you laughed a little. "You never thought about bossing them around like you did with me tonight?"

"I did but they found it too intimidating." You answered.

"Sounds about right." Billy muttered. He sighed and rolled over to look at you. "You have me here all night. We could try some of your vanilla things and see what you like."

"You won't tell anyone about it?" You asked.

"Maybe I'll mention I'm the best fuck of your life and no one will ever be better so everyone should just give up. I wouldn't give them the dirty details." Billy joked. He saw you were serious and nodded. "I will do my best but if someone says you're bad in bed I won't be able to defend your honour."

"Such a shame." You said and he smiled. You paused and huffed out a shaky breath. "What do we do to start?"

"Don't ask me if you're the boss." Billy said quickly.

"Ok. First take your socks off, it's weird that you're wearing socks in bed when it's summer time." You started. Billy frowned at you but obliged, throwing them over onto his jeans on the floor.

You'd felt confident when Billy was talking. But now he was waiting, looking at you curiously and you knew you could say almost anything and he would do it, you felt nervous. "We start with the basics, kissing." You said simply. It felt like the safest place to start and you could just build up. But Billy frowned.

"Where?" He asked.

"In my bed?" You answered slowly and he smiled.

"Where on your body am I kissing?" Billy asked gently. You gave him an embarrassed look and pointed to your lips. He nodded and leaned in, rubbing noses with you. "You're in charge. Just tell me what you want exactly where you want it. Your rules." He smiled when you nodded and kissed you.

The kiss was swift, fleeting and followed by several more. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair as you nipped at his bottom lip. His lips parted and he moaned quietly as you pulled gently at his hair. He submitted to you letting you control the kiss. Tugging at his hair you guided him to kiss your neck.

"Feels good." You whispered. Billy hummed against your neck, nipping a little and then kissing over the soft skin. His hands moved under your pyjama shirt, thick calloused fingers stroking up the soft skin of your back. He let your grip on his hair guide him to kiss over your collar bones. Pulling away only so you could pull off your pyjamas. His lips returned to your neck, kissing his way down to your breasts. You moved the two of you so he could settle between your legs and started to stroke Billy's hair. One of his hands ran over your left breast while he mouthed soft kisses over the right, as his tongue tentatively lavished small gentle licks over your nipple until he took it into his mouth. He suckled softly for a moment before pulling away causing a pleasant sting before he let go and repeated the movement. He moved to the other breast and did the same motion but this time looking up at you through his eye lashes as he suckled. You brushed away the curls that had fallen in his face and hummed satisfactorily.

"You're doing so good Billy. You're making me feel so good." You cooed. He moaned, the sound vibrating in his throat as he dug his fingers into your breast enough to leave a pleasant, tingling sting over your soft skin. He pulled away, swirling his tongue around your nipple before kissing across your chest to the other breast and doing the same. You could feel him between your legs grinding his hips against the mattress trying to find some friction so you pulled gently at his hair, pulling his mouth from you, causing him to whine and moan in defeat. He sat back on his heels between your legs and watched you. You could see his cock hard and straining against his boxers, a small wet patch was visible just below the waist band. Sitting up you let go of his hair, running your fingertips down his neck and his chest, his stomach. His body tensed and writhed under your touch. You reached down and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. Billy hisses as you exposed his cock to the cold air of your room and stroked down the length of it with your fingers and leaned in to press a kiss onto his neck just below his ear. "You have such a pretty cock Billy. So nice and hard for me." You muttered. The gasp that came out of Billy's slack mouth was the filthiest sound you'd heard. It was a desperate whisper of need and it made you hum as if the sound was delicious.

"Fuck" Billy whispered as you kissed his neck and stroked over the head of his cock through his boxers. His hips rutted into your hand as you pumped his cock and made him look you in the eyes.

"You want to fuck me, Billy?" You asked. He nodded eyes heavy with lust, his chest heaving as he tried to stop his head falling back. Your thumb stroked over the tip of his cock again, the wet patch on his boxers larger than it was before letting go and smiling at him as you took in the state you'd put him in.

"Yes." He rasped out in a soft almost whisper.

"You want to cum in me?" You pressed. He nodded his head lazily and you sighed, leaning in close enough that he tried to kiss you but found your hand, his face in your hand. "Good boys use their words Billy."

"I want to come in your pussy please, (Y/N). I'll do anything please!" He begged. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips and smiled when he whimpered into it, leaning into you so you had to steady yourself as you pulled away. Draping your arms over his shoulders you sighed.

"You're going to lay down and watch me touch myself. If you're good I'll let you taste me and if I think you've earned it you can fuck me until you cum. Are you a good enough boy for me?" You said gently. Billy let a dopey smile slide on his face and he nodded.

"I am." He assured you, excitement bubbling in his voice. He let you guide him to lay down on the bed as you gripped his shoulder and pinned him to the mattress, moving to straddle his face and hover over it. When his hands skimmed down your side and squeezed at your ass you pulled away from him.

"No touching until I say." You reminded him quickly. Billy raised his eyebrows, swallowing as he looked up at you.

"Really?" He asked in a whined voice as if he hoped you'd been kidding and you nodded.

"Really. If you question me like that again you're going to sit and watch me get myself off. No fucking or coming for you until I say." Your voice was firm and he let you move to kneel over his face, pinning his forearms in place with your legs. Billy smiled, turning his head to kiss your inner thigh. "I said no touching! Behave and you can taste." You hissed out as you grabbed at his chin turning his face and stopping the nips and kisses he was leaving on your thigh.

His eyes fell from you to your core as you knelt up just high enough that you could touch yourself without him being able to touch you.

"I'll be good." He promised as you started to circle your fingers over your clit. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each circle your fingers left. Billy was doing his best to stay still underneath you but you could feel the way he tensed and writhed even slightly. His fingers were digging into the pillow beneath his head and when you reached up with one hand to steady yourself against the headboard his eyes flicked over your naked body and then back to your hands. You slide a finger into your wet hole, humming as you pumped into yourself before adding a second. Billy's eyes were wide, pupils blown as he watched, his mouth hanging open just a little as he focused on your hands. The sound of you getting wetter filled the room and you could see Billy's brows furrow as if the fact he wasn't lapping at your pussy bothered him. "Do you want a taste Billy?" You asked, pulling your fingers from your core. He whimpered a little at the sight of your fingers slick with your cum. Obediently he moved his head and opened his mouth, tongue out so you could fuck his mouth with your fingers. He sucked and slurped obscenely and cleaned your slick from your fingers, opening his mouth and begging for more when you pulled your fingers away.

"More! More please. I love the taste of your cum (Y/N)." He whined. You smiled down at him. Ignoring him as he continued to beg you buried three fingers into your core. Moaning loudly as you continued to drive yourself to the edge. You felt Billy's arms tense under you as he mewled and whined that he hadn't gotten another taste.

"You want to taste more of me Billy?" You asked as you let him suck your slick from your fingers again. His eyes fixed on you as you moved to release his legs and lowered your pussy closer to his face. "You can touch me now." Immediately Billy's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down onto his face as he hungrily licked, lapped and noisily slurped at the slick between your legs. You rocked your hips against his face, your hands pulled and squeezing at your breasts as you felt yourself cumming again. Billy moaned and you felt his arms squeeze around you even tighter as the sound vibrated through your pussy making you gasp.

Billy let you pull away from him after several minutes of riding his face. His eyes were heavy and his chest heaving. Billy's face was glistening with your cum and he grinned at you lazily. His hands trailed down to grasp at his cock as he watched you lay down next to him. His hands slid into his boxers and he paused.

"I need to touch myself." He whispered as a quiet plea.

"You do?" You asked and leaned over to stroke his cheek.

"I need to cum too." He whined as if he was sure you'd forgotten or changed your mind. You smiled and leaned over, kissing him softly.

"Show me." You said and he nodded, pulling his boxers down. His cock fell against his stomach hard and reddish purple. "Touch yourself." You instructed. Billy's hand slid down his body to grip himself firmly in one hand. He pumped his cock as he lifted his hips up to meet his hand. You watched the way his body tensed and his breath ripped and rumbled from his chest. The soft moans and gasps that escaped his soft lips made you wet again. When you saw beads of precum roll onto his hand you leaned over, licking them up, kissing the tip of his dick, teasing him.

"Fuck!" He said loudly as his hips faltered and his hand slowed. Pulling away you smiled admiring the mess he was, sprawling across your bed. Breathless. Sweaty. Needy.

"Come here Billy. You've been so good." You said as you laid down on your side, looking at him. He turned his head to look at you, eyes searching your face, hips still desperately trying to catch the pace of his hand. Beckoning him over he shuffled across the bed, laying on his side facing you.

"I've been good?" He asked needily as you let him closer and he burrowed his head into your neck.

"So good. You made me feel so good. Now I'm going to make you feel good, ok?" You said. He nodded, arms wrapping around you. You shifted yourself, one leg sliding over his hip as you reached between the two of you and grasped his cock. Billy whined against the skin of your neck as you started to pump his cock before lining it with your entrance. Stroking the head against your wet pussy to coat him in your cum. Slowly you guided him to sink into you. His body shook as he bottomed out, feeling you sway your hips to take him deeper. Then you pulled his body close and held him. His arms squeezed around you tightly and when he pulled away he was blinking rapidly. The gentleness relaxing him so much that he felt heavy. Stroking his hair you smiled at him, waiting for him to beg you to fuck him as he revealed in being held inside you. Starting softly, you slowly swayed your hips, fucking him as he clung to you. You stroked down his back and through his hair, kissing his cheeks when he'd tearfully looked up at you before burying his face in your neck again.

"You're so good Billy. You make me feel so good." You hummed.

"More." He muttered greedily.

"More what?" You asked, pulling him away from you.

"More please. Please!" He begged. Obliging you rolled him until you straddled him, guiding him to sit up with you. You rode his cock faster and faster, drawing more soft gasps and moans from him. His fingers dug into your back as you clenched around him while you pulled away and sank back down onto his cock. His eyes rolled and his grip loosened as he slumped back onto the bed, letting you ride the headboard. He arched and squirmed underneath you before breathlessly gasping out. "(Y/N)! I'm going to cum!" In a hoarse, cracked voice.

"It's ok. You can cum. Can you cum for me Billy?" You cooed. His nails dug at your legs as his breath started to claw at his throat. You kept your harsh pace riding Billy as he tensed and cried out underneath you. You could feel hot spurts of cum filling you as you continued to ride him. Billy started to whimper, over-stimulated both by the feeling of you milking his cock as you rode him and by the sight of his cum mixing with yours at the base of his cock. Taking his hand you pressed his finger to your clit, guiding him in circles as you rode him until you came. Billy's cock twitched inside you as you lay down against his chest and looked up at him. As you started to move off him he whimpered and held your hips in place.

"I feel good inside you." He said quietly. With a smile you nodded, moving to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him as he lay under you.

"My pussy makes you feel good Billy?" You asked him and he nodded with a sleepy pout on his face. Sitting up and slowly climbing off Billy he moaned a deep guttural moan at the feeling of you pulling off his semi-hard cock. He whined and huffed when you started to leave the room. You went to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up before heading to the kitchen to get some water. Downing a glass you poured another for Billy taking it, and a towel back from the bathroom to the bedroom. "I need you to sit up for me Billy." You said softly. Pulling him up by his arm. He obediently sat up and drank the drink you gave him, his throat raw and sore. His eyes fell shut a little as he gave you back the empty glass and lay back down, letting you clean him up. When you got back into bed you stroked his hair, fingers untangling knotted curls. He looked over at you and you beckoned him closer, letting him wrap himself around you and bury his face in your chest. His lips brushed against your nipple and he looked up at you with wide pleading eyes as you continued to cuddle him, stroking his hair. You let him lick and suckle at your breasts until he fell asleep, safely content in your arms as you pulled the blanket over the two of you.

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daisies-and-domming · 2 years

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Hey!! Would you do a sub!billy hargrove/dom!reader smut? Thank u <3

Boy Next Door (NSFW)

S3 spoilers in my author’s note, and vague reference to how S2 ends!!

Summary: You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.

Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has an undefined hole, p in said undefined hole, sub!billy, oral (reader receiving), frottage(?), edging, praise, little bits of degradation (reader calls billy “slut” and talks condescendingly at some points), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it kids!!), a lil bit of a breeding kink, billy likes when reader pulls on his hair <3

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

Oh my god anon I didn’t know I needed sub!billy until you sent this in and now I’m scouring the website for more… I’m a whore for subby men, what can I say 🤷 He’s a little ooc but I firmly believe that billy is secretly a soft with people he trusts - sure, he’s mean to max, but I think that’s because he doesn’t want her involved in his life of alcohol and flirting - and I’ll die on that hill. This is set between S2 and S3, but in my universe billy doesn’t die during S3 anyways because I’m the author and I said so >:O Anyways, I had so much fun writing this, thank you for the request!! It takes like 1000 words to get to the smut, I’m so sorry ;-; But the smut is like 2000 some words, so hopefully that makes up for it ahaha I went batshit

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You’ve lived in this dinghy trailer park in the middle of nowhere, Indiana, your entire conscious life. When your parents were really drunk (which, in all honesty, was far more often than you were willing to admit) they would talk about their “golden days”: when your parents were something other than full-time alcoholics, living in the suburbs of Cleveland in a nice neighbourhood. You were told you were born there, in that nice suburb house near the coast of one of the great lakes, but you’ve never had the nerve to ask what happened that landed them here, in Hawkins.

But Ohio was none of your concern now. There were supernatural beings practically on your doorstep and the only people that seemed to care were the children that your friend Steve seemingly adopted, which would make for a good movie. But the fact that a ragtag bunch of kids were the ones saving your very real world left a nauseating pit in your stomach. Sure, the angry buzz cut kid who they called “Eleven” put an end to the last thing that came after Hawkins, but something tells you this was just the beginning. No matter. At the moment, you had bigger things to worry about. Like the fact that there’s a soft knocking on your door, despite the little analog clock reading a blinking “2:34am”.

Peering through the peephole, a clearly drunk Billy Hargrove stood, wobbling slightly. You’d seen him around school - it’s hard not to when he drives a flashy car and insists on poking at Steve - but certainly hadn’t spoken to him before. Opening the door slightly, you make eye contact with the man in question.

“Hi,” you say, tentatively. “Can I help you?”

“l/n!!” he slurs, eyes lighting up. “What’re y’doin in my trailer?”

You frown at him. “This is where I live, dipshit. Your trailer is more than a few down.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so,” he said, nudging at you. “Lemme in, will ya?”

You stood firm, skeptical. “Why should I?”

“Because,” he drawls. “You’re pretty, I’m pretty, we should do pretty people stuff together.”

You snort, but move to the side. You didn’t know what his home life was like, but, nevertheless, sending him away in the middle of the night, piss drunk, was dumb. If he had gotten hurt on the way back to his trailer because you had sent him away you would never forgive yourself. Sure, he seemed like a pretentious douchebag, but even pretentious douchebags deserve a chance. Besides, the ‘rents were out, which meant there wouldn’t be any “did you use protection?” or “you aren’t pregnant, are you?” questions the following morning.

“l/n,” Billy whined out, making you turn in time to see him flop onto your couch. “Why aren’t we doin’ pretty people stuff yet?”

You shut and lock the door, plopping yourself down on the floor in front of the couch in an attempt to set an unspoken boundary. “Because you’re drunk. You’re welcome to come over here sober some time and try this whole song and dance then, but I believe in full consent when doin’ that tango. You’re inebriated, so no ‘pretty people stuff’ for you tonight.”

He whined dramatically. “But that’s half the fun of getting drunk!!”

“God, you’re really drunk,” you say, wrinkling your nose at the smell. “We can talk if you want, but you’re not getting any tonight, lover boy.”

“Ooooh, you wanna hear about the crazy shit that Tina did at the party today??” – – –

This became a recurring event. Billy would go out and party, then come over, drunk out of his mind and strangely soft. You had learned a lot about him - about Max (who he seemed to truly care about, despite how he acted when sober), about his dickhead father, about his mother, about why he drowned himself in people and alcohol all the time. You weren’t sure why he chose to keep dropping by, but you weren’t too perturbed. In any other situation, you might even consider him your friend. But, you remind yourself, he’s always drunk or high or some combination of the two. You don’t make friends when you’re drunk. And you certainly don’t fall for them, either.

A knock resonated at your door and you froze, staring at the clock. It was 3:24pm on a Saturday afternoon, unless Steve had decided to give you a surprise visit there should be no one at the door.

“l/n! Open the goddamn door,” a voice rang out, one that you recognized immediately. “I don’t have all goddamn day!”

You stumble to the door, opening it embarrassingly quickly. “Hi???”

“Hey,” he said, shoving his way past you.

“Wait wait wait,” you said, spinning around to him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I normally do, dickbag,” Billy said, refusing to make eye contact. “We gonna talk or what?”

You close the door gently, clicking the lock almost tentatively. “You’re sober.”

A flash of hurt crossed his face, but he quickly covered it up. “Am I not allowed to be?”

“That - that’s not what I’m saying!” you exclaimed, exasperated. “I just - I kinda figured you didn’t want to talk to me, normally. I’m not exactly your usual crowd.”

He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Look - how do I say this? I… don’t think you’re that shitty, or whatever. Sure, Tina’s a hot piece of ass, but if I tried to actually, I don’t fucking know, talk to her, she’d just laugh and tell me to ‘shut up’ or somethin’.”

“I don’t think you’re that shitty, either,” you say, slowly. “Is that all you wanted to talk about…? We could’ve done this on the porch.”

“It’s a trailer, there’s no goddamn porch,” he deadpans, rolling his eyes but still not making eye contact with you.

“You’re dodging,” you say, walking over to him and crowding him a bit. “What’s up, buttercup?”

“I don’t want to go back home,” he said bluntly, still dodging your prying eyes. “Deadbeat dad is on a rampage again. Dropped Max off at the arcade and found myself here.”

You blink up at him and back up a bit, feeling awful for prying. “Shit man - sorry I pushed you. You’re welcome here whenever you want to escape your place, sober or not. Or if you just want to come over. You can bring Max, too, she seems nice!! My ‘rents are never around, like ever, and even when they are they’re drunk and hiding in their room, and there’s a key under the doormat in the back if you need an escape and I’m not here - though I’d be careful about my parents, they get pretty drunk sometimes too, it’s not pretty. That’s not the point though! Point is, you’re always welcome, I’m sorry for prying-”

He pushed you to the couch, a small smile on his face, and were his eyes a little teary?? “Shut up, loser. I got it, I’m welcome to be here. Not shocked, though, people love me, of course you’d want me around.”

You roll your eyes at his smirk, trying to tug him down to the couch. However, you hadn’t anticipated him resisting, and your knee jerk reaction was to just yank. He stumbled and landed on top of you, knees straddling your legs. He blinks at you, owlishly, face flushed and pupils beginning to dilate.

You grin up at him, jokingly winking. “Just where I wanted you, baby.”

“Can I- can I take you up on your previous offer?” he said, voice lacking its usual bravado and confidence.

“Previous offer as in…?”

“Sex,” he said, straightforward. “You said if I was sober we could fuck.”

“What eloquence, Mr. Hargrove,” you said. “And I believe we referred to it as ‘pretty people stuff.’”

“That’s a yes, yeah?” he said, hands resting on the couch on either side of your head.

“Aw, look at you, asking for consent,” you said, grinning up at him deviously. “Mmm…maybe if you beg me.”

He looked at you, incredulous. “If you think I’ll ever beg for something, you’ve got something coming-”

You cut him off, pulling him down into a harsh kiss. He groaned into the kiss, grinding down into your clothed sex. When he pulls away, he smirks down at you, cocky.

“You’re going to be the one begging for me, babe,” he said, head tilting. “So how ‘bout we hear it, hm?”

Well that wouldn’t do. Using all your strength, you flip your positions, grinding down on him once you’ve settled above him.

“If we’re doing this, baby boy,” you said, sultry. “We’re doing this my way, got it?”

You could see the struggle in his eyes, and began to grind down on him lightly.

“Come on, sweet thing,” you murmured against his lips, rolling your hips in a way that had his eyes rolling back. “You can be good for me, can’t you?”

“Mm- yeah, yes, I can be good for you,” he groaned. “Now get on with it, will you?”

You frown at him, faux pouting. “Thought you were gonna be good. But that’s fine, we can play that game, I don’t mind.”

He opened his mouth to object but was cut off when your grinding turned harsh and fast, his words turning into a breathy moan. He slapped a hand over his mouth but you weren’t having it.

“Listen here, Hargrove,” you growled. “You’re going to let me hear those pretty little sounds or you’re not going to come. Understand?”

“No way in hell-”

You reach a hand down to his straining cock and squeeze, hard, revelling in the way his head rolls back and his hips jerk up into your hand. His mouth opens and closes uselessly, and you lean your weight onto your knees so you can shove your fingers that aren’t cradling his cock right down his throat. He gags, eyes glazed and unfocused.

“God, look at you,” you groan, voice strained. “Made for this, made for me to use, huh?”

He tries to respond but all that comes out are choked moans, drool dribbling down his chin as he gags on your fingers. You other hand kickstarts, rubbing him not-so-nicely through his pants. He looked gorgeous like this: choking on your fingers, eyes unfocused, hips bucking uncontrollably into your harsh touches. God, you just want to drown yourself in the feeling of the power you had over this man, this man who insisted on so much control in his everyday life. But here he was, on your couch, gagging on your fingers like he never wanted anything else.

His bucking gets more erratic and his breaths get shorter, signalling an incoming orgasm. You paw at his cock a little harder, removing your fingers from down his throat so you could hear him when you tear his orgasm away from him.

“You wanna cum, baby?” you coo, letting your hips take over for your hand and grinding down on his clothed erection. “Wanna cum for me?”

“Yeah - gonna cum, gonna cum, let me cum-”

“No.”

His hips jolt upwards as you lift yourself from his lap, chasing after your heat. You smirk sadistically at him, chuckling at the glare he gives you in exchange for your denial.

“What the fuck?!” he yells, hands clenching at his sides (but not moving to change his predicament, you noted). “I was so fucking close, why would you-”

You put a finger on his lips, shushing him. “You were a brat earlier, so I’m treating you like one. Maybe if you get me off I will consider letting you come.”

“Yeah?” he said, still panting from his lost orgasm. “Yeah, I can fuckin’ do that.”

“Good,” you say, getting up. “Get on your knees in front of the couch.”

He snorted at first, but his face contorted when he realised you were serious. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? You’re not going to get me on my knees, sweetheart.”

“Then you’re not going to cum,” you said matter-of-factly. “Eat me out on your knees like the little slut you are or you don’t get to cum.”

His nose scrunched up angrily but he moved to get down in front of the couch. “There. That make your sick little heart happy?”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a mouthy brat we wouldn’t be here in the first place,” you said, discarding your pants and undergarments god knows where. “Don’t touch without permission, m’kay?”

He growled but kept his hands obediently at his side. In spite of all his back talk, Billy didn’t ever make a move to take control. He wants this, you realise, but he doesn’t want to admit it.

“How cute,” you coo, pinching his cheek as you settle yourself in front of him. “Now eat me out - no hands though, baby. Just put your pretty little mouth to better use for me, mhm?”

He begrudgingly folds his hands behind his back and buries himself in your hole. Your head rolls back, a low groan escaping your mouth. If he wasn’t drowning himself in you he might see your composure slipping, but he seemed just as out of it as you. Hips jerking up into nothing, hands clasped behind his back, face red and teary, Billy looked like so fucking good that you felt yourself clenching around his tongue, rolling your hips into his lapping.

“God… so good with that tongue, baby, shit - keep doing that, y-yeah, just like that,” you blabber out, a hand flying to grip at his hair. You give an experimental tug and grin when he moans, breathy and high.

“Y-yeah? You want me to tug on your - ngh - hair? Shove you deeper into me?” you say, chuckling lowly when he nods into you. “Your wish is my command, sweet thing.”

You could feel your orgasm drawing nearer as Billy’s talented tongue ruined your insides. His movements were precise, even without the use of his hands, and when he nicked your sweet spot you came, clamping your thighs around his head as you tugged harshly on his hair.

Panting, you try to regain enough composure to address Billy. “God, sweetheart, your so fucking good with your tongue.”

“Yeah?” he said, tone cocky despite the straining bulge in his jeans. “You gonna let me use you now? I know you want it darlin’, you can’t keep pretending to have contr - mph!”

You yanked him up in a kiss, effectively shutting him up. Your legs were a little shaky from your previous orgasm but you were stubborn: there’s no way in hell after all this you would give Billy the satisfaction of fucking into you.

“Get on the goddamn couch,” you said, panting as you pulled away. “I’m going to ride you until all you can think of is me.”

“Fuck, pretty thing,” he groans, dropping onto the couch. “You better hold true to that or I might have to take over.”

“If you think you have a say in how this goes you’re dead wrong,” you said, straddling his hips. “You don’t cum until I say, got it baby?”

“Easy peasy,” he said, ever the fucking brat. “Think you can hold it sweets? Because I can guarantee that you’ll be creaming around my cock in no time.”

“Mhm,” you murmur, unimpressed as you help him wiggle out of his jeans and underwear. “Whatever you need to help you sleep at night.”

“You scared you can’t take it - shit!” he moans, cock twitching as you sink down on him in one slide. “Fuck, you gotta give a man a warning-”

You don’t. Bouncing up and down on his cock at a harsh pace, your trailer is filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. You’re sure the neighbours can tell what you two are doing - hell, the whole trailer park probably knew - but you didn’t have the heart to care. His cock stretched you wide, so goddamn girthy that every bounce had white bouncing at the edge of your vision.

Billy wasn’t much better. He had a death grip on your hips, finger-shaped bruises already forming. Tongue sticking out, eye half-lidded and staring up at you reverently, Billy was a fucked out mess already and you’d just started.

“Mmngh, feelin’ good, pretty boy? God… just look at you, takin’ - ungh - t-takin’ it so goddamn well, shit,” you said, still slamming yourself down on his cock like your life depended on it.

“Mmm, fuck, please, please please please-”

You couldn’t even tell what he was begging for anymore. “What do you - ngh - what do you need, babe - fuck, just like that pretty thing - huh? Got to be specific, darlin’ - god…”

“Cum,” he moans out, eyes shut tightly as he bucks into you. “Need t’ fuckin’ cum!”

You clench around him as he bucks, eyes rolling back a bit. “Ngh, yeah? You wanna cum? Wanna fill my pretty little hole - ahn, do that again, jesus - fill my pretty little hole with your cum?”

“Yeah, shit. Gonna let me?”

“Mhmm, I don’t know…” you said, pretending to ponder like you weren’t desperate to feel him fill you up. “Have you been - jesus fucking christ - have you been good?”

“‘ve been good!!” he wails, eyes teary as he stares up at you. “Been so good, such a good boy, please let me cum, please, jus’ wanna be you good boy, please please please!”

Your eyes roll back. Fuck, you hadn’t expected him to beg in return. Slowing down a bit, your bounces send him slow and deep, causing you to clench. His eyes cross and his grip on the couch turns his knuckles white, trying so goddamn hard to hold himself back.

“You can cum,” you groan, his cock rutting against your sweet spot just right. “You can cum, baby, cum with me, want you to cum with me-”

Your vision goes white and you clench, gripping his cock harshly. He near screams, fucking himself up into you as he came. You both melt into each other, a panting, post-orgasm mess tangled on the couch. When your brain was finally back online, you winch, gently sliding his softened cock out of you.

“Fuck, really did a number on me,” Billy murmured, ragdolled on the couch looking like he never wanted to move. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Fuck off, Hargrove,” you say, trying your best to walk (or waddle, rather) your way to the kitchen to start cleaning off.

“You love me and you know it!”

You roll your eyes, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it. God, he was such a doofus. You couldn’t believe that the rest of the school considered him the king, but maybe your friendship was something special. You sure hoped so - you were certain he wasn’t just submitting himself to anyone, after all.

“Where the fuck did you go, dickhead? The great Billy Hargrove demands cuddles!”

God, he was such a dork sometimes. You snort, but make your way back to the living room, water bottle and damp washcloth in hand.

“Have patience, great Billy,” you said, handing him the water bottle before gently cleaning him up. “Great things come for those who wait.”

“Oh shut up,” he said, melting into your touch. “I didn’t come here for you to philosophise.”

“Course, course,” you say, jokingly. “Okay, all done. Let’s pick up all our shit and go to my room, yeah? Really don’t want my parents to come home and find us naked in the living room.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re boring,” he jokes, wobbly as he stands to help you grab your discarded clothes. “Half the fun is getting caught.”

“Perv,” you shot back.

“Says the one who rode me on their parents' couch.”

“Ew!! Don’t fucking say that, I don’t want to think about my parents in the afterglow!”

“You’re the one who brought them up!” “Yeah, because I don’t want them involved in my post-orgasmic haze!!” you say, exasperated. “Cmon, this way.”

Dumping your clothes unceremoniously on the floor, you lock the door and drag Billy towards your bed. Wordlessly, the two of you melt into each other. You’d worry about sneaking him out under your parents’ radar later - right now, you had much more pressing concerns.

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gayjosh · 2 years

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♡ Cute/Subby Billy Hargrove HCs ♡

...because i cant get enough of sub billy <333

~This is pinned cuz its my most popular one + bc why not :D~

《Sub Billy, Top + Taller M! Reader》

FEM DNI

SFW

- He loves to cook for you, especially breakfast. When he wakes you up with breakfast in bed and you praise him for making good food- he just crumbles out of pure joy <3

- He loves cuddling you, especially when you're big spoon- for the same reason he loves to hug you- it makes him feel small and cute but also very safe, comfy, and loved

- Sometimes he likes to feel tall though, especially after a workout, so he brings out a stepstool to stand on before you kiss him

- He absolutely adores watching you while you work out- he thinks you look amazing and strong, and sometimes he sits next to you and feels your muscles

- When you're sad/angry/annoyed/generally upset, he usually feels the same way about whatever happened and tries to help you fix it. He listens to you vent (but gets distracted looking at you and makes you repeat stuff)

- He never raises his voice around you (unless he's yelling at someone for calling you a slur/trying to fight you/otherwise disrespecting you) and he always uses his low, soft, gentle voice around you since he knows you find it calming

- Loves to borrow your clothes, and loves when you borrow his. You basically just have a closet full of clothes that you both use

- He loves playing games/watching tv/just being with you as much as possible

- He will come with you to hang out with your friends too even if he doesn't like them (to protect you, and also to try and find out more about you)

- (had to add this iykyk) He has stretch marks ♡ :P

NSFW

- He loves praise when you're fucking ("you're amazing, pretty boy", "I love you so much", "you're doing so good") but he likes being used while you praise him (tying him up, overstimulating him, and absolutely loves choking on your cock)

- "you're so amazing, taking my cock inside you like that~" as you fuck him with one hand around his throat and the other cupping his face, caressing his cheek

- He moans and whimpers so loud, and a lot of profanities

- "shit, that feels so good, oh fuck~"

- And eventually he just completely malfunctions- drooling and nonstop moaning, his face buried in his hands, crying as you fuck the shit out of him

- When you're done, he definitely recieves cuddles and gentle aftercare as you praise him even more and pet his hair

♡♡♡♡♡♡

#billy x male reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x male reader #gay #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove hc #hes adorable #i love his smile #pls marry me sir #sub billy hargrove

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robthegoodfellow · 7 months

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You Know You Gotta Understand

Bondage, Distracted Sex for Day 7/8 of @harringrovekinktober additional incidental Edging/Orgasm Denial, Praise Kink, Cock-Warming, Dom/Sub Dynamic

(roommates, kink experimentation, fledgling power dynamic negotiation, billy needs a binky, nsfw, immediately follows Let's Give the Boy a Hand)

After his bombshell revelation, Robin had wolfed the rest of her cone in under a minute, all the while prodding him down the sidewalk toward the cemetery—not because his life was over, but because it offered isolated benches, ideal for unburdening the soul.

Which is what he did, to an extent. Didn’t quite have the wherewithal to loop her in on the stuff he barely had the words for, himself—the… obedience stuff, the possessive stuff, the game they’d been playing, making the rules up as they went along.

No, he mainly focused on the basics: how, under the gruff exterior, Billy was pretty great—funny, and considerate, and talented, and smart and—and actually, the gruffness had its own appeal, too, you know?

To her credit, Robin listened without judgment, nodding in apparent agreement, until he’d wrapped up his treatise on the wonders of Billy Hargrove with so we started hooking up a few weeks ago and she’d nearly fallen off the bench.

It’s not like we’ve—like, fucked, he clarified, assuming that had been the source of the tsunami. We’ve only—well, actually, we haven’t really kissed, now that I think about it. Not like full-on kissing. Mostly it’s been hand stuff and mouth stuff and like—uhm, cuddling?

Robin was blinking hard, still recalibrating. And… now you—love him?

Well, when she said it like that, it sounded stupid. Although, on reflection, I’m in love with him sounded even stupider. But he didn’t know how to put it into words. Listing it off—how he couldn’t stop thinking about Billy and constantly wanted to be near him and touch him—it just sounded like typical Lovestruck Steve, which was actually Infatuated Steve. Steve with a crush. Most of the time, a passing crush.

Maybe this time around just felt different because his crush was a guy? Like—the novelty made it more intense? Or—the other stuff? The game? The weirdly entrancing dynamic they were toying with?

Who could say?

I don’t know, he said, finally, and sounded so glum, so lost, that Robin patted his arm, brows arched in sympathy, and told him it would be all right.

When he got home, the couch had been scrubbed clean of every stain, the wake of Billy’s swipes still embedded in the grain of the fabric. Billy himself was fast asleep in his room, damp hair from a recent shower coiled on bronze shoulders, his arms folded under the pillow. The fan spun lazy overhead, affording a faint breeze through the rumpled sheet.

Steve knew with certainty he was buck naked under that sheet, the fabric draping his ass and upper thighs in a way that made him envy the cotton.

Every vestige of ice cream and Robin and emotional upheaval vanished the moment Billy murmured, “Hey,” and Steve jerked his gaze to meet sleepy blue. A come-hither blue, so Steve stepped inside, shut the door behind him, his pulse already skyrocketing at the shocky tension in the air.

Stopping by the bedside, he swept an appreciative stare down the length of the body he was coming to learn so well. Swept back up, but only got halfway—arrested by that ass. Because what an ass.

Obliging, Billy spread his thighs, arched his spine, and that was invitation enough. Steve perched on the edge of the bed, cupped the back of one thigh and smoothed upward, over the asscheek, fingertips tracing his crack.

Billy shivered, hips flexing under the sheet, thighs parting wider. Steve let out a rumbling hum, speculative, and kneaded the round swell of flesh, first one side, then the other, taking care to tease along the crevice with fingers and thumb.

“Let me see you,” Steve said, quiet, and Billy gulped, nodding against the pillow, lifted his hips to feel the drag as Steve drew the sheet down to the backs of his knees. “Wider.” And the knees inched further, so wide, his cheeks so parted Steve could see the furl of his hole, twitching as he clenched. “I can touch you there?”

“Yeah,” Billy gasped, burying his face in the pillow. “Yeah, yeah—”

Heart throbbing since the moment he sat down, it now hammered in his throat, his temples. A harsh exhale as the pads of his fingers drifted up an inner thigh, caressed the rise of his ass. Watched his thumb sweep to the fluttering hole, and press. Brush back and forth, learning the texture.

Steve heard himself start to ask, “You ever—?”

“No.” The whimper was muffled, desperate.

It was like he’d slipped into a trace, hypnotized by his own touch—or the effect it was having. The thundering heartbeat was somehow distant. “Would you want that?”

The whimper slipped to a sob. “Yes.” A hiss, turned just enough, expression pinched in torment. “Yes. Now?”

“No.” Ignoring the whine, Steve stretched out alongside, hand coasting up his panting back. He nosed at Billy’s ruddy cheek—the one on his face. “Not now. But I want that, too.”

Before Billy could reply beyond a mouth lax in relief, Steve pushed him onto his back, leaning over him. Noted how his arms, formerly crossed beneath the pillow, were now arched above his head like a ballerina, fists gripping the upright slats of the bedframe.

“Keep your hands there,” Steve said. Throwing a leg over Billy’s waist, he sat astride his stomach. Propped himself on generous pecs, and indulged in a long, luxurious grind, rolling his hips to relieve the mounting want. “I realized earlier—we haven’t kissed much.”

Distracted, it took a moment for the words to sink in. A furrowed brow, then: “Oh.”

Unsure how to interpret that reaction, Steve revised his initial plan to plow Billy’s mouth with his tongue. “Just an observation,” he said, mild, dragging gentle hands down the pecs as he straightened. He looked down, tracking where he brushed the backs of his fingers along the sloping skin beneath pert dusky nipples. “And we’ve kinda been—checking in before we do stuff. New stuff.”

“Yeah,” Billy acknowledged, eyes downcast when Steve flicked his up. “Kissing’s fine.”

The tone was distinctly unenthused.

“It’s okay if it’s not fine,” Steve said, hushed like it was a secret. “If you don’t like it as much. Or at all.” Curious, he stroked Billy’s temple, down to his cheek. His chin. “Did you like it when I kissed you here?”

Billy squirmed beneath him. Nuzzled into a raised arm, abashed. “Yeah.”

Steve bent, ghosting his lips along a scratchy chin, shivering at the rough against thin skin. “Then I’ll keep doing that.” He trailed to his cheek, barely pressing, then bussed the edge of an eyebrow, a fluttering eyelid. “When you’re good.”

Burrowing into his upper arm again, a breathy sigh. “Was I?”

Steve made a thoughtful sound. “You cleaned the couch.”

“And the blanket,” Billy mumbled.

“And your arms are still where I want them.”

The fists tightened around the wooden spokes, voice likewise tight: “I like it.”

“Orders?” Steve asked, and kept his lips waltzing along the bristly chin.

“That, and—” It was like Steve could feel the blood rushing, heating his skin. A swallow, and Billy went on: “And not being able to—move. Much.”

The words hit like a punch, and Steve pressed his forehead to Billy’s brow, staving off the driving need to—well, drive into the body below him. Instead, he fumbled to undo his belt.

“What else do you like, baby?” Clumsy fingers struggled with his button, zip.

Another whine, faint and thready. “My... mouth? Want my mouth—full. Things in my mouth. Like—” He cut himself off, frustrated, and Steve shushed him, hand a blur on his stiffie, so hard it hurt. With his remaining brain cells, delegated his other hand to cup Billy’s face, smear gasping lips with a thumb, and Billy opened for it, eyes rolling closed as he sucked.

The sight alone, nevermind the wet suctioning heat—Steve grunted, ropes of come streaking the flushed heaving chest. And Billy kept sucking, lost in it, as Steve raked blunt fingers through his mess, then flattened his palm, rubbing it in.

“Let go, babe,” Steve whispered, winded, and his thumb was free—wet and shining. He put himself away, did up his pants, left the belt gaping. As expected, when he flopped to his original position stretched out alongside, he saw Billy’s poor neglected cock, rigid, flushed a deep rose, drooling on his belly. Tsking in sympathy, Steve settled his hand where Billy wanted it—then didn’t move. “You want to come right now, or be patient?”

Billy groaned, teeth bared in a grimace. A couple wheezing breaths, then: “Patient.”

“Okay.” He paused, toying with the sticky tip of the crown, smearing precome, a plan taking shape in his twisted, randy little mind. He was seriously turning into some kind of sex genius. Craning to Billy’s ear, he said, softly, “Here’s what I’m thinking…”

When Steve emerged from his own bedroom with the tie he’d worn to work earlier that week, Billy was kneeling in front of the couch, eyes a bit glazed, hands already clasped behind his back. Rather than go to him, Steve detoured to the TV, fiddling with the controls—sports and more sports this time of day on a weekend. NBA would do. Appropriate, given this all started from a casual chat during a basketball game.

He pushed aside the coffee table, making room enough for him to crouch behind Billy and tie his wrists—not too tight. “Tell me if it gets uncomfortable,” he said, and Billy nodded.

Now he’d made it to this point in the plan, his thrumming pulse kicked up a notch, stomach pitching in anticipation. Stacking the throw pillows that had come with the couch, he made a cozy seat for himself, back against the pillows, placing him near enough the edge that Billy could reach him without straining, nestled between Steve’s legs.

You ready? he was about to ask, but one glance at Billy’s face and all language left him—as it had for Billy, clearly. The blue eyes were unfocused yet fixed, half-lidded, on Steve’s bulge, plush mouth parted, jaw hanging loose.

Steve pressed the heel of his palm to the base of his trapped cock, teeth clenched, lungs shocky. He had to last—this whole thing hinged on his lasting. Should’ve put on a movie, something more riveting than fucking basketball.

Wresting back control, he forced himself to go slow—unbutton his jeans almost absent-minded, take his time with the zipper. Fish his dick from his briefs, unrushed, eyes on the TV screen. Breathing even.

It was seven minutes into the first quarter, according to the announcer.

He gripped himself midshaft, held it steady, and waited. Couldn’t help his eyes slipping shut when blazing heat encased the tip, a swirling lick round the head. Blindly, he grasped for Billy’s curls, something to hold onto, and threaded his fingers deep, cradling the scalp. Coaxed him forward a bit, let him adjust, spit gathering at the lips, then slid further in, his cock gliding on a bed of tongue.

Sank as deep he could go—deep as Billy could take and breathe—and there Billy rested, warming the cock in his mouth, not sucking so much as… suckling? Was there a difference?

There was. Like this gentle, undulating pull, not enough to tug him over the cliff but enough to keep him balanced on the edge, drugged on it.

Steve was fast approaching mindless, buzzing blur between the ears, gaze locked on the television with every ounce of his willpower even as every sense registered the salty musk of their sweat and leaking spunk, the rasp of air through Billy’s nose, the sopping glove of his mouth snug and hot and perfect.

“Halftime?” Steve said, voice rough, shattered, when the whistle blew on the quarter. He had no idea the score—or even who was playing. The important thing was that he followed the bouncing ball back and forth down the court. “Halftime,” he decided.

Billy exhaled long, so long, the gust buffeting the base of Steve’s dick, his pubes, and his head tilted, cheek resting on Steve’s thigh with the air of someone settling in for a nap. Finally, Steve risked a glance down, and his stomach clenched, the banked heat flaring in his gut.

Those eyelashes looked so long, brushing his cheeks like that, his brows relaxed but for the faint furrowed line that appeared when he swallowed down the gathered spit and precome Steve knew he was oozing like a loose faucet.

Was it weird to think someone looked beautiful with your cock in their mouth? Because Billy did. He really did.

Breaths shaky all over again, Steve pet hair away from Billy’s face, softly as he could. Smoothed a thumb from temple to jaw, to the corner of his mouth, where his lips stretched around the intrusion. His lashes fluttered, and then dreamy blue stared up at him.

“Like you were made for me,” Steve said, wondering. “Made for this.”

A shudder, deep inhale, and Billy sank lower, skewering himself, plugging his throat.

“Ah,” Steve gasped, cradling the skull between his thighs. God, he wanted to drive deep, grab hold and just drill into him, but didn’t—didn’t. “Ah-ah.” Reproving, that time. “Be good.”

The pressure let up as Billy shifted back, contrite. Resumed his resting position.

“Halftime,” Steve reminded him, and Billy hummed, the vibrations skittering down every nerve ending. “Shh.” Stroked Billy’s hair, clinging to composure. “Shh.”

Over the next eon, Steve perfected the illusion that he was just… floating in a hot bath, maybe a jacuzzi with jets, to account for the waves of pleasure…

These fucking refs, though. Just let them play, for Christ’s sake. Every whistle stabbed, the knife twisting the closer they crept to Steve’s self-inflicted finish line. And all these fucking commercials—

“Deep breath,” he said, with a minute left to go. Please God, no fouls. Just a sprint to the buzzer. He heard Billy inhale, and then Steve plunged, ground into the seizing inferno, holding him there, hips hitching, compulsive. He drew back, let Billy recover, then let it roll, jackhammering into him, feet planted on the floor, holding his head steady, drool dripping down his balls.

Seconds left, and Steve looked down again. Shaft sliding, gleaming spit, into lips swollen red, cheeks hollow as a starving man.

“Hungry, baby?” he said, and Billy’s moan rippled from his belly to his throat—shook Steve apart. Gulped him down.

Steve levered himself to the floor, and despite limbs loose as a rag doll, summoned the coordination to reach around, untie Billy’s wrists. “Sit, sit,” he babbled, lowering him to the carpet. “Lay back.”

Billy sprawled, dopey smile hitched crooked, his lashes wet. Didn’t seem to notice as Steve clambered half on top of him, though he hissed when fingers danced across his dick.

“You did so good,” Steve said, words hushed, and didn’t know why he kept his touch soft, a gentle rub where Billy’s cock lolled against his stomach. “So good. My good boy.”

A halting gasp, blinking at the ceiling, tear dripping down his temple into his hair.

“Billy.” Steve leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek. “Come for me. Be good and—”

Sharp inhale, and a full-body twitch wracked his frame, coating Steve’s hand in his release.

“Good.” He repeated it—good, good, good—wrapping Billy in his arms, smearing come between them. Rolled back, hauling Billy to lie draped over him, cradling his head to Steve’s shoulder.

Billy was quiet so long, save for his labored breaths, that worry sprouted in Steve’s chest. He’d been onboard with the plan, but maybe it’d been—too much?

“Baby,” Steve began, hands calming—and stopped, words caught in his throat.

His throat, which Billy was kissing, light, lingering presses, lips buzzing with something barely audible. Like a purr.

Now with following chapter: No Romeo, But He's My Loving One-Man Show

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whataboutthefish · 3 months

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and then you came

My submission to the @bigbangharringrove Big Bang 2023 event.

Now Complete

Author: @whataboutthefish (Ao3: what_about_the_fish) Artist: @lucadoodledoo (Twitter) Beta Reader: @kallisto-k (Ao3: DragonsIre)

Summary: After having escaped his father’s grasp, Billy Hargrove finds himself in California working his dream job as a lifeguard and masquerading as a Dominant. The charade comes to an end when he’s brought to his knees and beaten by a gang of Doms causing trouble on his beach. Steve is an EMT who happens to be a Dominant and who’s called to the beach to help Billy. What he finds is an uncollared, unclaimed Submissive and offers his help. Without it, Billy is destined to end up in government care with an appointed Dominant of their choosing. What starts as a platonic dom/sub relationship quickly grows as Billy finds a side of submission he’s never experienced before with a Dominant different from any he’s ever met in his life. Rating: E

Word count: 110k Pairings: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Content Tags: BDSM, D/s universe, D/s secondary gender, Submissive Billy Hargrove, Dominant Steve Harrington, Abusive Neil Hargrove, Physical assault, EMT Steve, Lifeguard Billy, Violence, Forced submission (non-con), Subspace, Sub drop, Dom space, Dom drop, Kneeling, Collars, Dom voice, Hand feeding, Spanking, Bratting, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Safe words, Aftercare, Loss of virginity, Cock warming, Anal sex, Blow jobs, Mild pain play, Butt plugs, Topping from the bottom, Bondage

Fic now complete

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hgrve · 1 year

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#billy needs and deserves both lol #it's about balance #billy hargrove #harringrove #sub billy hargrove #dom steve harrington #*

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empresskylo · 2 years

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

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“Please…” Billy whined at you.

Your fingers trailed down his exposed chest and hovered at the waist of his jeans. “Please, what?” You said feigning stupidity.

He looked up at you as you looked over him, your hands feathering along his exposed tummy. Your fingers tickled as you grazed his happy trail. You saw the goosebumps form on his arm at your touch.

“Please, let me touch you.” You could see his hands squeezing together in a fist, trying to contain himself.

You straddled his waist in a quick, rough move, making him grunt. You reached down and grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to your hips. He sighed in relief as he traced his hands along your curves, feeling your warm skin under his fingertips.

You rocked your hips against him, teasing his already painful erection hidden within his tight jeans. “Baby,” he cooed, his eyes closing for a moment.

“Hm?” You hummed, halting your movement again. You wanted him to beg for it. “Did you want something more?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Billy’s hands tightened on your hips. He tried to pull you down to rub against him again but you fought him. You slid off of him and he threw his head back in frustration. “Baby…” But this time he said it in a more defeated tone.

You clawed at the hem of his jeans and decided to take them off, giving him a bit of relief. You shimmied them down his hips and thighs and he sat up on his elbows to watch you. His eyes locked on your frame as you slowly stood back up, your hands trailing on his legs as you did. “I need you so bad,” he mumbled.

“Hm? I Didn’t quite catch that,” you taunted. You grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down just enough to free his hard length. A loud breath escaped Billy’s mouth, his cheeks growing hot at the anticipation.

“I need you,” he said, louder than before. You eyed him, cocking a brow. “Please,” he added softly. He was getting desperate.

You smiled, slipping your panties off before straddling again. Billy’s hands came up instinctively to your hips again, but you pushed them away. “Ah, I didn’t say you could touch me.”

He whined in response but it was quickly converted into a groan when you grabbed his cock in your hands.

Billy’s forehead began to sweat as he concentrated on you. You rubbed up and down his shaft a few times before resting your hands against his toned chest. Billy withered beneath you, his eyes dark with lust. You sat down slowly so your slit was pressed up against his throbbing cock. Billy grunted in response. “Oh, did you like that?” You asked. Billy nodded his head profusely making you smirk, drunk with power. Agonizingly slow, you slid up and down him, your juices leaving a trail. Billy’s hands dug into his mattress, he wanted to touch you so desperately.

In a few more sways of your hips, Billy groaned loudly as he prematurely expelled himself all over his chest and stomach. His hips bucked up into you as he came, his fingers almost tearing holes in his bedsheets.

You watched him, your mouth almost drooling at the sight in front of you. His cock throbbed against your clit as you stayed pressed against him. Billy looked up at you in newfound relief, but he knew this wasn’t over. Your hands trailed his abs, your fingers swiping up the warm white liquid he just spewed. Your hands came up to his mouth and you motioned for him to open it. He did. He accepted your fingers, your own lips parting as he sucked on them, cleaning them off for you. “Good boy,” you mumbled, slipping your fingers away. Billy’s face was bright red and dewy as he panted, watching you now as you bent over his chest and used your tongue to clean him up. You felt him squirm beneath you as your hot tongue danced across his stomach.

You sat back up and licked your lips, your finger wiping at the corner of your mouth. You felt Billy begin to harden again. “Are you going to be good and let me use you? It’s not fair if only you get to finish,” you hummed, grabbing his cock in your hands. Billy’s length completely hardened again, his face contorting in pain. He nodded, his lips parting as you slowly lined him up with your entrance, swiping his tip along your slit a few times. Billy moaned loudly, he was already dripping in precum again.

“Beg for it,” you said quietly, but you were no less demanding.

Billy could barely think as he spewed out a string of words. “Baby, please. Please, please, I need you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”

“Well, since you asked nicely,” you said smiling, and sat down on him, letting his length fill you up in one swift motion. You both gasped loudly, your walls clung to Billy, his length always bigger than you anticipated.

Billy’s nails were digging into your thigh as he shut his eyes, his chest rising and falling in deep movements. You began to bounce up and down, Billy’s thighs were dripping in cum and your juices, the area between you two slick and slippery.

Your hands found Billy’s, interlocking them so you had better leverage to ride him. His eyes were fluttering shut, little cries leaving his lips as you rode him up and down. You could tell he was trying to restrain himself, he knew he had to let you finish first.

You felt yourself getting close, your movements getting lazy. Billy’s hips instinctively bucked up to meet yours, compensating for your wearying movements, making his tip hit you as deep as it could. You moaned in response, your walls tightening around him. Billy’s face scrunched up as he tried to steady his breathing.

You swore, your walls beginning to flutter. “Come in me,” you demanded. Billy’s eyes opened as he watched you, your face showing how cockdrunk you currently were. He couldn’t hold it in any longer and he came inside you, his hips bucking up awkwardly against you. He cried in what sounded like pain as your walls squeezed him heavily, riding out your own high along with him.

White liquid seeped out around him and onto his thighs as you slowed your pace. Your clit rubbed against Billy’s body as you sank completely into him. Your legs shook around Billy, trying your best to balance yourself. You mewled, quietly drowning in pleasure.

You stilled, catching your breath, your eyes closed. You held his torso tightly in your hands, your nails brushing against his skin. Billy’s loud breathing filled the quiet room. You felt him begin to soften inside you. You slowly slid off of him, making him mewl under you. You crawled up to his face and placed delicate kisses along his forehead, then cheeks, then his lips. He hummed into the kiss as your nails dragged through his long hair. “You did so good, baby,” you cooed before curling up next to him. His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you as close as he could. Your fingers continued to brush through his hair and his eyes closed in bliss. You’d clean yourselves up in a minute, but right now, Billy just wanted to hold you against him. “I love you,” he mumbled softly.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #smut #stranger things #billy smut #hargrove #billy #stranger things smut #sub billy hargrove #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fic

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lxstfuck · 2 years

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Steve Harrington needs to be taken care of!

Poor soul has been taking care of kids for ever now and man is stressing out! So, he's either a service Dom or a really subby boy and no one can change my mind! Off i go to write the filthiest and nastiest smut of Billy hargrove, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers and Eddie Munson. All subby boys!

Have a prompt? LET ME KNOW IT!

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decadentworld · 1 year

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Billy calls Steve pretty boy.

Eddie calls Steve big boy.

Steve calls them both good boy.

#harringroveson #🤭🤭#Dom Top Steve supremacy😌#sub eddie munson #sub billy hargrove

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supermarketbae · 10 months

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YES OF COURSE ILL GIVE U A BILLY REQUEST.I just re read ur recent smut again btw fuck I rlly can’t.. ugh.

you do dirty talk rlly well, how about billy wakes up in the middle of the night rlly horny. he climbs on top of you grinding and moaning just saying the most craziest shit in ur ear. And he ends up cumming in his pants right after u cum in urs since ur so sensitive and it’s just so intimate and rough. Idk if u don’t like this I’ll think of another!!

AHHH ITS TOO EARLY FOR THIS I RLLY CANNOT 🥵

Warnings:smut obviously, slight overstimulation, hair pulling, degradation and praise lemme know what i missed!

“Babyyyyy,” the gravelly voice pulls you gently out of your dreamless sleep and back to reality, you blink your eyes clearing the haze that sleep had on you. Currently nestled into the chest of your boyfriend, Billy, you look up quizzically. “Hmm” you hum as a low answer, in response Billy pulls you closer to him “I-um fuck” he raggedly gasps as you shift your hips. “Billy Hargrove are you…?” You trail off as you look up at him the desperation and intensity displayed blatantly on his face. “Darlin’ please-I just need to-oh godddd” he groans as you reach out palming him gently through his sweatpants taken aback at the small whimper he lets out and as he bucks up into your hand desperate for more friction. Desperate to feel you.

You clench around air as you swoon gently already wanting this as much as he does. “Baby please I’ll do the-fuck-I’ll do the work I j-just really need to cum” he moans softly to you. His pupils blow comically as you lean back, beckoning him with an outstretched finger, “Then use me Hargrove.” you state smiling at his eagerness when he clambers on top of you

You let out a whimper of your own as he starts rutting into you, rubbing himself through his sweatpants “B-Billy aren’t we gonna-ah” you moan as his bulge hits you in the perfect place melting the words in your mouth. “N-now. I want you now. I’m-not waiting-fuckin hell yes” Billy’s eyes are glazed over and his cheeks are flushed shuddering as he grinds on you, lips parted as he leans down biting gently into your neck.

“You g-get off on this huh?” You moan at the sound of his voice, raw and lust drunk. “You like being my little play thing huh?” Billy whines as you grab his hair pulling him even closer to you “I l-love it- oh goddd-baby ah-pleaseee” you beg, for what, your not sure. Maybe it’s for him to slow down a bit? But as his hand snakes to your neck as he lets out a hoarse mewl grinding into you faster you know that’s not it.

And as he plants a sloppy kiss to your lips, you figure it out. If Billy doesn’t stop your gonna cum, in your pants, like a fucking hormonal teenager. And God, do you want to. “Billy-ah-wanna cum-gonna-oh god-please-I can’t” you know your slurring your words as much as he is when he muffles your intelligible sighs with a kiss “wanna feel you- b-but fuck this feels too good-I’m-oh shit baby” Billy moans against you “my good girl yea? Did so good-fuck-can you cum for me?” and that’s what sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as Billy moans yours brokenly, gyrating his hips intoxicatingly slow as you whimper already so sensitive.

“please-baby-I n-need to cum darlin’ I-mmmm” he trails off as you buck up your hips “so warm-god-IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” he slurs as he cums, hands on either side of your head forehead pressed against yours. “I love you too Billy” you whisper into the darkness feeling him smile against you

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x female!reader #billy hargove x reader #stranger things billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargove smut #billy hargrove x you #sub billy hargrove #billy stranger things #billy my beloved

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weird-an · 1 year

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Your writing gives me life, here's a prompt...porny angst, sub Billy using his safeword whilst being dommed by Steve or Eddie [....or both], xtra points for impact play. Dunno if that's a thing you would be into writing. :)

Steve it is! I guess this could use a tw: for spanking, undernegotiated kinks, because they are both idiots and don't really communicate, Billy not really knowing what they are doing (sounds worse like it is I guess? I hope?)

Billy's backside burns and Steve's hand hits his ass again, a sharp sting, sending waves of pleasure along his spine. Only slightly tinted with pain, just a little edge.

"3." Billy gasps, his cock aching and he swallows against the guilt rising up in his throat. He shouldn't like this. Lying here, on Steve's lap, with his jeans pushed down to his ankles. It's wrong.

He thinks of it for the first time, just now. It's a word.

A word Steve wanted them to choose to make everything stop, when they started hooking up. It's stupid and Billy has laughed, because he would take everything Steve throws at him. He doesn't want Steve to think he's weak. And he isn't. He doesn't want to disappoint him, he doesn't want Steve to find someone else to fuck, because Billy is not fun anymore.

Steve laughs, bending a bit closer. "We've only got started and you're already fucking wet for me."

Steve's hand smacks his ass again, this time a bit harder than before. It hurts more and Billy can feel himself leaking, precome running down his dick. His cheeks burn, from humiliation, shame and arousal, a dangerous cocktail making him dizzy. He closes his eyes.

"4," is more a noise than a word, dangerously close to a whine. He can feel Steve's cock pressing against his side, hot and wanting just like his own.

He has to go through with it, then. Steve enjoys it. And Billy enjoys it too and that's the worst part. He has always known there's something broken inside him. Now Steve knows that too, he must see it. Billy on his lap, close to coming - from being spanked.

Steve's palm hits his ass again and this time it's harder and hurts and it's better than before. A white fire burns inside Billy, all his nerves are burning and he shouldn't, he shouldn't fucking like this.

"Cherry," Billy hears himself say and it's confusing, because his head is filled with syrup and he's already so close, but he just can't.

He stares at the wall and waits for Steve to chuckle, to hit him even harder and call him a pathetic loser who can't take a hit. But Steve's hand doesn't touch his ass again.

"Can I touch you?" Steve asks quietly and worst of all, worried. Like Billy is fragile. Why would he be worried? Why would he ask if Billy wants to be touched?

Billy tries to blink away the dizziness. "Yeah."

Steve pulls Billy into his arms, planting a kiss on his temple. "What was it? I think we should talk about it."

Billy buries his face in the nape of Steve's neck, breathing in the scent that is just Steve. Calming and grounding in a way Billy doesn't really get.

"I liked it." Billy swallows dryly. "It's fucked up, I...I shouldn't..."

Steve sucks in a sharp breath and Billy goes stiff, because maybe now is the moment he's getting laughed at and kicked out.

"I thought... that was the point," Steve whispers. "That you like it, I like it..."

Oh.

Steve puts his fingers under Billy's chin, making him look up. His eyes are warm and so fucking kind. Billy's heart skips a beat.

"There's nothing wrong with that, Billy," Steve says, "You're so good for me."

Billy shudders and suddenly the world tips a little sideways, turns a little blurry again. "I am?" he asks, breathless and pulse hammering.

"Really good," Steve tells him and Billy is all hot and cold at the same time.

#me when I first go this prompt: I'm not gonna write this #my brain just now: here is the promptfill #thank you sm for the prompt! it was kinda a challenge but i hope you like it ;)#does this need the label? not sure #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #promptfill #harringrove smut #sub billy hargrove #billy hargrove #harringrove

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daisies-and-domming · 2 years

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Beware - This post has NSFW content!!

For those of you who sent in requests - I am actively working on them!! School work was kicking my ass last week, but I've got time now, so hopefully some requests will be up within the next few days! Thanks for your patience everyone, and here's a sneak peek at the current request I'm working on:

“C’mon, pretty boy, admit it: you missed me,” you said smugly.

“And what if I did?” he said, eyes half-lidded. “Missed your pretty face, your curves, the feel of you wrapped around me-”

“If you think that you have any power over me you’re wrong,” you say, gaze heavy and smile sharp. “Know your place, baby boy.”

He shivered against you, opting to pull away before it got any more heated between you. “Well darl’, I’ve got a job to do. Stop by sometime, yeah? You know where to find me.”

“Nice try, Hargrove,” you said, eyes feral. “But if you need anything from me you’re going to have to beg for it.”

#billy hargove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #dom!reader #sub!billy hargrove #sub!billy #sub billy hargrove #sub billy

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half-oz-eddie · 5 months

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Use Me To Y(our) Advantage

Billy met an interesting guy online, and after a few conversations, revealed his interest in being tied up at someone else’s mercy. Steve is very interested in making Billy’s fantasy a reality.

V is for Vincilagnia (a kink for being tied up and at the mercy of another person)

This is the 22nd fic in my Harringrove Kinktober ABCs A series of 26 unrelated ficlets about Billy and Steve, each one written for a kink that starts with every letter of the alphabet.

Billy made sure to tell his best friends, Chrissy and Heather, where he would be going.

This “mysterious internet man” by the name of Steve, told Billy he would send him a car at 7:30, which would take him to his house in the suburbs.

His friends advised him to take his knife, and to check in when he got there.

Billy wasn’t nervous. He knew how to fight if anything went wrong, but this Steve guy seemed very sincere, so he didn’t think he had anything to worry about.

When the car stopped in front of Steve’s house, the door was already open, welcoming him inside.

He slowly and uncertainly stepped into the house. He could hear wine glasses clinking in the living room, and turned his head in the direction as Steve poured wine into each glass.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you in person.” He held out a glass.

Billy smiled, stepping toward Steve and accepting the glass.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

“You’re just as beautiful as your photos.” He complimented. “Actually, you’re even prettier.”

“You’re pretty yourself.” Billy smiled, charmed by Steve’s big brown eyes.

They toasted and sat, sipping their wine as they chatted.

“You have a lovely house.”

“Thank you. I inherited it from my father.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize he passed away.”

“Oh, no, he didn’t pass away." Steve shook his head. "He just…got bored of this house and gave it to me.”

Billy chuckled. “Must be nice.” He reached into his pocket for his phone. “Excuse me, I promised my friends I would check in so they don’t worry about me.”

“That’s understandable. My friend asked me to do the same when I told her I’d be inviting you over.”

“We have good friends.”

“That we do.” Steve nodded. “You…feel safe with me, right?”

Billy nodded.

“Good. I promise I’ll take great care of you. I won’t be too rough and there will be aftercare. I’m great at aftercare.”

“Yeah? I’m looking forward to everything.”

“Before we do anything…uh…do you have a safe word in mind?”

“How about papaya?”

“Papaya? Okay. Whatever you wanna use.”

“I fucking hate papayas.” Billy chuckled.

“Really? I think they’re okay.” Steve joined the laughter.

They fell into an amicable silence as Steve scooted a bit closer to Billy.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable?” Steve offered. “You can take off your jacket and I’ll hang it for you.”

Billy obliged, handing Steve his jacket, and watching as he left the living room to hang it on the coat rack near the door.

Steve returned, his shirt already halfway unbuttoned.

“Want some more wine? Or something to eat?”

“No, but thank you.”

“In that case, let’s go upstairs.” Steve held out a hand for Billy.

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robthegoodfellow · 7 months

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No Romeo, But He’s My Loving One-Man Show

Mirror Sex, Roleplaying for Days 9/10 of @harringrovekinktober additional incidental praise kink, edging, fledgling D/s dynamic, cum play, slight feminization

(roommates, kink experimentation, billy is a femme fatale but really just a very good boy, nsfw)

Handy Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Steve had expected Robin to have some pointed feedback after coming over for dinner and a horror movie—a longstanding tradition Billy had inducted himself into a couple days post move-in by rescuing the pizza from a crispy demise because someone forgot to set a timer—but when Steve met her for coffee later that week, all she talked about was the mirrors.

Why are there so many? Why are there more every time I visit? Do you know how many years of bad luck you’re risking? That old one with the fancy frame is definitely cursed—I saw something moving in it. No, it wasn’t us—something else. Like, out of the corner of my eye. It’s haunted, Steve—you should get rid of it. Don’t break it, though, whatever you do.

Finally, after much redirection and pointed questioning, she’d given her assessment on the Billy situation, specifically how Billy seemed to feel about Steve, from an outside perspective.

Mostly you both seemed normal, aside from sneaking looks at each other constantly. But even that’s normal, in a way. Her eyes narrowed. Is that why so many mirrors? More opportunity for sneaky looks?

Which—what? No. That wasn’t why—though he’d be lying if he said he’d never… But what did she even mean, that even that’s normal?

Well, like when we watch movies and something funny happens, you always look at Billy to see his reaction. And when the special effects are corny, he always looks at you and rolls his eyes. And when we’re all three hanging out, half the time it’s you and me trading knowing looks from inside jokes, and half the time it’s you and him. So, like—the looking isn’t new, I just caught you guys doing it without the other realizing it. Like a bunch of times.

Rather than deny it, Steve found himself asking, pathetically, how Billy looked. When Billy looked at him.

Like this, Robin said, and made the biggest, dopiest cow eyes, complete with dreamy sigh, reverent tilt of the chin.

Steve told her to fuck off, but couldn’t repress the grin splitting his idiot face, and Robin cackled.

Ask the haunted mirror, if you don’t believe me! It’ll totally back me up.

It’s not like they’d planned to make the apartment a fun-house mirror maze, but after the divorce, Steve’s mom went a little nuts selling off stuff from the Hawkins place, all of which was apparently unsuitable for her townhouse in Chicago, and when his dad made a stink about her disposing of hideous heirlooms intended for Steve, she’d promised to forward their son the remainder.

Which was how he ended up with the couch, complete with decorative throw pillows, and… about six ornate mirrors of varying unreasonable size. And sure, he could’ve sold them himself, because his dad didn’t actually give a shit, but then he’d sorta grown used to them, and Billy had never complained, so… yeah. Made the place feel bigger, or whatever.

Over time, the arrangement had shifted here and there—except for the one in Steve’s room over the dresser, the one in the bathroom over the sink—anyway, however it happened, Steve had noticed, one day, that he’d subconsciously mastered where to position himself throughout the sitting room to see a reflection of the kitchen, the bathroom corridor, and… Billy’s room, if the door was open—and, these days, it usually was.

Did he feel like a creep? Well, yes and no. Yes in that he was aware he should feel like a creep, and therefore did, and no in that he was almost certain Billy knew he was watching and didn’t care. Not only didn’t care, but… liked it.

After his conversation with Robin, though, he threw all subtly to the wind, staring fixedly at Billy’s reflection as he puttered around in the kitchen, as he left the bathroom, as he lounged in bed reading a book… silently daring Billy to call him out on it, until Billy did.

“Feel like a bug under glass,” he called, turning a page. “You gonna pin me down?”

Humming, Steve resettled against the arm of the couch, didn’t bother turning—just kept admiring him in the mirror leaning against the wall, almost floor to ceiling. The bedside lamp cast warm shadows, limning his hair in gold. Steve wondered if Billy got tired, holding the book above his face like that.

“I was thinking more like a spy tailing a mark.”

Billy laughed—a short bark of sound. One of Steve’s favorites. “Be dead so fast—made in seconds.”

“You saying I’m more Get Smart than Napoleon Solo?”

“Dunno,” Billy mused, thoughtful. Rolling, he made a pillow of his arms, crossed over the closed book. Leveled Steve a filthy smirk. “If you were 007, I could be your Bond Girl.”

That got Steve to turn around, meet his gaze direct, then cooed, all sympathy: “You wanna be tied up, babe, just ask.”

Billy bit the inside of his cheek, unwillingly amused, so Steve dialed up the cheesy charm.

“C’mon, that was good—Bond Girl? Like bond—”

“I got it,” Billy drawled, levering himself up only to flop against his piled pillows in supposed disgust, book cast aside. “Just call me Pussy Galore.”

“Dick Galore.”

Billy frowned. “Randy Galore?”

“A Bond Boy would have to be Randy Something,” Steve acknowledged. “Or… Something Hancock.”

They paused, then, in unison: “Randy Hancock.”

“And I, James Bondage, am tailing you,” Steve went on, as Billy snickered. “And haven’t been made, because I’m an experienced, accomplished spy—”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” With a final snort, Billy folded his arms behind his head, semi-reclined, and pondered the ceiling, unfocused. “What next?”

Steve mimicked him, only on the couch, back to watching Billy’s reflection. “I use my handy spy-glass to peer around corners, and I catch you unawares—getting ready for bed.” Billy hummed, polite interest, and waited for more. So Steve gave him more, mind whirring, pulse already on the rise. “I watch you take off your shirt.”

Absently, only shifting enough to complete the action, Billy peeled his shirt off. Dropped it on the floor.

“Then your jeans.”

Those required a more aggressive shimmy, but soon they joined the discarded shirt.

“And then I can’t stop—can’t look away. Like I’m glued to the sight.” Steve’s throat clicked as he swallowed, trailing his palm down his stomach—indulged in a firm rub. “So pretty, spread out on the bed.”

On cue, Billy spread, thighs parting to reveal white briefs, the cotton worn thin, pink showing through where his bulge stretched the fabric. Sighing, a lazy hand skated south, fingers brushing the waistband. Slipped under, but no further. The fingers seemed to press—stalling the hips, an aborted twitch.

“Shit.” Steve wagged his head, corralling what remained of his wits. “I—uh, I figure…” He chuckled, let one heel drop off the couch to rest on the floor, his hand working a steady rhythm. “Figure I’ll learn what you like, use it to seduce you later. Learn how you like to touch yourself—”

Billy grunted, lashes stuttering as he shoved past the elastic, made a fist around the handful. Spoke soft, musing: “Haven’t, you know.”

“What?”

“Haven’t been—touching myself.” Eyes still on the ceiling, Billy’s lips quirked, just as soft. “Not without permission.”

That landed like a punch, loosing a long, meandering moan: “Baby.”

And the baby blues drifted down, met a reverent stare in the mirror. “Yeah?” So innocent, solicitous.

Steve rolled his hips into his palm, arching clear off the cushion. “I like that.”

Billy’s head lolled sideways, downcast—bashful as he squirmed, bulky knuckles straining the front of his briefs.

“My good boy,” Steve murmured. And he meant it with every fiber of his being: “Show me what feels good.”

His eyes fluttered closed. The hand slowed. “You.”

Simultaneous hits—to the heart and the heat low in his gut. A vicious press brought himself back under control.

“God—killing me.” Could barely huff it, all of him locked on the hand that had tugged free of clinging briefs to caress the red weeping cock, featherlight, through damp cotton. Steve’s pulse pounded so loud in his ears he more saw it than heard it—pink lips shaping You. You. You.

As though hypnotized, clumsy because he was so hard it fucking hurt, even sweatpants chafing awful against skin throbbing tender, Steve stumbled to the bedroom door—caught himself on the frame, panting, light-headed from the sudden vertical, essential bloodflow coursing elsewhere.

Billy choked off a whine, fisted the coverlet to either side, legs splayed as his spine bowed, sank back. “Please.”

In a blink, Steve was at the foot of the bed, crawling to him, over him, hips forcing Billy’s legs wide. “I got you.” Long, dragging grind, the rub exquisite. “I got you.”

The moan vibrated through Billy’s flushed chest. He hadn’t let go of the bedding—wouldn’t, Steve realized, winded anew. He wouldn’t let go unless Steve told him to.

“How long?” Steve panted, reaching down to rub Billy with the flat of his palm through the briefs, this jerking, gentle pressure that worked him piecemeal to the peak, a maddening build. “How long you been waiting for permission, baby?”

“Luh—” Billy coughed, swallowing spit. “Long.”

“So good,” Steve crooned. “I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

The flush had spread up his neck to his cheeks, temples pulsing red. He was nodding, mindless. “‘Kay.”

“All right.” Steve brushed the bulbous crown with a teasing thumb. “Tummy or panties?”

Muffled throaty sound—like he’d been stabbed. Delivered on a whimper: “Panties.”

Steve resumed his kneading rub, coaxing, fine tremors wracking the body at his mercy. “One day I’m gonna get you a nice pair. Maybe something with lace?”

Billy gulped, trembling nod.

“Lace for your pretty cock, a thong for that pretty ass?”

Half-lidded, head craned back, lip bitten raw between his teeth, Billy shivered.

“Make a mess in your panties,” Steve whispered, bending low. “And I’ll make a mess in them, too.”

A burst of guttural gasps, almost hiccups, borderline sob, and he convulsed beneath Steve’s hand, sticky wet seeping through the fabric.

Steve dropped a good boy with every kiss—on cheek, neck, sternum. Lifting up on his knees, he brought out his own cock, stripping it with a loose fist.

Half-boneless, Billy hooked lazy fingers in the back of his briefs, tugging them past the curve of his butt, the front pulled snug against his spent dick, and rolled onto his stomach. Arched, presenting himself, bare ass exposed, and Steve found his groove between plush cheeks, rutting with enough force that he could feel his cockhead rub against that tight hole.

It didn’t take long—short pumps, short of breath—brutish grunt as he finished, coating the pert cheeks in ropes of slick, deploying one hand to catch runaway drips, pet the clenching hole with wet fingertips, tease the entrance.

Billy cut off a whine, squirming, grinding into his own mess, pushing into the pressure behind.

“Soon,” Steve promised. “I’ll give it to you soon.”

An unspooling sigh, and Billy went limp, face turned away.

Planting a kiss at the base of a shoulder blade, Steve drew up the back of Billy’s briefs, smoothing a hand over the sodden fabric—with a wave of heat, imagined the trail of his come oozing toward the taint.

Shifting, Steve curled up along Billy’s side, nose to nose, arm looped around his sloping back.

Billy blinked, placid, as Steve drew a lock of hair away from his eyes.

“Ruined it,” he mumbled, mouth quirked. “The spy scene.”

“Nah,” Steve said. “A good spy knows when to change plans on the fly—switch it up.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Warming to the idea: “What happened was—I realized I could offer you what you needed. In exchange for what I needed.”

Billy’s gaze was lulling as a lake in moonlight. “What did I need?”

Steve let a smile twitch, nerves singing. “Me.”

An echoing twitch. Lids lowered, a hitch in his tone: “And… what did you need?”

Steve dipped near, heart in his throat. “You.”

Billy hummed, a short burst trapped behind teeth. He nudged close, and Steve’s eyes slid shut.

Press of lips, lingering soft, on the edge of his chin.

“Steve?”

They’d been drifting awhile, lying flush, occasional brush of roving hands, warm gusts of breath. Belatedly, Steve hummed, enquiring.

“Itchy.”

He snorted, stretching like a lazy dog. Shower didn’t sound half bad, but there was something else he’d been wanting to try.

“How about a bath?”

Brows raised, pensive duck lips. Steve called his bluff—bowled him over, rough nuzzle, and hauled him upright.

Now with added next chapter: What He Does, He Does So Well

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