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Midnight Hours

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Billy suggests a game for the two of you to play.

Requested and brainstormed with my beloved @Billysbot, I hope you enjoy!!

Content warning: Includes established CNC (consensual - non consent), spitting, light knife play, some cockwarming and forced orgasms.

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“You look so pretty,” Billy mumbled against the curve of your neck as he gently placed a kiss along your skin. You squirmed again, beginning to whine again before he was tightly gripping your hips to stop you, “Relax. Just enjoy my cock.” He spoke, nearly sounding forceful as he tried to keep you from wiggling your hips. 

“Can’t,” You mumbled, desperate to try and grind your hips back against him. His cock was throbbing inside of your cunt just enough for you to know he wanted you just as badly, “I want you to fuck me.” You turned to face him, feeling yourself beginning to beg. You pouted out your lips, hoping that it would be enough to convince him. 

“Greedy whore,” Billy responded as he squeezed your hips, looking unbothered as ever, “How about we play a little game?” He asked slowly, his hands beginning to dip between your thighs. You gaped, feeling your clit throb in anticipation.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in agreement, knowing you’d do whatever he asked as long as you got to feel his cock moving inside of you, “What do you have in mind?” You agreed, watching as an amused glint formed in his eyes. 

“You’ll see,” He promised as he moved his mouth forward and gently began to pepper kisses along your neck, “Just be a good girl for me.” He squeezed your curves gently, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

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You awoke to the sound of footsteps. 

You moved quickly from your bed, kicking off your blankets and turning on your lamp. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you rested on the edge of the bed, unsure of what you were supposed to do. You had gifted your boyfriend a key, but the way the footsteps sounded didn’t remind you of him.

Your breath caught in your chest as your doorknob slowly twisted, then was pushed open with a long creak. You stared as the darkness from the hallway filled your room. You blinked hard, trying to make out any shapes as he stepped inside.

“Billy?” You blinked quickly, feeling disbelief spread through you as you stood from your bed, “What are you doing here?” You asked him quickly, knowing that he was the last person you wanted in your room. You feared what would happen if your boyfriend came and saw you with him. Billy grinned, his smile beginning to light up your dark apartment as he took a step forward and closed the door behind him. You watched, suddenly feeling as if you were trapped.

“I just came to see my favorite girl,” He stepped closer to you, close enough that you found yourself backing against the wall, “Is there a problem?” He tilted his head, mocking your own confusion as you stared towards him. You felt your mouth open then shut again, unsure of what you were supposed to say. 

“Yeah,” You told him quickly as you finally found your words, “I’m not your girl anymore. You need to leave. Seriously, how did you even get in?” You asked, beginning to feel irritated from being woken up in the middle of the night. You sighed, pushing the sleeves of your long shirt up your arms. Billy’s eyes flashed as he looked you over, his own annoyance showing on his features. 

“Is this his?” He referenced the shirt you wore, his fingers brushing down the front of it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the look of jealousy and mischief. Still, underneath his touch you could feel your nipples hardening.

“Billy,” You breathed out quickly as you shook your head, “This isn’t funny. You need to leave.” You tried to sound more stern, more forceful so he’d understand just how serious you were. You didn’t like where his actions were leading. 

“Oh? I need to leave? I didn’t think you’d be such a little bitch. Here I am, trying to make amends and you’re too busy being a cunt to care.” Billy spit out angrily, obviously not caring what you had to say. He leaned closer to you, his anger spreading into the room as you tried to compose yourself once again. 

“I’m sorry,” You told him quickly, knowing how quickly his anger could expand, “I’m just tired. Can’t we talk about this tomorrow?” He grinned from ear to ear, lust shining deep within his blue eyes.

“I wanna talk about this now,” You were shaking your head, frustration building inside of you. His eyes snapped back up to yours before his hands were on the collar of your shirt, tugging on it effortlessly as it tore in his grip. He was shoving it off of your shoulders roughly, your pleas falling on deaf ears as you tried to cover your boobs. His hands were on your waist suddenly, lifting you up high in the air. A gasp left your mouth as you kicked and squirmed, protests leaving your mouth before you were roughly thrown onto your mattress. You gaped as your pillows bounced onto the floor, “It’ll be just like old times.”

“Stop,” You were shaking your head, your hands pressed over your boobs to cover yourself, “I’m with someone else now, we’re over.” You tried to remind him, hoping that he would stop once he came to his senses.

“Like that scrawny boy could treat you good,” Billy smirked, rubbing his fingers down your body, “Don’t I always treat you good?” He asked as his fingers moved to the hem of your panties. You breathed out hard, remembering the good times you had together. That was a long time ago, forgotten just like your favorite dreams.

“I don’t want it.” Tears were forming in your eyes as he yanked your panties down from your thighs so harshly that his rings dragged against your skin. You wailed, trying to kick at him before he was roughly gripping your knees and spreading you far apart. Your heart beat harshly in your chest as his blue eyes looked down upon your wet cunt. He grinned from ear to ear as he took one hand and dragged it along your wet folds. “Look at this,” He hummed, making a show as he rubbed your slick between his thick fingers, “I think you’re a fucking liar.” Your body reacted differently than your mind, your hips jerking up towards him. You moaned, your body warming in humiliation. He smirked at the sound, looking rather pleased with himself as he settled between your legs. 

“Bil-,” You were quiet, your words faltering at the sound of his pocketknife opening. It gleamed in the moonlight, reflecting the lust that was shining in his darkened eyes, “Please don’t.” You mumbled instead, still trying to encourage him that it was okay to stop. He didn’t have to go through with this. He could leave you alone and you would forget that he had ever come. 

Billy dragged the smooth side of the knife down your soft skin, bringing forth a trail of goosebumps. You were breathing slower, too afraid that he would poke you if your chest fully rose to take a deep breath. He was watching you with a cocky grin

“Should I carve my name into you?” He tilted his head as he spoke, pouting his lips out softly to mock the sound that left your lips,  “Let everyone know who you truly belong to?” He inquired, waiting for you to answer seriously. “No.” You told him quickly, your lungs feeling as if they were filled with ice. Billy’s grin grew as he watched you, just barely pressing the tip of the knife against your bare skin. You were suddenly afraid to breathe in case he impaled you. 

“Why not?” He tilted his head, looking serious as he spoke. You felt your heart clenching together tightly as fear tightened inside of your stomach. You gulped hard, feeling tears forming in the corner of your eyes. 

“Please,” You were begging, crying softly, “It’ll hurt. I’ll do anything, please.” You nodded your head reassuringly, knowing that anything was better than feeling his blade pressing into your skin.

“You’ll do anything?” He looked at you seriously, slowly trailing the knife across your abdomen again. You tried to press yourself deeper into the mattress, wishing you could wiggle away from him. 

You nodded your head, sniffling to keep your tears hidden away.

“Do you want my cock?” He questioned, looking at you with hungry eyes. You froze, blinking a few times as you tried to process his words. His features turned irritated, “Okay then.” He pointed the sharp side against your skin, just barely beginning to apply pressure to your skin. You whimpered, shaking your head desperately to make him stop. 

“Yes!” You shouted hoarsely, blinking away your tears, “I want your cock, Billy. So bad. Just please, put the knife away.” He paused for a moment before he dragged it back along your skin. He hummed softly, circling the blade along your right nipple.

“You’ll be a good girl for me?” He asked, looking down intensely at the way your nipple was hardening against the cold, gleaming knife. 

“Yes,” You told him quickly, nodding your head urgently as he pressed the blade against your hard nipple, “I’ll be so good for you, Billy. Please, please just put the knife down.” Your cheeks were raw from crying and you were doing your best to keep from inhaling too deeply, fearing that the motions may cause Billy to cut you. He flicked his tongue across his lips before he smirked.

“Good,” Billy drew out softly as he slowly put the knife back down. You inhaled sharply for the first time, feeling a bit relieved that it was out of sight, “I knew you’d be reasonable.” He told you softly as his hands began to travel up the curve of your hips. You exhaled deeply, feeling shivers beginning to travel up your body. 

You were too afraid to say anything else in case Billy tried to pull the knife out on you again. You shook as he spread your legs again and his hands wandered against the curve of your thighs. He squeezed softly, his blue eyes even darker as he examined your wet cunt. His fingertips brushed against your pussy again and he sighed deeply as he rubbed his finger in slow circles against your clit.

“Billy,” Your body jolted from the sensation and you tried to press your thighs together before he was quickly holding them apart again. You gripped your fingers together tightly, forming a tight fist as Billy’s finger dipped from your folds and into your wet cunt. You whimpered at the feeling of his thick finger inside of you, shame burning inside of your chest at the way he laughed, “Please.” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him. Whether you were begging for him to stop or to continue. Your mind was reacting differently than your body was. 

He slowly thrusted his finger inside of you, a small sound of pleasure leaving his lips as he watched the way you engulfed his digit. You felt your body twitching, trying to urge you closer to him as he slowly moved his finger in your wet cunt as his thumb played with your clit. You blinked hard as you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to control the pleasure that was forming deep inside of you. 

“Such a dirty little girl,” Billy tsked as he curled two fingers inside of your wet cunt, “Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a little bitch,” He grinned mischievously at you, watching the way you tried to hide your face in shame. You bit down on your forearm, trying to keep your moans hidden away from him. He was right though, your hips were grinding against his fingers with a sudden urgency as if he hadn’t just had a knife to your skin.

You kept your eyes away from him, staring at the wall in the corner of your room as if you could pretend that he was someone else right now. His fingers curled deep inside of you, pressing against the area that left your thighs trembling. You jerked against him, arching your hips to meet his thrusting digits. He chuckled, his eyes glued to your body as he finger fucked you.

You could feel your clit beginning to throb as Billy continued to slowly tease you, drawing out the sweetest sounds from your lips as you kept trying to muffle them. His fingers were so thick, pressing so deeply inside of you that you feared you wouldn’t make it. You didn’t want to cum for him, you didn’t want him to think that he could have you that easily. 

“Missed the way you taste,” Billy mumbled as he slowly withdrew his fingers, much to your dismay. Your chest felt heavy as you fought between your thoughts and pleasure. You turned to look at him, watching the way he sucked your juices from his fingers. Your body warmed from pleasure as you listened to the way he moaned around his own digits, “So sweet,” He told you seriously as he removed his fingers. He leaned over you, his body trapping your own. You inhaled sharply, your chest nearly touching his from how close he was to you at the moment. 

His blue eyes raked over your features, searching the mixture of pleasure and dismay that was mingled about. His warm breath was tickling against your skin, his lips curling into a cocky grin like he knew more than you did. You exhaled slowly, trying to put some distance between the two of you before he was gripping your chin tightly. You froze, glancing towards where he had discarded the knife. He jerked your head, bringing your wide eyes back towards him as he looked at you intensely.

“You said you’d be good,” He reminded you sternly, “Let me take care of you.” He said briskly, his voice warm as he traced the curve of your lips. For a moment you considered biting him but then decided against it. You didn’t want to press your luck with him. 

He parted your mouth, dragging two fingers roughly against your smooth lips. He pushed them in slowly, exploring the crevices of your mouth as he pressed his fingers down against your tongue. You moaned at the feeling, pleasure forming in your stomach despite your mind telling you how wrong this was.

His blue eyes examined your features, looking over you closely as he drew his fingers away from your lips. Your mouth was still parted, partially from shock and partially from pleasure when he puckered his lips together and spit onto your awaiting tongue. You froze as his saliva coated the inside of your mouth, sliding down the back of your tongue. 

“Look at you, you little whore,” He grinned, sitting back on his knees as he roughly tugged your legs apart again, “What would your little boyfriend say if he saw you like this?” He teased you, looking quite pleased at the way your eyes widened at the remembrance.

“Don’t,” You shook your head, not wanting to think about how wrong this was, “Please don’t.” You begged, trying to think of a way for him to change his mind. His eyebrows furrowed together as he watched you begin to squirm again.

“Don’t be such a little bitch,” Billy smacked the back of your thigh harshly, causing your skin to tingle from the sensation, “I know you want this just as bad,” He hummed, pressing the fat head of his cock against your wet hole. You turned away, feeling shame rise inside of your stomach. Maybe it would be easier if you closed your eyes, pretended you were far away, “Look at me.” Billy commanded, using his other hand to drag your chin back towards him.

You looked up, chest falling at the desire and need that filled the pools in his eyes. He looked desperate, like he was deprived of the one thing he needed. You. You gulped hard, heart hammering as you tried one last time, “Please.” It was barely above a whisper, so quiet that you were sure you had imagined saying it.

Billy’s features softened until a grin formed on his lips. He pressed his thick cock inside of you in one fluid motion, the stretch burning you. You gaped, more tears forming in your eyes as he roughly filled you. He groaned, his head tilted back in bliss as his hands squeezed at your thighs. You were having a hard time breathing, too focused on how thick he was. It felt like he was ripping you apart, but in a good way.

His hands traveled from your thighs to your hips, squeezing them tightly as he pulled back and then slammed into you again. You whimpered, jolts of pleasure kneading against your clit as you slowly adjusted around him.

“Too big,” You whined pathetically, dragging your feet along the curve of the bed, “Won’t work.” You shook your head, trying to plead with him.

“You can take it,” He nodded his head in reassurance, one hand circling around the middle of your back as he slowly positioned himself on top of you. His breath was warm, minty as he stared down at the contorted lines on your face, “You always took my cock so good, baby. Come on, doesn’t that feel good?” His other hand moved from behind your shoulders, squeezing as your shoulder blade as he slowly moved his hips forward again.

You cried out, your fingers finding his broad shoulders as the burning sensation turned to pure pleasure and bliss. You were squeezing him, engulfing his cock and pushing more of him inside of you from how wet you were. Your head found your mattress roughly, squinting your eyes tightly to try and ignore the intimate position you were in. 

“Hey,” Billy was squeezing at your shoulder blade, forcing you to look back up towards him, “I asked you a question. Your boy must do nothing for you if you’re already this much of a dumb bitch on my cock.” He smirked, his nose inches from yours as he flicked his tongue across your plump lips. Your fingertips dug into his muscular skin, crying out in pleasure as his cock pressed up against your g-spot.

“Yeah,” You sighed, your back arching as you pressed up against him. Your skin was sweaty, rubbing against his in a fluid motion as his hips repeatedly snapped forward. You were trapped underneath him, feeling small and helpless as he rammed his cock into your wet cunt the way he liked, “Feels good.” Your voice was shrill, higher pitched from the pleasure that was racking through your spine. 

“You better be a good little slut and be quiet,” Billy was grinning, grunting as he began to grind his cock into you. Your eyes were fluttering, beginning to shut at the feeling of him pressed so deeply inside of you, “Don’t want your little boyfriend to hear, do you?” He tsked, mocking you as the bed squeaked underneath the weight of you two. The headboard was smacking against the walls roughly, following the movements of his thrusts as he drove his weight into his motions. 

“Stop,” You pleaded, shaking your head as your mind became fuzzy from pleasure and guilt. You wanted to kick him away but draw him closer at the same time. In the end, your pleasure won as you moved your hips up against him. You sighed, your nails digging into his skin as you met his thrusts halfway, “Don’t stop.” You breathed out after another thought, your pleasure tickling up your spine. Your brain felt foggy, too overcome with the way Billy was treating you. 

“Little slut,” Billy licked the curve of your cheek, groaning deeply in your ear, “You fit around my cock so well. Such a pretty little cunt, hear how much she missed my cock?” Billy’s fingers were digging into the curve of your hip, holding onto you tightly as his thrusts became deeper. Your lips parted in moans as he dragged his cock inside of you, your pussy squelching around him.

You tilted your head in shame, partially hoping he would just get this over with. At the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. Everything felt too good. He was fucking you so deep, so senseless that you were clawing at your skin and begging. You weren’t sure what you were begging for, only that your body was convincing you to let him do whatever he wanted. 

Your bed scraped against the floor, the mattress squeaking underneath you as he gave another particularly deep thrust. Your toes curled, your eyes rolling back in awe. Billy’s fingers were pressed so tightly on your hips that you weren’t able to fuck up against him. You wanted more, you needed more.

“Stop,” You pleaded as you shook your head, still trying to be quiet as you remembered his earlier request. You didn’t want to be too loud, you didn’t want your body to respond so freely to him. You could tell it was giving him satisfaction, it was making him proud. Your stomach began to tighten and you could tell you were near, “Stop, please stop.” You begged, wishing he didn’t overpower you so easily. 

“S’alright baby,” Billy mocked, moving his hand from your hip to press his fingers down along your clit, “I can feel that you're close, it’s okay.” He promised, his warm breath tickling against your skin. You were writhing underneath him, trying to shake him off of you.

“No,” You whined pathetically, weakly trying to shove his shoulders back away from you, “Don’t want it.” Your body was responding differently, curling up against him as his fingers rubbed against your clit harshly. You jerked forward, your cunt squeezing around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Think you do,” Billy groaned loudly, sounding deep in his own pleasure as he kept the same rough pace. The head of his cock was pressing against your bundle of nerves, pushing inside of you deeper, “That’s it baby, cum on my cock. Such a good girl.” He praised, teasing you as he drew circles on your clit. You cried out, your body squirming as he took your orgasm from you.

You were wiggling, your body shaking from underneath him as you quivered from his powerful thrusts. Your body was too warm, too full of pleasure as he continued to pound into you. He was grunting, tugging at your hair softly as he licked the curve of your parted lips. 

“No more,” You pleaded, your body still shaking as your nails dug into his large biceps. He was so large, so thick that you knew there wasn’t a way to push him away from you. He simply laughed, still drawing circles into your clit, “Fuck!” You cried out, your body spasming around him. Billy grunted loudly, his sounds filling the room as he clawed at your hips and shoulder.

“I know he can’t fuck you like this,” HIs voice was husky, sounding raspier the more he pressed into you. His hips were stalling, his movements becoming less frequent, “Gonna fill you with my cum.”

“Not inside,” You whined out quickly, “Please, Billy.” Your fingertips were pushing into his skin, urging his large body off of yours. He groaned, his lips finding the curve of your neck and sucking harshly on your neck like your protests only fueled him on. 

“Fuck, fuck,” He ignored your protests, pushing inside you deeply. His cock fluttered inside of you as he came, his warm spunk filling your fluttering hole, “Such a good little whore. You think your boyfriend will know?” You whimpered, trying to shove him away from you as his cum leaked from your hole. 

“Please stop.” You cried out pathetically, watching as he sat up on his knees. You looked away, your ears burning from the sound of him removing his cock from you. You could feel the mixture of the two of you leaking from your cunt, “No more.” You told him seriously. Billy grinned, looking pleased with himself as he scooped his spunk onto his fingers. You watched, your eyes widening as he pressed the warm liquid against your lips. You held your mouth together tightly but he forced his fingers past your lips and teeth anyways.

“Swallow,” He commanded, his eyes flickering over the defiance on your face. His cum rested on your tongue and you could feel the urge to spit it out growing, “Do it.” He gripped your nose tightly, using his other hand to cover your mouth so you couldn’t breathe. You struggled for a moment, squirming underneath him before you swallowed his warm liquid with a harsh gulp. He removed his hands slowly, smirking to himself proudly. 

“Just let me have a taste,” He grinned at you as he pushed your legs further apart again, “Then it’ll be all over.” He promised, watching the way your chest rose and fell harshly. 

He held your legs apart wide, pushing them up towards your knees as he dipped between your legs. He swirled the cum away from your fluttering hole, licking it up before he was crawling over you again. A whimper left your mouth from the sensation he had left against your cunt. Billy parted your lips again, spitting his mixture of cum and saliva into your mouth. You whined, shaking your head and refusing to swallow.

“Swallow it,” Billy demanded, watching you intensely. The taste lingered on your tongue, his warm spunk coating the roof of your mouth. You shook your head again, eyes widening as Billy’s hand descended on you. His index finger and thumb squeezed your nose roughly, while the palm of his hand covered your mouth. You flailed for a few seconds, not wanting to give in. Your cheeks burned from the lack of oxygen, your chest feeling tight before you finally gave in. You swallowed the mixture harshly, squinting your eyes tightly, “See, this would be so much easier if you’d just listen to me.” You whined when he squeezed your cheeks together, shaking your head until you opened your eyes to look at him. 

“I’m sorry,” You whimpered as he drew his other thumb across your bottom lip. HIs eyes were gleaming, but his features were still stoic as he watched you, “So tired. I’m so tired, Billy.” You tried softly, hoping that your words would draw him away from you. He had his fun, he could leave now. He could be done with you.

“Oh,” He mocked you playfully, roughly letting go of your cheeks, “We’re just getting started.” You felt the urge to cry again, wishing he would just leave you alone. He gripped a hold of your hair, squeezing it harshly until you were up on your knees. 

“No,” You were shaking your head, keeping your lips tightly together, “Won’t do it.” You told him sternly, feeling tears swelling in your eyes again as you looked up towards him. Billy’s lips curled up in irritation before he spoke down to you again. “You will,” Billy spit out harshly, “If you even think about using those teeth I’ll break your jaw, understand?” You nodded, whining pathetically as he lightly smacked your cheek. He pressed his fat tip against your lips, prying your mouth apart as he thrusted into your mouth. You gagged, realizing he was going to use you instead.

His fingers kept a hold of your hair tightly, tugging on it as he forced your mouth up and down the length of his cock. You were gagging, drooling messily as he hit the back of your throat with each motion. You tried to deny that you liked the taste of him, that you craved the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of your mouth. Deep down, you knew that you did. You feared that he suspected that too and that’s why he kept going. 

You squinted your eyes tightly, holding them shut as his tip continued to press against the back of your throat. You were fighting to keep from gagging too loudly or to keep from moaning. You didn’t want him to know just how much you were enjoying it. He squeezed your hair tightly as he groaned and continued to press your mouth further down the length of his cock.

You slowly began to move your tongue along the veins of his cock as your drool began to coat his warm balls. You inhaled sharply through your nose, breathing in the musky scent of him. You could feel your own arousal forming between your legs as you thought about how long it had been since you’d been treated like this. You always liked when Billy was a bit rougher with you. 

He pulled your hair back tightly, forcing your mouth away from his hard cock. You gasped as your saliva trickled down your chin and neck. You stared into his dark blue eyes, watching as he leaned forward to lick the drool from your lips and chin. You found yourself whimpering, trying to push your face away from his.

“Stop,” You mumbled, tossing your head back and forth as he somehow continued to press his lips against your skin, “That’s enough.” You told him seriously, trying to push him away by his strong shoulders. Billy laughed, easily taking your hands in his as he looked at you amused. 

“Awe,” He grinned, tiling his head with a look of mischief, “Poor baby thinks she’s in charge.” He tsked, watching as you squirmed against his tight grip. You eventually sighed, realizing that it was worthless to fight when he was that much stronger. 

He was tossing you over suddenly, gripping your hips tightly as he moved you onto your hands and knees. You gasped, your drool coating your cheek as he squeezed your hips tightly. He pressed up against you playfully, rubbing his cock against your wet folds. You whimpered, feeling the length of his dick pressing up against you again. Your cunt was already beginning to clench together in anticipation of feeling his cock again. 

“No more,” You told him quickly, glancing over your shoulder as you kicked your feet against the mattress. He slapped your ass hard, drawing a sound of protest from you. You quickly stopped your movements, not wanting to get a worse punishment from him, “Please.” You added softly this time, wishing that he would just leave you alone. 

“Almost done,” He groaned as he rubbed his cock along your glistening pussy. You sighed softly, clenching your eyes tightly as you tried your best to pretend that you weren’t enjoying this, “Gotta fill this little pussy again.” He pushed inside you fully, stretching your wet walls as his cock easily filled you. You gaped, your lips parting in bliss at the stretch of his cock overcame all of your thoughts. He pulled your hips back towards him, dragging your wet cunt along the length of his thick cock. You cried out in bliss as he hit your g-spot repeatedly, like it was a game to see how easily he could make you squirm underneath his touch.

“No,” You were crying again, “Please stop.” Your squirming stopped for a moment as his movements became less rough, not as harsh. He turned your head, pulling your hair from your face before he leaned over you. His lips were pressing against yours sweetly for a moment as he cupped your chin, before he was traveling his kisses across your cheeks, your nose and then your forehead.

“Billy?” Your eyebrows were pulled together tightly, your fists releasing from the tight grip as you blinked your eyelashes in confusion. You looked up into his soft blue eyes, not understanding where he was going. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was gentle and smooth as his lips peppered kisses along your skin. You grinned at the warm sensation, drawing in the comfort that he was giving you. His warm fingers were tickling against your skin, holding onto you softly.

“Oh my god,” You whined playfully, giggling softly as his lips connected to the corner of your eyebrows, “You’re ruining the fun.” You moaned, kicking your leg against his gently. He chuckled breathlessly, earning a moan from you as he shifted inside of you. 

“You actually sounded like you were in distress,” He was smiling but still sounded a little panicked, “You’re sure you're fine?” He asked, rubbing his fingers against the back of your neck. You smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him an encouraging nod. 

“I was completely fine,” You reassured him, “I need you to please get back in character.” You laughed softly, watching the way his eyes looked over you one more time. He bent over again, kissing your lips gently before he pulled away and smacked your backside.

“Look at you,” He grinned as he pulled your hair harshly, so your back was forced up against his sweaty chest. You bit back your own smile as he molded back into your little game, “Crying on my cock like a little whore. Does your boyfriend know how much of a slut you are?” He teased, his fingers finding your clit as he thrusted his hips forward harshly. You gasped, leaning your head away from him as his lips attacked your neck.

“Billy,” You whined pathetically as his cock continually slid against your bundle of nerves, “No more, please.” You moaned as he rubbed your clit into harsh circles, making your thighs shake with his powerful thrusts. You feared that without his arm linked tightly around your waist, you’d fall face forward into the sheets and blankets. 

“Come on,” He whispered harshly against your ear lobe. He slowly slid his tongue across your skin before he bit down on your earlobe, “Listen to this pretty cunt, she needs my cock so bad.” He slowly ran his fingers between your folds before he pressed his palm against your cunt, leaving you to grind against it as he continued to fuck into you. You could hear the sound of your skin meeting bouncing against the quiet walls. You were biting your lip hard, fighting to keep your moans silenced as his cock pressed inside of you deeply. You could feel your toes curling up tightly in bliss as the pleasure raked up your body.

You hated how good he was making you feel. You hated how no one else was able to leave you in the predicament you were in now. You could feel yourself lightly beginning to grind back against him, needing his cock just as desperately as he needed your cunt. 

“Oh god,” You hated the way you were moaning, how you were clearly edging him on as your cunt squeezed around his thick cock. You could feel every ridge and vein as he moved inside of you, your cunt drenching around him, “Billy.” You leaned your head back in dismay, too taken by the pleasure to find a way to protest. He laughed as he pushed your hair away from your eyes.

“Do you think of me when you fuck him?” He asked huskily, squeezing your jawline softly as he continued to ram his cock deep inside of you. Your eyes closed in bliss, beginning to feel overwhelmed from how powerful he was thrusting inside of you. You licked your lips, trying to keep yourself from drooling.

“No,” You lied pathetically as he continued to grind your body back against his thick cock. You whimpered as his fingers rubbed your clit harshly, causing your body to spasm in pleasure. You could feel your orgasm growing, “Stop, stop.” You pleaded, not wanting to deal with the humiliation of cumming around his cock again.

“S’okay,” He grunted in your ear as your body shook against his. He sighed loudly, licking away the sweat from your skin as he continued to pump inside of your wet cunt. You whimpered, your body taking control and squeezing him tightly as you felt your orgasm approaching, “That’s it baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“No.” You whined, shaking your head to dismiss his sentence. You didn’t want to cum again. It would prove that he was right, that you needed him that badly. He chuckled, his teeth scraping against the sensitive part of your neck. You whimpered as he bit down on you, marking you as his own. 

“I think you do,” He teased, pressing his fingertips down against your clit harder. You whimpered, your body spasming as you became trapped between his hand and his cock. He groaned, pressing his free hand against your stomach as he kept the same steady but rough pace. You gaped, your muscles tightening in bliss as you came around his cock. Your body shook with shame and pleasure as he held you tightly against him. You whimpered, feeling completely overwhelmed as he let you fall down onto the bed. 

His cock was still inside of you, slowly pressing forward inside of your fluttering cunt. You whimpered, feeling too overstimulated to cum again. You hoped he’d just jerk himself off to finish, that he wouldn’t keep pounding his pulsing cock inside of you. You weren’t sure you could take much more. 

“That’s enough,” You spoke finally once your body was done shaking, “No more. You got what you came for.” You told him seriously, fighting to push your body up with your hands. He chuckled loudly, leaning down towards you. You found yourself whimpering again as his cock moved inside of you. His blue eyes searched your features as he licked his tongue across his teeth.

“Wanna see that pretty face,” He murmured as he slowly slid out of your wet heat, “I like when you get all dumb on my cock.” He grinned cockily, looking pleased by the way you protested as he pulled out. You found yourself clenching around nothing, feeling the urge to have more of him as he moved around you. You felt so guilty suddenly, but it was like your body was reacting in a different way than your mind was. 

He situated himself against the headboard, his sweaty back resting against it as he tugged you onto his lap. You whimpered, your body feeling weak as you roughly pressed your hands against his chest, trying to stop his rough hands from dragging you on top of him. You had little fight as he easily positioned you over top of his leaking cock. 

“Can’t,” You breathed out, your pussy aching at the thought of another orgasm, “Please. I’ve had enough.” Billy just laughed, bending your legs in a way that had you trapped underneath him. You whimpered; your body was flush against his. He rubbed his hard cock against your folds, tapping his fat tip against your sensitive clit.

“One more time,” He promised again as he drew his tongue across his bottom lip, “I know you can take it baby. I know that pretty pussy can take my cock.” He breathed out softly, his voice raspy as he slid his cock against your wet hole. You whimpered, still feeling the remnants of his spunk dripping from you from earlier.

He lifted his hips softly, entering you in one fluid motion. Your lips parted, a whiny moan rolling off of your tongue as Billy’s cock stretched you again. You figured by now you’d be used to it, but he was just so big and thick that it felt the way that it did the first time. Your nails dug into his skin as you adjusted around him, whimpering softly from how overwhelming all of it felt. 

“That’s it,” He breathed out as his hands clawed down your back. His eyebrows were furrowed together, his mouth parted as he looked up at you in bliss. You cried out as he rocked you along the length of his cock. He grunted, snapping his hips forward repeatedly as he began to chase his own high, “Your pretty cunt feels so good.” He groaned in bliss, looking up towards you with half lidded eyes.

You felt weightless as he continued to bounce you up and down the length of his cock. You were whimpering, completely overcome with your own pleasure as his hands squeezed your hips tightly. You wondered if you’d have bruises by the end of this. You breathed out harshly, pleasure tingling up your body. 

You felt the moans spilling freely from your lips, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure anymore. You gaped at the sound of your cunt drenching his cock. You were so wet; you could feel it dripping along the length of him as he continued to keep up his rough movements. You were whining, your eyes fluttering as his fat tip continued to press against your bundle of nerves. You began to claw at his chest, overcome with the way he was making you feel. 

He gripped a hold of your hair, pulling you further down towards him, “You’re mine,” He whispered harshly in your ear, “Gonna make sure you remember that no one else can have you.” He breathed out roughly, his hands gripping your hips harshly. He smacked your ass hard, the stinging sensation spreading across your skin. 

“Billy,” You whimpered, feeling like you might collapse on his chest if not for the grip he had on you, “Please.” You moaned differently this time. You didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to give you your next orgasm. You wanted to feel his cock painting your fluttering walls as he finally released again. He groaned, looking just as desperate as you felt.

He grunted in response, his eyes flicking up towards you as he watched the way your body flailed against his cock. You breathed in relief, feeling your toes begin to curl again as your cunt began to squeeze his thick length. You were rocking against him, your body moving on its own as the pleasure took over your mind.

“Fuck,” He breathed out harshly, his hips snapping forward, “That’s my good girl. Cum for me again.” He grunted out, his nose scrunching as he spoke. Your thighs were shaking roughly this time, your whole-body trembling on top of him as you approached your high. A whimper left your mouth before you were crying out, your nails digging into his skin as you came down from your high once again.

“Oh my god,” You shut your eyes tightly as he continually thrusted up into you. You were whining, feeling the need to crawl away from how overstimulated you felt at the moment. He grunted, holding you still as his movements became faster and lost his rhythm, “Billy, please.” You cried out, ready for him to leave you alone.

“Fuck,” He sighed in pure bliss, his eyes pinning towards your pretty face. He pushed your hair out of the way before pulling you down towards him. His mouth met yours messily, forcing you into a kiss as he rocked his cock deep inside of your wet cunt. You whimpered, your body twisting in pleasure, “That’s it, such a good girl for taking my cock like this.” He breathed out harshly. He grunted loudly, his blue eyes rolling back as he came deep inside of your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, his spunk beginning to leak out of your fluttering walls.

You whimpered; your body overwhelmed from your workout as you fell forward onto his chest. You breathed in harshly, trying to catch your breath as you laid against his sweaty chest. He chuckled, looking down at you as he rubbed his thumb across your spine. 

“Are you okay?” He looked down at you, an eyebrow raised in worry. He gently tugged you up towards his body, beginning to pepper kisses along your face again. You quickly nodded your head, your body and heart still vibrating hard. You found a giggle bubbling in your chest as you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. He smiled in response, looking a bit reassured with your reaction. 

“That was fun,” You told him honestly, looking up at him with a pleased grin, “We should play your games more often.”

[sobleedstherose]

daddy? sorry - billy hargrove x reader smut

wc: 5.6k

genre: SMUT

pairing: billy hargrove x fem/afab/fem anatomy reader (no pronouns I don't think but he calls you mommy and wants to get you pregnant real bad lol)

summary: you accidentally call billy daddy one too many times, and he's now determined to level the playing field and make you a mommy.

warnings: HELLA breeding kink, a lot of daddy and mommy (mostly billy calling you and him mommy and daddy), mild neck grabbing, petnames (dollface, sweetcheeks, angel, doll, sugarlips, toots, slut, whore, mommy, pretty thing), a lot of good girl-s, boners and grinding, groping, you actually say "daddy sorry" once lol, billy is kind of mean and teases you a bit, light humiliation, edging, some use of the phrase "knock you up", billy is very dominant, a loooooot of eye contact (some face grabbing to ensure eye contact), billy is swole as fuck, some unintentional temperature play, billy is wearing rings, some biting, praise, degradation, praise AND degradation, a lot of kissing with tongue, referenced oral (f recieving), billy has a MONSTER shlong, fingering with 2 - 3 fingers, fingering with rings, manhandling, some spanking, praise kink, billy pays a lot of attention to you (attention kink???? does that exist???), minor handjob/m recieving foreplay/prep, legs over shoulder position, restraint (he holds your hands above your head), cervix kissing, buff billy + size kink, "use your words", billy loves your tiddies a lot, multiple orgasms, PROLONGED EYE CONTACT, billy is kind of obsessed with you, some misogyny (as a treat) (could also be interpreted as sexy fun slutshaming if you squint??), nipple and boob play, finger sucking, belly bulge, a lot of pregnancy dirty talk, overstimulation, mating press, sexy threats to keep you pregnant?????, unhinged feral primal billy, cockwarming and cum plugging, some dumbification, I think that's it dear god

music rec: I feel like I was made for lovin you by kiss fits p well (i'm still working on my billy playlist lol)

a/n: so....... a lot happens in this. i've been thinking non stop about this for a while. billy hargrove can toss me around like a ragdoll and call me wifey any fucking day. also can we talk about how fucking hot he looks in this gif??????? also kind of want to write some darker billy fics, more posessive smutty stuff yk

please let me know what you think of this i'm fucking obsessed

also I read a fic once where billy said "daddy daddy, don't call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy" AND I CAN'T FIND THE FIC NOW (IF I CAN FIND IT I'LL LINK IT HERE CAUSE WOW)

tags: @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+

The first time was an accident. An honest to god slip of the tongue that you insist was not your fault. Seriously, if anyone else had had Billy Hargrove, fresh out of the shower and adorned in nothing but gray sweatpants smack their ass with that cocky smirk of his, you're sure they would have let a 'daddy' slip out as well. Nevertheless, you’d blanched. Mortified, you had been ready to politely pretend it hadn’t happened and move on. You expected nothing but the same from Billy, maybe the occasional teasing comment at worst. What you had decidedly not expected was for Billy to place his hand on the back of your neck and lower his lips to your ear, voice breathy and dangerous.

“It’s really in your best interest if you don’t call me that again, dollface.”

And that was it.

You took his word, not calling him that, not even bringing up the incident itself. As weeks and weeks pass, you soon begin to find it progressively harder not to call him that. You’re sure it’s just because of how adamant he was that you not use that particular pet name, but for reasons still beyond your understanding, now it was suddenly all you could seem to think about. Every time you see him, every time you think of him, your brain repeats it over and over, and you find yourself having to stifle it manually a lot more than you did before.

Your mind is suddenly torn from these worries one day when you find yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, clinging to Billy’s muscular arm wrapped around you. His chest is warm, pressed up against the curve of your back, lips pressing playful nips and kisses along your neck. His half hard dick is pressing against your ass, and his other hand finds its way down your pants, palming you through your soft panties. He murmurs dirty nothings into your ear, heel of his hand grinding down on your puffy clit. You’re so swept away by his touch that for just one moment, you lose focus. And in that one moment, it somehow slips out, breathy and desperate.

“Daddy…”

You both freeze. Heat rises to your face and you scramble to recover, and Billy is now fully hard behind you, a rush of heat pooling in his core as what you said rings in his ears.

“Sorry,” You sputter, “I- I didn’t mean that, I, uh…”

You’re so nervous and it’s so cute, Billy thinks, as you fumble for an explanation, that he can’t help but tease you a little. Maybe more than a little. He begins to play with your clothed cunt again, pace agonizing.

“You meant…” he prompts, voice low and expectant. You’re clearly having trouble focusing on what you were trying to say, which he exacerbates by once again, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say-

“Daddy- sorry!” you slip again. Your words hang in the air. He lets out a breathy chuckle, enjoying this way too much, as he lazily plays with your burning heat, warm and puffy, sensitive to his touch from the extent of your arousal. He leans closer to your ear, consumed by a new kind of hunger.

“Daddy, daddy,” he whines mockingly, voice treacherously sincere, “I warned you last time, sweetcheeks,” his gestures get sharper, punctuating his words, and his breath fans over your neck.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy.”

You can’t restrain yourself from letting a whiney moan slip out in spite of your best efforts to stay quiet, to not let his teasing get a rise out of you no matter how effective it is. The sound rings beautifully in his ears, and his fingers push aside the fabric of your underwear.

“You know,” He begins, dipping between your folds, spreading around the sweet sticky wetness with his fingers, and your eyes flutter closed at the skin on skin contact you’ve been so desperately needing, heart pounding in your chest, loud and heavy. His tone of voice is almost too light, too casual, and you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this so goddamn much. He continues, getting lower and more gravley in your ear, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to knock you up.”

His voice, his words alone are enough to send even more burning heat to your core, and your grip tightens on his arm. You can feel yourself dripping, squeezing out thick wet beads that drip down his fingers. He’s still edging you, and he can tell by your reaction that he’s doing a bang up job of riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered just for him.

“Huh?” he asks rhetorically, “You want that, doll?” You tilt your head back against him, trying to hold on to your senses. He finally begins to pump his long, thick fingers into you, just a little, and your grip tightens even more. His rings brush against your sensitive skin, the metal cool and rough, and it sends even more electricity through you. He cranes his neck, face moving closer to yours.

“You want to make me put a baby in you?”

“Yes,” you pant, without a second thought. He’s finally about half way in, scissoring your spongy elastic walls, stretching you out for what’s coming.

“Yes…” he prompts, coaxing more out of you. He wants to hear you say… what, he’s not exactly sure. Anything would sound nice coming from your lips at a time like this, and his repetition of your answer hangs between you, waiting for you to continue.

You squirm in his rock strong grip, ass grinding back against him, managing to half twist around enough to look up at him. You stare up at him, biting your lip with those big fuck me eyes that drive him wild. You look at him for a second, pulling all the breath from his lungs so easily, the way only you seem to be able to.

“Yes daddy.”

Everything leading up to this had been rumbling in the horizon, a premonition of what’s to come, and now with your words, you’ve happily sealed your fate. You’ve awakened something in him, in both of you. He lets out an excited chuckle, disbelieving how turned on two words from you have made him.

In one swift movement he pulls down your pants and hastily shoved aside panties, and has you sitting up on the counter, facing him, as he stands between your legs. The cold countertop sends a shiver up your spine, providing a stark contrast to your burning hot, fully exposed cunt. One hand comes up to the side of your face and he runs his thumb over your lip. You part your lips gently at his touch, and he uses this opportunity to connect his to yours. His kiss is deep and with purpose and you instantly want more.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other grabs at the soft flesh of your hip and thigh, making its way back down to your cunt. You’re grinding against his hand before he can even plunge his big, long fingers back into your dripping heat, and he bites your lip as a silent warning. Behave. You can practically hear him saying it, in that playful dangerous way of his, where you’re never quite sure how empty his threats to punish you and turn you into a good little slut for him are.

His tongue prods past your lips, curling and thrashing in your mouth, warm and full. He flicks it against yours, and you know the gesture is deliberate - reminder of how good it feels between your legs. It’s not lost on you, especially now, as his fingers expertly pump and curl against your tight walls, scissoring and stretching you out for his throbbing cock. God, you wish it was already inside you, but you know he’s so big you can’t realistically take him without plenty of prep. Plenty of fingering and licking and stretching that Billy is more than happy to provide.

He slowly works in a third finger, and you clench around him. He hums into your mouth, sending low reverberations through your lips. You can tell from how he’s working his fingers against your tight wetness, ensuring you’re thoroughly stretched out, that you’ve really excited him. He focuses all his energy on you, on making you feel good, and tries his hardest to resist the urge to start humping your leg while he does. By the time you’re moaning into his mouth, hands grabbing desperately for his cock, he feels he’s done his job sufficiently.

Feeling how tight you got around him in the last few minutes, he drags his fingers up and down, focusing on the spot that makes your hips jerk, and finally, you cum hard around his fingers. The euphoric sensation swims through you like champagne, and he lets out a loud moan that makes your cheeks hot. Feeling you pulse and throb, tight against his fingers, is driving him fucking crazy. He knows now more than ever that he needs his cock inside you, right fucking now.

He pulls his fingers out, dripping and wrinkled from your wetness, already missing your tight embrace. Your walls flutter around the noticeable absence, and you feel so empty. You whine at the loss of contact and he smirks.

In one fluid motion, he hoists you up over his shoulder, carrying you with one arm. You squeal in delight as he makes his way to the bedroom, landing a very firm, satisfying smack to your exposed ass and pussy, sending electricity to your cunt and heat to your face. He’s left with a wet patch on his hand, and an even stronger desire to fuck you till you can’t think straight.

Moments later, he walks you both into the bedroom, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed. You bounce when you land, scooching further back as he takes off his pants and shirt, crawling on top of you. He approaches like a hungry jungle cat, dangerous and anticipating you. Any other time he’d take plenty of time to admire you thoroughly, gaping and dripping just for him, just from his fingers. He would fawn over you, telling you what a pretty pussy you have, how he can't wait to stretch you out and ruin you, can't wait to make you scream his name.

But this time, for once, he can't wait. He guides your hand with his, moving automatically to his cock (which you can’t even wrap your hands all the way around), and you begin to pump him a few times to get him all warmed up. He lets out a heavy breath, your touch euphoric. Right as you start to drag your finger across the head, he lets out a moan, removing your hand before it becomes too much for him to bear.

Propped up on your elbows, he tears off your shirt, gazing at your newly exposed chest. He takes in your form, cheeks flushed. He pushes you down flat against the soft bed, where you land with a bounce. His large hands move to your thighs, groping the soft flesh, filling you with a hazy warmth.

"I love it when you touch me like that," you breathe, and you can see the anticipation, the hunger building in his eyes. He smirks looking down at you with a smoldering expression that sends a fresh wave of butterflies through you.

"There’s plenty more where that came from, toots."

Before you can even blush, his grip on your thighs tightens as he throws your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you, and presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips. He’s not stopping at folding you in half, you realize as he proceeds to pin both your arms over your head, holding your wrists with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other. He begins to roll his hips into yours, and he moans, fully inside you in just a few thrusts.

If he hadn’t rendered you both speechless and breathless in a mere few seconds, you’re sure you’d be a moaning mess, too. Somehow, in spite of all that, he manages to draw a moan out of you, which is instantly muffled by his tongue fucking into your mouth. He loves that. He loves the feeling of you desperately whining against his tongue. It makes his grip on the sheets tighten even more, knuckles going white against the cool metal of his rings, and the chain of his necklace grazes against you in sync with his hips.

He pulls apart, letting out a long, low moan that quickly turns into a chuckle, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel him rubbing up against your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It’s a feeling that was entirely foreign to you until you had met Billy. Not only is he the only one you’ve met that’s actually big enough to reach your cervix, but he also knows exactly what to do and exactly how to do it to make you feel so, so good - a skill he’s most definitely using to his advantage right now. It adds a whole new layer, another pleasurable hum to the symphony he’s creating with your bodies.

“Atta girl,” he praises sweetly, eyes never leaving yours, “just like that…”

Jesus Christ, you look so goddamn hot and fuckable when you’re splayed out beneath him like this, all submissive just for him. That doe eyed fuck me look on your face, while his hand is wrapped around your wrists, legs pinned down, it makes him want to fill you up even more than he did before. He knows for a fucking fact that if he could see your pussy right now, it would look amazing.

He’s really, really glad he’s hitting it raw right now, because if he somehow wasn’t currently about to knock you the hell up, he’d do whatever he had to to make sure he could. All he wants right now is to make you feel good, and fuck a baby into your needy little cunt. Based on the volume and frequency of your whiny moans and other noises, he’s doing a pretty damn good job.

He’s looking at you with this wild drive, this intensity, this hunger you haven’t seen anywhere else. His broad shoulders and muscular torso press into you, providing a nice sense of weight and pressure that somehow makes all this feel even better. The heat from your bodies radiates off each other as you pant, trying in vain to catch your breath from everything he’s done to you, everything he’s made you feel.

You snap out of the thought, stretched and accustomed to his size after a few moments, and he finally begins to move. The pace he sets is agonizing and perfect and you let out a long, breathy moan. A deep satisfaction begins to work its way through you as you’re stuffed with his cock, finally feeling full the way you’ve been craving for… a while, you realize. You didn’t notice how badly you missed Billy’s touch, his cock, the way he fills you up and stretches you out.

It hasn’t even been that long since the last time he rearranged your guts, you suppose, you’re just a little bit addicted to his cock by now. He hits a spot inside you that has you whining again, and you reluctantly admit to yourself you’re more than a little addicted. Much more. You feel him twitch inside you, making you even more aware of how well he fills you up, how deep and thick he is inside you, and you let out a shuddering sigh as he moans, breath fanning each other's faces.

Meanwhile, Billy can’t help but revel in how tight you are. You have a vice grip on his cock, squeezing him more perfectly than he could imagine, and no matter how many times you fuck, you always feel so much better than he expects. You’re warm, and tight, and wet; exactly the right grippy texture to make his cock twitch and leak tons of precum. You stimulate him better, more perfectly than anyone or anything he’s ever encountered.

He dwells on this feeling for a few seconds as you adjust to the swell of his cock, and the rhythm he’s splitting you in half to, simply allowing himself to really enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. Under any other circumstances he’d do things a little differently - he’d for sure go down on you until you cum at least three times, and that’s just to start with - but tonight is different. Tonight, he’s not just fucking you, he’s not just going to pleasure you until you’re both seeing stars. No, tonight, he’s on a mission to get you pregnant. Right fucking now.

It takes every single ounce of restraint and self control he has to maintain the pace he’s set, which is just slow enough for you to feel every single sensation he’s giving you, but not slow enough for your focus to stray from him for one moment. Every single thought you have is Billy, Billy, Billy, which is exactly how he wants you. You whine, trying to squirm below him, but you can’t move much with the way he has you pinned down below him. The noises you make, the way you writhe against him, the way you say his name in a breathy little sigh has him fighting to keep his composure.

It’s so difficult for him not to go absolutely feral with you beneath him like this, when he’s made you like this. He wants you, he craves you. It’s taking everything in him not to rush into this like a bull, but god dammit he is determined, he is going to knock you up tonight. And make you cum as many times as he can during that process. He can’t help himself as he starts growling out the filthiest shit he can think of, letting every dirty thought he has about you flow out of him.

“How does that feel, angel?” he asks, eyes burning into you, and you let out another whine in response.

“Good girls use their words,” he pants in your ear, voice low, “you want to be a good girl for Billy, don’t you?”

He’s barely gotten started and his words are already flooding you with heat, making you throb around him.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, and he lets out a growl, satisfied with your response. He increases his pace and he fucks into you, deep and fast and hot. He lets out a moan, feeling you squeeze around him.

“That’s it,” he praises you for responding, “good whores follow daddy’s orders.” he growls. You let out a whiney, breathy moan and tighten around him. He continues his torrent of dirty talk, loving the reactions he gets out of you.

“You gonna follow orders? Huh?” he coaxes, “You gonna take my cock, be obedient for me, angel?”

You nod, whining again. His free hand releases its grip on the sheets, making its way to your stomach, pressing down. You can both feel his bulge inside you, going in and out, even more than you did before.

“Maybe I should start calling you mommy, get some practice in for when I knock you up…” he muses, voice gravely with lust. He can feel the soft, squishy flesh of your tits pressed up right against him, and they jiggle rhythmically in response to every one of his thrusts. His hand leaves your stomach, moving back up to your jaw to angle your face towards his.

He plants messy, hot kisses all over your mouth and neck, continuing to growl dirty shit right into your ear. You can barely pay attention to his very, very hot words, because Jesus fucking Christ his cock feels so good inside you. He fucks you so good, you can barley wrap your mind around it. You know later when you’re catching up with your friends over coffee they’ll ask about Billy, they’ll take one look at you and know. He’s barely gotten started with you, and you’re already cock drunk. Great.

He can see your eyes glazing over, and he knows what that look means.

“Already, sugarlips?” he asks rhetorically, a cock, teasing tone to his voice. You’re a panting, writhing mess that he’s made you into, so of course he’s going to tease you about it. You wouldn’t expect any less from him. You moan again, sounding like you’re straight out of a porn - and looking like it too, he thinks - and you try to bury your face in his neck. He doesn’t let you, kissing you more instead, so he can keep looking at your gorgeous, fucked out face.

“ ‘m close-” you manage to moan into his mouth, but he knows. Of course he knows, look at you. He can feel your muscles slowly contracting around him. He pumps into you a few more times, and somehow you tighten around him even more as you cum intensly around him. He’s balls deep inside you, and he knows if he tries to move like this he’ll come undone in an instant, which he does not want - not yet, at least. Instead, he grinds his pelvic bone into your clit to carry you through your second orgasm of the night. It works, and you convulse and writhe below him, legs shaking over his shoulders.

“Good girl…” he moans, voice dripping with praise, and just a little condescending. Just the way he knows you like it. You pulse around him, and once your grip lets up enough, he begins to pound into you again. He’s now made you cum at least twice, and does not plan on stopping. Heat floods to your cheeks as he once again takes up that relentless pace again, never ceasing to make you feel anything but euphoric.

His eyes are locked on yours, boring into your soul. The way he looks at you is so intense, and every time you squeeze them shut, or look away, he’s still staring just as intensely when you look back. The truth is, Billy really can’t get enough of you. There’s a certain high he gets from having all your attention, from being the thing that makes you feel so good you can’t stop moaning and screaming his name in spite of how much you might try.

He craves that attention from you more than anything. And dear god, you look so goddamn cute when you get nervous like that. When you look away, all blushy and flustered and fuckable, it just… does something to him. It makes that attention, that connection, so much sweeter. After you look away again, he takes his free hand and grabs your face, locking your eyes with his once more.

“Look at daddy when he’s fucking you.” he growls, and you moan relexively. He chuckles, eyes staring into your soul.

“You like that, don’t you dollface? Course you do… pretty thing like you just loves gettin’ tossed around by a big strong man.”

Fuck. He’s right, and you both know it. There’s no use trying to deny it, your moans and noises, the way you clench around him at his words are all the answer he needs. The heat generating between you two has a thin glistening sheen of sweat reflecting off his smooth skin in the low light of the room. Every noise you make (and you’re making a whole damn lot of them) is just turning Billy on more, continuing to encourage him to get you pregnant and full with his child. And he is going to get you so, so pregnant.

His free hand moves from your jawline to your tits, vehemently groping the soft flesh. He starts to play with your nipples, hard from arousal, and previously brushing against his chest, sending heat to your core. Now the heat they’re sending to your core is intentional. And it’s straight from Billy.

After a moment, he brings his thumb into his mouth, then his index finger into yours. You wrap your lips around him, sucking automatically. He pounds into you harder, curling his finger against your tongue the way he’d curled it inside you earlier.

“So good, so, so good… you gonna be a good little slut for me? Huh?” You moan, nodding as he gently finger fucks your mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he retracts his finger, hand making its way back to your tits. You spit mixes on your skin as he begins to tweak and rub your nipples again.

“Parading that tight little ass around in those shorts…” he plants another affectionate smack on your hip, grip on your wrists tightening, “calling me daddy,” he growls, pace relentless, “like that’s not gonna get you knocked up.” He chuckles as you clench around him.

Yeah, you’re definitely going to have a bruised cervix after this, but dear god it’s worth it. He’s panting, breath fanning all over you, making you even warmer than before. He fills you up so good, fucking you deep into your guts, making your head swim. Shit, you can’t get enough of him. No matter how much you fuck, you’re always craving him, craving his touch. He can’t seem to get enough of you either, practically everything you do turns him on. He’s relentless and you’re insatiable - you make a surprisingly good pair.

You’re close again, and you moan as it snaps you out of your train of thought. He can make you cum so fast it’s almost embarrassing. And you know he absolutely fucking loves it. He adores every minute of this. He loves how blushy and embarrassed you get when he’s made you cum half a dozen times back to back. You look so sweet and fucked out and flushed below him, practically drooling over his cock. He loves overstimulating you, he loves getting to watch as he actually fucks your brains out. He starts babbling out more praise, unable to hold back.

“Takin’ my cock like such a good, obedient girl,” he moans in your ear, placing hot kisses all over your face and neck. His hand is now pressing down on your stomach again, feeling his bulge stretch you over and over. The added sensation to your walls has you whining in a way that makes him throb inside you.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, “you already feel all swolen ‘nd knocked up… gonna be so fuckin’ cute when you’re all pregnant, gonna make such a good little mommy-”

God dammit, it’s enough to send you over the edge yet again. You cum hard, convulsing around his cock, letting out a torrent of porn worthy moans.

“Fuck, Billy!” you cry out, clamping and shaking around him. You’ve finally brought him to the edge, and he can’t hold back any longer this time. This time, he cums with you.

“Shit- fuck!” his moan is torn from his throat, and he almost laughs at the end. You can’t imagine feeling any more full than you do with Billy’s cock stuffed inside you, his hot body and muscular chest pressing up against yours, but when he starts pumping you full of thick, hot cum, a new kind of satisfaction washes through you.

He lets out gravely moans, almost growling into your ear as he humps into you, riding out your highs. You expect him to stop after that, or at least slow down. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure, widen in excitement and anticipation as he continues, speeding up to the pace he was keeping before. He fucks his cum deeper inside you, and with your hips slightly angled upwards, he knows he can keep every drop inside you. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, and you feel him harden inside you.

He continues pistoning into you, your sweet moans like music to his ears. In spite of how close he has you, he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He wants to touch you, wants to squeeze your soft tits and feel you pressed up against him without your legs in the way. He wants to be even closer to you. So, he leans back without pulling out, and brings your legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around your waist. He inches his legs forward so he has you in something akin to a mating press. He pins you back down, pressing against you even more than before.

“There’s a good girl,” he coos, thrusting into you like your lives depend on it, “such a good girl for daddy huh?”

You moan in agreement. You cling on to him, already feeling the dizzy beginnings of another orgasm building up.

“Gonna make such a good mommy,” he breathes, in between pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck, “gonna be so fuckin’ cute… all full and pregnant…”

It lasts for hours. You lost track of how many times you’ve both cum, you’re either at or well into double digits by now, his baby fevered dirty talk never ceasing. He cums into you again, and again, and again. He’s cum inside you so many times now you’re actually starting to look pregnant. The bulge in your stomach is bigger than before, and you’re stuffed full of more than just his cock. He touches your stomach, and you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

He continues to pound into you, hitting that spot that makes your brain short circuit. His hands are all over you, groping your soft flesh, feeling you up and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white. You cling onto him, scratching his back and pulling his hair.

“Maybe I should keep you like this, huh? Keep you nice and pregnant,” he lets out an animalistic growling moan, laughing deliriously at the idea, “Keep fuckin’ brats into you as quick as you can push em out…”

His cock twitches at the mere thought. He’s drunk on you, on the idea of breeding you, keeping you constantly filled up to the brim. Honestly, he seems a little unhinged at this point, and it’s really, really hot.

He cums again as he finishes the thought, and you're sure you can't possibly feel any more full than you do right now. Eventually he begins to slow down, finally stopping still, and you can feel his cock and balls twitching against your sensitive walls. Still sheathed inside you, he collapses his weight on top of you, causing your breathing to shallow slightly. His hot breath fans over your face and neck as he kisses your jawline, exhausted, and praises you for a job well done.

"Such a good girl for me… taking daddy's cock so well…"

He rubs soothing shapes into your skin.

"Gonna make such cute little babies…"

His touch is enamored as ever, providing a sense of comfort entirely unique to him.

"... Be fuckin' gorgeous, all soft and round…"

He continues to murmur every loving, still very hot thought that crosses his mind into your ear as he kisses your neck. You're both totally blissed out, and you lay in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and touch you share.

After a little while, you're not sure how Iong, he begins to push himself up slightly.

"I should get cleaned up…" you begin, feeling his cum sloshing around inside you, kept firmly in place by his cock. You move to scoot out from under him, but he stops you. He pushes you back down to the bed, tits jiggling.

"Ah ah ah," he says in a warning.

"Billy," you start, fighting off a flustered giggle. He grabs a pillow, sliding his hand under the small of your back. In one swift motion, he lifts you up and places the pillow under your hips. He lays back down on top of you, all without pulling out of you for a moment. You let out a noise as he moves against your sensitive flesh, grunting as he settles against you.

"I have to get cleaned up…" you trail off with a giggle.

"Oh no, no you don't sugarlips," he says, in that cocky, dominant tone of voice, "I'm gonna keep you stuffed full of me like this for a while."

He thrusts into you once or twice to emphasize his point, causing you to squirm against him - a feeling he really, truly can not get enough of.

"Cause otherwise," he continues once he’s settled back on top of you, gently crushing you with his weight, "I'd have to fill you up all over again. And I know how much you would hate that." Cloying sarcasm drips from his lips, and he feels you flutter around him and the statement, unsure if it's a threat or a promise or both.

You know he definitely knocked you up, there’s no way this didn't work exactly how he wanted it to. But you don't think that you’d mind trying a couple more times, just to make sure. On top of you, fighting off sleep to revel in your presence, your touch, your warmth, and press even more kisses into your soft skin, Billy is thinking the exact same thing.

[sobleedstherose]

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Billy would DEFINITELY be the type to put his arm on top of your shoulder and use it as a armrest.

"ahh, my perfect pretty little armrest." he told you with a cheeky smile.

He would never admit it but he LOVES to hold your tiny figure in his embrace while the two of you cuddle.

"You fit so perfectly in my arms angel, like your entire body was made for me to hold and protect." he whispered into your ear before he kissed your forehead.

AHJWOWOOWKDBD

Also when you can't reach something because it's in the top shelf, Billy wouldn't reach out and give it to you, no, Billy would lift you up by the back of your legs and and hold you tightly and set you quickly down onto his shoulder so you could also take you time a bit to grab it.

"here you go baby." he told you quietly as soon as you got what you wanted and kissed the side of your hip briefly with a smile while he was looking up at you before he put you down again.

nsfw:

"don't fight it baby, don't fight it." Billy whispered into your ear while he thrusted his dick over and over again into your pussy from the back while his hands were slowly making their way down your back, just softly running his fingertips over it.

BILLY LOVES MENTIONING IT DURING SEX, HE LOVES IT SO BAD-

He would look at your back while he's fucking you roughly in the infamous Doggy position.

"So beautiful, so small and pretty." he muttered with heart kinda eyes, absolutely obsessed over your body.

When you two are in missionary, he hold your face in his hands EVERYTIME, gently caressing it with his thumbs before he put his forehead onto yours.

"such a pretty lil' pussy for my big cock to use."

"look down baby, look how visible I can see my cock through your tummy."

You were a bit scared when you first noticed how big he actually was-

"B-billy, I don't think it will fit." you mumbled quitely as you looked down at his size and than up at him.

"Then I'll make it fit, don't worry." he stated quietly before he intertwined your hands with his and slowly entered you.

You whined loudly but billy interrupted you,

"See? It fits. Must be stretching you out so good, doesn't it?" he nodded along while he carressed your hands.

[sobleedstherose]

neon lights pt. 4 | b.h & reader

18 + minors dni | prev. chap

contents: adult themes, smut, exotic dancing, this is kind of self indulgent with billys armpits I’m not sorry

You’re paranoid. You know that. It would be impossible for your coworkers to know that you’ve been hooking up with the cute bartender for a couple weeks now but you still feel like you’ll get caught with lingering glances and laughing too hard at his jokes. What’s not fair is that Billy can flirt with you as hard as he wants and cheer from behind the bar when you’re on stage because it’s not suspicious when he does it. In fact, he does that with most of the dancers. Perhaps it would be more suspicious if he didn’t do that.

Funny thing is, you don’t even need to hide this but you really don’t want the whole club knowing because then they’ll ask questions. You’d seen it after Billy had hooked up with some of the dancers, a million questions about him and what he was like in the sack or if they were dating him. Sometimes they’d ask you about him, since he lived with you and he was pretty reserved and mysterious. Which he was with you too. You knew his routines and habits but you didn’t know his dreams or aspirations. You didn’t know about his family but you’d assumed it wasn’t a happy one since he didn’t bring them up and they never called to talk to him.

That’s got to be on the to do list: get to know your roommate that you’re only sleeping with. You keep telling yourself you two are only having sex but Billy has slept in your bed every single night since this started. On nights he stays out late at the casino, he still crawls into your bed instead of his and even though he reeks of cigarettes in the worst way, you melt in his arms and fall asleep mid-making out. You haven’t kissed this much since high school. It’s insane. Sometimes you guys don’t even have sex, you just lay sprawled out on your bed or the couch, tongues tied. You’d forgotten how much you loved kissing and Billy’s the absolute best at it. You’re actually a little self conscious, worried that you suck at it even when he tells you that you’re the best kisser in the world. It’s an intimate interaction you’d taken for granted. You've never felt more desired in your life.

“Earth to Cherry,” your co-worker, Delancy says as she sits next to you. “What or sorry, who are you thinking about? Lost in your own little world over there.”

“Sorry,” you reply sheepishly, “I was just zoning out, no thoughts up here.”

You jokingly knock on your temple, standing up and disrobing. Your set is after hers which means you’re up. She slaps your ass as you walk past and you turn to blow her a kiss.

“I’m gonna need the warmest welcome for our next lady,” the emcee announces, “You know her, you love her, you want her… Cherry!”

You strut out on the stage, flipping your hair behind your shoulder and smiling to the familiar and new faces lining the stage. You desperately want to look at the loud cheers coming from behind the bar, knowing you’ll see Billy with a wide, happy smile. The urge to make money helps you make eye contact with the dollar bills flying towards you as you wrap a leg around the pole.

“Ow!” Billy’s excited voice cheers for you and you can’t help it, locking your eyes with his.

You arch your back, dropping your eyes to tonight’s bachelor and delivering him a wink. He’s a shy guy, his friends slapping him on the back. You like those ones, they’re always so respectful and they never lay a hand on you during lap dances but their friends make sure they tip you heavily. You find yourself wondering what Billy would be like as a patron, it’s a dangerous thought as it makes your moves on the pole a lot more sexually charged. You crawl across the floor, seeing Ulysses S. Grants face and you try to remember a time when you’d seen a $50 while on stage. You snatch it from the fingers and tuck it into your g-string, then you see the generous face looking back at you. Chip grins up at you and from years of practice, you do not falter but instead, you give him more of a show, pulling at the string of your top to release your breasts. This is a topless club after all. The sea of men cheer as you stand back to your feet and toss your top to the back of the stage before making your way along the front, sliding bills wherever you can fit them.

Billy’s in awe, always is when he sees you but when you’re on stage, it’s like a whole different personality comes out. He totally understands why you have such a loyal fan base, regulars he only sees on nights you’re working. He can see in your eyes how much you enjoy this and it’s not anything he sees from the other dancers. He’s happy to see you happy, even if it’s the money the men hand you that gives you that look in your eye. All he wants to do is lift you up and Billy’s never felt that for another person in his entire life, except for his mother.

Becky rocks her hip against Billy’s, “You two finally did it.”

“Huh?” Billy tries a hand at acting, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He grabs the bottle of house tequila and pours three shots for the gentlemen at the bar.

“I can see it in your eyes, dude,” Becky laughs and Billy waves a hand at her dismissively.

“It’s called pining. I want what I can’t have,” he motions at the men at the bar, who are all turned towards the stage, “We all want what we can’t have.”

Becky snorts, “They look at her like she’s the last slice of pizza and they’re all starving. You,” she pokes his chest, “Look at her like she’s the goddamn embodiment of heaven.”

“She is,” he mumbles, setting the bottle down and sliding the shots across bar, “Six dollars, gentlemen, cash only.”

Without looking, the guy who ordered shoves Billy a $10. He makes the change and throws the rest in his bucket. Becky walks over and smirks up at him, “You can’t get shit passed me, Hargrove.”

He rolls his eyes but they fall back on you, watching as you gather up your money while the music fades. He knows you’ll be out on the floor and he grabs two shot glasses, preparing them on the bar-top.

“The liar works tonight,” Chip grins as he sits at the stool directly in front of Billy.

“Sorry, I’m new,” Billy lies with a shit-eating grin.

“What’s she drink?” he asks, pulling his wallet from his pocket.

“Top shelf gin,” Billy admits, grabbing the coup to prepare your favorite drink. He grabs the shot glasses but stops himself, figuring he deserves two shots after this interaction is done.

Chip slides a twenty dollar bill over, “I’ll have a shot of Jack.”

Billy’s eyes catch yours as you make your way to the bar, noting your outfit change. The white top and bottoms with cherries bedazzled on them make his dick ache in his jeans. The first time he saw you in it, he took his fifteen and jerked off in the bathroom.

“Hey, darling,” he smirks at you, “I’d say you made rent the first fifteen seconds you were up there. Looks like I can go ahead and take my half to the casino.”

Billy never, ever mentions the fact that you two live together in front of customers but he fucking hates this Chip guy and wants to make him mad.

“Only if you can double it, lucky boy,” you sing as you rest your arms on the bar, then you notice Chip and Billy rolls his eyes as your demeanor changes. He knows this is why you resisted your attraction to him but he doesn’t care, he can deal with most of the assholes who want to get in your pants but this guy just makes his skin crawl.

“Oh and hello to you,” you smile at him, “I owe you a private dance for how nice you’re treating me.”

“As long as it doesn’t go to this bozo’s rent,” Chip motions his thumb behind him and when you look up, Billy’s mocking him with his hands. You can’t help but giggle, even though you worry Billy’s jealous. That’s why you’ve set restrictions for yourself in the first place.

“God, no, come rain or shine, he’s got to pay his fair share,” you say before giving Billy a pointed look.

“He’s not your boyfriend, is he?” Chip asks.

“In my dreams,” Billy groans, but locks his eyes on yours to let you know he’s serious but he also doesn’t want to make your job any harder, “But hey, I wish I was every one of these girls boyfriends.”

“This one’s the prettiest,” Chip declares, pointing at you.

“You’re so sweet,” you tell him, twirling your hair in between your fingers.

Chip turns and grabs the drink he’s ordered for you, though he has no idea what it is, “I was told this is your favorite.”

You take it graciously and try to ignore Billy pounding two shots one after the other behind Chip. As the two of you walk towards the private rooms, Billy reassures himself by setting a goal tonight to make you scream his name as soon as he gets you home. Chip can hand you all the money he wants, he’ll never get you anywhere near an orgasm and Billy knows that.

“You gotta cool it,” Becky scolds him.

“Huh?”

“That one was obvious,” she says, “Didi even catches wind of you two hooking up and you’re out on your ass. That’s her number one money maker.”

Billy knows it, reaching for his pack of Marlboros, “We’re not hooking up, Becky. God damn. Just keep rubbing it in my fucking face.”

She shakes her head, but turns to look at him as she walks back to her side of the bar like she believes him for a second.

He feels his stomach churn, thinking about you in that private room with that arrogant douchebag. He’s never really cared about it before but this guy thinks he has a chance and Billy worries he does. He knows it’s ridiculous but the only time Billy’s handed you a wad of cash it’s with sorrowful eyes and an apology because it’s always about a week too late. He wonders what this Chip fella does for a living that makes it so easy to throw so much money at you. The history of you having gone to school with the guy also makes him worried because truth be told, Billy doesn’t really know you. Conversations always tend to be about mundane things or how attractive the other is. You’ve both built this wall up and haven’t began taking it down. Billy’s not sure if either of you really will. It’s comfortable to go home and talk about each others day. Who would want to ruin that with trauma?

Billy takes a long drag off his cigarette as you exit the private room and say goodbye to Chip. At least the guy knows when to leave. You walk back over to the bar and smile wide at Billy, “He just paid our rent.”

“Your rent,” he says, pouring a couple of shots for the two of you.

You shake your head, “No, the boyfriend thing did something for him. You helped work for this money.”

Billy chuckles, “What did he say in there?”

You sit down on a stool and cheers Billy, downing the celebratory shot as you think back to the private room. Chip was weird. You didn’t touch him when you could help it but he was talking at you like you were, like he was about to blow a load in his pants.

“Lots of things but I think he was thinking more about you than he was me,” you reply happily.

Billy gives you a bewildered look, “In what way?”

“He kept asking if you were my boyfriend and I said you were whatever he wanted you to be, so he took that as a yes and started saying stuff about how much it turned him on to know you were right out here but he was in the room with me,” you shrug.

Billy nods, “So in his fantasy world, I’m being cuckholded. Interesting.”

He thinks it’s funny because truth be told, he actually gets to touch you and doesn’t have to pay to see your tits. You giggle, grabbing a hold of Billy’s wrist to look at his watch. You’ve only got an hour left of your shift.

“What’re we doing after work?” you ask, glancing around to make sure Didi or any coworkers weren’t in ear shot.

You know you should be out making more money, not spending time with Billy but hey, the few hundred dollars tucked into your top was more than you’d expected for a 5 minute private dance. He also looked particularly cute today, tying his hair up with one of your hair ties after a few hours behind the bar. He’d told you he hadn’t had a haircut in at least a year and you’d said you would cut it for him but you haven’t offered since and you’re starting to really like how long it is.

“No clue but looks like you’re paying,” he teases.

You mull over the options in your head, “I’m sure we’ll figure it out by the end of the night.”

Turning your head, you see Didi entering from the dressing room and that’s your cue to actually do your job again. You hop off the stool and make your rounds around, waiting until someone catches your attention. Didi walks up to the bar, asks Billy to make her a drink with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Yes, ma’am,” he sings, reaching back for the bottle of gin.

“Busy night,” she says, glancing around the club, “You doing well in tips?”

“Oh yeah, plus the roomie just earned our rent in like five minutes so I’m not stressing anymore,” he explains, backtracking from his conversation he had with her a week ago about how badly he needed money. He had told her as a way to ask for more shifts but Didi had taken it differently, thinking that he was asking her for money and she’d come on pretty strong that night. He got out of it with his charm but Billy was still feeling super uncomfortable around her since.

“That girl really knows how to make money,” Didi shakes her head. You were the best dancer here, you never got too drunk, you never showed up with baggage and you really knew how to wring men of every penny that had.

Billy nods, handing the gin and soda to Didi, “Maybe her skills will rub off on me.”

He makes a face, realizing that might sound sexual even though he didn’t mean it that way. Didi laughs and drops her hand on top of Billy’s.

“Oh, I’m sure you have it in you, just gotta put your mind to it.”

Billy grins awkwardly, wanting to pull his hand away but he didn’t want to offend her because he needed this job. Luckily, a group of drunk guys stumble their way up to the bar and Billy can excuse himself to over serve them.

-

“I’m tired,” you complain as you watch Billy wash the last bit of dishes. You’d changed into your sweatpants and hoodie and all you want to do is wash your makeup off. The last hour dragged on and you had forgotten that even if your shift ends, Billy has to stay behind to clean the bar. You like watching him move tough, the curls that had fallen from his ponytail bounce around his face and neck and his face looks so concentrated. It’s probably because he’s a bit tipsy but it’s adorable.

“So we just going home then, sweet thing?” he asks as he stands up, puts his hands on his hips as he tries to think about what he’s got to do next.

“Will you make me ramen when we get home?” you pout up at him with your big doe eyes.

Billy can’t resist, he grabs a hold of your face and leans over the bar to kiss you. You melt into it before you remember Didi is lurking around here somewhere, so you pull away.

“That a yes?” you ask, biting your lip.

The blonde just shakes his head, turning around to continue his nightly duties.

When you get home, he does start boiling a pot of water and you disappear into the bathroom to wash your makeup off. You tie your hair up into a bun and smear moisturizer on your face, figuring by the time you finish up your ramen will be ready. Billy does it perfect too, every time no matter how shitfaced he is. He usually cuts up some green onions and occasionally fries up an egg for it. You smell that he’s doing so now as soon as you open the bathroom door. Everything about it is so domestic, you think when you walk into the kitchen and see him cooking for you, lit cigarette perched between his lips but he’s careful to lean over and ash in the ashtray. You’re not sure this is even a friends with benefit’s situation, whenever you look at him you’re enamored.

You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek against his back, unable to really control your hands as they snake under his shirt to grab his hips. His skin is always hot to the touch, makes your fingers tingle. Billy leans back against you, guiding your feet back to he can strain some of the water from the noodles as you cling onto him. He’s sweaty from work but you’ve always been excited by his musk, you find yourself shoving your face in his armpit whenever you can. Billy thinks it’s a bit strange but he’s flattered more than anything, especially when you mutter something about pheromones when he teases you about it.

“Alright,” he peels your hands off his hips and you let out a whine of protest. “Ramen time.”

He carries the bowls over to the coffee table while you reach into the fridge to grab you each a can of soda. You sit cross crossed beside him, cracking open the soda and taking a big gulp, the carbonation settles your stomach. Billy leans forward to grab your bowl and hand it to you, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on before he starts digging into his own.

You mix up the noodles, humming happily before slurping a forkful into your mouth. You two sit in silence as you eat and once you’ve disposed of your empty bowls on the coffee table, you curl up with Billy, shoving your hand up his shirt to lay your palm against his bare chest. He lays his hand on your ass and kisses your forehead. You don’t care how this blurs the lines, it just feels so right. You close your eyes, unable to keep them open from how comfortable you are on his chest and slowly drift to sleep.

You wake up when Billy’s lifting you off the couch, bridal style. The house is dark now and you don’t know how long he let you sleep on the couch. He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter after flicking the light on. You see he’s changed into a pair of grey sweats that hang low on his hips. You let your eyes rake over his chest, smiling up at him dreamily. When he reaches up to open the medicine cabinet, you lean forward and smush your face into his exposed armpit.

“You weirdo,” he chuckles, pulling away once he’s grabbed your toothbrush.

“Smells good,” you mumble, sleepily.

He shakes his head, smiling as he wets your toothbrush and squeezes some toothpaste on it before handing it to you.

“Brush,” he instructs.

You obey, sticking the toothbrush in your mouth while you look up at him.

“I’m not weird,” you say around your toothbrush and Billy leans back against the wall, raising an eyebrow at you.

He mimics you, speaking gibberish to tease you. You giggle, hopping off the counter to spit into the sink and rinsing out your mouth.

“I said I’m not weird,” you clarify, locking your fingers as you trail back to your room.

Billy turns your light on, closing the door behind him and goes to turn the fan on, “I’ve never had anyone smell my armpit.”

Grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt to pull it over your head, you get stuck and struggle a bit before you feel Billy’s hands helping get it off of you. He drops it to the floor and places his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“Okay, they were all missing out,” you shrug, resting your cheek on his pec.

Billy laughs softly, walking you over to the bed and laying you down on it. He walks over to turn the light out and crawls down into the bed with you. You melt as you pulls you into his arms starts pressing kisses against your throat. You lean your head back and moan softly, tangling your legs with his.

“Well, thank you,” he mumbles, “It’s very flattering that you like my BO, even if it’s kinda weird.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m sure you have your weird kinks you’re hiding.”

Billy laughs, “Oh, it’s a kink now?”

You slap his chest, “No, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

He nods, chuckling softly still, “I’m just fucking with you, baby.”

The pet name makes you purr, the way it falls out of his lips makes your thighs tingle. He places his hand on your cheek and turns your head up to his, pressing his lips against yours. It starts lazily, sporadic kisses between just resting your lips against the others. Billy drags his fingernails up and down the small of your back, you shiver under his touch, a chill running up your spine. You feel him smile and you return it, grabbing a hold of his jaw. He bites your bottom lip, teeth gently knocking into yours for a second but he’s quick to smooth his tongue along your lower lip. You dart yours out to meet his, your toes curling as the kiss becomes more charged. Billy’s grabbing at your skin, pushing you impossibly closer to him while licking into your mouth. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling like a teenager again. You always do whenever you two kiss like this. The build up of it all so utterly arousing, like Billy’s shy at first and then he suddenly can’t get enough of you. And he’ll kiss you like this for hours, until you’re both a panting mess and he has to get out of bed to fetch you some water.

Sometimes it ends with sex, other times hand stuff or occasionally just sleep. You never know which but you’re anticipating his next move always. Right now with the way he’s pulling and scratching at your hips, you know it won’t end in sleep even though you’re on the verge of it. Billy’s good at waking you up, though. He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it before mumbling into your mouth, “You’re so sexy. Want you out of these sweats.”

“Then take them off,” you reply hastily, tugging on his curls when his lips find your throat again. Billy pushes you onto your back and hovers above you, licking where your shoulder meets your neck as his fingertips hook into your sweatpants to pull them off of you. It’s so much hotter when he undresses you. He notices you’re not wearing underwear and he groans softly, pushing your thighs apart so he can get his fingers on you. He wastes no time, feeling how soaked you are and he wonders if it’s from the kissing or the armpit thing but he’s too embarrassed to ask.

“So fucking wet,” he settles for, inching two digits inside of your acing core.

“Billy,” you pant out, unable to keep your eyes open as he curls his fingers up and drags them across your most sensitive wall.

“Is this all for me?” he asks, his voice hoarse against your skin. You nod frantically, mind cloudy as you focus on the pleasure he brings you.

“Tell me,” he demands harshly and he pauses his movements abruptly as he looks up at you. It’s a little disorienting but most of all, it’s irritating. No matter how stubborn you are, you’re learning that Billy always gets his way. You wonder if the whole thing with Chip is bothering him and that scares you. This isn’t supposed to be an exclusive relationship and you find yourself regretting that you hadn’t set stronger boundaries. No, instead you insinuated that you wanted exclusivity.

Your hands raise to grab onto his biceps and your worries slip away at the touch of his warm skin. Writhing against his fingers, you finally pant out, “It’s all for you, Billy.”

He presses a searing kiss against your lips, continuing his ministrations but faster and harder this time, almost like you’ve won the prize. He mouths against your lips, “That’s right, baby. This pussy is all mine.”

You arch against him when his fingertips graze the spongy spot deep inside you and you gasp out, digging your nails into his arms. Your entire body is on fire and Billy’s barely started. How he’s able to have this effect on you is unbeknown. It’s like he’s magic, or worse.

He pulls back, positioning himself better between your legs. He spreads your thighs wider with his knees, entering a third finger into your gushing center. Pressing his left palm on your pubic bone, he rubs your clit with his thumb in quick, repeating circles. The pressure of his hand on you added with the fingers pumping in and out as quick and as hard as he can is excruciatingly delicious. No man has ever fingered you like this and you begin to wonder where in the fuck he learned this. You don’t have time to think much about it as he’s coaxing your orgasm along. Any minute now, you know you’ll cum harder than you ever have before.

“Look at you,” he coos, “such a desperate little slut.”

If you could see you from his eyes, you’d have to agree. You’re squirming around, your fists grabbing the sheets below you so tight your knuckles are turning white and the noises you’re making are borderline pornographic. Like you’re faking it but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Billy’s just a fucking God with his fingers.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he says it almost condescendingly, “like a good little slut.”

His words are like a spell and it works, your orgasm crashes through you aggressively. You scream his name, legs shaking as you squirt out all over his fingers and arms. And it lasts for what feels like forever. When you think it’s over, it keeps going and you realize Billy hasn’t stopped. He won’t let you come down, pulling a consecutive orgasm from you. You squirt again and finally, your legs snap shut around his arms. You cry out his name like a chant, begging him to stop or continue, you’re not sure.

You have no idea how much time as passed when you’re able to sit up and look at him, seeing the mess you’ve made of the sheets and Billy’s sweats. You’re gasping for air, your lungs burning and you’re entire body feels like it’s vibrating.

“What the fuck?” you pant in disbelief.

Never in your life have you done that before. In fact, you didn’t even know it was possible. You’d heard of other women squirting but you’d never done it. Until Billy. He looks so goddamn cheerful at your reaction. He even laughs, rubbing your thighs soothingly.

“You’re welcome,” he beams.

“Fuck,” you collapse on your back, trying to catch your breath.

“I think we’re gonna have to sleep in my bed,” he mentions, a hint of humor in his voice.

“I don’t think I can stand,” you tease back at him, “You’re gonna have to carry me.”

Billy does, getting off the bed and scooting his arms underneath you to pick you up like he did earlier that night. He carefully walks you to his bedroom, laying you on his bed before going to change into different clothes and you see the erection he’s sporting. You reach your hands out, making grabby gestures.

“No clothes, C’mere.”

Billy chuckles, “I guess that’s fair enough.”

He turns his light off and crawls into his bed beside you. You turn to kiss him, your fingertips circling his cock slowly and you smile into the kiss when he moans softly. You’ve never been insecure about your skills in bed but Billy’s on a whole new level and you ache to impress him. You pull away from his lips and start kissing down his chest and stomach. You lick a broad stripe against his abs, tightening your grip on the base of him. He exhales, fingers tangling into your hair as you descend lower. You let go of him and his cock rests up against his stomach, your hands meet his hips and you lick from his balls to his tip. Billy lets out a guttural groan so you do it a few more times before wrapping your lips around his tip. Humming around him, you inch him further and further until you can’t anymore. You feel his pubes tickle your nose, his hands pulling roughly at your hair. You swallow around him before you ease up, your hand moving to stroke where your mouth leaves. You gather the remaining saliva in your mouth and drool it over his tip, using your hand to spread it along his length.

Billy’s panting above you, “Ugh, such a good girl…”

His praise feels nice, making you giggle softly before rolling your tongue along the edges of his tip. You stroke him faster, lowering your mouth to his sack so you can swirl your tongue against his balls. Billy groans louder this time, jerking his hips as he fucks into your first. You start to feel a dull burn in your forearm and wrist but you’re determined to give him an equally earth shattering orgasm as he gave you briefly before.

“Fuck,” Billy grits behind clenched teeth, “I’m gonna cum.”

You quickly move to wrap your lips around his tip again, sucking him down hard without relenting your motions with your hand.

Billy whines, “Ah-ah…” and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard in your life. You hum happily and he shoots his load into your mouth, hips lifting of the bed as he does so. You swallow and continue to suck, pulling every last drip from him until he’s pushing your head away.

“Fuck,” he exhales loudly, reaching for your arm so he can pull you back up with him. Your face is close enough so you bury it in his armpit and take a whiff. Billy jumps, pulling you up the bed further.

“Jesus Christ, you fiend, that tickles,” he mutters as he presses his lips to yours.

“You smell so fucking good,” you purr, “I just can’t help myself.”

“After that, you deserve it,” he grins, “now get some sleep.”

[sobleedstherose]

Bully - Part 3 of 3

warnings: 18+ minors dni, this is practically all smut, inexperienced reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, losing virginity, p in v, unprotected sex, controlling parents, I think that’s it.

taglist: @bbyhargrove @whore-of-the-pumpkin-patch @shamidreamer @180-fuck-me @rosey96 @hargrovesswifee @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @amberpanda99

Fussing over yourself in the mirror, you worry that your dress looks like a nightgown. It’s a white satin, tight in the chest but once it meets your waist it flows down mid thigh. You believe your mother was under the impression it is a nightgown and that’s why it was an approved purchase. However, out of all your clothes, you really like how this looks on your body the most. You pair it with knee high socks and a pink cardigan. You’d just finished your make up and hair, matching your eyeshadow to the cardigan and putting on an obscene amount of lip gloss.

You worry you’re jumping into the deep end before getting your toes wet. You’ve never held hands or kissed a boy yet here you are, determined to lose your virginity to Billy Hargrove. Partly, to get it over with but mostly, because he made your entire body ignite whenever you thought about him. You glance over at the clock, it’s nearing eight and you think you hear Billy’s Camaro in the distance so you put your shoes on and grab your purse, hooking it around your shoulder. You double check your bed, standing at a few different angles to make sure the clothes and stuffed animals shoved under the duvet resemble your sleeping body. Then, you turn the lamp off and carefully crawl out of your window. It’s awkward to do and you’re naturally clumsy but you manage to land on the ground without making too much noise. You slowly pull the window back down and duck under it, staying still as you perk your ears up, trying to hear if you’ve already been caught.

After you’re sure your parents haven’t roused from their room, you slowly creep your way along the back of the house and hop over the waist high fence. Once you hit the sidewalk, you see the blue Camaro parked six houses down with the headlights off. Your inclination is to run but you don’t want to seem too eager, so you walk slowly. You pull open the door and ease into the passenger seat, turning to see Billy dressed in a dark green button up, his chest exposed and you notice his gold necklace on display as always. You wonder if he ever takes it off.

“Hi,” you greet him shyly, pushing your hair behind your ear and Billy leans over to hook a finger into the top of your knee high sock.

Biting his lip, he drawls out, “You look sexy.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look down bashfully, twirling your hair in between your fingers. Billy tugs on your sock and smirks up at you. Panic starts to rise up your chest, worried that your mother is going to come running down the street.

“Can we go?” you ask, glancing back to your house.

Billy chuckles, “I forgot I’m sneaking you out.”

He turns the car on, shifting into gear and whipping it around. Billy speeds, you look over and see he’s pushing 50 and the speed limit on your street is 20. You yelp, reaching over to grasp at his bicep and squeeze your eyes shut. Billy lets out his signature laugh and presses his foot on the acceleration further, definitely getting up to 65. When he finally slows down to turn, you let out the breath you were holding in heavy pants. Billy feels his dick twitch from the way you sound, he moves his hand from the gear shift to your thigh and squeezes and a high pitched sound leaves your throat. You’ve never heard anything like it come from you. The feeling you get is overwhelming, not having been touched that way before. It’s like you have to pee really bad but it’s different, somehow.

“You’re gonna be loud,” Billy exhales, shifting in his seat.

“What?” you question, squeezing your thighs tightly together.

He doesn’t clarify, he just laughs again. You look out the window, looking at him is just making that peeing feeling worse and worse. When you recognize the businesses lining the streets, it’s clear where Billy is taking you. Your heart swells when you realize he’s actually taking you on a date.

“Are we going to the movies?”

Billy shrugs, “Maybe.”

But you are, he parks on the street and hurries to open the door for you. He takes your hand and closes the door behind you. You see a couple kids you recognize from school loitering outside and you assume Billy is going to drop your hand. He does, only to wrap his arm around your shoulder as he walks with you. He nods to the kids but you avert your eyes, feeling shameful in the outfit you’ve chosen yet feeling special that Billy has chosen you.

“Two for the Jason movie,” he says to Robin Buckley, one of the few people at school who actually treated you like a human being.

She looks wide-eyed at you with Billy’s arm wrapped around you but cheerily says, “Two tickets for Friday The 13th Part 2. Seven dollars and ten cents, please.”

Billy drops his arm to reach for his wallet, trading Robin the money for the tickets. Once you get inside, his arms around your waist and he leans into ask, “You want some popcorn or something?”

The thought of eating in front of Billy makes your stomach churn so you shake your head, “I’m okay.”

He guides you towards concessions anyhow, “We can share a soda, at least.”

You giggle, walking up to the counter and he points to the selection, “Which one?”

“Cherry coke,” you answer meekly.

“One large Cherry coke,” he tells the employee as he pulls his wallet out again, handing him a bill.

When the guy slides the cup across the counter, Billy hands it to you and as you walk towards the theatre, he rests his hand on your ass and you cannot help but let out a soft sound. Billy laughs lowly in your ear and you worry he might have to carry you the rest of the way. Shockingly, the theatre is empty and the trailers have already started. Billy still chooses seats that are tucked in a corner, figuring it’ll fill out soon. He has you sat next to the wall and you look at him curiously, these definitely aren’t the best seats. You know your neck will hurt from this angle but Billy doesn’t plan on you two watching the movie anyways.

He wraps his arm around the seat, letting his hand fall onto your shoulder and leans close to you.

“Do you like scary movies?” he asks, voice low but his mouth is so close to your ear.

Your mother hasn’t let you watch any, so you don’t know. You feel embarrassed to admit it but you do.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen one,” you whisper, watching as Billy’s face erupts in shock.

“So do your parents just keep you in a basement when you’re not at school?” he questions and his tone is playful but it’s not far from the truth.

You blush, smiling as you tell him, “They’re very protective.”

At home, your mother lets you watch an hour of TV a day but she has to watch it with you and pick what you watch so most days, you chose to read alone in your room. When you do get to see new movies, it’s only movies made for kids.

“Clearly,” he scoffs, “If you get scared, I’m right here. I’ll distract you.”

The promise makes your heart flutter and your stomach warm. You’d snuck a Steven King novel once and you thought you handled it well, so you hoped you would be fine during the movie. He reaches his left hand over and grabs yours, lacing your fingers. Billy tilts his head to look at you and the feeling between your legs returns. The movie opens and Billy looks around to see the theatre is still empty. He smiles, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. He leans over to kiss you and he expects you to follow his lead but instead you let out a shaky breath and keep your eyes glued to the screen.

“Have you ever kissed someone before?” he asks, but he figures he knows the answer.

Embarrassment flooding your senses, you shake your head, “I’ve never even held hands with a boy until right now.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

Panic, now, you turn to look at him, “I don’t know how.”

Billy chuckles, bringing his hand up to caress your jaw, “It’s natural, you’ll get the hang of it quickly. It’s what we’re meant to do.”

“You and I?”

“Men and women,” he mumbles, “It feels really good. You wanna try it?”

“Okay,” you whisper, wanting it more than anything even though you’re equally as terrified.

Billy starts out slow, turns his whole body as he pulls you closer. You see as his tilts his head and you figure, that’s what you’re supposed to do so you do the same. He chuckles and shakes his head, making you second guess this whole kissing thing. You’re horrible at it and you haven’t even done it yet.

“This way,” he tilts your head in the opposite direction he’s tilted his.

“Just like this,” he mumbles before he leans closer as he pulls you towards him. He gently presses his lips to yours, moving them slightly and then pulling back. Your fingers dart up to ghost along where his warm, soft lips touched yours.

“Can we do it again?” you ask, eagerly.

Billy chuckles again and at first, you didn’t like it but the more he does it the more it makes you feel good. At least he’s having fun.

He leans in again, colliding your lips harder than the first time. Billy scolds himself in his head, he knows he needs to take this slow but he wants to shove his tongue into your mouth so desperately, wants to completely ravish you right here, right now. The sound you emit only fuels his desire, he wants to feel you all over.

You two keep kissing like that, Billy is careful not to slip you his tongue yet. It’s a line of soft pecks, your hands grip his shirt tighter and tighter each kiss. You feel dizzy already but Billy seems antsy and you know there’s more to kissing than just this, you’ve seen a fair share of couples in the school hallways with their tongues down each others throats.

Pulling back, you tell him, “You can do more.”

He nods, grabbing onto your cheeks and pulling you to his lips again. He slowly licks against your bottom lip, expecting you to part your lips but you’re frozen, the sensation of his tongue against you incredibly overwhelming.

You feel as he smiles, “Open your mouth.”

Dropping your jaw open, Billy laughs softly and knocks his nose against yours, “Not that much.”

You’re sure your cheeks are bright red, but Billy’s a good teacher. You can tell he doesn’t want to stop even though you have no clue what you’re doing. You lessen the distance between your lips and Billy’s hand on your jaw guides it just right. He’s ecstatic, he’s never had to teach someone how to kiss and he’s floored by how arousing it is. He licks into your mouth and can’t help but squeeze your jaw when you moan softly. This is the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced, you feel as if your core is on fire and the wetness seeping from you is brand new. He was right, this feels so good. You want to feel his tongue all over your body. Squirming a tiny bit, you know that you also need to do something with your tongue so you hesitantly rub it against his and you feel his lips curls up. You’re flushed with confidence while Billy’s a bit concerned, he’s never been this turned on in his life and he fears he’s going to cum in his jeans just from kissing you. He continues though, licking into your mouth but retreating every so often to kiss your lips. After a good minute, he pulls away and you’re both panting.

“How’d you like it?” he’s desperate to know, eyes scanning over your flushed face.

“More,” you whisper, grabbing onto his shirt. Your stomach is in coils, you feel like you’re about to burst and the feeling is frustrating. You wonder when you’ll get some type of relief, that part has to come soon otherwise you’re not sure why people do this in the first place.

“Anything you want, baby,” he growls, pulling you to him for another kiss.

Billy cannot hold back anymore, though. He knows he’s being sloppy but you’ve got nothing to compare it to and that gets him going. You keep letting out these sounds, they’re driving him mad. Once he finally pulls away, you’re shaking.

“I feel weird,” you admit, squirming in your seat.

“Like you’re gonna explode?” he offers and you nod vigorously, he explained it perfectly and you’re relieved he knows what you’re talking about and that maybe he’s feeling the same way.

“There’s a way to help that,” he explains, “But I don’t know if you’re ready.”

“Please,” you beg, anxious to subside this ache.

Billy bites his lip, “I can touch you. Between your legs.”

You giggle, excitement bubbling up. Your mom had told you that only boys get pleasure from this kind of stuff but now you know she’s lying. All you want is for Billy to keep making you feel good.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” you murmur, already spreading your thighs.

Billy doesn’t hesitate, he smoothes his hand over your thigh and then squeezes it and you moan out. He panics a bit, “Think you can be quiet?”

“I’ll try, I’m sorry,” you apologize, ashamed.

“Don’t be sorry,” he grins, “It’s really fucking sexy, but we’ll get caught.”

You nod, urging yourself to be as silent as possible but once his fingers press against your clothed core, you let out another moan. He bites his lip, pulling his hand away.

“I know what we can do,” he whispers, standing up and reaching for your hand.

You follow his lead and once you make it to the hallway, he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Keep walking, need you to be in front of me,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear.

It’s an odd request, but as you’re walking, you can feel his erection pressing against your butt and you understand. You don’t know where to walk though so once you’re in the lobby, you stand still and Billy laughs softly.

“My car,” he sings into your ear, springing your feet back into action. He moves away from you only to rush to the drivers side and get in. You do the same, sitting back on the seat and looking at him. You’re worried you’d ruined the date but Billy seems happier than usual. He starts the car up and throws it into drive, flooring down the road. He keeps looking over at you, similarly to how he would at school but there’s something a little more urgent in his eyes.

“Where are we going?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Billy smirks, “Somewhere you won’t have to try to be quiet.”

You don’t expect that to mean a stretch of road outside of town, lined with forest. However, you’d let Billy take you anywhere if he’s going to touch you like he did in the empty theatre. After he parks, he crawls into the backseat and looks at you expectantly. You turn to face him but remain seated in the passenger side.

“C’mere,” he purrs, patting the leather seat next to him.

With a curt nod, you awkwardly maneuver over the center console and plop down next to him in the back. He looks you in your eyes, placing his hand on your cheek and leans in to kiss you again. Billy doesn’t go slow this time, he erection still straining in his jeans while he slides his tongue past your lips. You feel like your body is vibrating, made worse when he moves his hand down between your thighs and pushes them apart.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he inquires, dragging his fingers up and down your soaked panties.

You gasp, gripping onto his shoulder in attempts to ground yourself. The question he asks completely misses you as all you can focus on is the firm pressure of his fingers. He nudges his nose against yours, finding a spot that makes your body jolt when he rubs against it.

“Have you?” he asks again, pulling back to look at your face.

Your mouth feels so dry suddenly but you try to answer him anyhow, “Not really. Sometimes I touch down there but it doesn’t feel like this.”

He grins, he almost looks wolffish as he shows his teeth. He still looks very pretty, though. You really like the curl of his eyelashes.

“Why don’t we get your underwear off?” he suggests, hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“Uh,” you panic, looking up into his blue eyes.

“It’ll feel even better,” he promises, waiting for you to say yes.

His smile helps your decision, “Okay!”

“Atta girl,” he praises with a kiss to your lips as he pulls your panties down your thighs and knees. You help him by kicking them the rest of the way off, eyes trained on his. He licks his lips as he gets a view of your pretty pussy, returning his fingers to slide through the dripping folds.

He was right, you can’t help the sounds flowing out of your lips. You keep your hand on his shoulder, like you’ll float away if you don’t. Billy nudges his nose against yours, smiling at you when you look at him.

“How’s this?” he drawls, his voice thick as it meets your ears.

You’re in heaven, you think. Your mom had been wrong all along, if this is what boys wanted then you’ve been missing out for so long. There’s nothing selfish about Billy’s hands, it’s very clear that this is all for you and you only. You feel like you’re a fragile piece of glass and only Billy know’s how to handle you.

“Nice, it’s nice,” you pant out, moving your fingers up to grab at Billy’s hair when he circles his finger along your entrance. A strangled moan erupts from your throat as he slides the finger inside you, the sound embarrasses you but Billy seemed to enjoy it, his mouth forming into an open, impressed smile. He moves his thumb to your clit, moving it in rapid circles and your vision begins to blur as you melt back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut as the pressure building in your stomach starts to rise.

“A-ah, Billy, I,” you try to tell him how overwhelming the feeling is but you figure this is supposed to happen, you’re supposed to feel like you’re going to combust.

Billy manages to slip a second finger into your tight hole, his free hand moving up under your dress to squeeze your breast. When he curls his fingers, a cry leaves your lips as you shake beneath him, your entire body feeling on fire as your orgasm rips through you. You chant his name out, your legs snapping shut and trapping his hand between them. Billy laughs softly, moving his hand from your breast to cup your jaw and pulls you into another heated kiss. You feel ridiculous, unable to keep yourself from whimpering as the aftershocks of your orgasm rip through you. Billy smiles into the kiss before breaking away, pulling his hand away from your core and then brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. It heats you up all over again, you smile shyly at him.

“How’d you like that?” he asks, pulling your underwear back up your legs.

“Hmm,” you feel like you’ve lost your voice, so you clear your throat before answering, “I liked it a lot.”

“Good,” he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear and you wonder what comes next, how Billy’s going to take your virginity.

“What do we do next?” you ask, looking at the bulge in his denim.

Billy coos, “Aw, baby, you want more already?”

You nod and he smirks, “Nothing tonight. We gotta take it kind of slow, I don’t wanna break you.”

“Break me?” you ask softly, holding onto his wrists because you fear you might start crying if he goes anywhere.

Billy laughs again and leans in to place another kiss on your lips, this one is sweet though. “Not the right word choice. It might be overwhelming. Let’s just take our time with it,” he says. It’s not something he’s done before then again, Billy’s never been with a virgin and he doesn’t want to fuck things up. He really likes you and while it’s purely sexual, he thinks he might like to actually date you.

-

For weeks, you continue to sneak out to meet Billy. You still haven’t seen or touched him where you want to most but every time, he fingers you and kisses you just like the first night. Sometimes you actually go on dates but mostly, he drives somewhere to hide you both from watchful eyes. Today, however, he’s asked if you’d come to his house to help him study. In the day time.

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to,” you admit, trying your best to think of a way to lie to your mom.

“Just make up an excuse,” Billy suggests, curling your hair around his finger while he looks down at you.

Billy no longer hid his feelings for you from anyone. He still bullied you but it was because you admitted to him you liked it. Granted when you did, he was whispering filthy things in your when he was pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy and you’d say anything to make sure he didn’t stop. You’d replay his words in your head when you were alone at night, trying to make your fingers feel as good as his. You would climax but it was no where as hard as when he did it.

“Like what?” you ask, hoping he could find a good enough one to get past your mom.

Billy grins, “Tell her you’re trying out for something or you joined a club.”

You know those won’t work, your mom was too involved in your school life that she would be suspicious. You shake your head and sigh, “I’m sorry. She’ll say no.”

Billy pouts, “Please.”

He wanted so desperately to get you on his bed, it was fun in the backseat of his Camaro but it was cramped.

It’s hard to say no to him but you can’t imagine a scenario in which your mother would allow you to stay after school. Part of you wants to say screw it and just go with Billy but you know she’ll call the police. You two needed to plan it better.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, your stomach churning as you read the disappointment on his face.

Billy frowns, “How about this weekend? Saturday? Any time from 9-5?”

You giggle, flattered at how eager Billy is to ‘study’ with you. “Saturday. I could say I need to go to the library.”

“I’ll pick you up there,” Billy kisses your cheek before he heads off to class.

The thing is, Billy isn’t anticipating your mom following behind you into the library. He’s parked outside, leaning against the hood of his Camaro smoking a cigarette when your mother parks a few cars down and you shoot him a sympathetic look, a silent apology. His plan is yet again foiled and he’s fuming but he can’t just drive away like you want him to. He waits a beat and heads inside the library, scanning around until he sees you sitting at a table, alone with your books spread out in front of you. He stalks over and plops down in the seat next to you.

“Billy!” you exclaim and then immediately lower your voice, “My mom is here. She wouldn’t let me go alone. You have to leave before she sees you.”

Billy grins, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing, “I had to see you.”

You love the way his fingers digging into your flesh makes your whole body tingle so you melt into it a bit, your breath hitching up into your throat. He leans close to your ear and whispers, “Let’s study.”

Billy’s fingers inch up your thigh, grazing your clothed core. Your eyebrows shoot up as your eyes widen, but Billy notices the way your pupils dilate so he continues stroking you through your pants.

“We can’t,” you mutter, “Not here. We’ll get caught.”

“Only if you can’t keep quiet,” he whispers back, biting his lower lip.

You gasp as he applies more pressure, focusing your eyes on the textbook splayed in front of you. You’re torn, you want Billy to stop but at the same time, it feels amazing and you find yourself getting excited at doing this in public.

“I can’t keep quiet,” you breathe, and Billy knows this is true.

“Who are you?” your mothers harsh voice whispers as she stomps over to the table. Billy’s hand retreats and he grins up at your mother, flashing his pearly whites. You know this is bad, Billy is too pretty and your mom told you good-looking boys are trouble.

“I’m Billy,” he extends his hand to her, “Y/n’s classmate. Nice to meet you.”

Your mother doesn’t take his hand, instead she starts gathering your books and stacking them.

“We’re leaving,” she tells you, her seething voice makes Billy’s smile falter. He was always so good with mothers.

You nod, grabbing your backpack and shoving your books into it. You follow her to the counter to check out her books, not turning to look at Billy as he remains seated at the table.

In the car, she begins ranting at you. It’s nothing new, but her tone is a bit more frightening. You’d never had a boy interested in you before so your mother is more terrified than she’s ever been.

“You are not to talk to that boy,” she instructs you, “They only want one thing and he is no exception, no matter how nice he is to you, he is not different.”

You just nod, looking out the window.

“Do you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you recite, “I don’t talk to him. We just have a class together.”

“Is that the boy you were wearing makeup for?” she asks, not believing you.

“I wasn’t wearing makeup for a boy,” you promise.

-

Billy’s at your locker the following Monday morning, a new plan formulated. He knows it will take some convincing but you won’t have any interruptions and that’s what he wants.

“Ditch class with me,” he pleads, grabbing your wrist as you reach for the dial on your locker.

“I can’t,” you tell him, an incredulous look on your face, “I’ve never skipped class before.”

“Please?” he brings your hand to his mouth and presses kisses against your knuckles, “for me?”

You heave a sigh, loving when he touches you but you’re scared. You know the school will call home tonight if you skip class. Maybe there was a way to intercept it, answer it before your parents do.

“Where are we going?” you ask, uncertainty still etched on your features.

“My house,” he says, smirking down at you, “No one’s home.”

Oh. Billy wants to do this, now. You slowly turn and nod to him, wanting to please him any way you can.

“Okay,” you reply, your cheeks stained red.

He smiles even bigger, taking your hand and tugging you through the halls.

Billy’s bedroom is interesting. It stinks like cigarettes and he’s messier than you thought, clothes strewn about. He has music posters of bands you’re not allowed to listen to and one of a lady in a zebra print bikini. You don’t resemble her in any way and wonder why Billy is interested in you and not a woman like her.

He closes his bedroom door and kisses you, walking you back until your legs hit his bed and you fall back on it. You look up at him, watching as he lowers to his knees before you. He hikes your knee length skirt up and starts kissing, from your knees to your upper thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes trained on yours.

All the stress about ditching school fades away as you look down at him. He looks angelic and you think there’s no way this could be bad. Not with the way he makes you feel like everything will be alright. He grins against your thigh as you let out a high pitched noise, foreign to your ears. You’re not sure why but sometimes when Billy compliments you, you make weird noises.

“Can I show you something?” he asks, lips dragging against the warm skin of your thighs.

“Yes, please,” you reply with a pant. The feeling of his mouth so close to your core makes you feel elated beyond belief.

He unbuttons the side of your skirt, inching it off your legs. He leans back and starts to untie your shoes, pulling them off so your left in your blouse, underwear and socks. Billy’s pulling your panties off soon after, discarding them carefully next to your skirt. He wraps his hand under your thighs and tugs you closer to his mouth, spreading your legs as he does so. His eyes sparkle up at you and then he sticks his tongue out and your hands grip the bedspread in anticipation. When his tongue meets your aching heat, you fall onto your back and moan out. This feeling is extraordinary and you are immensely thankful Billy wanted to show you this. He moves his hand from your thigh to grab your hand and guide it to his head. At first, you just keep your hand awkwardly on his head but when he sucks your clit into his mouth, you grab at his curls and whimper.

This is ten million times better than his fingers and you can feel the familiar pressure building quicker than ever before. Your other hand knots into his hair while Billy drags his tongue through your folds and initially you’re upset he’s moved away from your clit but then his tongue starts probing your entrance and you let out another loud moan.

“Oh, Billy!”

He moans against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout you. You prop your elbow up so you can look down at him, your eyes meeting as he starts lapping at your clit. You come quick, as soon as Billy moves to slide two fingers inside you easily. You shake around them, crying out his name repeatedly while your orgasm rips through you relentlessly. But Billy doesn’t pull away, he keeps curling his fingers and licking against your clit until you’re pushing his face away.

“Billy, Billy,” you pant out, “S’too much. I can’t…”

He chuckles, pressing kisses against your thigh as he sits back.

“You taste so good,” he praises, wrapping his hands around your calves.

“Feels so good,” you reply, breathlessly.

He stands up, grabbing a hold of your face and kissing you deeply. You can taste and smell your slick, it’s all over his mouth and chin. It’s not unpleasant but you wouldn’t say it tastes good. He pulls away and smiles at you, his eyes are darker than usual and you lean forward to kiss him again.

“You want to touch me, now?” he asks and you nod enthusiastically.

You still hadn’t seen or touched Billy’s cock but you’ve desperately wanted to. You want to learn how to make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

“Yeah?” he bites his lip and pushes your messy hair off your forehead.

“Yes, yes!”

He lounges back against his pillows and motions for you to follow. You sit on your knees beside him and wait for him to take his pants off. Billy unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops. He’s going too slow so you reach your hands over and begin unbuttoning his jeans. He hums happily, letting you take the lead. You pulls his jeans down his thighs and he kicks them the rest of the way off, you can see the outline of his length in his white briefs and a small wet spot which intrigues you. You had no idea guys get wet too. You bite your lip nervously as you slide your fingers into the waistband and pull his underwear off. His erection springs out and slaps against his stomach, a gasp leaves your lips as your eyes take him in. You’ve got nothing to compare it to but you like how it looks, you wrap your fingers around it and look up at his face to see his reaction.

Billy let’s out a breath, his lips curling up as he watches your hand. “Tighter,” he instructs you and let’s out a throaty hum as you obey him.

“Yeah, like that,” he whines out, the pitch of his voice something you’ve never heard and you love it. It shoots straight to your core and you feel yourself soaking your thighs.

“Spit in your hand,” he says and you look up at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Feels better wet,” he grunts out and you let go to bring your palm to your mouth. His eyes follow so you avert yours, feeling embarrassed as you gather all the spit in your mouth and push it past your lips into your hand.

“Atta girl,” he praises, his voice low and deep.

You wrap your fingers around his cock again and look back up at him for further instruction. He places his hand on yours and shows you what to do, how to stroke him. He lets out a soft moan and pulls his hand away. You mimic the motions he’s shown you, making sure you’re not holding him too loosely. Your curious how his face looks while you’re doing this but you feel entranced by the view of your tiny hand wrapped around his length. It’s making you squirm where you sit, wanting to feel some relief. Billy seems to notice because he pats his thigh.

“Sit here,” he suggests and you listen, placing your knee on the other side and lowering your aching core flush with his thick thigh.

You continue stroking him, grinding down against his thigh as you do so. Moans tumble out of your mouth as you watch your hand working him.

“Faster, baby,” he encourages and you move your hand a little faster, glancing up to his face. He looks blissful, mouth agape as he watches you jerk him off while you writhe against his thigh. He scrunches his nose and you let out a little giggle because it’s so cute.

He smiles, “What’s so funny?”

“You look cute,” you tell him, accidentally curving your hand on the upstroke and Billy lets out a moan.

“Fuck, keep doing it like that.”

You nod, smiling as you bite your lip and repeating the motion. Your clit drags against his thigh in just the right way and you whimper, your upper body leaning forward.

“Such a good girl,” Billy whispers, hand grabbing onto your thigh, “Are you my good girl?”

You nod frantically, “Yes, I’m your good girl, Billy.”

“So good,” he moans, “gonna make me cum, already.”

Remembering how good Billy’s tongue felt on you, you lean forward and experimentally lick his tip.

He groans loudly, “Yeah, baby, such a quick learner.”

You smile at the praise, proud of yourself for doing so well. Billy’s fingers knot into your hair and he keeps letting out these pretty little whines that make you grind against him harder. Since it worked so well the first time, you keep up your pace with your hand and lick all around the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he sits up, “I’m gonna cum. Lay down.”

You obey, laying on your back and watching as he straddles your waist, pushing your blouse up above your tits while he relentlessly strokes himself with his right hand until he’s spilling all over your hips and bare stomach. Intrigued, you press your hand to it and pull away to see white strings connecting your palm and belly.

“It’s kinda gross,” Billy admits, chuckling softly as he moves off the bed and grabs a t-shirt from his dirty laundry and cleans his cum off your stomach and hand. He presses a chaste kiss against your lips and smiles.

“You did so good for me,” he nudges his nose against yours, “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “I wanna do it again.”

“Soon,” he kisses you again, “Let’s get you back to school for now.”

-

“Do you wanna come over to my house on Sunday?” you ask Billy the following Friday.

He smiles at you, wrapping his hand around your hip and pulls you close to him.

“Your house?” he asks inquisitively, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” you nod, “My parents go to church from 8 until 1. I’ll pretend I’m not feeling well and you can come over.”

“What are we gonna do?” he teases, smirking as your cheeks turns a deep red shade.

You hide your face against his chest as you giggle, grabbing onto his jacket. He pulls you back so he can look at your face, palm flush against your cheek.

“We’re gonna have fun,” you inform him.

“Sounds like a plan, loser,” he smirks before placing a kiss on your lips, lacing your fingers as he walks you to class.

Saturday night, you don’t sleep well because you’re dripping with excitement. So when the next morning rolls around, you look exhausted and your mom notices when she comes to wake you up. You whine and roll over away from her.

“I don’t feel well, mom,” you admit, hiding your face from her so she can’t see the smile you’re unable to hold back. “Can I stay home and sleep in?”

“You want me and Daddy to stay back to take care of you?” she asks, rubbing soothing circles in your back.

“No, I’ll be okay by myself. I don’t want you guys to miss the sermon,” you mumble, rolling onto your back as you will your face to keep your secret.

“Okay, honey,” she says, “We’ll stop on the way back and get you some soup.”

“Okay, momma, thank you.”

When you’re sure you can hear their car leaving the garage, you spring up and run to your closet to change into one of your outfits you keep hidden. You forego wearing bra and panties, pulling your prettiest lace blouse on and a short black skirt. You pull on a pair of thigh high socks so you don’t feel quite as exposed. Next you sit at your vanity and style your hair carefully, smiling proudly when it lays the way you want it to. You put on some light makeup and hide the products back in the drawer, covering them with notebooks. As you admire your work, you hear the familiar purr of Billy’s Camaro barreling down the street. You rush to the foyer and peek out the window to see Billy parking several houses down. He climbs out of the car, looking casual in a t-shirt and jeans. As he walks up the walkway, you open the door and smile excitedly at him.

“Hey, darling,” he greets you, “Don’t you look cute today.”

“Hi, Billy!” you chirp, extending your hand and once he grabs it, you pull him inside and close the door. You don’t want any neighbors seeing and telling your parents. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a tight hug, making you squeal as he lifts you off the ground.

He sets you down and kisses your forehead, “Why don’t you show me your room?”

“Okay,” you gush, leading him down the hallway and into your room. Billy looks around, seeing the gaggle of stuffed animals strewn across the floor. Maybe you should’ve cleaned up before he arrived. He purses his lips as he keeps looking around.

“It’s very pink,” he observes and you flush.

“My mom decorated it,” you admit as you shut your door. “Sit,” you suggest, pointing to your unmade bed.

Billy listens, kicking his boots off before he sits back on your bed. You straddle his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck and collide your lips with his. He makes a surprised noise, arms circling your waist as your tongue grazes against his lips. He parts them, allowing you access as his eyes flutter shut. Billy’s shocked you’re making the moves here but he likes it, it shows him you’re just as eager as he is.

You pull away once you’re too flustered, looking into his eyes as you confess, “I wanna have sex.”

“Oh, you do, huh?” he teases, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, smiling wide.

“Well, I can’t say no to you,” he nudges his nose against yours, lifting you off the bed as he stands. Billy turns back around and lays you on your back, resting your head on your pillows. He positions himself between your legs and flips your skirt up, staring down at your exposed and glistening pussy. He gasps softly, eyes flicking back up to yours.

“You little slut,” he exhales, his fingers pressing to your hole and gathering your slick before dragging it up through your folds. “Soaking wet just for me?”

“Yes,” you pant out, squirming from his touch, “Just for you, Billy.”

He grins up at you, moving his left hand to push your top up to confirm his suspicions that you’re also not wearing a bra. He chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his mouth so he can suck your slick off of them. Then, Billy pulls your shirt up and over your head before dragging your skirt off, just leaving you in your socks. Feeling a little too exposed compared to him, your hands cover your tits. He scoots down and lowers his head between your thighs, his hands pushing them apart. You hold his eye contact as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, you let out a soft moan. Even though you’re the only two in the house, you feel like you need to keep quiet.

Billy focuses in on your clit, his tongue drawing circles against it. You whimper, squeezing your breasts as you watch him work. He nods his head slowly, dragging his tongue through your folds as he does so. His eyes are the prettiest shade of blue, sparkling as they peer up at you. And he’s so good at this, pulling the sweetest sounds from your throat as he works at your pussy with his expert tongue. When he enters you with his fingers, your back arches and your left hand grabs at his hair.

“Billy,” you whimper, “feels so good…”

You watch his lips curl up from between your legs, it urges you to the edge and you know you’re not going to last much longer. His left hand digs into the flesh of your thigh as he pumps his fingers in and out of your, the obscene sound of how you’re practically pouring into his hand fills the room. You can’t keep your voice down, cries of pleasure bubble out of your throat and Billy doubles down on your clit, lapping at it feverishly. He curls his fingers every time he pulls them out, dragging against your wall. He slips a third one in and you climax instantly, thrashing up against his face while your hand in his hair holds him firm. You grind against his face, riding your orgasm out as you cry his name repeatedly.

He pulls away when you relax, quickly ripping his shirt off and throwing it behind him. His fingers fumble as he tries to unzip his pants, his hard on ready to burst out as he wants nothing more than to bury it in your tight, soaking hole. He worries for a second that he hasn’t stretched you out enough but his overwhelming arousal pushes the thoughts away. He gets his pants off finally, briefs peeling away with them. He positions himself, grabbing onto his cock and presses his tip to your entrance.

“It’s gonna hurt a little bit at first, baby,” he warns you, “but I’m gonna help you through it and then it’s gonna feel so fucking good. Are you ready?”

His words are breathless as they leave his shiny, pink lips and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of him.

“I’m ready,” you whine, “Please, fuck me, Billy.”

He groans lowly, dragging the head of his cock through your folds to spread your slick across it. You feel as he presses it back against your entrance and he begins to push it in and he was right. It burns as he slides the tip inside and your body freezes, your legs shaking as they threaten to shut. He moves his left hand under your ass and angles your hips up a bit, pushing an inch deeper.

You whimper, this time in pain instead of pleasure. Billy nods at you, “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm… it just burns,” you admit softly.

It’s taking everything in him to not jerk his hips forward and slam in his cock in your tight pussy. He lets out a shaky breath as he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles. It helps, relaxing you enough to where he can push in another couple inches.

“Billy,” you whine.

“I know, baby,” he coos, “As long as we go slow, you’ll be okay.”

He continues stimulating your clit, pulling out a bit before pushing forward again. Slowly, but surely, he bottoms out inside you and once he does, the burning subsides. He leans down to kiss your jaw, making sure you’re comfortable before he rolls his hips gently. The sound that falls from your lips sounds like one of pleasure.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” you pant, “feel so full…”

You’ve heard that sex could hurt, but you didn’t understand until now. However, it was a bearable pain, it wasn’t excruciating. Billy was doing his absolute best to be gentle with you, peppering your face with kisses as he starts thrusting slowly. The more he does it, the better it feels and you relax under him. He grits his teeth at the feeling of your walls squeezing him, you’re so tight he keeps fighting to gain his composure, not wanting to hurt you but his entire body is telling him to fuck you senseless.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asks through clenched teeth, closing his eyes tightly.

“Uh-uh,” you breath, unable to control your hips as they roll up into him. “Keep going…”

He moans out, his pace quickening at the confirmation. He grabs onto your jaw, turning your face to his while he thrusts into you harder. It pulls a grunt out of you but your eyes tell him it feels good.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your cheeks, “you’re such a good girl for me.”

“I’m a good girl,” you babble without thinking, your voice sounds funny with your mouth squished between his fingers.

“Yeah, you are,” he praises, drilling into you faster and harder.

Your spread your legs further apart, staring into his eyes. The feeling is overwhelming and lovely, you want to tell Billy you love him, that you love him but you can’t form words. Instead, short moans and cries fall out of you and Billy’s thrusts falter and he curses himself. He doesn’t want to cum already. You guys just started but the sounds you make and tight your pussy is gripping him is making it increasingly difficult. Your beautiful, doe eyes looking back at him aren’t making it any easier so he ducks his head down and starts licking at your nipple. You moan out, your eyes closing as you lay your head back onto your pillows. Billy moves his hand between your bodies so he can rub at your clit again, his hips rocking into you relentlessly. You’re quickly pushed over the edge, your orgasming crashing into you like a ton of bricks as you scream his name out. Billy let’s you ride it out for a bit before chasing his own, grabbing onto your hips as he drills into you impossibly hard and fast. You keep crying out his name, the sensation of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot over and over is excruciatingly pleasant. Your body thrashes around underneath him and Billy’s hips falter, pushing deep into you as he fills you up before he knows it’s happening. He’d meant to pull out but his own orgasm is abruptly ripped from him and he didn’t have time. He collapses on top of you, a panting mess while he attempts to kiss you.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, squeezing him tightly as you continue to whimper against his open mouth. It’s all ruined too quickly as you hear the front door open and slam shut.

“Honey! We’re home,” you hear your mothers voice.

Billy’s jumping off the bed, you follow suit and usher him to your closet, shoving him inside and grabbing your robe. You close the closet door and throw the robe on. You hop back into the bed and pull the duvet over your body.

“We were too worried about you so we left early,” your mom says as she opens the door.

You feel Billy’s cum leaking out of you and your eyes widen when you realize his clothes and boots are on display on the floor. Your mother notices your makeup first.

“Why are you wearing makeup?” she asks, furiously and then glances down to Billy’s boots sitting next to your bed. “Is there a boy in here?”

You spring out of bed, gathering Billy’s clothes and boots as your mother makes her way to the closet. You’re panicking but you know she’s already found you out. She opens the door wide and is met with a naked Billy, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead while he holds his hands over his junk. You watch in horror as he smiles at your mother.

“Hi,” he says, “I was hoping we’d formally meet before this but…”

You mother interrupts him by yelling your fathers name, “Grab the shotgun!”

Billy’s face falls and you quickly hand him his clothes, eyes telling him to run. He grabs them and books it for the door, down the hallway and out the front door. Your dad stands in the kitchen, watching as the naked boy runs from your room out the front door with his jaw dropped. You figure you’re already a goner so you step outside the door, waving to him as he gets in his car.

“Bye, Billy! See you tomorrow!” you call out and you can see him laughing, shaking his head before he starts up his car and peels out of the neighborhood as fast as he can.

Your mother yanks you inside and slams the door.

“If you think you’re going back to that school, you are sorely mistaken,” she shrieks but you can’t find yourself to care that you’ve upset her. You’d do anything to do that again with Billy.

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Bully - Part 2 of 3

warnings: controlling parents, very brief smut

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A routine has fallen in to place, Billy’s at your locker every morning with that arrogant smirk on his face and his hand out to ‘steal’ the Hostess snack from you. Little does he know, you started buying two instead of one and more days than not, you buy Snoballs for Billy because you’ve learned they are his favorite of the Hostess variety. You never buy a Ding Dong again, still feeling incredibly embarrassed at the dirty joke he’d made but you switch it up sometimes so he doesn’t suspect you’re buying it solely for the purpose of him. As it turns out, you like the attention you’re getting from him, even if it isn’t very nice attention.

Almost every night the past few weeks, your hand sneaks into your pajama pants as images of Billy flood your mind. You don’t know how to touch yourself, no idea where to even begin but you firmly press your palm against your vagina over your underwear as you think about Billy’s face and his voice. His voice excites you most. You do that until you fall asleep and the stickiness on your thighs has been annoying but not as bed as having to hide your underwear in the morning, afraid of your mother finding it and flipping out about you being a slut or something. You don’t know if liking Billy in this way makes you a slut but you still feel ashamed every time.

“What’s up, loser?” Billy’s voice coats your ears as you begin dialing in your code. The words are meant to be cruel and Billy curses himself for how flirty his tone comes out, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

“Good morning,” you tell him, unzipping your backpack and grabbing the packet of Snoballs and sliding them into his palm.

“You’re like obsessed with these,” he comments, raising an eyebrow. He gives your face another once over and then asks, “What’s that all over your face?”

“It’s called makeup,” you reply, cheeks reddening. You’d put it on in the gas station bathroom and you’d have to wash it off there on your way home.

“You trying to impress some guy?” Billy asks and his tone sounds almost jealous, possessive. It makes your heart beat faster as you think, yeah, you.

“Who is he?” Billy asks pointedly when you don’t respond, looking around like the imaginary suitor could be nearby.

You shrug, taking pleasure in his apparent jealousy though you don’t understand it.

“Probably some other geek,” he snivels, pushing himself up from your locker and retreating down the hall. The interaction leaves you wanting more, craving for him to look at you like that again. It’s odd, though. You can’t fathom why he’s taken an interest in your social life other than to antagonize you for the lack of it.

As you’re walking to class, you see him grope Tina’s ass but his eyes are trained on you and the high pitched giggle she gives hurts your heart. You didn’t even realize they might be a thing. However, she is typically right behind him and making rude comments about your appearance when she can. You force yourself to ignore the jealousy coursing through your blood and get yourself to class.

-

Billy’s outside, smoking alone against the gym wall. He looks up as he hears a vicious laughter and sees you walking with your books pressed tightly to your chest. The laugher is coming from a tall brunette boy behind you, Billy thinks he’s a underclassmen, maybe a sophomore or junior. He takes a drag from his cigarette as he watches on curiously. He wonders if maybe this is the boy you’re wearing makeup for. The kid gets really close to your face, Billy tries to make out what he’s saying but it’s hard to tell from here. He feels jealous, wonders what makes this guy so special. Then the guy shoves your shoulders, causing you to drop all your books to the ground. Billy tenses, it’s like looking in a mirror but instead of the excitement he usually gets from seeing the anguish on your face, he’s incredibly angry. He’s pushing himself up off the wall just as the kids shoving you a second time, however this time, you fall to your knees and hands. Billy barrels over to the bully and you, he grabs onto your elbow and lifts you to your feet before grabbing a hold of the kids collar and shoves him against the wall.

“You like putting your hands on girls?” Billy growls and the kid whimpers and squirms beneath him. “You think you can just push her around?” he seethes, dropping the kids collar.

He winds up his fist, ready to knock the kids lights out when he hears your sniffling. Instead, he shoves the kid and tells him, “I fucking see you even look at her and you’re dead. You hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” the kid says frantically, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll leave her alone.”

“Now get the fuck out of my sight,” Billy let’s go of his collar. The kid scatters away quickly but Billy doesn’t give him a second glance. He’s stalking over to you and grabbing a hold of your elbow and guides you to the parking lot, ignoring your confused protests. He opens the door to his Camaro and instructs you to sit.

He walks around and pops his trunk open, your eyes following him curiously. Your hearts racing, trying hard not to look at the scrapes on your knee. When you see blood, you panic and you’re already trying to hold back sobs. Billy standing up for you was strange, when you saw him walking over, you’d fully expected him to join in and then when you saw the absolute rage in his eyes. He walks back around and squats down in front of you, lifting a tiny red first aid kit and resting it between your legs. You suddenly feel self conscious, worried that from his angle he can see your underwear so you grab the hem of your skirt and try to cover yourself. Billy pops open the case and grabs out a small stack of antiseptic wipes. He rips open one with his teeth and locks his eyes on yours. Your breath catches in your throat, seeing Billy on his knees between your legs brings chills up the back of your thighs and you choke out a small sob, quickly bringing the back of your hand to wipe away the tears.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, softly.

Billy begins cleaning up the wounds on your knees, the alcohol on the pads stings the sensitive skin and you hiss.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “It could get infected if you don’t clean it.”

“No,” you hiccup, “why are you being nice?”

Billy sighs, reaching back into the case and pulling out the tube of Neosporin. He squeezes the ointment on his finger and gently coats the scratches with it. “What do you mean?”

With a sniffle, you continue, “Why do you care? Why did you yell at him?”

“Is that the guy you put all the makeup on for?” Billy looks back up at you, his eyebrows furrowed. He doesn’t get why you’re not thanking him for standing up for you, so he figures that must be why. “That guys a loser, you shouldn’t like him.”

“Huh? What? No, I don’t like him,” you mumble, watching as Billy puts bandages over the cuts. “I just mean, you’re always so mean to me, why are you being nice now?”

Billy closes the box up and looks back up at you, “I’m not mean to you.”

“Yeah, you are,” you argue, “You’re very mean to me. Now you’re acting like you care about me. I don’t understand.”

Billy stands up, looking down at you now. He leans his arm against the side of the Camaro as he peers into your eyes. From his view, the sun catches on your face beautifully even through the shine of your tears, Billy thinks you look gorgeous. He sighs and then mumbles under his breath, “I like you.”

“What?” you ask, unable to hear what he said.

“Nothing,” he groans, pulling you to your feet with a grip on your elbow. “You better get back to class, loser.”

“See?” you shriek, pointing at him. “Mean. You’re being mean, again.”

“It’s not mean,” he seethes as he crosses his arms.

You scoff, feeling your blood boil, “If it’s not mean, what is it? You think it makes me feel good when you call me names or trip me in the halls?”

Billy grins suddenly and it only makes you angrier, you don’t understand him at all. He’s the most confusing person in the whole world. Maybe that’s part of it for him, this is just all a part of his bullying.

“I’m not being mean,” Billy bites his lip and traps you against his car, placing a hand on either side of your shoulders, “I’m flirting with you, loser.”

“Flirt- what?” you look up at him incredulously.

You’ve never experienced someone flirting with you before. You’ve never in your life had a single boy show any interest in you but you didn’t think what Billy was doing was flirting. It kind of makes sense to you, though. Since the teasing had started, you began feeling certain things you’d never felt before, you found yourself looking forward to seeing Billy at school but every girl at this school thought he was cute and you thought so too, so you figured you just liked any attention from such a cute boy. Flirting wasn’t being mean though, was it? That’s not what you’d seen in movies or the romance novels your mom kept hidden in the laundry room. You’d tried to read them a handful of times but always got too embarrassed.

“Flirting,” Billy chuckles, “do you know what that is?”

“Yes!” you fumes, cheeks ablaze. “If you’re flirting with me then that means…”

Billy’s hand drops to your waist, curling around the flesh and squeezing, “Means what?”

You swallow the lump in your throat but it does nothing to help the words climb through. Billy seems to like the reaction he’s getting from you, his fingertips traveling up under your top and ghosting the sensitive skin. You panic, jumping from the touch and pushing his hand away.

“Do you like me?” Billy asks, dropping his hand to his side.

“I don’t know,” you whisper as you look down, embarrassed by the way his touch has made your legs feel shaky.

“You know,” he sings, hooking his knuckle under your chin and urges you to look back up at him. “How does it make you feel when I touch you?”

“Uh…” you swallow hard, eyes darting across the freckles decorating his nose and cheeks. He’s so pretty, his intense gaze has you hypnotized. You don’t even try any further to answer him.

Billy chuckles and steps away from you, “I’m just messing around with you.”

You grab your backpack and scurry off before he can say anything else. You hear his car start up as you’re rushing back to the school, not daring to look back at him.

-

“What happened to you?!” your mother exclaims when you walk through the door.

“Oh, I tripped,” you lie as you try to walk past her. She grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you back.

“Is that makeup?” she inquires, her tone more sad than angry.

You bring your hand up to your cheek, realizing that you’d forgotten to wash it off on the way home and you’re certain that there’s trails of mascara staining your face. In the daze that Billy had left you in, you’d walked home like a zombie, thoughts clouded with his words, eyes and fingers.

“Momma,” you mumble, “I’m sorry. Some girls at school wanted to put it on me. I was trying to make friends.”

She peels your backpack off and dumps the contents onto the floor, seeing for herself that you were lying as the tube of mascara, lipstick and the tiny compact of blush fall out. Along with the Hostess snack you’d neglected.

“What has gotten into you?” she scolds, “Is it a boy?”

Visions of blonde curls, icy blue eyes and pink lips force their way into your head as you shake it. “No,” you mutter, “I’m just trying to fit in.”

“Acting like a whore is no way to fit in,” she bites back.

You sniffle, tears making their return and you find yourself wanting to run back out the door to find Billy.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, getting on your knees to collect your school items and shove them back into your backpack. You pick up the makeup and hand them to your mothers expecting hands. Without looking up, you know she’s stomping to the kitchen to throw them away.

“Go to your room,” she orders and you obey without a protest, shutting the door behind you and finding solace in your bed.

Curling under the covers and closing your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself. You picture it’s Billy’s arms around you and you find yourself finally answering his question.

“Yes,” you whisper to the empty room. “It feels good when you touch me.”

You wonder what would have happened if you’d just answered him, would he have kissed you? His words before you left ring through your ears, I’m just messing around with you.

-

Your mom has started to pick out your clothes before school. The only dresses and skirts you’re allowed to wear are the ones that go past your knees. Billy’s noticed, thinks the way he approached you scared you and that maybe you were ashamed of the way he looked at you. So he does a complete 180, he stops antagonizing you but not only that, he stops talking to you all together. Which in turn has your self confidence plummeting. You assume it’s because you’re no longer wearing what you wanted to wear.

You’re eager to get his attention back. The first plan is to sneak one of your shorter skirts in your backpack and change into it when you get to school. You had to get crafty since your mom had taken to doing backpack checks before you left each morning. You folded it up as small as you could and volunteered to take the trash out, while you were outside you hid it in the neighbors bushes.

However, when you’re at school and you’ve changed into it, Billy’s eyes still don’t follow you like they used to. Even when you’re walking past him and Tommy in the hallway, you drop your pencil and bend over to pick it up but when you turn around, Billy’s not watching, he’s chewing his pinky nail and looks totally engrossed in whatever dumb thing Tommy is blathering about.

Determined, you start hiding skirts and low cut shirts in your locker, along with some makeup you’d purchased at the drugstore. You purposefully start walking by his car during lunch, where he’s lounging with his friends and you hope that his friends say something to you just so he’ll have a reason to look at you. It doesn’t work. Tina and Carol make comments but Billy’s eyes never fall on you. You’re getting more desperate by the day.

You’re beginning to gather the attention of other boys but it’s nothing compared to the way Billy used to look at you. They’re nervous in their approach, fiddling with their fingers and unable to hold eye contact. Billy’s all about eye contact, like he can see something in there. God, you’d give anything to meet those blues again. Still, you attempt to flirt back with the new suitors, trying to at least learn how but none of them flirt like Billy did. None of them make your heart beat so fast you’re afraid it’s gonna jump right out of your sternum. They don’t make your thighs feel warm and tingly. You don’t think of their faces and voices in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep.

Phase two is in order, you decide. Buying a Snoball every morning and placing it delicately on Billy’s desk behind you in English class before he even walks in. Again, he doesn’t speak to you, doesn’t even look up at you but you hear him open the package and eat the sweets. You wish you weren’t so shy, wish you could turn around and demand his attention but him not rejecting the snack is a win, you think.

One day, it starts up again. In English class, you feel a little tug on your hair. First, you ignore it, certain it was an accident. Then, Billy twists a bigger chunk between his fingers and yanks your head back. You yelp, hands moving to cover your mouth the second the sound flies from it. You turn, Billy’s released his grip on your hair and is pretending to be really interested in something on the ceiling.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” the teacher scolds, “Is there a problem?”

You quickly shake your head, “No. Everything is fine.”

Rubbing the back of your head, you know your face is bright red from embarrassment but mostly from excitement. You weren’t sure why, but you were aroused at the feeling of Billy pulling your hair. You figure it must be from begging for his attention for weeks and finally getting something. It felt so good, you push your hair past your shoulders and onto his desk, urging him to do it again but he doesn’t. However, he knocks the book off your desk when the bell rings, turning to lock eyes with you as you bend down to pick it up, that arrogant smirk plastered across his face. You feel warm all over.

-

Billy was freaking out internally, the way your outfits got less and less revealing, he was worried he’d creeped you out so he panics and ignores you for weeks. He wasn’t good with rejection and that’s what this felt like. To be honest, he’d never truly been rejected romantically.

He notices the short skirt the first day you wear it, but he tells himself there’s no way it’s to catch his attention. Especially when he notices more and more boys talking to you. He figures that you didn’t wear it for him, but for some other boy. When you drop your pencil as you’re walking by, suddenly the rant Tommy’s spewing about his and Carol’s latest fight is the most interesting thing he’s heard. He gnaws on his fingernail and forces his eyes to stay glued to his friends face. He swears he hears you huff as you stomp away, but tells himself it’s wishful thinking. Your outfits get more and more revealing by the day and it drives Billy crazy but he’s a strong man, he refuses to let it get to him.

Then there’s a pack of Snoballs on his desk every day for a week and he’s convinced you’re trying your absolute hardest to tell him you like him without actually saying the words. And Billy likes playing games, so he still doesn’t say or do anything. He wants you to get so frustrated that you scream at him.

Little by little, he begins fucking with you. It starts with grabbing the handful of your hair and pulling your head back. It’s much more aggressive than he’d been in the past but you silently beg for him to do it again, pushing your hair over your shoulders and covering his desk with the strands. He pretends he doesn’t notice, folding his hands behind his head and actually listens to the teachers lecture, daring you to turn around and look at him. When you don’t, he decides he’s gotta do something else, a way to let you know he’s back. He pushes your book off your desk, smirking down at you as his eyes fall to the exposed cleavage as you bend over. The smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know.

The next day, he’s waiting at your locker and you weren’t anticipating it so you’re wearing the outfit your mother picked out. It’s a long skirt that goes to your ankles and a floral button up. You blush, seeing him standing there. You avert your eyes, focusing in on the dial and entering the code.

“Morning,” Billy says, “Hiding something?”

You roll your eyes, grabbing the skirt and shirt you’d hid in your locker and shove it into your backpack. “Be right back,” you mumble, rushing away to the bathroom.

When you exit, he’s still waiting by your locker but he lets his eyes drink in your new outfit. He particularly likes the knee high socks and it’s then that Billy realizes you must have strict parents and for whatever reason, that makes this all the more exciting. The fact that you’re breaking rules just to impress him makes his mouth water.

“You hide a closet in your locker?” he asks when you drop your backpack on the floor.

Blushing, you don’t give him the obvious answer but instead open your locker back up and shove the clothes you arrived in behind your textbooks. You pull out the Hostess snack and hand it to him, seeing the laugh rising in his chest before you hear it.

“Ding Dong, huh? You hinting at something?” he pockets the snack and grins at you.

“Maybe I am,” you admit, willing your cheeks to stay pale. You close your locker and lean against it, looking up at him. Billy bites his lower lip and in the moment, he doesn’t care if it looks like he’s chatting up the nerdiest girl in school. Doesn’t care if anyone notices or says anything.

“Can I pick you up around 8?” Billy asks and you almost shiver, stunned that your plan worked but incredibly nervous at the same time.

You jot down your address on a piece of paper, wondering if you’re exactly ready to lose your virginity on such short notice. However, you’re not sure you can go anymore time without Billy’s attention and you’re willing to get it by any means necessary. You wonder if maybe he’s not after that, but your mother says every man is and Billy is exactly like the boys she’d warned you about. Somehow, that excites you and you want to find out if she was right after all.

“I’ll see you at 8, loser,” Billy tugs on your pigtail before pushing himself off the locker and walking down the hall.

The name is becoming endearing, even if it’s not a nice thing to say to someone it still makes your heart swell. Your fingertips move up to wrap around your pigtail and you tug on it like he had, smiling as you watch him saunter away. Now the hard part, how were you going to sneak out of your house at 8 pm? Your parents were still awake then but they stayed in their room to watch TV, your mom would check on you around 9:30 but she never came into your room, just peeked in. You could easily make it look like you were in your bed.

Giddy with excitement all day, you bounce to and from class. Billy beats you to English class and he winks as you walk in, causing your heart to flutter while you make it to your seat. When you sit, he grabs a hold of your pigtail and pulls it.

“Don’t think I’ve seen such a big smile on your face before,” he comments when you turn to him. He rests his chin on his palm as he looks at you under his heavy eyelashes.

You blush, “You have to park like a block away from my house. Eight is kind of past my curfew.”

“Are you gonna get in trouble?” Billy asks, sounds like he’s actually concerned.

You shake your head, “Only if I get caught.”

Billy nods against his hand, his left hand lifts to grab the necklace you’re wearing and you look down as he gently caresses it.

The teacher closes the door and begins her instruction, you turn with her and focus your eyes up front. Billy won’t stop touching you. He fumbles with the collar of your shirt, traces his fingers against the back of your neck and arms. You have to squeeze your thighs together, gripping your pencil even tighter but you don’t want him to stop. These touches are even better, they’re soft and make you melt.

You’re surprised he’s doing this where eyes can catch it. Occasionally when you glance back, the look on his face makes your stomach tighten, he looks entranced. You don’t know it but he’s fantasizing about taking your clothes off and running his fingers along every inch of your body. When he suddenly stops, you turn to see him shuffling in his seat and he exhales softly, averting his eyes towards the clock in the classroom. You’re oblivious to the fact he’s trying really hard not to pop a boner in class.

Billy lingers after the bell rings and he waves to you, “Later, loser.”

“See you tonight.”

[sobleedstherose]

eddie losing his virginity to reader and then in the future he’s pornstar!eddie and he runs into reader at a coffee shop or somethin and shows reader all hes learned since he lost his virginity to them 🤭🤭

Second Chances at First Times

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Eddie Munson x Femme! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, older! porn-star! eddie, f! reader, mentions of the reader being insecure with her body, pussy eating, squirting, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, language, mentions of smoking. let me know if i missed anything my loves uwu

LA looks good on Eddie.

The changes don't amount to much post-high school—his long hair a little shinier from the sun, arms slightly more muscular where they stretch long from the cut-off sleeves of a black band tee. He stands a little taller, takes up space without looking over his shoulder.

But his smile is just the way you remember.

You hadn't recognized him when he called your name from one of the tables under that little coffee-shop awning. Standing there in the middle of the crosswalk, you tried to place the handsome but unfamiliar face before a car came and pancaked you. Then he'd smiled.

"Oh my god! Eddie!"

You'd barely dodged some lady with a stroller as you ran back, his shoulders heaving with laughter before you threw your arms around him, the five o' clock shadow he's sporting bristling at your cheek.

"Long time no see, sweetheart," he whispers up against your ear, "how've you been?"

Now he's smiling at you from across the table, pushing the coffee he bought you your way, leaning in close under the shady umbrella.

And catching up with Eddie is so easy. It's not like the rest of the encounters you've had with old high school classmates, where you'd ducked away into crowds before you could be noticed, or made false promises about finding a time to meet up for lunch.

Maybe it's because Eddie's the only person you could find it in yourself to really miss.

He asks about college, and your roommates, and the wedding you're here to attend, what sights you've seen out and about in LA today and where you plan on going next.

Eddie tells you about living in his van before settling in the city, about his favorite beaches and the best concert venues and the shows he's seen. He laughs at your jokes about old classmates and feigns shock when you tell him who got who pregnant and who's married now and which of them split up right after.

And every glance in your direction and brush of his fingers against the grated tabletop and the way his teeth dig into his bottom lip are all flushed with memories of the first time he smiled at you like that.

You had been surprised to see Eddie at the grad night party—and more surprised he wasn't dealing. Just there, laughing with his friends in one of the out-of-the-way corners and getting friendly slaps on the back from guys who'd always been dicks to him but had forgotten about why because high school was officially over, and you were all feeling sentimental about it.

You had never really been friends with Eddie Munson, but it didn't feel that way when you got talking on your way back from the kitchen. It felt like you’d known him for ages, laughing between long drags from the same cigarette. The best of friends, high on life and cheap beer—until you'd stumbled into somebody's bedroom and he kissed you so long and slow and deep, his hands wrapped tight around your waist. Then it had felt like something else.

You thought about that night a lot. At other parties, with other guys. You had to quit smoking because it always made you think about how he had tasted, each drag bringing back the slow, careful wandering of his hands, how uncertain he'd looked when you locked in on his big, brown eyes.

Normally that wasn't a problem. But you shouldn't think about fucking Eddie when he's right here in front of you.

It hits you all at once, the embarrassment, the longing, and you drop your gaze, feeling flushed and a little light-headed.

"You okay?"

He leans in closer. Like you're heart's not already thundering in your chest.

"Yeah, no, I was- I was just thinking . . ."—you're crazy if you say anything, but when would you get a chance to ask him again?—"do you remember that party, you know, the night before graduation?"

You might as well have asked him do you remember the night I let you fuck me raw? with the way you burn.

Eddie folds his arms across his chest, a little half-baked smirk on his face because he heard the subtext whether you wanted him to or not.

"Oh, yeah. I remember. Why?"

"I guess . . . I just wanted to know why you were there that night? I never really saw you at parties like that, and I've always wondered . . ."

You let your sentence fall off, and Eddie slides in close, half-way across the table under the guise of sharing a secret. He's stolen all the air from your lungs and all the cool from the shade, left you baking in something even warmer than the California sun.

"You really wanna know?"

Your heart's thumping like it's on the run, but you nod.

His pink tongue peeks out between plush lips. Eddie almost looks embarrassed, shrugging one shoulder. "I guess I went because I knew you'd be there."

"Oh, really?"

He must think you're being funny, sliding his chair in close to you with one foot, resting his head in a hand.

"Come on, you're telling me you didn't notice? I had, like, the biggest fucking crush on you back then."

But you just press your lips into a smile and shake your head, trying to hide how ridiculously fucking pleased you are.

Eddie's pleased, too, looking at you with hearts in his eyes. You feel like a kid again, that same thrill from holding hands on the playground or kissing under the bleachers.

"You know," he says, hazarding a hand in your direction. His knuckles blossom goosebumps across the top of your thighs, "I still think about that night a lot—when I'm, uh, performing."

You lose focus for just a second, surprise making you able to ignore the way he's fiddling with the hem of your shorts.

"Wait, are you in a new band?"

Eddie smiles without the sweetness from before.

"Not exactly."

His apartment looks just like him.

It's not big, but it's cozy, and cluttered—his walls covered in mismatched posters, kind of like the collection of tattoos he's accumulated up and down his arms since high school. There's a comfy-looking couch in the middle of the room, faded beige in a way that makes it hard to know what color it was supposed to be originally. Warm slats of buttery sunlight pour over the stacks of tapes and records by a pricey looking sound system—easily the most expensive thing in the room.

"You can sit."

Eddie pats one of the couch cushions, rattling around underneath the table he's got his TV on. He grabs at the tapes at random, squinting at the labels before tossing them back into a different stack. It's a better vantage point from the couch anyways, watching him getting down on his elbows to find the tape he's looking for. He still wears his jeans tight as he can get them.

"Here we go," Eddie says, pulling one of the videos from the bottom of a stack, brushing some of the dust off with his forearm, "this one'll work."

You have no idea what he means by that. Eddie's not cryptic by nature, either—anybody back in Hawkins could tell you that (he never fucking shuts up)—so he must think his motivations are obvious.

Or there's something he's not sure how to say out loud.

He shoves the VHS into the slot and climbs on the couch. You can't help but notice that Eddie sits like a man—thighs spread wide, arms slung over the back of his seat. He gives you a cheeky smile, but there's not the same edge behind it. He looks like a kid again, playing with the heavy rings on his fingers.

The video's started. It still takes a second to tear your eyes away from his jaw, the stubble growing there and the tan column of his neck.

Cheesy instrumentals crackle out of the speakers, and you turn to watch as some woman appears on the screen—dark eye shadow and big hair—doing a poor job pretending to wash dishes in an empty kitchen.

You raise a brow at Eddie, and he nods his head back toward the TV.

"You gotta watch," he admonishes.

There's a knock at the door, and the woman goes to open it, drying her hands on the back of her shirt.

She huffs to herself dramatically and yanks open the doorknob. Whatever she says to the guy standing on her porch is completely covered by the squeal you let out.

Leaning in the doorway, cocky smile and frizzy hair, is Eddie.

But not Eddie now. Eddie the way you remember him—minus the faded blue jumpsuit he's wearing in the video, unzipped just enough to show a dirty wife-beater poking through.

The Eddie on the couch grabs at your ankle tugging on it a little, mock stern.

"What's so funny, princess?"

You glance back at the screen, and then at him. You've missed some key dialogue already, because the woman's got Eddie by the collar of his jumpsuit, pinning him against the counter and reaching for the zipper.

"Is this for real?"

Eddie smiles, kicks the TV off with his foot, long legs easily spanning the distance.

"For real, for real," he says proudly," pays the bills and everything."

"No shit."

If you had known all it would take to see Eddie naked again was a trip to your local Family Video, you would have done it ages ago. Fucking owned the box set or whatever, had each and every one of those tapes memorized.

But that's not really the kind of thing you could say out loud.

"So how'd you get into it?" you ask instead, trying not to look so obvious while you check out the fucking mountain of videos he's got stacked under that counter.

Eddie brushes the question away. "Don't ask me that. It's boring," he says, "the why is pretty good, though."

"Okay,"—his hand is still on your ankle, skin warm and smooth against your own—"why'd you get into it?"

He squeezes you just once before wrapping an arm tight under your knees, tugging hard. One second you're staring into his big brown eyes, and the next you're watching as the shine of his rings plays across the ceiling.

It's a total headrush, the way Eddie's face is looming right over yours, your legs tossed over his lap. There's confidence in his expression, how he watches you, tongue ghosting over his lips. His hair brushes at your jawline, hands on your thighs. You can't get a hold on yourself, can't get rid of that dizzy feeling.

Fuck.

Eddie strokes his thumb at the waistband of your shorts, just dipping it low enough to catch some skin before snaking back up.

"I was kinda hoping for another chance with this girl I used to know, and I wanted to be prepared."

He whispers the words, see's the yes yes yes in your eyes before he can even get the question out. Eddie's laughing at you—at your obvious eagerness clouding the air—and you don't even care.

His eyes get impossibly bigger, wide enough you can see past all this false innocence to the dirty fucking core. "Do you think I could get another chance, sweetheart?"

Eddie leaves warm, wet kisses in a line down your jaw, lips soft, his tongue insistent and searching, not just licking at your skin but tasting it, savoring every bite of you he can get. Your body molds to Eddie's, fingers digging in at the back of his neck, trying to keep him close, but Eddie's still Eddie. He leans back—such a fucking tease—meeting your eyes.

"Is that a yes?"

You'd tell him fuck yes please oh my god if he'd give you a fucking chance. Eddie slides a hand up the inside of your thigh, squeezing a little at your soft skin, erasing any thoughts you could have had. Your body jumps at his touch, and you hum in answer. The way he feels puts you on a whole new wavelength.

"Please, Eddie."

You sound fucked-out already, which would be embarrassing if it were anybody but him. And Eddie likes the sound of it—his hips shifting against your ass, denim on denim. He's not gonna wait for you to ask twice.

Your mouth collides with his, all that time and want between you pulling you together until all you're feeling is the slight prick of his chapped lips and soft tongue and shiny teeth, messy and desperate and perfect.

Eddie groans, and you call back to him with a similarly needy noise when he shimmies between your thighs, legs spread wide to accommodate him.

You could spend the rest of your life making out with Eddie Munson. Have him just like this, big hand spanning your jaw, tongue dipping gently into your mouth, hips rutting against yours smooth and slow, giving you all that beautiful friction. You could taste nothing but Eddie for the rest of your life and feel full.

You wouldn't even ask for chapstick. What would you need lips for if you weren't kissing him?

He's not in any rush, either. Just letting his hands wander, gripping at your waist, your hips, your tits, cataloguing the sounds it pulls from you. Your jaw aches, hands sore the way you're holding him. And beneath it all, you feel Eddie's hunger.

"Been fucking dreaming about you under me, baby," he huffs between wet kisses, "don't think I did a good enough job last time."

Your head lolls against the cushions in a passable head shake, and Eddie ignores you, going back for a kiss but missing your mouth, happy enough where he lands, licking a stripe up your neck.

"You were so good, Eds," you tell him, "never stopped thinking about you."

His hips stutter, hot breath cooling the sweat on your neck.

"Really?"

He's there again, the shy Eddie from that dirty bedroom in some stranger's house. Hanging over you the way he did then, hands uncertain against your body, looking for permission. For something more.

You nod, brushing a few curls behind his ear. Eddie blinks, moving in and then pulling back, expression laced with doubt. His teeth prod at his flushed pink lips, just for just a moment, before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, gentle and sweet.

"Let me show you what I've been dreaming about."

He dives between your legs. No preamble, no floundering—you laugh out loud at the way Eddie slides you higher on the cushions, making room for himself at the other end to crouch with his head between his thighs.

"'Should'a tasted this pussy years ago."

He tugs your shorts off, leaves your underwear hanging around your ankle—single-minded. You'd make a joke about it, but Eddie's not letting anything get in the way of the chance to sandwich his face between your thighs.

You feel him everywhere, immediately, and the noise it rips from your chest sounds like you're fucking possessed—a scream that belongs in a horror movie, not Eddie's cute apartment.

His mouth is electric, and magnetized to all the right spots—tongue caressing your clit and dipping low to collect the slick dripping from your puckering cunt—and you're twitching against him, hands clawing at the cushions, trying to figure out how to deal with spark he's put in you.

Eddie's big palms scratch against the cushions before you feel them warm, cupped around your ass cheeks.

He looks up at you from between the gap in your thighs. There's already a wet shine on his lips.

"It's more fun if you get into it, princess."

Get into it? You're not sure what he means by that, and you don't know how to ask him.

His mouth drops back against your pussy, tongue flat against your cunt, but stationary. His fingers tap encouragingly against the swell of your hip.

Oh.

Your body hesitates, hips just lifting slightly, thighs tingling at the strain. Eddie's eyes are dark and watchful. A squeeze on the handful of ass he's got prompts you to keep going.

You drop your hips, the breath shooting out of your lungs at the drag of his tongue on your clit. When your body bucks forward again, it's more forceful, heightening the pressure, ripples of pleasure shooting through your core.

Eddie moans against you loud enough to shake your foundations. The ceiling blurs when your eyes roll back.

"More," he commands in the quick second he can bare to part himself from the taste of your pussy, and there's no reason for you not to listen to him, grinding your hips across his face in wide circles, patches of skin rubbing raw from the scratch of his stubble against your thighs.

And Eddie's possessed all over again, so eager as his tongue laps at whatever part of you he can reach, coaxing moans and whimpers from your lips as he pulls you closer.

Eddie's shut off the part of your brain that does all the thinking, like his tongue's got the power to turn you on auto-pilot. It's his fault you're practically humping his face, one hand gripping at the armrest behind your head so hard you're sure you can feel the cheap stuffing spilling out around your fingers.

Your other hand grips at the back of his head, keeping him right where you want him, tugging a little at the roots when you weave your fingers into his hair.

God, that drives him wild. He wraps his lips around your swollen clit and hollows his cheeks, big, brown doe eyes flashing up to yours.

The shocks hit immediately, and they don't stop, carving through your from your pussy out to your fingertips and filling you with nothing but thoughts of Eddie, the way his tongue still tickles your clit while you shake until your legs give out.

Eddie's face is sticky when he plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. You flush at the taste of your cum on his mouth, at how wet he is from his nose down past his chin.

"Fuck, baby," he says, nuzzling a kiss up against your cheek even when you're trying to get away from him and his messy skin, "was that as good for you as it was for me?"

You're too cum drunk and blissed out to think about it, giggling at the question.

"What're you talking about, Munson?"

Eddie climbs off you in response, straddling you on his knees as he lifts the t-shirt he's wearing off by the collar, ripping it over your head. He shucks his jeans down his legs, standing proud and half-dressed. There's an unmistakable wet patch staining the front of his blue checkered boxers.

"Talking 'bout this," he says, and all the giggles in you are gone at his sultry tone, at the way he slides his heavy palms up and over your soft stomach and under the hem of your t-shirt.

He bares you to the cool air, undoes your bra clasp one-handed and slips the straps down your shoulders, watching you the whole time with his cigarette eyes burning.

The hairs on your arms and across your tummy bristle in the cool air. It's hard to sit still, being looked at like this, knowing how much your body's changed since high school and not always in the ways you wanted. Your palms itch, ready to grab your shirt and hide.

Eddie doesn't notice. Just traces the curve of your breast with a finger.

"So fucking pretty, baby. Prettier than I remember you."

The words melt through you, straight to your pussy. "Really?"

He hums, grips at your waist possessively as he slides you onto your back until your hips meet his. Eddie's fingers trace gently over your slit before he slides his boxers down his thighs, cock hard and red and aching pressed up against his stomach.

"Can I?" he asks, the way he did the last time. You press your hips against his in answer.

Eddie grips the base of his dick, slipping the thick head past your weeping slit, and you moan in tandem at the feeling, stretching and being stretched.

"Taking me so well, sweetheart," he grunts past his teeth, giving another inch. His thumb rests at the crest of your pussy, massaging slow circles around your clit until your breath shakes on the way out of your lungs.

The pace he sets is steady, and brutal, reaching all kinds of secret spots inside of you, prodding at your edges until the head of his dick drags against a place that makes you keen.

"There, baby? Is that where you want me?"

Eddie's voice is breathless, but at least he can still talk. You can whine, at best, mumbling curses under your breath with each deep thrust. You can see the veins in his arms stark against his skin as he holds your hips in place, carrying most of the weight to take the strain of your shoulders.

Your hands snake a trail up your chest, cupping at your own tits, pinching at your nipples because you've got to channel all the ways he's making you feel somewhere.

The slap of his skin against yours grows louder, the pace quickening and you're squealing with every impact. "Fuck, don't stop. Wanna watch you play with your pretty tits, sweetheart."

You don't know if he sees you nod, too busy watching the pleasure you're feeling coalesce in shapes on the backs of your eyelids, all of them forming into Eddie and his concentrated stare and his tongue caught between his teeth and the drag of his big, thick cock.

"Can feel you getting wetter, baby," he huffs, "you gonna cum again for me?"

Too late for you to answer—the building thrill piling against you, weighing you down until the bubble of it bursts with a wet splash and a scream.

The first thing you see when you open your eyes are little tears dripping down the curve of Eddie's stomach, traveling down to the dark, unruly hairs at the base of his cock.

No, not tears. That was you.

"Fu-ck, baby," Eddie yells, staring at the same place you are. You hope he doesn't have neighbors. Or that the walls are thick, at least.

Actually, that's not true. You could not make yourself care who hears Eddie fuck you like this. You kind of wish they were broadcasting it live on CNN, or something.

He slips his cock from you with a grunt, stroking himself absentmindedly, still flushed and heavy-looking.

You don't want to make it obvious that you're staring, but it's kind of hard to look away.

"You're- you didn't . . .?"

He shrugs, leaning back on the corner of the couch, still fisting his cock lazily, a heavy smirk on his face. It's definitely obvious you're staring.

"Crazy good stamina, you know. Another perk of the job, although you had me pretty close to busting my fucking load just now. I didn't know you were a squirter."

"I didn't either," you mumble, skin hot as you crawl towards the place he sits. Your gaze flashes to his cock, and then back to his face, gnawing at your lip.

"I guess we'll just have to keep going," you tell him and his eyes go wide, equal parts surprised and horny.

"Are you sure?"

You nod, straddling him, steadying yourself with a hand on the curving snake tattooed over his hip. You can feel his breath on your face when your pussy swallows him up.

And you're glad you did, even if you're already aching, because you'd never want to miss out on the chance to see him like this up close.

Eddie's pink lips tremble when you start to swivel, some of that bravado from before slipping at the feeling. It's still Eddie, underneath it all. He's still so completely and totally focused on making you feel good.

And you'd like to return the favor. Kissing up the side of his neck, carding your fingers through his hair until he whimpers in your ear. You bounce on his cock, tits pressed up against his chest, leaving red marks over his skin that'll eventually fade into purple. Like your own little souvenir.

Eddie bruises your hips with his grip, stomach tight against yours, but you don't let up, clenching around him with every stroke because you'd learned a few new tricks since the last time, too.

"Fuck- fucking Christ, baby," Eddie whispers, hips meeting yours with every drop, "I don't know- where do you want me-?"

Your rake your nails up his spine, warm and tingling from your budding release.

"Inside, Eddie, please."

He spasms, spilling inside your swollen pussy with a deep grunt, fucking his cum and yours back inside you until it drips down your thighs in messy rivulets. Pools of it stain the cushion beneath you before you finally slow down.

You can feel the way his breathing slows, and Eddie just holds you, arms wrapped tight around your waist, sweat cooling against your skin. You watch the bars of sunlight travel across the walls of his living room feeling more content than you have in a long, long time.

You're sure you'll stay like this forever, until Eddie shifts below you, and you swear you feel his cock twitch inside your cunt.

You pull back with a skeptical look in your eyes.

"Are you fucking hard again?"

He smiles up at you, cocky as hell and all you've ever wanted or dreamed of.

"What did I tell you, princess? I got the fucking stamina now, and we"—he punctuates the word with a kiss on your nose—"need to make up for lost time."

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When Billy got caught.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x innocent!reader.

Tw: talks of first time, smut, Billy taking reader innocences, bad writting, all characters are grown up here.

Note: if you find some mispelling let me know, english isn't my first lenguage

Everyone at Hawkins knew you for how innocent you were. Always tilting your head when someone made a sexual joke.

Almost everyone thought it was weird that a girl as pretty as you was still so innocent, guy thought it was cute that you were so clueless.

Until you met Billy Hargrove, a walking menace.

Billy and Max moved to the house down your street, you became friends with Max pretty fast, so when the redhead approched you on school and told you where she lived, both of you were really happy.

Billy saw you talking to his step-sister, and looked at you pretty often after that.

And when you went to his house? Billy was a gooner, you always used the shortest shorts, and looked so good. He made sure to be nice to you.

But the day you went to his house looking for Max and she wasn't there? He was livid.

Billy heard someone knocking at the door and grunted, knowing that he was the one who has to get the door since no one was home.

"Who the fuck is it." He asked while opening the door "hi." His mood changed when he saw you there, in a skirt.

"Hi Billy, it's Max home?." You asked.

"No sweetheart, but she will be coming soon, wanna come inside?." He said with the nicest smile he has.

"Oh, I don't want to bother you."

"You never do, come in." He moved to the side to let you in.

"Thanks you." You murmured.

Billy has a plan, a not really nice plan, but it was for his own good.

He didn't really know how he was going to proceed with that plan.

"You can sit in the couch, I was doing some exercises so im going to take a quick shower  okay?" He smiled.

"Okay, thanks you again."

Billy took his shower, but before that, he made sure to leave some clothes on the dryer.

"Hey y/n." You heard Billy screaming.

"Yes."

"Can you do me a favor, please." Billy has to play nice, he never say please to anyone, except you.

"Yes, what happend?."

"I forgot my clothes on the dryer, can you bring them."

"Okay." You were nervous, knowing that Billy was naked and you were going to get so close to him like that.

You made your way towards his room after geting his clothes, more anxious with each step.

You knocked the door and he opened, with only a towel.

You gulped and extended your hand with the clothes, he took them making sure to touch your hand.

He left the door open when he dropped the towel and started to changed.

You gasped, turning around as fast as you could, and he laughed.

"What? You never saw a naked man before?." He knew you didn't, he just wanted to make you nervous.

"N-no." You said.

"Turn around." He commanded.

"What? No."

"Come on baby, turn around." When you did as said, he was in a pair of white boxers, moving your eyes to the floor.

He got closer to you and took your hand, yanking you to his bed "sit".

You trusted Billy, he was your best friend's brother, and he was always nice to you.

He sat next to you, as close as he could.

"Have you ever kissed a boy?." He asked in a really sweet voice.

You moved your head 'no'. "Okay, I can teach you."

"Are you sure?." You whispered, you knew every girl find Billy pretty, and so did you, and with how nice he was to you, he made you feel safe.

"Of course im sure, are you?." He smirked.

"Yes." With that Billy leaned to leave a small kiss on your lips, and when you close your eyes, he deepened the kiss.

It was sweet, no tongue yet, making sure you were comfortable with him going further.

And then he kissed you roughly, moving you to his lap.

"Wha-what are you doing?." You began to panic until he smiled.

"I just want you to be comfy sugar." That sounded reasonable to you.

"Okay, okay, keep going."

He grabbed your hips, moving you slightly over his clothed erection. And for a second he believed in God, because who else would made you wear a skirt today, when he was all alone.

You whimpered quietly thanks to the new and weird feeling you were experimenting.

"Feels weird." You whispered.

"Weird good or weird bad." He asked, kissing your neck after that.

"Weird good."

"I can make you feel even better." That excited you and you let out a low moan.

Billy was on heaven, he thought he was dead for a second, being the first boy you kissed, and now he was going to be the first to fuck you? Fucking heaven.

He took his hand towards your panties, and moved them aside, feeling you almost like a feather.

"Oh." you let out.

"You like that sugar?."

"Yes. More."

"Ask nicely, and I may give you more." He said looking at you with hungry eyes.

"Yes please."

He smirked, loving how nice and pouty you were on his hands.

He put a finger inside you, slowly, making sure not to hurt you. When he saw your face, he added another one, moving them in and out.

"Fuck." You whispered.

"Tsk tsk, watch that mouth."

When you didn't said anything, he stopped. You looked at him with a confused gaze on your glossy eyes.

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry Billy, it was an accident, it feels to good." You almost cried.

"That's okay baby. Thanks you for being so nice."

He layed you on the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand, and putting it on his hard dick.

He hovered over you, tooking one of your hands in his bigger one. "This its going to hurt a little sugar, let me know, okay?."

"Okay."

He spread your wetness on his dick, and started to thrust slightly, looking at your face the entired time.

Billy made you cum at least three times, making sure you were not going to forget about how good he can make you feel.

He stopped fucking random girls, only calling you, no one seem to notice that.

Except Max.

When some day the party, including you and Steve, she took Steve to one side and whispered.

"I think y/n its seeing my brother." She said in his ear while covering her mouth with her hand.

"What?! Why?." Steve almost screamed and Max hushed him.

"Yeah, I haven't see him with a girl for a while now, and everytime she is around, he tries to stay as close to us as possible, and when he took us somewhere, always makes sure that she is the last to get off the car."

"Yeah, thats pretty weird, but he likes to fuck, sorry, girls and you know y/n, she would never do that." Steve cursed himself for saying that so harshly to the younger kid.

"Steve, i'm 19 now, not a kid anymore" she rolled her eyes.

After a few minutes they heard someone knocking on the door, Will went to get the door, when an angry Billy appeared.

"Where's Max." He said almost shouting. He stormed into the house, getting angrier when he saw Steve. "Harrington, where is my fucking sister, i swear t-."

"Hey Billy, Max is in the bathroom." You interrumpted him.

Billy stopped and smiled. "Hey s- y/n. Thanks you for telling me, my dad send me to look for her." Steve looked at him weirdly, and looked at Max who was coming out of the bathroom. She raised her eyebrows at him like saying 'I told you so'.

"Hey Maxine, there you are, I was really worried." Billy feaked.

"Umm, yeah."

"You wanna join us? We where going to see a movie." Y/n smiled at Billy.

"What?."

"No"

"He is mean why did you do that." All the party started talking at the same time.

"Hush, he is really nice, give him a chance guys." You said while grabbing Billy's arm and making him sit next to you.

When the movie started, Billy felt comfortable being there, but while the movie went on, he started to feel judge by all your friends, snuggling further into your side. When you turned your head to look at him, he make sure that nobody was watching to give you a small kiss.

"Thats it." Steve said turning the lights on "why in hell are you kissing Billy." He made his mom pose, with his hands on his hips.

"What?!."

"No way!."

"Max did you know this?!." The party started talking again.

"We didn't kiss." You said opening your eyes really big.

"You are lying!." Mike said.

"Yes I am." You lowered your head, feeling ashame for not telling your friends.

"You are fucking her, Max was right." Steve turned to Billy while pointing his finger at him.

"Steve!." Max whined

"Max!." You said.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know if I was crazy, or you two were together."

"Fuck." Billy whispered with his hand on his face, knowing he got caught in a big mess.

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Billy x girlfriend reader who loves to ride him and is trying her absolute best to be quiet because Max and El are a few rooms down and afterward she makes dinner for them and El goes “We’re those happy screams” and Billy can’t stop laughing at her embarrassed expression😭

this was supposed to be short but it’s actually quite long i’m v sorry anon (GAH IM NOT HAPPY W THE ENDING BUT U KNOW IM POSTING ANYWAYS)

content warnings: smut 16+ (p in v), oral (m receiving) mild dacryphilia, (kind of) breathplay (??), face fucking, billy’s a lil bit soft for reader<33

“F-fuck!” you squeal, head lolling as you bounce yourself with vigour onto Billy’s cock. His hands guide your hips at a brutal pace, lifting and dropping you back onto him until you’re crying.

His broad hand flies to cover your drooling mouth in an effort to keep you quiet; he grunts, cradling the back of your head with the other hand and pulling you to the juncture of his neck. He removes the hand from your kiss bitten lips as soon as he’s got you firmly fixed against his skin and you begin to mouth at his jaw, sucking, kissing, biting.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs lowly, clasping your hand in his as you grab for his hair. “‘ve got ya, calm down.”

“Feels too good,” you mumble, teary eyed. He coos mockingly, the gentle thumb that comes up to push away your tears contrasting his mean tone.

“My baby’s fucked dumb already?” You nod, too high on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you to register that he’s teasing. It’s not long until your legs ache and you start to slow, frustrated by how close you are but not quite being able to get there.

“‘s alright, just hold on to me,” Billy instructs, pushing you back and fucking up into you meanly. You try your utmost to keep quiet until Billy sticks three calloused digits down your throat, stretching your mouth to accommodate them. The action alone makes you clench around him; the vibrations of your moans against his fingers go straight to his cock. He laughs. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore?”

Your noises are high and strung out and completely incoherent; he slows and deepens his movements, hitting the sweet spot inside of you that has you turning white hot and seizing up.

“Mmh, cumm-ing…” you manage to choke out around his fingers.

You squirm and convulse, trying to push him away, but he fucks you through it, letting you pull cruelly at his curly locks as you thrash. Once your sounds grow short and sharp, he knows you’ve had enough and pulls out, tugging at his dick.

“In my mouth,” you breathe out. “Please.” He smirks, pulling you to the end of your bed so your tear streaked face hangs off of the edge. He grabs two fistfuls of your hair, pushing in until he hits the back of your throat.

“Shit, fuckin’ tight, jesus,” he swears, using your throat as a fleshlight. Every time you gag around him, he moans. “Oh, yeah. This keepin’ that slutty mouth quiet?”

You’d answer if you could, but you’re preoccupied with stifling your gurgling sounds as you gasp for air, nose pressed against his balls.

“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.” He pushes all the way in, holding your nostrils shut as he shoots his load straight down your throat with a stuttered moan. You slap at his thighs, your head growing fuzzy the longer he cuts off your air supply, until eventually he lets go, grinning as you crawl up the bed and gasp.

He sits himself next to you, opening his arms ever so slightly. It’s the most invitation you’ll get from him, so you take it, crawling into his lap. It’s quiet as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck, until he breaks the silence with a,

“You did good.”

Your eyelids flutter and you give him a dopey smile; you startle when you feel his own arms wrap around you and tug your naked form closer. Cuddling is a completely new concept for him; he seems to enjoy being this close to you, almost as though you’re one person.

You give yourself a minute to enjoy his closeness, eyes shut as you doze quietly against him, and then you’re pushing yourself away despite his almost silent protests.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you pull your clothes back on, doing your best to hide the array of bruises littered over your skin.

“I told the girls I’d make them dinner, remember?” You snag one of his t-shirts and pull it over your head, inhaling his strong scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes.

“Yeah, I remember.” He stands and pulls his clothes back on, kissing your jaw.

It’s mostly quiet as you get to work on dinner for the girls. Billy sits and watches you from the table, lips quirking into a smile as you hop around, plating things up and setting the table.

You call the girls for dinner and they bound down the stairs eagerly, sitting opposite where you and Billy have situated yourselves. They eat in silence, every so often exchanging snickers that have you cocking an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

El turns to face you, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part as she whispers, as though the two of you are sharing a secret.

“Were those happy screams?”

You choke on a mouthful of pasta, hands flying to cover your stricken face. You can just about make out Billy’s smug, grinning expression from beside you and you elbow him. He laughs, leaning towards El.

“Yeah, those were very happy screams.”

“Billy, shut up!”

“What?”

You’re mortified, and you spend the rest of the meal dead silent, your face burning.

“Babe, it’s not a big deal,” Billy laughs, seemingly amused by your humiliation.

“Yeah, for you! Cos you can be all smug about it. It’s embarrassing for me!”

Max coughs, nudging your foot under the table.

“It’s okay. If it’s any consolation, we didn’t even hear that much.”

You hide your face, rigid as Billy tugs you into his lap. The rumble of his chest as he laughs makes you purse your lips primly and bat at his chest.

“You’re so mean!”

“It’s funny!”

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Ty's Kinktober | 6. Fucking Machine with Billy Hargrove

Warnings: Daddy kink, slight voyeurism, smoking, dom!Billy, sub!reader, first time squirting, brief fingering and

A/N: I don't know that I will have time to write much the next couple days so here is a little Billy until I can play catch up probably on Sunday. TOMORROW I GET MARRIED!

Billy Hargrove was toxic.

He pushed you past your limits. He wasn't nice about it either. There was always drama and unnecessary aggression.

Unfortunately, for every danger and negative aspect detailing your relationship, there was an equally fulfilling adventure.

You were always the good girl. Good grades, sweet as pie, and certainly not anyone that would normally be involved with someone like Billy Hargrove. No one believed you when you said you were dating him.

He'd let girls flirt with him right in front of you because you wouldn't say a thing. He liked riding you up, making you quietly boil over with jealousy so he could cuddle up with you later and make you all soft and pliant with the silk of his voice and tender teases of his hands.

That was the thing about him, as cruel and vicious as he was, he was sweet and addictive just as much. A ridiculous and dangerous combination. He may bite you waitress's head off when she brought you something you didn't order, but he was ready to fight for you at any given moment. And the things he does with his tongue... maddening.

You let him talk you into these types of situations because as scary as they sound, you've only ever experienced pleasure beyond your capacity with him. And tonight was no different.

Your legs were already week from orgasms. Your whole-body slick with sweat and other fluids, quaking on the duvet cover that was all sorts of fucked up by now. Still panting, sprawled out on your stomach, you watch Billy move around the bedroom. His jeans were still open, and you could see his softening cock still peeking out of the curls at the top.

You don't even remember what you had been mad about now, brain so fogged over with the three, sticky orgasms he'd drawn out of you before finishing deep inside. It was leaking out; you could feel it sliding over the sensitive skin of your cunt.

He moves towards the closet after lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. Billy spares a glance back at you, a warm amusement filling his face, making you gooey. It twists into a malicious grin. "I got you something, baby girl."

You give a happy little hum and watch him dig through the bottom of the closet. There was a large, unfamiliar black box that he hoists. You frown, still catching your breath against the mattress as he lets it bounce up by the pillows. It takes you a second to recognize that there was a small hole on the end.

Finally, you roll to look closer. Apparently, he has to set it up because he just continues to grin around the dangling cigarette. A short silver bar is attached to the end of it first. A cord dangles off it.

"What is it?" You finally hum.

"It's for when I'm spent, but I'm not done with you. Like tonight."

"But I'm spent," you whine to him softly. "Sore," you add, hoping it'll let him relent... Billy never relents though. He's insatiable, even when he's sated. He fixes you with a look and you sigh. Only to watch him attach a solid black piece of silicone to the end. Your brows raise at the equipment in front of you. "What is that?" You ask with a little more apprehension.

Billy straightens and passes you a dark look. "Oh, I think you know. Hands and knees." Your eyes widen up at him and then you crawl forward. The bed dips as he adjusts the heavy equipment behind you. "Good girl." His purr is accompanied by his hands guiding you into position, face first into the soiled sheets and dragging your hips back to meet the silicone behind you.

"Billy, not too much tonight, please," you whimper as he guides you so easily back onto the torturous toy. You gasp as it splits you open in a different way than his cock usually does.

Your boyfriend doesn't answer you as a mechanical rumble stirs behind you, followed shortly by the slow start up of a pistoning motion. You gasp as your slowly split open.

"Mmm, there we go, atta girl." He backs off, hands leaving yours as he wanders around all angles to admire the scene you had little fight for. Instead, you're just steadily getting fucked into the mattress while he watches. He shuffles back against dresser and hops up onto it to smoke his cigarette more appropriately.

He grins at you, kicking his feet like a child as you are left with a pace that is wearing your soreness away and leaving you keyed up in a different way. Already you wanted it faster. To help with that you bounce your hips back into it to get a little more friction.

"I thought you were sore," he taunts.

"N-need it fast... faster," you tell him. "D-does it go faster?" Billy chuckles at that and nods.

"It goes a lot faster. Do you like your gift?"

"Yes, Daddy," you moan. He hums in response, taking another drag.

"Reach back with your right hand, the dial is on the right side. Play with your toy, sweetheart." You sigh in relief that he's decided to be so kind to you tonight, but you should know better. The moment your fingers reach for the dial he tells you the condition.

"But you have to turn it all the way up, honey, and I'll know if it's not."

He had the advantage of knowing what exactly the fastest speed was, you did not. It could be a brutal pace for all you knew. It could hurt. You hesitate for a moment, but then realize that the pace here was going to kill you.

So you crank it.

The machine shouts its effort as your moans crescendo. You grasp for the sheets beneath you. It was, in fact, brutal. Your legs shake as it batters into you. You sink you hips with it, attempting to hold yourself up but angle it just so.

"That's it, make yourself feel good." You sob into the bed below you as obsenely wet noises slap from behind you. The dildo begins to plunge against your g-spot with a fire. You're getting louder and louder with the quickly approaching sensation that it brings. Another orgasm. "Gonna cum?" Billy mocks from his perch on the dresser.

He's blurry from the tears welling in your eyes. They're spilling over your cheeks as hiccups begin with you. You nod at him, hair scraping over the sheets below you.

"Please?" You whimper. "Please can I?"

He chuckles quietly, "Go ahead, baby. Let it all go."

And you do with a wail and a gush between your thighs. It doesn't quit until he's snatching the entire thing off the bed. You gasp, not seeing him move but the crash has you worried he broke the gift he'd gotten you.

"Fuck, did you just squirt?" He demands, easy playfulness burned out of his voice and replaced with an almost angry calliber.

You feel like jelly, sobbing into the mattress. Billy flips you over to investigate. His fingers slip in despite the push of your pelvic floor and he curls his fingers to milk more fluids from you. You whimper below him, too exhausted to fight despite the overstimulations.

"Holy shit," he murmurs. "You like it better than me?" He demands and you immediately shake your head at him. He snatches your jaw. "Don't lie to me."

"Liked... liked you watching, Daddy." He blinks in surprise at that and then his hold loosens on your face.

"Alright, alright, I'm gonna fuck you again and then we'll get you cleaned up." Your eyes roll back as he flips his cock out and easily sinks back into you. "Oh, shit..." He groans.

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Orson Welles on Woody Allen.

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Drowning In You

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader 

Summary: 

Spending the summer working as a lifeguard at Hawkins Pool with Billy Hargrove was probably something most girls would kill for. You - you were mostly just lucky that you hadn’t killed Billy yet. Until one day… when wanting to kill him became something else entirely. Something very dangerous, and very beautiful for the both of you. 

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader. Smut. Set between Season 2 and Season 3. 

Word Count: 22,100 

Stranger Things Masterlist 

AO3 Link 

Full warnings and author’s notes under the cut.

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[sobleedstherose]

New Found Confidence

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: Shy reader doesn't realize Billy's snuck into her bedroom. But Billy doesn't realize reader's feeling themselves in the bathroom mirror.

Warnings: Minors do not react!! Heavy on the use of a fem described body, Billy says good girl, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please use protection), swearing, dirty talk, Billy is LOUD.

Word count: 2K

A/N: ((This is not my gif, all credit goes to the owner.)) Once again these are always between two consenting adults.

I guess you could consider this a part 2 to Use Your Words. It's literally been months of writers block and so many of you have asked for more of this. I'm so sorry for the wait, but also thank you for actually being interested. That's pretty cool!!

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Billy couldn’t get the events of the drive-in out of his head. It was all he could think about, even days later. He took you home that night, blush still lingering on your cheeks from the slight embarrassment you had felt. It was washed away when Billy kissed your face repeatedly, soothing your worries away. “Don’t worry baby, you sounded beautiful. I know if anyone heard you they would have gotten hot and bothered. Just like you made me.” He whispered between kisses.

It was hands down one of the best nights he’d ever had and all he wanted was to get those sweet words out of your mouth again. 

A few nights later he got the idea in his head to sneak into your bedroom. He came in through the window. Smirking to himself when he could hear your shower going, realizing he popped in at the perfect moment.

He slid his jacket off, strategically setting it by your bathroom door so you’d spot it first. Then after kicking off his boots, he stretched out on your bed. He had a perfect view from the pillows to watch you walk out.

The anticipation of waiting made the ache he had for you grow. He couldn’t wait to have you crying and shaking underneath him like he had before.

Billy heard the water shut off and your soft movements assuming you were drying off. 

You wrapped the towel you had on the counter around your body. Taking a swipe at the steam covered mirror, you looked over your features. Your wet hair clung to your skin, water droplets slowly sliding down. You turned slowly, looking over the curves of your body. For once you felt actually hot, really feeling yourself in the mirror. So much so you let the towel slip from your body. 

You slowly caressed your bare skin and ran your hands down the curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts. The goosebumps that followed ignited your skin. It was like you were discovering yourself for the first time. An unknown sense of confidence came pouring out of you. 

The sight of yourself in the mirror in such a lewd way made your heart race. The air of confidence made you explore even further, slipping your hand lower and  lower until you reached the heat between your legs. 

Sure you had touched yourself plenty of times but never in this way. It felt so dirty, and even more you imagined what Billy would do if he was there. What it would be like if your hands were his hands. The way he would look standing behind you, lazily circling your clit with his fingers while he whispered filthy things in your ear. His hand would wrap gently around your neck as his fingers began to speed up.

Before you knew it you were a whimpering mess, melting away as you continued touching yourself. You were so close as you watched yourself in the reflection, falling closer and closer until you heard a loud bang coming from your bedroom. Your heart practically leaped from your chest.

“Is someone in my room?” You said to yourself. Surely not. Your parents left about an hour ago, announcing they’d be gone all night. Still, you quickly wrapped your towel around your body, exiting the bathroom to see what made the loud noise.

As you came into the room you tripped over an object laying on the floor. Reaching down you immediately recognized it as Billy’s jacket. As that realization hit you heard a low snicker coming from your bed, making you jump out of your skin.

“Hey, beautiful.” Billy called from the other side of the bedroom.

“Jesus christ, Billy!” You hollered, tossing his jacket to him.

He busted out laughing, catching the jacket, then tossing it to the side of him.

“Wow I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He said through a wide grin.

“I am, you just scared me.” Your hand came to your chest as your heart was still racing. “What was that loud noise I heard?”

“Oh that? I knocked over your lamp.” He said touching the shade.  “I’ve been here for a minute actually. I heard the water shut off a while ago. What were you doing in there?” He eyed you up and down in your towel, a smirk still on his face. “Why is your face so red? Were you thinking about me?” 

There was no way he knew what you were actually doing, but Billy loved to tease. The bit of confidence you had was still bubbling up inside of you, so you decided to do it back.

“I was actually.” You whispered. “I was touching myself in front of the mirror.”

Billy’s eyes grew wide. You heard him swallow and saw his fist clench. And even though your heart was still racing, you willed your legs to move forward to stand in front of him. He scooted towards the edge of the bed so that you were now standing between his legs. 

He reached up to rub your arms. “Were you picturing me touching you?” He said, looking up at your face. 

You nodded and reached for your towel, letting it slide off your body. He had seen your body plenty of times but this was the first time you were completely bare to him like this. It made his breath hitch as his eyes followed every inch of you. He couldn’t help it as he reached forward, grabbing your hips. You gasped and grabbed at his hair as his lips left a trail of light kisses across your stomach. He let his hands slide further down your hips and around to grip your ass.

“Come here pretty girl.” He whispered up at you as he pulled you on to his lap, your legs on either side of his.

He let his hands continue roaming with one hand and gripped your neck with the other, pulling you to his lips. He let a long sigh pass through his lips as he kissed you like he was starving. His rough hands pulled you to him, crushing your hips down onto his. Then he reached for your breast, massaging it in his large palm.

Billy finally broke his bruising kisses to kiss and nip at your chest, leaving beautiful marks behind. You couldn’t help the soft moans that came out of you. Your hips began rocking against his as he continued marking you up.

A low groan escaped from him when he felt your heat grind on his nearly painful erection. He couldn’t take it anymore as he flipped you over on your back. Eyeing you from his place above he slid his thumb across your bruised lips, letting it slip between them. His eyes nearly rolled back when you harshly sucked on it.

Keeping it there, he started taking off his belt. Letting it hit the floor, he unzipped his jeans to free his aching cock from its confinement. Slowly he stroked himself, letting his jaw fall slack. He almost got lost in the feeling before you slipped his thumb from your mouth and spoke up.

“Billy, wait.” You said urgently. 

All movement stopped, and his eyes grew wide. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I just, I want-” You couldn’t get the words out, your new found confidence slipping.

“What do you want, baby? Take your time.” He whispered, sitting up and stroking your thighs.

You sat up too, thinking if you couldn’t say it, at least you could show him. Your hands grabbed at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. Billy caught on, helping you get it over his head and tossed it to the floor. You just sat staring at his chest, letting your hands rest there, feeling the tight muscles that ran across it. You continued across his broad shoulders.

Billy couldn’t help staring down at you in complete fascination, letting you explore. He bit into his bottom lip when he felt your soft lips kiss his chest. He gripped your wrist when he felt it slide into his jeans.

“I think you need to ask permission, darling.” He smirked. 

Of course he wanted you to touch him there. But nothing got him off more than the tease, making you wait, making you beg for it. 

“Let me touch you.” You whimpered.

Billy let your wrist go. “Good girl.”

Your hand slid down the underside of his shaft. Billy inhaled deeply when you gripped him at his base. It made you giddy getting a reaction out of him like this. You looked up into his eyes as your hand came up and then slowly went back down. His breath came out in small pants as you stroked him nice and slow. Taking your time, driving him wild.

He let you continue for a short time, but he knew who was really in charge. Gripping your hair in his fists he went back for your lips, nearly crushing them with his. Gently, he laid you back down.

You laid there waiting as Billy sat up for a moment to slip his jeans and boxers off, letting it collect on the floor. Crawling back up your body he let himself rest between your legs. Instinctively you wrapped them around his hips. 

Billy could feel how soaked you were when his tip met with your folds. He moaned at the feeling of your heat and without waiting any longer, slid into you. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. The stretch of his cock was exactly what you needed to soothe the ache between your legs.

“Fuck your pussy feels so good. You’re gripping me so hard.” He groaned

Billy put his weight on his arms, so he could stare down where the two of you connected.

“Such a good fucking girl. Look at you taking me so well.” 

His words were making you whine and shake under him. He already had you drunk on the feeling. He continued pounding you into the mattress, but he was still watching his member enter you over and over again. The sound of your wet pussy taking him nearly tipping him over the edge.

He gripped your jaw forcing you to look where he was. “I said look.” He demanded.

You looked down watching his thick cock come out and then disappear in quick strokes. The intimacy of it had you crying out his name.

“You like that baby?” He said, still gripping your jaw to make you look at him.

You nodded but he shook his head. “No, say it. Tell me how much you love it.”  

He let go of your jaw and pounded into you even harsher, causing you to grip his shoulders, the bedsheets, anything to hold on. 

Tears were streaming down your face. “I love it. I love it. Oh god please don’t stop.” You begged.

He continued moving his hips, loving the way your cries sounded. He could feel your pussy fluttering around him, the grip making him grab on to your hair, pulling you down on to him even further. 

That was it, you were done for. Every movement, he was hitting the perfect spot inside you. It had your stomach twisting in knots. You screamed his name as your orgasm hit you. 

“God I can feel you cumming. You’re gripping me so fucking tightly. Your cunt is sucking me in.” He moaned. 

Billy was never quiet, but tonight was the loudest you’ve ever heard him. He was losing his mind, by the time he pulled out of you. His loud moans slipped from his mouth as he continued stroking his cock with his hand. Ropes of cum hitting your stomach and breasts.

His breathing was heavy as his strokes slowed down and finally stopped. He kissed your lips before falling on his back next to you. A long groan leaving him in bliss.

You both caught your breath before looking at each other. Billy grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it.

“I love fucking you.” He sighed 

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Ride It Hard - Mechanic!Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary - Your car breaks down and an old friend helps you out

Warnings - Strong language / Use of Y/N / Unprotected sex (PiV) / Fingering / Pain kink

Word Count - 6.1K

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"Piece of shit!"

Your car sputtered to a stop, smoke starting to plume from the hood. You had ran out of gas about 8 miles back, having made the decision to skip the last gas station just to get home a bit quicker. A decision you now regretted. You had gone to visit your parents in Georgia for a few days and was now making your way back home to Hawkins, Indiana. But alas, here you were, on a long winding road somewhere near Weathertop Hill with no phone to call for help. Truthfully, you weren't too far from home, much too far to walk of course, but if you were lucky, you could wait for someone to drive by and drop you off. Someone nice, you hoped.

With a huff, you shut off your engine and stepped out of the car, trying your best to ignore the chill. It wasn't an ideal time for your car to break down. It was the transition period from summer to autumn. The leaves were falling, the days were starting to get shorter and the air was getting colder. Clouds hung low in the sky, threatening a heavy downpour, and distant thunder rolled nearer. You prayed that someone would drive by before nightfall, or at least before it rained. You slammed the door shut, but not before grabbing your cardigan from the passenger seat. You opened the hood, coughing as you wafted the smoke away with your hands so you could see what you were dealing with. The smoke finally cleared, but it had made no difference. Your knowledge of cars, or rather lack there of, kept your brain fogged as you stared blankly at the car's engine.

With a sigh of discouragement, you slammed the hood shut and tried your best to remember how far of a walk it was to Hess Farm. If you remembered correctly, it was about three and a half miles East. You could walk it, it would only take about an hour, maybe 45 minutes at a push. You could get there quickly, have Farmer Hess call for a tow-truck, and get a ride back home with enough time to have a shower before The Golden Girls started. Yeah, that sounded like a better idea. Who knows how long it would take for another car to drive by.

Clunk.

A single droplet of rain landed right on the hood of your car. You looked to the sky and another landed on your chin. It was cold, you would describe it a refreshing after almost being suffocated by hot car fumes, only it looked like you weren't walking anywhere anytime soon, not unless you wanted to be sick in bed for a week. 

All at once, the clouds spat out their droplets, soaking you to the skin almost instantaneously. With a gasp, you quickly rushed to get back into your car and out of the rain. You pulled on the handle, then pulled again, and once more. But it was no use. The door was firmly shut.

With your car keys inside. 

"You fucking idiot." You grumbled at yourself, crossing your arms and letting the rain pour over you in defeat. 

You guessed you had no choice now but to walk to Hess Farm. You shivered when a strong gust blew over you, washing you in more rain and practically blinding you. Pulling your cardigan closer, although it didn't help much, you started to make your way to the farm. The rain beat down on you in cartoonishly large drops, so strongly it felt more like the flow of a river than a rain shower. It hissed along the road and filled pot holes into miniature rockpools. You took no less than ten paces from your car when you heard it, even over the rain. 

Drumming - loud drumming, and then a guitar. It was muffled, barely distinguishable, but you could hear it coming closer and closer. You turned to where it was coming from, just in time to see a van swerve around the corner, much to wild for the weather conditions. But that didn't matter to you right now, there was someone who could help you. You stepped into the middle of the road, waving your arms above your head to get the drivers attention. You breathed a sigh of relief when the van slowed down and pulled up beside you. 

The window rolled down and the music lowered. "Long time, no see Stranger."

"Eddie?!"

You knew Eddie from high school. You were friendly to each other and you had even joined his Hellfire Club whenever they needed a sub. But you wouldn't consider yourselves friends, in fact, you didn't know what you were. Or rather, had been. There had been times where you were more than friendly with each other; making out in the back of his van as a thank you when he dropped you off home after Hellfire, or running a hand up your thigh in the school library instead of studying like he had asked in the first place. But that was it, no matter how much you wanted him, it never went further than that. You wished he would've made a move, but maybe he just wasn't interested in you the way you were in him. It felt like it was a whole lot of erotic build up for nothing. You hadn't even exchanged numbers, which is probably why you hadn't seen or spoken to him in the year since leaving school. In all truthfulness you hadn't thought of Eddie much since leaving school, despite the minor crush that you had had on him. 

Eddie leaned over to open the passenger door, "Hop in."

"But, my car..."

"I've gotta tow in the back, don't worry. Just get in, I'll sort it."

You gratefully jumped in, cringing when your soaked clothes started seeping into the material of his car seat. You looked at him apologetically, but he just smirked at you before opening his door and jumping out.

"Eddie!"

You could hear him laughing as he moved to open the back of the van. You looked behind you to see him foraging through the jumble to find his tow, positively drenched. There was a quiet "Got'cha" and he pulled out the rope. He made quick work tying it to the towing hitch on his van and then jogging to attach it to your car. He ran back quickly, jumping back into the drivers seat. He made an uncomfortable squish sound as he plopped into his seat, rain dripping from his tight-ringed curls, and running down his leather jacket. You stared at him speechlessly.

"What?" Eddie breathed as he started his van.

"You're crazy." You laughed, shaking your head to yourself and putting your seat belt on, remembering how crazy he could drive. 

You thought for sure he would have waited for the rain to die down a bit before going out there. If you remembered what he was like in high school correctly, there was no way he would have ruined his hair like that. Perhaps he had gotten his priorities straight after school? If you were being completely honest, his hair didn't look that bad. Sure, it was lacking in volume and lay flat on his head, but his chocolate coils hung so delicately and product free thanks to the rain - they were naturally beautiful. You watched a drip fall from his fringe. It landed softly on the tip of his nose, steadily running down to his philtrum and pooling on his cupids bow. You watched as he licked it from his lips.

Eddie had felt you staring, but kept his eyes on the road. "So what happened to your car?"

"Ran out of gas." You groaned, sitting back and diverting your eyes to the road too. "I think I might have broken something. My car started smoking when it stopped." 

"You drive on an empty tank?"

"Yeah, is that bad?"

"Yeah, you probably damaged your fuel tank."

You turned to him, impressed. Although he could be talking out of his ass and you wouldn't know the difference. "You know about cars?"

"You know the Motorbay Auto Repair shop by Motel 6?"

"Yeah, you work there?"

"Ever since I graduated." He smiled at you, but it was more like a smile of pride for himself. 

The majority of Eddie's life he had been told he wasn't going to make it. He would never graduate and he'd be stuck in a dead-end job, and that was if he didn't end up becoming a drifter. You could remember graduation like it was yesterday, maybe because Eddie had made it more memorable for you. You remember how he had almost stumbled up the steps to receive his diploma, the way he had snatched it from Principle Higgins' hands while giving him the middle finger, and how he grabbed your hand after you had both gotten your diplomas and had a celebratory make out in the empty school hallway. You wondered where those days had gone. You hadn't realised how much you had actually missed Eddie until now. It was like how the desert gets used to a rainless sky, but then when it showers over the sand, it craves to thwart the draught.

"I could take a look at it for you, if you'd like?" Eddie continued. "My Uncle Wayne might have some spare parts lying around."

"I don't have any money with me."

"Y/N, do you seriously think I would charge you? Besides, who would I be to take money from a damsel in distress?"

You smiled at him and thanked him for the offer, which you had appreciatively took. Eddie took a left, going the opposite direction to your house and made his way to his. Without thinking, Eddie placed a hand on your thigh, stroking his thumb gently along the fabric of your jeans. You tried not to clench them together, you didn't think he realised how high he had placed his hand. But at the same time, you didn't object. The heat of his palm was nice on your cold and wet thigh in a way that felt familiar. All of those times Eddie had picked you up, or took you back home, he always drove with a hand on your thigh. You used to call him out for it, telling him he had to keep both hands on the wheel, but you didn't this time. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence the rest of the way, with you looking behind every now and then to make sure your car was still attached. The rain had started to soften, not hanging around for long - just enough for the duration of your drive. You could feel the mud mush under the vans wheels as Eddie parked in front of his trailer. He was still living with his uncle, but assessing the missing car out front, he wasn't home. In all fairness, you couldn't judge. If your parents hadn't decided to move out of Hawkins, you would probably still be living with them to. After all, you were still living in your childhood home to this day.

The clouds were spitting out pathetic drops every now and then, but nothing for you to worry about. Not that it mattered, you and Eddie were still soaked. The two of you jumped out of his van, Eddie jogging around to your side to open the door for you like the gentleman he was. You followed him into his trailer, trying not to wince at the feeling of wet clothes stuck to your skin. Eddie quickly ran off, cleaning up bits of clutter along the way, and you took the time to look around. Despite your history, this was the first time you had stepped foot in his trailer. You took your shoes off by the front door, noticing that you were standing on carpet. The trailer was a mess, to put it nicely. You could tell his Uncle had been away for the day; clothes randomly strewn about the place, couch cushions had fallen onto the floor, ripped envelopes and pieces of mail thrown onto the coffee and dining table. But that didn't take away from the cosiness of it all. There was nothing worse to you than going to someone's house and it looking completely lifeless - like no one even lived there. Where you're too scared to touch anything in case it might break, or when everything is perfectly polished and it made you feel grubby. Besides, it felt very ... Eddie. You didn't have much more time to look around when Eddie came back from (what you assumed was) the bathroom with a towel bunched in his hands. He handed it to you and you immediately got to drying the hair that was uncomfortably sticking to your forehead and the nape of your neck. Your eyes followed him as he walked to the washing machine by the hallway. You ignored the water stain on the carpet and watched him reach into the laundry basket and pull out another towel, giving a sniff to make sure it was clean before drying his own hair.

"I'm gonna get changed and then I'll take a look at your car." Eddie said, walking backwards into the hallway.

"Do you maybe have something I can change into?"

He stopped in his tracks, staring at you like he was thinking hard. His eyes lit up, "I'll be right back."

He didn't take long. He came back wearing an oversized tank top that was cut low under the armpits, showing off the delicious shape of his ribcage. He had paired it with an old pair of ripped, oil stained jeans , of which the front of his tank top had been tucked into. These were obviously clothes he didn't mind getting dirty, but you worried that they would be much too cold. Although, you wouldn't object if kept them on. This was the most of Eddie you had ever seen. You guessed working at an Auto Repair shop was a work out, because his arm muscles looked much more defined than you remembered them being, and the shape of his pecks peeked out from the neck of his tank.

"Here." He smirked at you.

You hadn't even noticed that he had been holding out a bundle of clothes for you. Heat rose to your cheeks as you took the clothes from him. Yeah, he had definitely seen you checking him out. 

"Give me your car keys, and I'll make a start." He kept his hand held out.

"Umm, that might be a problem."

"What do you mean?"

"The keys are in the car."

"You mean you locked your keys in your car!?" He rubbed his forehead in disbelief. 

"Maybe..." You dragged out, rocking from side to side innocently. 

He sighed. "Alright, I'll sort it, you get changed. Bathroom's the first door on the right."

He made his way outside, leaving his trailer door open, causing a chill to run along your body. You quickly moved to the bathroom, peeling your clothes from your skin and drying your body off with the towel. Reaching for the shirt, you unfolded it and held it in front of you. It was a 3/4 length black sleeve on a white tee, with the large head of a horned devil dead centre. Above it in thick letters read the iconic: Hellfire Club. You laughed to yourself as you put it on - of all the shirts he had, he had to give you this one. You had secretly wanted one, but you had never played frequent enough to be considered part of the club, despite how much Dustin, Lucas and Mike would say you were. It fell just below your backside, definitely too short not to wear something underneath. You picked up the bottoms he gave you and rolled your eyes. Of course he had given you a pair of his boxers to wear. You put them on anyways and walked back out into the kitchen area. You stopped to watch Eddie from the window as he bent over the engine of your car. Those jeans may be old, but they did wonders for his ass. 

A cold breeze whipped around your bare legs and snapped you out of it. You remembered Eddie had left the door open. There was no way he wasn't freezing out there. You hoped he wouldn't mind when you started to search through his cupboards for some mugs, deciding it was probably best not to use the ones hanging on display in the living room. You picked two random ones you could find; one in the shape of He-man, and another with Big Bird on the front. You started boiling some water on the stove to make some coffee for you and Eddie, getting distracted every now and then when you watched him from the kitchen window. You filled the mugs, poured a little milk in each, and then tidied and washed your mess. Finding an old pair of sandals by the door, you slipped them on and carried the two cups of coffee outside. You were careful not to trip over the oversized footwear as you walked down the steps. Eddie stuck his head out from under the hood and straightened himself as you approached. 

"Hey, how did you get the hood up?" You questioned, handing him the He-man shaped cup. He pulled your car keys from his back pocket and dangled them in front of you. "How did you get in?"

"My dad may have taught me a few tricks." He picked up a duct tape covered sick off the ground. "You see, you tape it to the window and then use it as a lever to pull the window down. It's pretty neat, but I wouldn't recommend leaving your keys in the car again. I could damage the door mechanism if I had to do it again."

"Noted." You took a sip of your coffee and then placed it down, balancing it on the side of your car. 

"Hey, be careful with that."

"Calm down, it's just a car."

"Just a car?" He looked at you like you were a mad woman. "This is a mechanical work of art, not a cup holder." 

He plucked up your mug and moved it, as well as his after taking a sip, to the floor of his van. He had left the door open from when he was scrounging around for duct tape.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling, but it didn't stop the smile stretching on your face. You saw him looking at your lips when he approached you again. "I didn't realise you felt so strongly about cars."

"I just think you gotta treat them right, you know." He leaned against your car, crossing his arms over his chest. You didn't miss the way his eyes travelled up the length of your legs before they met yours. He licked his lips. "Cars are like people; you look after them and they'll look after you. But you can't just treat a car like it's anybody, you gotta treat it like it's the most beautiful woman that you wanna keep around forever."

"Oh really?" You moved to stand next to him, also leaning against the car. The denim of his jeans scratched against your thigh. You hadn't realised you stood that close, but neither of you moved. "Please explain."

"Well, you gotta look after it, treat it well and it'll satisfy you." Your eyes widened slightly and you gulped when he stepped closer to you, your breath mingling. "You gotta be gentle with it," he stroked a finger down your cheek to the softness of your bottom lip, "and then when you ride it, you ride it hard."

Those cliché sparks had ignited a blazing passion deep inside of you. You cleared your throat to snuff it out. "Not all women like it hard."

"Oh yeah? What about you, Princess? How do you like it?" He placed a finger under your chin and forced your eyes to his. "You like it soft and slow?"

Your desire was concealed behind a see through disguise. He could see the fire burning in your irises. He dipped his head to the junction of your neck, stopping before he could press his lips there. The soft fan of his breath gave you chills. "Is this okay?"

"Yes." You breathed. It had been so long since you had felt like this.

He replaced his finger with his lips, placing a tender kiss to the underside of your chin. He continued to trail them down your neck, so light and feather-soft that your eyes fluttered shut. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

You nodded wordlessly, whining that he had stopped. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer so your bodies pressed together. "I love how desperate you always are for me." And he continued to kiss your neck. He went straight to your sweet spot, clearly he had remembered, and pressed a silky kiss there. 

But you wanted more. 

And he could tell.

"Is this pace good enough for you?"

"More." It was a breathless whisper. "Please." You added.

He began suckling and licking at your flesh, eating you alive like a god damn vampire. You moaned aloud at the feeling and threaded your fingers through his hair. His fingers wiggled their way under your shirt, surprisingly warm despite working in the colder weather. His hands rested there, thumbs stroking your ribs just under your boobs. You wanted nothing more than for him to grab them and play with them, but maybe not so out in the open.

He seemed to have read your mind when he pulled away and opened the back door of your car.

"Get inside." He ordered.

You complied immediately, your sandals falling off as you clambered in and laid down across the back seats. He followed you in, climbing on top of you and shutting the door behind him. Desperate to feel his lips on you again, you pulled him in, only this time you smashed your lips together. His lips were just as soft as you had remembered them, sliding over your own effortlessly. His tongue prodded at your lips as an indication for you to invite him in. And you did so welcomingly, the pair of you enjoying the coffee taste of saliva. His hands went back under your shirt, trailing higher and higher before stopping where the band of your bra should be. Only, you hadn't put it on after getting changed.

He groaned against your lips, "You're such a tease, you know that?"

"Am not" You pouted.

He kissed the pout right off your lips and moved his hands higher. His rough hands grasped your tits, kneading them deliciously and making you gasp into his mouth. The texture of his palms rubbed against your nipples and you arched your back into him, moaning.

"You make such pretty sounds, Sweetheart."

Taking full advantage of your arched back, he made quick work of taking his your shirt off. Goose bumps broke out across your skin and your nipples pebbled at the cold. He stared at you in awe, asking himself why he had never gone this far before. 

He noticed your goose bumps. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll get you warmed up real soon." His voice was deep and gravely, and it went straight to your core.

You moaned again when his lips attached themselves to your chest, suckling love bites all over and using his tongue to flick around your nipples. Your hands combed through his hair again, pulling slightly at the damp tangles, but he didn't seem to mind. His mess of curls tickled against your skin and you collected it in your hands. Using the hair tie around your wrist, you pulled his hair back into a low bun. He allowed you to play with his hair, actually preferring it out of his way as he continued to kiss at your chest. Your hips impulsively thrusted upwards, trying to feel him against you, but you were met with nothing as he pulled away from you. You had no complaints though when he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the pale expanse of his torso. He didn't give you enough time to admire it when he brought his lips to yours again, forcing his tongue between them to play with your own. He shivered when your blunt nails raked down his chest. You could feel his stomach tense when they trailed below his belly button and through his happy trail. You carried on down to his jeans and fiddled with his buttons before pulling down his zipper. He pulled away from you again, clumsily pulling his jeans off and sticking his tongue out in concentration, being careful not to squish you.  

After successfully removing them, he pulled your bodies together, flesh to flesh and hips to hips. He grinded himself against you, the bulge of his erection gently prodding at your clit causing you to moan. You could feel your slick dampening your panties, allowing them to glide over your clit as he moved his hips against yours. You moulded your lips back with his, whining against them as your way of telling him you were getting impatient.

"What's the matter, Sweetheart?" He teased, stopping his hips altogether. 

"Please Eddie, I need more."

"But you sound so pretty when you beg." He rasped in your ear before nibbling on the lobe.

"Please don't tease me Eddie. I've been waiting for you to do this since high school."

"Oh yeah?" He pulled back, looking into your eyes with a smirk on his lips. "Then it wont hurt to wait a little longer."

"Eddie!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking, Baby." He laughed. "Now, tell me what you want."

"Touch me, please."

"And where would you like me to touch you m'lady?"

"You know where, Eddie."

He laughed at your bluntness, smiling against your lips when he kissed you again. He placed his palm flat on your stomach before going down slowly. Finally his finger tips slipped under the band of his boxers and into your panties. The two of you groaned at the feeling, your hole dripping wet and begging to be filled. He started at your clit, spreading your slick by rubbing soft circles. You sighed with relief that he was finally touching you. Using his middle and ring finger, he started gliding downward to play with your hole before sinking inside. You moaned at the feeling of him stuffing your emptiness. His fingers were sweet torture as they moved inside of you ever so slowly.

"One more Eddie, please." You begged for him to stretch you open with a third finger.

"You think you can handle that?"

You nodded frantically, your noses bumping together. He obliged without more torment and opened you wide with a third finger. Tears sprung to your eyes. In the beginning you thought that maybe he was right, you couldn't handle it like you thought. But when he curled his fingers enticingly inside of you and collected more of your wetness, the line between pleasure and pain became blurred. The heel of his calloused palm stroked against your clit with every thrust, making your insides burn. You moaned openly into his mouth, mutterings of "just like that" and "right there" breathed onto his lips. You could feel him grinding on your leg like a dog - he was getting off on your pleasure. Your moans of his name went straight to his cock and he just couldn't help himself. He was starting to get desperate. He wanted nothing more than to find out how you would moan with his cock inside of you.

The deliberate actions of his fingers paused and he removed them from you. You gasped at the sudden emptiness, giving Eddie a frown - you were getting so close. He released a breathy laugh at your expression, placing a kiss to your lips.

"Open wide, princess."

You did so willingly, opening wide and sticking out your tongue ever to slightly to welcome his fingers. He groaned when the warmth of your tongue slid along his fingers and your cheeks hollowed to take their full length. He could just imagine how beautiful you would look with your lips wrapped around his cock.

But that would just have to wait for another time.

He pulled his fingers away from your greedy mouth, replacing them with his tongue so he could taste your sweetness. He wanted nothing more than to eat you out, to taste your sweetness from the source, but with his cock painfully straining against his boxers, he knew he had to hurry things along. He made quick work at pulling down your bottoms, and then echoing his actions with his boxers. He tried his best to withstand the hiss that was on the tip of his tongue as his cock met with the cold air.

"Ah shit, I don't have any condoms on me."

"It's fine Eddie, just pull out. I need you."

He didn't need much more convincing. "As you wish."

He rubbed the head of his cock along your slit, teasingly bumping into your clit every now and them as he lubed himself up with your juices. Your eyes rolled back when he gently pushed himself inside of you. You secretly thanked him for stretching you with his fingers before, otherwise this would be 10 times worse. But still, you moaned at the pain, a sadistic part of you enjoying it more than you probably should have. You gasped and whimpered when the head of his cock finally sank in.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Too much?"

"Not enough." You teased.

He was more than enough, there was no denying it, and Eddie knew that. There was nothing you could say that would bruise that ego of his, especially when it came to the size of his cock. You could feel him laugh against your shoulder, muttering a quiet "Alright then" before his hips snapped flush to yours.

You cried out, digging your nails into his back as he sheathed himself completely inside of you. He gave you time to adjust, trying his best not to laugh at the expression on your face. He could tell you were enjoying it, but your face was contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain - eyes rolling back before squeezing shut and your bottom lip caged between your teeth. You were certainly a sight to behold.

"Let me see those eyes, beautiful."

You pried them open, trying your hardest not to squeeze them closed again at the slow drag of his hips. He filled you up so good it was like you could feel him everywhere. Not one part of you was left untouched and you were practically sobbing. His mouth was on yours again when he rolled his hips, causing you both to gasp against each other. He was so deep inside of you, you thought for sure that he was in your stomach. His dick barely moved from inside of you as he grinded against you, the soft hair on his pubic bone tickling at your clit. You wanted more, Eddie knew this, but he was too much of a tease to let you get your own way.

"Please" You begged.

"Please what sweetheart? Go on, don't be shy. Tell me."

"Harder, please."

"But baby, I thought you liked it soft and slow?"

"C'mon Eddie, please."

"Alright, since you asked so nicely."

He pulled out, almost completely, before pounding into you. The two of you moaned at the feeling. He continued to ram into you relentlessly, finally giving you what you wanted. He tongued and kissed at your clavicle, becoming hooked on the taste of your sweat. Your heavy breaths mingled and the windows began to fog. He was becoming harder to see as the night time drew in, but the yellow glow of the street light rolled along his structures. He glowed like a radiant god, hearing your prayers and relishing in your faith to him. You gave yourself to him completely, allowing him to create an entirely new universe of pleasure for you to get lost in. You clenched around his length, sucking him in deeper and causing his breath to stutter. You did it again, loving the effect it had on him when he pulled his lip between his teeth. You tucked the loose strands that had fallen out of his bun behind his ears to see his face a bit more clearly. The soft glaze of sweat across his forehead had matted his fringe, sticking it above his eyebrows. The sweet dews trickled down his face, much like the rain had earlier, although now it was from his unabating exertion.

"Fuck, I'm so close Sweetheart." He shamelessly moaned.

You nodded in agreement, your climax was fomenting deep within you. You were constantly being pulled closer to the edge, just waiting for Eddie to make one final push to take you over. His ceaseless thrusts kept his cock shoved gloriously against all of the right places, not once did he hold back. His eyes squeezed shut and his breathing became laboured.

 "Let me see those eyes, beautiful."

His eyes snapped open at your words - the exact words he had spoken to you just moments earlier. He almost stopped his movements entirely in surprise, but he was so busy trying to chase his high, that instead he wiped the smirk off of your lips by bringing a hand to your clit.

"Be careful Princess, or I might just change my mind about letting you cum." He warned, slowing his hips, but still pressing his thumb harder to your clit, just to prove how hard he would make it for you to hold off your orgasm.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping him inside of you just in case he decided to stop completely. "No! Please Eddie, I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl, I promise." You sobbed, not even caring how pathetic you sounded. 

"I know you will, Baby." He cooed softly against your lips. While the offer to torment you was appetising, he was so close to exploding that he had no patience left in him.

His hips started up again, ploughing into you, your walls constricting around him as you drew closer and closer. Your body became tingly and your toes curled. It was like all of your nerve endings had been set alight and were now firing a sudden release of energy, sending you into euphoria. Wave after wave crashing into you and drowning you in pleasure as you finally came. 

"I can't pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that, baby."

You had hardly heard what he had said, your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears. It was only when he started pulling away, did you catch on and release him from your hold. He felt his balls tighten and pleasure steadily increasing until it was unbearable, almost painful, but he never wanted it to stop. It was a close call, but he finally pulled out of you, rubbing his length along your folds as hot cum spurted from his cock, landing on your stomach and pooling in your belly button. The moans he released had made you want him all over again, but you were far too sensitive for that. Even as he stroked the side of his length up and down your slit, he prolonged your orgasm until it was almost agonising. 

He eventually collapsed on top of you, chests pushing together with each desperate lungful of air. And in this fulfilled silence, your breathing blended with the gentle pattering of rain that rattled against the metallic body of your car. You hadn't even realised it had started raining again. It wasn't as heavy as before, but was still enough to get you wet if you tried to run back to the trailer.

Eddie had noticed it to. "Looks like were gonna be here for a while."

You nodded in agreement, fidgeting to unlodge the belt buckle that was digging into your back. Eddie's breath was cool on your skin as the two of you calmed down, shivering as the adrenaline dwindled away from you. It was truly dark now, and you hand most certainly missed the episode of The Golden Girls. 

You felt the cold even more when Eddie propped himself up on his elbows, the loss of contact with your bare skin brought you a chill. Your arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to pull him back into you, but you halted at the look on his face. His dreamy eyes conveyed a message of appreciation and sparkled with unmistakable desire.

"So," Eddie broke the silence, "you up for round two?"

A part of you for sure thought that he was going to tell you those three little words. It was naïve of you to think that he would after such a short amount of time together, but you could feel the electricity between you. Not unless a brewing lightning storm had disorientated your feelings.

"Only on one condition." You prompted, feeling ballsy.

"And what's that?"

"You take me on a date."

"Sweetheart, you read my mind."

[sobleedstherose]

so anxious

paring: em x fem reader

summary: during the walk through the upside down, Eddie was infected by sex pollen.

warnings: 18+ MDI, pure smut, language, detailed, p in v

a/n: I low-key got carried away, but I will be finishing requests!!

Your own invitation led you into Eddie's trailer. All four of them -- Robin, Stevie, Nancy and Eddie -- had just returned from the upside down. They left you behind to stay with the kids, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin. In order to ensure everyone made it home safely, you were to go and check on them. 

Robin stood next to Eddie's sofa, beckoning to herself from it as Nancy and Steve sat on his sofa. Eddie was nowhere in sight, so you began to worry. Fear filled your gut as you stood with the door still open. Everyone looked so… traumatized in their own ways.

“W-where's eddie?” you asked. Steve lifted his head up to face you, “he's in his room.” he replied. You began to walk towards the direction of Eddie's room. As soon as you approached the door, Robin guarded you.

“You can't go in there,” she said, grabbing your arm to force you back into the front of the trailer. You yanked your arm back, “why? What's wrong with him?” you asked. Everyone pierced their eyes onto you, sending you uncomfortable stares. You heard a groan of pain leave eddies room that led you to think,

“Oh my god,” you took a step backward, “ IS HE HURT? I need to see him,” you turned back around, attempting to make your way to him. This time it was Steve that got up. He rushed over to you and took you by your wrist, “sit down, y/n, we can't let you go in there,” he demanded. 

“Why not? Why are y'all keeping me from checking on my best friend? If he’s hurt, you need to tell me right now steve,” you took a step closer to steve, “i told you to keep. him. safe.” you forcefully whispered. 

Steve placed his hands on your shoulders, “y/n, if you just come over here with us, sit your manic ass down and shut the hell up, then maybe we can tell you what's going on,” he exclaimed in an erotic tone. Taking a thick gulp to your throat, you looked up at Steve and squinted your eyes, “Fine, and don't sugarcoat shit with me,” you said as you walked over towards the sofa. Steve stood at the side of the sofa with robin.

You took your seat next to nancy. She looked at you, placed her hand on your knee and said, “Eddie is… suffering,” “from what? Jesus just tell me already, what is it?” you shouted. “He's infected by sex pollen,” Robin blurted. Your headshot to the three of them, in confusion, “what- how?” you asked. 

“We were walking through the upside down, avoiding all vines and bats. But.. there was this flower, seemed kinda off. It was so bright and, umm, cute. We didn't know what it was and we can all say that Eddie was curious. So he picked it out of the ground," Robin stated as she held her arms.  “And then that's when he sniffed it.” said Nancy as you jolted your eyes to her.

 “ We saw some kind of glowing pollen shoot up his nose, as fast as it would if you snort cocaine. We did our research and he only has 10 hours left to consume sex” your heart crumbled as you could imagine how horrible the feeling may be, “um, so, y'all are telling me that, if Eddie doesnt have sex.. H-he’s going to die?” you asked. Steve scratched his head, “yep, that's.. Exactly what we’re saying. We can't really find anyone who could have sex with him. You know- to help him…”

You stood up, took one last glance at them, and then began to walk towards the hallway. Steve's footprints trailed behind you and you heard it. Quickly turning around, you pointed at him, “dont. Fucking. Chase me.” you told him in an intimidating voice.

He surrendered his arms up and headed back to the front of the trailer. You turned back around and began to walk. You could hear him, crying, grunting and whining. Opening the door, it revealed him laying in the center of his bed, covered in sweat, damped hair, topless with his black jeans on. 

His eyes grew wide as he seen you walk in and close the door behind you, “fuck, stay the fuck away from me,” he blurted. You didn't listen, you walked towards the head of his bed. He began to squirm a bit, “Eddie, it's okay, I'm gonna help you.” You said. “I- i might hurt you, i won't be able to stop,” he said as his face went red.

“You won't, let me help you, i can't leave you suffering eddie,” you said as you rubbed his hair, “if you want it, so do i,” you reassure him. He looks up at you, “p-promise me this isnt going to fuck up our friendship,” he begged of you, “i promise eddie, i’ll do anything to help you out, you’re my best friend,” you promised.

It was wrong enough for you to be turned on by seeing your best friend in need of sex so bad that it hurts. You’d let him destroy you just to save his life. You slid off your shorts to reveal your black thong. Eddie dick jumped through his pants as he struggled to slide them off.

You offered a helping hand, sliding them off for him by the end of his pants. Straddling over him, you sat your clothed pussy right over his clothed dick, feeling him throbbing underneath you.

Eddie's hand shot to the back of your neck, pulling you down to flood your lips in a wet passionate kiss.you were grinding against him at this point. When your pussy was a pool, he ripped your thong off and lowered his boxers, then, you placed the head of his dick towards your entrance. Before you could slide down onto him, he whispers, “I'm sorry,” “for what?” you asked,

“This,” he slammed you down onto his thick, veiny, need, leaking dick. You had never felt that type of pleasure and pain before. His dick sent your nerves to an activate as you screamed and shouted in joy and agony.

Your eyes rolled back as you began to ride him. His moans were louder than the both of you put together. “uhhFuck! Just like that!” he moaned. His eyes explored your body from his pov. Watching you move up and down on his thick and long dick made his abdomen boil, watching your pretty face as you gasp and cry of joy with your hands on his chest was enough to make his hunger grow. Inch by inch, touch by touch, moan by moan, he wasn't far from his peak, neither were you.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you eds,” you moaned. “Me too, me too, always” he whimpered. He was so anxious to fuck you, so he lifted you up and began to thrust into you. He started off slow, just to feel every suction of your walls, the wet noises of your pussy. How it feels, so warm, so tight, so anxious to be fucked. His pace speeds up, filling you up with every inch of dick he has, “you feel.. So good, so so good.” you leaned back down, filling his mouth with your tongue. He devoured your mouth, leaving his fluids all over the outside of your lips.

Your head fell towards his ear, “so needy, aren’t you?” you teased, “ffuck, yes, yes,” he whimpered desperately as he sped up his pace. Your face crumbled as you began to cry, you both were crying to the majestic feeling of pleasure, “you look so p-pretty when you cry, baby,” he grunts in thick air. 

“Shit eddie im gonna cum.” “Me too, stay just like that for me.” You looked him in the eyes as he thrusts slowly as you intake every inch of him. Watching each other moan slowly made him feel so vulnerable. 

His dick began to leak as you came so hard all over him, “oh god eddie!” you screamed. His peak rushed to the tip of his dick, decorating your walls with cum. He let out a loud moan as you fell onto his chest as he's still inside of you. 

“Thank you, for helping me out,” he pants. “I told you, I would do anything to help you,” you said in a soft tone. He lifts you up to pull his soft shaft out of you and then rests you back onto his chest. His left hand ran through your hair as he gently kissed you, calming the nerves in both of your bodies. “Stay here with me tonight, please,” he pleaded to you. “Sure, anything for you Eddie,” you agreed.

Eddie drifted off to sleep with you in his arms. You never wanted to  move from that space, not even now, but you had to because you'd totally forgotten that the others were still here.

You slowly got up and threw on one of Eddie's oversized shirts. Opening the door, you look back to make sure that Eddie was still asleep. You walked through the hallway just to notice how everyone's eyes were onto you.

The silence crept up your back as you stood there, embarrassed. “I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later,” says robin. Steve and Nancy laughed, “you do know we heard it all right? All the “oohs” and “ahhs” and “yeses” says steve as he grabbed his jacket, “you guys are nosey, you know it's not nice being nosey,” you said as you grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen,

“Nosey my ass,” says nancy. “Well, that's over, so uhh, is Eddie okay?” asked robin. You took a sip of your water as you said, “yea he's fine, he's asleep now.” Robin and Nancy stood up, “I guess we can leave now. And thank you, for doing this for Eddie.” says Steve as he walks over to hug you, “no problem," you say.

They all left, leaving you there with eddie. So you made your way back into the room and into eddie arms, then you thought to yourself, “im definitely fucking him again.”

[sobleedstherose]

begging {billy x reader}

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), previously established Steve x Reader, cheating, pet names (whore, sweetheart, slut), degradation, humiliation, sub!Reader, mean dom!Billy, begging, pussy slapping, teasing, slight breeding kink?

Billy presses you harder against the wooden door, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“What would Steve think if he saw you like this?” Billy asks, “So desperate for me to fuck you? His innocent little girl friend, begging for me to destroy her sweet pussy?”

Your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment, but his degrading words make you whimper and squirm as the space between your legs gets warmer and slicker. 

“Come on, baby, let me hear it.” he eggs you on, “Tell me how fucking needy you are. How badly you need me to fuck your little whore cunt. Tell me Steve isn’t good enough and you need a man like me to show you what real pleasure is.”

You turn your head further away, squeezing your eyes shut, the humiliation setting your whole body, but mostly your core, on fire. 

“Come on,” He pushes your arms higher up, and you cry out, back arching away from him. The hand not holding your arms flips your skirt up, yanking it high enough your arousal soaked underwear is bear to him. “Say it.” He demands, his large hand whipping out to hit your clit. 

You whimper, hips jolting back, chasing the sensation. “I want it!” You gasp out, finally. 

“Nuh uh, the whole thing sweetheart. I want to hear you say the whole thing.”

This time Billy yanks your underwear down, the thin, lacey material falling to catch on your knees, and slips a single finger in between your two puffy lips. He circles your entrance, then barely grazes your clit, teasing you. 

“I need you.” You whimper, pressing back on his hand, trying to make him add even the slightest bit more pressure to your clit. Your attempts are in vain, his hand still tightly holding your wrists to the expanse between your shoulder blades. “I need you to fuck me! Please, Billy, please!” You cry out, desperately shoving your hips back, even at the expense of your shoulders that begin to ache from the position. 

Billy chuckles darkly, grabbing your chin harshly with the same hand that was just on your pussy, smearing juices across your chin as he turns your head back just enough to look at him. 

“Oh darling, I am going to ruin you.”

Billy presses his lips tightly to yours, releasing your chin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants. He doesn’t brother to strip either of them. Simply taking his cock from his tight jeans and positioning it at your entrance. He guides himself in at a careless pace, not stopping to consider that you’ve never taken a cock this big, that you might need prep. 

You moan into his mouth, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. He begins hitting your g-spot almost immediately, expertly slamming into it with every thrust. The hand on your hip dives under your skirt to press harsh circles to your clit. You cry out at the combination of sensations, the pain in your shoulders and arms, the hot tingling spreading throughout your abdomen, the tightening knot in your core. 

Billy notices the minute your thighs begin to shake, and he laughs humorlessly, “So fucking pathetic. You’re already about to cum and I’ve barely even fucked you.” He slams his hips into you harder than before, pushing your body up the wall as you’re forced onto your tippy-toes. “So fucking desperate for my cock and yet you can barely take it, huh?”

He tries to reposition his hips to fuck into your deeper, but he’s too big and can’t fit all of himself inside of you. "Is this all you can take, slut?”

You let out a high-pitched whine, entire body trembling as you’re thrown over the edge. Your cum coats his cock, smearing across the front of his jeans and the insides of your thighs. As you come back to earth you can feel some dribbling down your legs. 

Billy doesn’t slow down at all, continuing to use your fucked-out pussy to get himself off, even as you squirm and huff from the over stimulation. 

“Please, Billy,” You beg, “It’s too much. I can’t-” You’re cut off by Billy shoving the hand just on your cunt into your mouth, gagging you with his fingers. 

“Shut the fuck up. I haven’t even filled you up once yet, we are far from being done.” He spits, leaning his face close enough you can smell the mint on his breath and feel it beating down on your cheek. “I want you to beg for every load of cum I’m going to fuck into you today."

You feel equal amounts of shame and arousal, unable to admit to yourself how much his words turn you on. If anyone else were to speak to you like this you would have slapped them across the mouth, but when it’s coming from the mouth of Billy Hargrove, the biggest asshole you know, the enemy of your beloved boyfriend, it heats up every inch of your skin. 

“I said beg.” He demands, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. 

“F-Fill me,” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as though it will save you some embarrassment.

“You can do better than that.”

“F-Fill my cunt, Billy,” You gasp, “Please, please, please, fill me with your cum, please!”

And Billy does just that. His hips stutter, thrusts faltering, and you can feel it as hot streams coat your insides, deeper than Steve had ever reached inside of you. He continues his thrusts, milking himself, before slowly pulling out. Before too much can escape, he releases your arms and crouches, pulling you underwear up and tight to your pussy, trapping the cum.  

He stands back up, only to swing you around and force you to your knees. 

“Now let's see how good you are at cleaning your messes.”

[sobleedstherose]

begging {billy x reader}

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), previously established Steve x Reader, cheating, pet names (whore, sweetheart, slut), degradation, humiliation, sub!Reader, mean dom!Billy, begging, pussy slapping, teasing, slight breeding kink?

Billy presses you harder against the wooden door, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“What would Steve think if he saw you like this?” Billy asks, “So desperate for me to fuck you? His innocent little girl friend, begging for me to destroy her sweet pussy?”

Your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment, but his degrading words make you whimper and squirm as the space between your legs gets warmer and slicker. 

“Come on, baby, let me hear it.” he eggs you on, “Tell me how fucking needy you are. How badly you need me to fuck your little whore cunt. Tell me Steve isn’t good enough and you need a man like me to show you what real pleasure is.”

You turn your head further away, squeezing your eyes shut, the humiliation setting your whole body, but mostly your core, on fire. 

“Come on,” He pushes your arms higher up, and you cry out, back arching away from him. The hand not holding your arms flips your skirt up, yanking it high enough your arousal soaked underwear is bear to him. “Say it.” He demands, his large hand whipping out to hit your clit. 

You whimper, hips jolting back, chasing the sensation. “I want it!” You gasp out, finally. 

“Nuh uh, the whole thing sweetheart. I want to hear you say the whole thing.”

This time Billy yanks your underwear down, the thin, lacey material falling to catch on your knees, and slips a single finger in between your two puffy lips. He circles your entrance, then barely grazes your clit, teasing you. 

“I need you.” You whimper, pressing back on his hand, trying to make him add even the slightest bit more pressure to your clit. Your attempts are in vain, his hand still tightly holding your wrists to the expanse between your shoulder blades. “I need you to fuck me! Please, Billy, please!” You cry out, desperately shoving your hips back, even at the expense of your shoulders that begin to ache from the position. 

Billy chuckles darkly, grabbing your chin harshly with the same hand that was just on your pussy, smearing juices across your chin as he turns your head back just enough to look at him. 

“Oh darling, I am going to ruin you.”

Billy presses his lips tightly to yours, releasing your chin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants. He doesn’t brother to strip either of them. Simply taking his cock from his tight jeans and positioning it at your entrance. He guides himself in at a careless pace, not stopping to consider that you’ve never taken a cock this big, that you might need prep. 

You moan into his mouth, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. He begins hitting your g-spot almost immediately, expertly slamming into it with every thrust. The hand on your hip dives under your skirt to press harsh circles to your clit. You cry out at the combination of sensations, the pain in your shoulders and arms, the hot tingling spreading throughout your abdomen, the tightening knot in your core. 

Billy notices the minute your thighs begin to shake, and he laughs humorlessly, “So fucking pathetic. You’re already about to cum and I’ve barely even fucked you.” He slams his hips into you harder than before, pushing your body up the wall as you’re forced onto your tippy-toes. “So fucking desperate for my cock and yet you can barely take it, huh?”

He tries to reposition his hips to fuck into your deeper, but he’s too big and can’t fit all of himself inside of you. "Is this all you can take, slut?”

You let out a high-pitched whine, entire body trembling as you’re thrown over the edge. Your cum coats his cock, smearing across the front of his jeans and the insides of your thighs. As you come back to earth you can feel some dribbling down your legs. 

Billy doesn’t slow down at all, continuing to use your fucked-out pussy to get himself off, even as you squirm and huff from the over stimulation. 

“Please, Billy,” You beg, “It’s too much. I can’t-” You’re cut off by Billy shoving the hand just on your cunt into your mouth, gagging you with his fingers. 

“Shut the fuck up. I haven’t even filled you up once yet, we are far from being done.” He spits, leaning his face close enough you can smell the mint on his breath and feel it beating down on your cheek. “I want you to beg for every load of cum I’m going to fuck into you today."

You feel equal amounts of shame and arousal, unable to admit to yourself how much his words turn you on. If anyone else were to speak to you like this you would have slapped them across the mouth, but when it’s coming from the mouth of Billy Hargrove, the biggest asshole you know, the enemy of your beloved boyfriend, it heats up every inch of your skin. 

“I said beg.” He demands, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. 

“F-Fill me,” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as though it will save you some embarrassment.

“You can do better than that.”

“F-Fill my cunt, Billy,” You gasp, “Please, please, please, fill me with your cum, please!”

And Billy does just that. His hips stutter, thrusts faltering, and you can feel it as hot streams coat your insides, deeper than Steve had ever reached inside of you. He continues his thrusts, milking himself, before slowly pulling out. Before too much can escape, he releases your arms and crouches, pulling you underwear up and tight to your pussy, trapping the cum.  

He stands back up, only to swing you around and force you to your knees. 

“Now let's see how good you are at cleaning your messes.”