lesson learned (maybe) - billy hargrove x reader x steve harrington smut
word count: 4.1k
genre: SMUT FILTH LEMONIEST LEMON
pairing: billy and steve x reader (afab/fem terminology/she her but minimal pronoun usage)
summary: When you inadvertantly cop an attitude, Billy and Steve decide to fuck a little respect into you.
warnings: dom billy, softer dom steve, manhandling, multiple daddys, reader is called a brat, spanking, billy's rings, strenth kink (if that exists), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, dumbification, some babying/infantalization, sexy condescending, petnames (princess, angel, honey bunny, pooh bear, good girl, love bug, doll face, sugar lips, toots, ), steve's chest hair <3, billy's necklace <3, "don't look at him, look at me, face grabbing, prolonged eye contact, hair/top of head petting (in a condesending way not a long silky tresses way), sexy punishments, mentions of orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation, hearing smwn get undressed behind you, mostly clothed sex, head down ass up position, praise, reader has fuck me eyes, coochie spreading, hair pulling, mouth fucking/m recieving oral, cervix kissing, spitroasting, double penetration, face fucking, breeding (it's billy ofc there's breeding), attention kink????, clit play/rubbing, checking on your partner during intense sex, surprise (but still fully consetual) anal, some feral billy, cum as lube, emotional intimacy, steve has sensitive hair, choking/neck grabbing for a hot second, nipple/boob play, groping, neck kisses and hickeys, a lot of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, kisses and cuddles, sleeping sammiched between two hot buff men (the dream), implications of future bratty reader
music rec: masochist - palaye royale (I didn't have a specific song I was listening to while writing this it was just a lot of underground krnb and the same two pop punk groups but I feel like this fits pretty well)
a/n: holy fucking shit this got off the rails so fast I think it might actualy be worse than daddy sorry
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ALSO HAPPY STRANGER THINGS 4 V1!!!!!!! I hope this doesn't wreck all of us like I know it will lmao
tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @Sad-brunnettee @justbookworm
AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+!!!!! Also everything that happens in this fic is totally consentual and bc it's fiction it doesn't follow all the real life rules and ettiquete so make sure irl you're communicating with your partners and taking care of each other <3
You think you’ve come to know Billy and Steve pretty well in the time you’ve spent together, and right now, just by the look on his face, you can tell things with Billy are about to get really intense.
“Did you just give me attitude?”
“What?” you ask, meeting his intense gaze, heart beating faster at his words. Billy’s voice is dangerous, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “No, I-”
“Cause that sounded like attitude.” He concludes, voice almost too calm, too quiet. He’s watching you, waiting for your next move. You take too long, you suppose, because before you know it, Billy’s throwing you over his shoulder and storming straight to the bedroom.
“Billy!” you protest, fighting a flustered giggle.
“You wanna act like a brat?” he asks rhetorically, starting to set you down, eyes burning into yours, “I’ll show you what happens to brats who give their daddies attitude.” After that moment of intense, lingering eye contact, he sits on the edge of the bed, and bends you over his lap.
“Billy-” your protest wilts in your throat as he lands a smack to your ass, sending burning heat straight to your core. It’s a warning to behave, and one that you listen to.
“You wanna try that again?” he asks, voice low and dangerous. Your silence is deafening. You stop squirming against him, and he accepts that as you submitting to him, finally listening to your daddy like a good girl should.
“Good,” he states, seeming more calm than before now that you’re listening to him. “Now count.” He orders, that stern, dominant edge right back in his voice. You feel him flip up your skirt and pull down your panties, laying another harsh smack to your ass. The feeling of his big hands and cold rings against your bare, warm flesh sends heat and sticky arousal pooling against your exposed slit. You whimper, embarrassed at how fast he has you wrapped around his finger. His other hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you firmly in place. He’s so jacked it’s not like he can’t manhandle you when he wants to.
“I said,” he repeats, hand still on your ass, fingers beginning to rub at your dripping, puffy cunt, “count.”
“C’mon, don’t be so mean, Billy,” you look up - as much as you’re able to in your current position - at Steve, who’s just entered the room. Relief washes over you. Steve’s presence has always been able to soften some of Billy’s rougher edges, and you can always count on him to play the good cop. Before you can let out your sigh of relief, Steve crouches down to your level, looking at you with that sweet, saccharine look of his.
“Dumb little baby can’t even count, can you, princess?”
His voice is cloying and condescending as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them with one hand, and makes you shake your head no.
“That’s what I thought.” he states, patting your cheek, and standing up to address Billy. “See? Not fair.”
You stare at the carpet where he stands for a moment, before he walks back toward the bed. If Steve isn’t going easy on you, you’re going to be in for a really, really long night. This thought, paired with his words and condescending tone has you dripping all over Billy’s fingers, something you’re sure he won’t let you live down.
You assume Steve had some kind of exchange with Billy, because a moment later, Billy picks you up, and sets you down, kneeling on the foot of the bed. Steve is reclining in front of you, splayed out and bulging in his pants. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and you can see his chest hair poking through on the exposed skin not covered by his tank top. He curls his fingers, motioning for you to crawl towards him, and you do without a thought.
“Princess,” he starts, “what you did was real disrespectful, real naughty,” he amends, dumbing down his choice of words. “Do you understand?” he asks, waiting for your response. You nod.
“Apologize to Billy.” he says, nodding over in his direction. You turn back to Billy, also rock hard in his pants. His button up is almost entirely open, and aside from the necklace resting on his collar bones, his chest is bare. You look up at him, his eyes smoldering into yours, and turn away. You can feel him watching you, expectant, and you look back up at him.
“Sorry Billy,” you say quietly.
He sighs, looking away for a second, then right back at you with that same intense eye contact.
“...Sorry for what.”
It should be a question, but it’s a statement, an order. You blanch, mind going blank. You turn back to Steve, but before you can, Billy grabs your face, making you look back at him.
“Don’t look at him.” he warns, keeping your attention where he wants it, “What are you sorry for?”
“Billy…” Steve sighs, unsaid words hanging in the air. Don’t be so hard on you, you’re too dumb to understand what’s going on. They share a glare, and you only see Billy’s half of the silent conversation. Finally, he looks back down at you. He seems slightly softer than before, but still just as intense. He crouches down to your eye level, voice low and deliberate.
“I’m going to ask one more time, sugar lips. What are you sorry for?”
You blink, brain short circuiting as you try desperately to scramble for an answer. God, you swear it’s on the tip of your tongue. A few moments pass with you giving him an adorable blank look, struggling for an answer. He looks like he’s about to give up when you manage to choke something out.
“Being disrespectful?” you ask, watching his reaction closely. He smirks, holding back a chuckle.
“For being disrespectful.” Billy repeats, seeming satisfied with your answer. He leans down, pressing a hot kiss to your lips, then nodding his head for you to go back to Steve. You turn to him, and he pats the bed. You start to crawl over, and as you turn around, Billy places another affectionate smack on your still exposed ass. You can feel yourself dripping, and he smirks at the sticky arousal left on his hand.
Once you get closer to Steve, he has you lay between his legs. Your face is dangerously close to his bulge as he begins to pet your hair.
“Wow, disrespectful,” he says, voice both loving and cloyingly patronizing, “that’s a big girl word, isn’t it?” you nod, and he smiles, agreeing, “Yeah. Can you spell disrespectful?” he asks slowly.
“Uh…” you start, thoughts foggy from all the attention and coddling they’ve been giving you. Before you can try, Steve continues.
“I didn’t think so.” he states, “That’s okay, though, good girls don’t need to be good at spelling, not when they listen to their daddies.”
His voice instantly makes you feel more relaxed, and he continues to pat your head absentmindedly. He has another silent conversation with Billy, but this time, you only see Steve’s side. He rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you.
“That was a good sorry you said to Billy, good job, angel.”
He smiles, and you start to relax. You’re just starting to think you got away with avoiding one of Billy’s insane punishments - usually involving a lot of orgasm denial, edging, and overstimulation, and will go on for hours until you can’t even remember your own name. Right then, Steve’s hand moves from your hair to your face, guiding you to look up at him. You hear the unmistakable noise of Billy undoing his belt behind you, and beginning to take off his pants.
“Unfortunately, you did misbehave, so we’re still going to have to punish you.”
Your pupils dilate and you feel the weight of the bed shift behind you as Billy moves closer. He grabs your hips, hoisting them up and back to him so you’re bent over ass up, groping your squishy flesh with his big strong hands, as Steve simultaneously thrusts his hips up to slide down his jeans and boxers enough to pull out his cock. It hangs in front of you, red and dripping precum, and your mouth waters at the sight. Steve grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, and holding his throbbing cock in the other.
“Open up, honey bunny…” he tantalizes, letting out a long sigh as you sink your soft, warm, beautiful mouth over his cock. He lets out a low moan.
“Oh, there’s a good girl, good girl, pooh bear…” His cock is massive, already pulsing and dripping delicious precum down your throat. The familiar feeling, taste, weight of his cock in your mouth drags you even deeper into the hazy warmth of their embrace. Right as you’re starting to get comfortable groping and sucking of Steve’s cock, right when his hands have found their place in your hair and his head is tilted back, eyes angled down to watch you suck him off with that loving smile at the corners of his mouth, right when you bat your pretty little doe eyes that just scream fuck me daddy up at him, Billy plunges two of his long, thick fingers deep inside your dripping, burning heat, spreading you open.
You let out a choked moan at the sensation of Billy’s fingers keeping your dripping heat on full display, causing Steve’s cock to twitch inside you. He tugs on your hair to keep you focused. You look back up at Steve, trying to keep your attention on working your mouth around his cock, hungry for more praise from his pretty lips. Behind you, Billy curls his fingers against your sensitive walls, waking you up from the inside. He lets out a long, low whistle, admiring you all spread out for him.
“Fucking dripping…” he muses, and you can practically see the smirk on his face from his tone alone.
“‘Course she is,” Steve interjects, agreeing, “look at her.” He watches you suckle his cock, eyes half lidded, drool and precum pooling at the corners of your mouth. Billy continues, voice low as he works his fingers deeper inside you, rubbing at your bumpy walls
“Tell daddy how much you love his fingers, princess…”
You try, gurgling around Steve’s cock, and he lets out a sharp moan, gripping your hair even harder. Billy chuckles, and Steve glares at him in a warning. Billy continues, chuckling as he stretches you out in preparation for you to take his massive cock. His fingers reach so deep inside you, touching places you never could have imagined before knowing him. He scissors your spongy walls with his thick fingers, his hands so strong that even your tightness provides little resistance against him. Steve sighs, still gripping your hair as he slowly starts to buck his hips in and out of your mouth, helping you along as you bob your head.
“Just like that,” Steve moans, gazing down at you, “good girl, pooh bear…”
“God your tight little cunt dripping for me, dollface,” Billy states, yet again landing a smack on your ass. He chuckles as you flutter around him.
“You like when Stevie praises you like that?” Billy asks, scissoring your walls, once again deeply stretching you in preparation for your cock. You gurgle around Steve, who bucks his hips at the sensation.
“Oh, you just love this, don’t you princess?” Steve asks rhetorically, as Billy suddenly, finally plunges his cock into your dripping cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as Billy works his thick, pulsing cock closer and closer to your cervix. He lets out a growling moan, panting and adjusting to how tight you are, how perfectly you squeeze and rub his cock.
“Look at you, all pretty and full of cock,” Steve coos. You barely process what he said, that deep satisfaction of really being full still settling over you. Billy has one hand pressing down on your back, the other grabbing your hip and holding it close to him as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, while Steve holds your head nice and steady, doing the same thing from the front.
“You like that, sugar lips? Like it when daddy wrecks you with his cock?” Billy growls behind you, hand pressing against your stomach. The extra pressure and friction, paired with the feeling of the bulge he’s making in your tummy has you squeezing around him.
“Good job, princess… keep going, just like that…” Steve moans, voice breathy.
“Fuckin’ made for taking our cocks.” Billy agrees.
“Such a good girl for your daddies, angel.”
“Pretty thing like you just loves being bent over and bred, don’t you, dollface?”
All the attention, their continued torrent of filthy thoughts, and their cocks continuing to pound into you mercilessly from both ends has you squeezing and drooling around them. The erratic rhythm of their thrusts, sometimes in sync sometimes not, brings you drastically closer than before. Billy’s hand moves from his bulge pounding in and out of your tummy further down, and his fingers, still damp with your earlier arousal, begin playing with your clit.
The added stimulation has you gurgling around Steve’s cock, yet again. Billy feels you tighten up around him, and he knows you’re close. He gives Steve a look, then bends over you, leaning closer to your ear. You can feel the cool metal of his necklace graze your back with every thrust.
“You gonna cum for daddy, sugar?” Billy asks, and you can tell by the pace of his thrusts, the growl in his voice, the way he almost laughs at the end that all this is really riling him up.
“Oh, is baby gonna make a big mess all over Billy’s cock?” Steve coos, punctuating with a particularly hard thrust into your mouth.
Before you can even moan, you’re cumming hard. You clamp down around Billy’s cock, holding him in place while his hand carries you through your high, the other groping your hip. Your legs shake, and you moan, gurgling around Steve’s cock. They shower you in more praise and filthy sentiments, but it falls on deaf ears as you’re so blinded by your euphoria you lose your senses for a minute. Once you start to come back down to earth, you feel Steve scratch your head, and you glance up at him, eyes glassy.
“Still with us, love bug?” he asks. You nod, and you continue sucking on his cock, causing him to let out a hiss of air. “Good,” he concludes, proud of how well you’re trained, how fast you can bounce back, “cause we still have a lot to do tonight, don’t we, Billy?”
He agrees, and he’s soon back to the brutal pace he’d set before, this time amplified by the sensitivity from your orgasm. A little voice in the back of your mind is starting to wonder where the whole punishment part will come in. As intense and amazing as this is, you know it’s not what Steve, much less Billy, would qualify as a punishment.
As all that is brewing in the back of your mind, you can feel Billy’s cool rings on your skin as he gathers up some of your sticky cum dripping out of your hole. Your eyes widen as he spreads your cheeks, and begins to rub it further up. Heat rushes to your face as he edges you, cock continuing to plunge in and out of you lower down. Behind you, you hear his voice, breathy and gravely and more turned on than you’ve ever heard it.
“Gotta make sure you’re all stretched out everywhere, sugar lips,” he moans, rubbing against your puckered hole. He teases you, edging the sensitive flesh before popping his finger in, and lets out an unhinged laugh.
“F-fuck, Harrington. You were right, she’s even tighter now…” Billy says with a moan.
“What did I tell you? If we- shit,” Steve cuts himself off as you mouth him more intensely in response to Billy fingering your ass while he fucks you. You moan around Steve, and Billy growls behind you. He picks up his pace, rubbing against your walls, fingering your honey even deeper into your previously untouched hole. He can feel his finger rubbing against his cock through the squishy wall barely separating them. You’re whining at his touch, rutting your hips back against his cock, as Steve thrusts steadily into your mouth.
“Aww, does our slutty little baby like being stuffed full in every hole?” he purrs. Before you can consider trying to answer, he thrusts into your mouth, harder and faster than before. Billy works another finger into your previously untouched hole, both tightening around him at the entrance. His free hand slaps your ass, then returns to press into your back to stop you from squirming so much.
“You like that, sugar lips?” Billy pants, smirking behind you. In front of you, Steve’s thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls at your hair.
“F-fuck, shit!” Steve hisses, pulling you closer to his hips as he finally spills his load down your throat. He tastes divine, and you work your tired jaw, swallowing as much of him as you can. He lets out a loud moan, throwing his head back and bucking into your soft mouth. His thick seed spills out of the corners of your mouth, and once he catches his breath, he finally pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. He gazes at you with that loving look, a smirk at the corners of his lips.
“You really are something special, you know that?”
A strand of your spit mixed with his cum connects your lips to the head of his cock for a moment as you look up at him, tongue lolled out and panting. You’re truly a sight to behold. Caressing the side of your face, he swipes off some of the cum from the corner of our mouth, holding up his hand and letting it drip for Billy to see. He humps into you harder, working his fingers deep into your ass, and lets out a groan at the sight of Steve’s cum and your spit dripping from his finger.
“Shit! Playing dirty, Harrington…” he moans with a laugh. Billy pulls out of you suddenly, moving to the side and pulling your face towards his cock. You open automatically, and he smiles at how well trained you are. You take his throbbing length into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. After just a few pumps, he’s grabbing your face, pulling you closer to his hips as he blows his load down your throat. You swallow up his thick, creamy seed while his eyes burn into yours, watching every move you make. He pants, gaze unwavering.
“...Such a good girl for me,” he says slowly, smirking down at you. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, his hands caressing your face, while Steve’s find their way to your hair again. Reluctantly, Billy pulls away, finally standing up and stretching. His muscles glisten, a thin sheen of sweat over his tan skin. Once again, he hoists you up effortlessly, and you let out a very cute noise of surprise.
“Up you go, doll face,” he says, wrapping your legs up high on his torso. Steve groans behind you, presumably stretching too, then you feel him press up against your back, pushing you closer to Billy and folding you in half. One of Billy’s hands rests on your ass, holding you up, and Steve’s arm snakes around to your chest, fondling your tits.
“Alright,” Steve says, “now that she’s all stretched out…” You feel the heads of their cocks kiss your entrances. Billy smirks, his gaze smoldering and voice low.
“It’s time for your punishment, sugar lips.”
They both push their huge cocks into your tight holes.
You’re overwhelmed by the sensation, already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, that the feeling of both their cocks fucking into you at once like this has your head spinning in the best way possible. Before you can dwell on that for too long, Steve begins nibbling on your ear and sucking a hickey into your neck, causing you to moan.
“G-god,” you breathe, both your walls already tightening around them, as you try not to cum already. If you came undone this fast they would never let you hear the end of it.
“Right here, toots,” Billy says, hand on your jaw, guiding you to look at him. His eyes burn into yours, and he smirks at the fucked out look on your face. Your stomach is pressed up against Billy’s abs, and you can feel the bulge of his cock, amplified by Steve’s cock fighting for space inside you. They press and rub against each other, throbbing against your warm, grippy walls. They soon settle into a rhythm that has you whining and squirming fruitlessly against their muscular bodies.
“Good girl, good girl, baby,” Steve murmurs, as Billy continues to hold your eye contact. Desperate for something to hold onto, you reach back, pulling on Steve’s hair.
“Oh f-fuck!” Steve moans, hips spasming and bucking into your ass. You whine at the motion and Billy laughs at his reaction. Steve moves his mouth dangerously close to your ear and his hand moves to your neck.
“Play fair if you want to cum, angel,” he warns, almost laughing at how good that felt. He makes a mental note to have you do it again more, later, as they both continue to pound into you and feel you up. You’re surprised you’ve lasted this long, but you know it’s over when Steve starts playing with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them in that way that he knows makes heat pool between your legs. You gasp, and Billy takes the opportunity to place two of his fingers in your mouth. You hear Steve chuckle against your skin.
“Look at you with Billy’s fingers in your mouth, so pretty,” Steve coos in your ear, sending chills down your spine. It’s enough to send you over the edge again, and you moan out a muffled whine, squeezing and clamping around them, your legs shaking in their place around Billy’s waist.
You’re not sure how long it goes on for, and by the time that they shoot their last load of hot, sticky cum up both your holes, you’ve lost count of how many orgasms they’ve drawn out of you.
“Shit!” Steve hisses, continuing to fuck his cum deeper inside your ass, stretching you out and pumping you full “Oh god!” His moans are loud in spite of the fact that they’re partially muffled by his face in your neck. Finally, Billy follows suit, blowing his load inside your dripping pussy for the last time tonight. His eyes burn into yours as he moans out a laugh, hips bucking sporadically.
“F-fuck- just love being bred and stuffed in every hole, don’t you doll face?” his breath is warm against your face as he continues his torrent of filthy thoughts, riding out his high, “Huh?” He coaxes, “Want me and Harrington to fuck a baby into you? Knock you up real good…”
Eventually, somehow they run out of stamina, the thrusting of their cocks slowing down and finally coming to a stop, where they pull out of you with more gratuitously wet noises than you’ve ever heard. You rest your head on Billy’s chest, totally spaced out, only able to briefly muse that they were successful in fucking you until you can’t think straight.
When you’re all cleaned up, they curl up in bed on either side of you, Steve pulling you close to his bare chest, Billy’s grip on your waist rock strong. He guides you to look over at him, to which you comply, and he catches your mouth in another deep, open mouthed kiss.
“I think you learned your lesson, didn’t you doll face?” He asks, taking a moment to gaze at you lovingly. You nod, humming in response before curling up into Steve’s chest. They both settle against you, sandwiching you tightly between their warm, muscular bodies.
“Eh, she’s not going to act up like that again,” Steve concludes, patting your hip, and Billy chuckles.
“Got that right.”
In the few moments before you almost instantaneously fall asleep, you think you might just act up like that again. Especially if it leads to this much fun.
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