#billy hargrove stories

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Home Sweet Home

Introduction ChapterOne ChapterTwo ChapterThree ChapterFour ChapterFive ChapterSix Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter "El-even" Chapter Twelve ON PERMANENT HOLD

Billy Hargrove

4819 Cherry Lane

Introduction Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Four Part Two Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven

(One Shots)

Happy Halloween, Jackass. Always Watching pt 1 PT 2 Its You and Me

Euphoria

Fezco O'Neil

Power

Intro Song List Chapter 1

Mayans MC

Angel Reyes

Scary

Introduction Chapter One

Nestor Oceteva

Just pretend

Introduction Chapter One

[s9fti3]

‘I can fix him!!’

Him in question;

[miheartsedthings]

"Billy, would you smile, please?"

He squints at you, summer sun beaming down, warming the concrete around the pool. Sunshine sets the coke machine blazing red. You're trying to test your new camera but your boyfriend is being completely uncooperative.

"Nah," he says, "I'm fine."

You huff an exaggerated sigh. Of course, he still looks hot, just standing there. But immortalizing his smile is a large part of why you got the camera.

"Billy, please?"

"You're wastin daylight, babe." He says. Knowing he's already won.

"Fine," you groan, snapping the picture.

What's worse? He smiles directly after.

[sunflowerdigs]

I like that we never really got clarification about what happened with Billy's mom. Did she just leave him? Did she fight to get him back but Neil got custody? We don't know and neither does Billy and I think that not knowing drives a lot of his actions. Is he a monster? Is that why she left him with a monster?

The frustration of not knowing drives his actions until the end. When Billy realizes, through Eleven, that even if he never knows anything else about his mother, he knows that at one point she loved him. And people are imperfect. Billy is imperfect. And so he chooses to show up for Max and for Eleven in the way that his mother didn't show up for him. It's worth his life to do so. So that in the end, both Eleven and Max know that they were loved (imperfectly) by Billy.

[hoegrove]

insp

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Billy falls deeper in love when he sees Steve laugh under the California sun for the first time

his pretty face scrunching as he throws his head back and laughs, his brown hair lightened naturally over the summer, bronzed

his eyes, though, are still the colour of coffee beans — dark and big and always catching Billy’s gaze whenever he glances over

he can’t even remember what he said to make Steve laugh so hard, but it doesn’t matter

he’s fucking obsessed with the pretty boy from Indiana, who uprooted himself for Billy, as if he deserved it

(Steve always tells him how happy he is here with him, in their little loft apartment, how he’s glad Billy talked him into moving)

he commits the music of Steve’s laughter to his memory, tucks it deep inside himself, for whenever he needs it most

and he smiles as he leans over, pulling his boyfriend in for a quick peck, savouring the little hums of leftover laughter that Steve makes against his mouth with a smile

[theladycarpathia]

Billy’s not expecting the call from his dad.

“Billy?” Hop sounds distant, the faint sound of an idling engine in the background. Billy blinks, because his dad is at work and as far as Billy knows that usually means sitting behind a desk at the station and arguing with Flo.

“Don’t you have paperwork to be doing?” Billy says and Hopper snorts. There’s the sound of background traffic that’s then shut out by the clang of a car door.

“Don’t give me cheek, I am still the chief,” Hopper says as though that means anything in a small town where the most crime that they get is some drunk idiot attempting to rob the gas station.

“Yes, sir,” Billy quips and changes the channel. No one else is home and he’s bored. Jon and Joyce are still at work, and El and Will are doing weird nerd activities. The diner didn’t have a shift for him today and he doesn’t have a date, so he came home. He’d half expected someone to be here, instead of getting stuck with a protein bar and old reruns.

“That’s more like it,” Hopper says and then clears his throat awkwardly. “I was just wondering…are you definitely single?”

“Dad,” Billy says, attention now fully away from the TV set. Hop’s called him before, to ask him shit like do they need milk and to take the trash out. He doesn't call to talk about Billy's love life. They never talk about that, not after that time Hopper came in his room without knocking. “What is your next question, because this could make the next family dinner a little uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be a dick,” Hopper gripes. There’s the sudden cackle of laughter in the background and Billy sits up.

“Are you with someone?” he asks and then sucks in a breath at the implications. “Did you put me on speaker?”

“I may have done,” Hopper says, sounding sheepish. “I just picked up a young man outside the movie theatre and he’s about your age…”

“I’m nineteen!” the mystery guy hollers from the backseat. Hopper keeps talking like the guy hadn’t spoken.

“I don’t know, I just thought he was your type.”

Billy presses a hand to his temple, unable to believe that his dad has just said those words. “What’s my type?” he asks, wondering if he’s going to combust right here and now. Hopper makes that little awkward throat clearing again, like he can’t believe the situation either.

“You know,” he says stiffly. “Sort of…pretty.”

Oh God. Billy can never look Hopper in the eye again.

“You think I’m pretty?” the guy asks curiously, and Billy can’t blame him for sounding a bit weirded out.

“I think you look like a lot of the doe-eyed pretty-boys my son brings home,” Hopper snaps. Despite his obvious discomfort, Billy can’t help the rush of affection at Hopper trying to be supportive. Neil would have beat the shit out of him. Hopper tries to hook him up with appropriately aged delinquents in the back of the police car.

“A lot?” the guy asks and Billy flushes. He then regrets it because he has no idea if he even wants to impress whatever guy Hopper has picked up.

“It’s not a lot,” he says defensively because Hawkins isn’t exactly big on the gay scene. His last boyfriend he met at Tina’s Halloween party and to be fair, if you wear a kilt and not a lot else to a party in October, Billy’s absolutely going to beg you to rail him in the downstairs cloakroom. The relationship hadn't exactly worked out.

“Look, I get the feeling I’m never going to hear the end of this so here’s the situation,” Hopper says, sounding tired. “This is my son, Billy. He’s about to finish high school, he likes cars and burgers and loud music. He has shit taste in men even though he’s attractive, clever and a smart mouth. Billy, this is Steve. I was on my way back from the mayor’s office when I caught him peeing in an alley. Judging by his big brown eyes and the fact that public nudity doesn’t seem to be a problem for him, I thought of you.”

“Aww,” Billy drawls, sitting back on the couch. There are lights in the drive so someone has just arrived home. Which is good because he needs to tell everyone this story so they can give Hopper shit about it over dinner. “Pops, that’s so sweet.”

“Don’t say I never do anything for you,” Hopper says, like he hasn’t already done everything for Billy by getting him out, giving him a home. “I’ll take an extra polaroid when I process him.”

“I had to take a leak!” Steve protests and Hopper sucks in air through his teeth.

“There are public bathrooms, kid, I’ve heard those work pretty well. Billy, help your mom with dinner when she gets home.” Sucks for Hopper, it’s Jon heading up the path, keys dangling from his fingers. Billy can’t wait to tell him this story.

“Or what, you won’t bring me any more dates?” Billy asks, but he’s only half-joking. Hopper means well and kind of fucks it up a lot but this time he might have hit it right on the money. He thinks he might like Steve.

“Do I get a picture?” Steve asks. “Or does the Hawkins Police just pimp out young innocent men with full bladders?”

Oh yeah. He’s definitely going to like Steve.

“I have a picture on my desk,” Hopper admits grumpily. There’s the jangle of keys in the door as Jonathan lets himself in. “You can look at it if you’re good.”

“And what if I’m not?” Steve asks and Jonathan walks in just in time to raise his eyebrows at Billy.

“I can help punish him, if he’s not,” Billy suggests, and Hopper hangs up the phone just as Steve begins to laugh.

This has probably been done before because it's based on that famous tumblr post but it's so dull during school holidays I have nothing to do but write. And I have no in progress Harringrove fics which is probably a problem I should fix.

[chloe-skywalker]

One Number Away - Billy Hargrove

Billy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things

Word count: 540

Summary: Billy and Y/n had a fight, but now they just really miss each other.

Authors Note: So I’ve recently written a couple of these song based stories this is one of the first and I’ve wanted to do it for awhile and I finally have! So here you go I hope you enjoy. 

Song: One Number Away - Luke Combs

Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

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Y/n and Billy were miserable without each other. They had a fight over something neither of them even remembered what they originally fought about. Both of them were sitting at home alone trying to sleep but it was hard they had gotten used to having one another close by at night. Often the two of them would wait and stare at the phone, praying it rings. Wondering if the other is watching a movie or listening to songs they always watched or listened to together.

Both of them were doing whatever they could to drown out the pain. But they just wanted to hear the others' voices.

Y/n and Billy had picked up the phone so many times to call each other. But the things that were said stopped them everytime.

Billy was worse though. He lost his support system and he felt guilty. In his anger he had said they were through. His head was a mess, he lied when he told her in the fight “I’m leaving and not coming back.” He didn’t know if it was the rain or all the alcohol in his system but everywhere he went he saw Y/n’s face. In his brain he fantasized calling her up and imagining everything he’d want to say. But he still couldn’t get himself to pick up the phone.

Billy was stuck at a red light with a marlboro on his lips, the smoke in his mirror felt different. Everything felt different. His room, clothes, bedsheets had all lost Y/n’s smell. And that was breaking his heart.

Billy thought about what Y/n might be doing to last through this hardship in their relationship. But he was ready to run out that door and go get her back.

He wondered if he called would she pick up the phone? Or was their love over and she just wants to forget it ever happened? Billy didn’t care if they talked things out right now or not. He just wanted to hear her voice at this point.

“Please pickup.” Billy whispered hoping she’ll pick up the phone.

“Hello.” Y/n answered, waiting for him to speak up so she could know who it was.

“Hey Princess.” Billy lets out a sigh of relief that she picked up the phone.

“Billy?” Y/n’s voice broke as she spoke his name.

“Yeah, it's me.” Billy nodded even though she obviously couldn’t see him. “I miss you. Can I see you?” He asked hoping she wanted to see him just as much as he wanted to see her.

“You wanna come over?” Y/n asked shocked that he’d want to.

“I’ll be there in 5.” He didn’t hear a no. Billy heard in her voice a sound of excitement that he wanted to come over. “And Y/n.”

“Yeah?” she answered, glad to be hearing his voice again.

“I didn’t mean it. Any of it.” Billy needed her to know that he’d be making up for the words he had said out of anger as long as it takes.

“I’ll see you soon, Billy.” Y/n smiled knowing he couldn’t see it but he would hear it in her voice, and he would see it soon. In person.

Taglist:

@gruffle1 @padawancat97 @starkleila @fandom-princess-forevermore @cherriebat

[livwritesstuff]

Robbie is about four years old when middle child syndrome seems to well and truly sink in.

Look – Steve and Eddie are trying, but they also know that there’s also a certain level of inevitability to it. No matter how much attention she gets, no matter what they do to make sure they’re treating all three of their daughters equally, she was always going to be their middle kid and that was never going to change.

They aren’t totally sure what set Robbie off that particular afternoon, only that one second she and Moe were bickering over a puzzle and the next she was in tears, wailing about how Moe was the oldest and Hazel was the baby and Robbie would never get to be special.

“Hey,” Eddie stops her a minute later as Steve corrals an alarmed-looking Moe out into the backyard to play, “I know something we got to do with you that we didn’t with your sisters.”

And Robbie actually stops crying, lifting her head off his shoulder to look at him with those big blue eyes.

“What?” she asks, and she punctuates the question with a positively enormous sniffle.

“We got to drive you home from the hospital after you were born.”

Robbie blinks.

“Just me?”

“Just you,” Steve tells her as pulls her out of Eddie’s arms and into his own.

“And not Moe and Hazel?” she asks, eyes narrowed suspiciously as if she doesn’t believe them quite yet.

“Nope,” Eddie shook his head, “And do you remember what was special about when you were born?”

“I came early,” she tells them, because she knows.

“That’s exactly right, Bean," he nods, "You came early and you spent a whole week in the hospital until the doctors said we could take you home, and I sat in the backseat with you while Papa drove, and do you know what I remember?”

Robbie shakes her head.

“I remember Papa was driving really slow.”

“Papa always drives slow,” Robbie says, and her nose scrunches up the way it always does when she’s making fun of them (and she’s getting real good at it these days).

“Well, he was driving especially slow, and I asked him why, and you know what he said?”

“What?”

“He said precious cargo,”  he tells her, and Steve has to hide a smile in Robbie’s messy curls because he’d forgotten about that.

He’d forgotten until this moment how the early November sky had been dark and cloudy. He’d forgotten how, halfway through the drive, the sky had opened up on them, fat raindrops making loud plunks as they hit the roof of the car, and how Eddie had teased him as he eased off the highway to wait out the rainstorm, but Steve hadn’t heard a single complaint from him the whole half hour they killed sitting together in the backseat with newborn Robbie, and Steve couldn’t stop thinking about how damn happy he was.

Steve is pulled out of his thoughts as Eddie speaks again.

“You know who that precious cargo was?” he asked Robbie.

She shrugged bashfully, hiding her face in the collar of Steve’s shirt.

 “That was you, Bean,” Eddie tells her, and Robbie giggled as he poked her little belly, “That was you.”

[iamaslutforcoffee]

I'm writing my own Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove stories on Wattpad and honestly, I don't feel like I'm getting the traction those stories alone deserve.

If you're interested in reading, look for me on Wattpad at TheRealJuneBug.

Eddie's story is called "Home Sweet Home",

Billy's story is called 4819 Cherry Lane.

[miramelindamusings]

I've been so busy with my new job that I haven't posted in a while. But I try to do little sketches as warm ups and so these random sketches of the boys were born :) ! I was watching Toy Story and seeing Woody's lanky arms flopping around made me think of Steve and then this happened! And of course, harringrove kisses are good for the soul.

[miheartsedthings]

Long Drive

SFW

You can’t sleep. Your body too full of a thrumming sadness you can’t be rid of. The source of which you can’t pin down. Your heart feels stuck to your sternum and you turn over in bed again searching for some kind of relief. 

“Can’t sleep?”

Billy’s husky voice finds you in the dark. 

“Not even a little.” 

The two of you climb into the car, you bring your thin blanket and he doesn’t bother putting on a shirt. He’s warm enough to brave the spring chill without one. You let the passenger seat back and watch dark trees slide by the window. A navy sky empty of stars. His hand comes groping under the blanket, searching for your hand and you offer it, lacing your fingers with his. 

“What’s got you sad?” 

“How’d you know?”

He gives you a skeptical look. 

“All this time, you still think you can keep a secret from me?”

It makes you smile, however sadly. 

“Just feeling…far away…don’t know why.”

He nods slowly, his eyes watching the horizon while he mulls over what you’ve said. 

“From me?”

You shrug. 

“From everything. Just…feel like I’m missing something.” 

He brings your hand to his lips. 

“I’m here.” 

You smile. 

“I know.” You say “I know you’re here. I know I’m not really on my own I just…” You don’t have the words to finish this feeling. It has no particular name. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

He heaves a deep sigh. 

“Steve texted me.” 

This rings alarm bells, you raise the seat to sit up and look at him. 

“Yeah? Is he okay?”

He shakes his head.

“The nightmares came back. Bouncing’ off the fuckin walls over there.” 

You groan, your heart filling with worry. 

“How can he still live in that town?”

He shrugs. 

“The kids are there. He won’t leave till they graduate.” 

“Fuck.” Your head falls against the rest. “I worry about him,” you say. “A guy like that shouldn’t live alone. He needs people around.”

“I told him,” Billy grumbles, clearly worried about his friend. The sensitive boy he sometimes thinks of as a brown-eyed puppy. He rifles through the glovebox, retrieving his cigarettes with a huff. 

“You told him he can live with us, right? If he wants to?”

“I fuckin’ told him, baby,” he says around the cigarrette. He rolls down the window a second too late, filling the car with the heady musk of smoke. “He’s a stubborn asshole.” 

You cough and he apologizes, giving your knee an affectionate squeeze. You tell him it’s fine and crack your window as well. The two of you sit in silence for a while. Winding through streets in no particular order. 

“You think people can feel it when you're thinking about them?” Billy glances over at you. Unsure how to answer. “I mean, psychically. Like…I think about it with celebrities sometimes. When there's thousands of people thinking about you all at once, it has to have some effect. Maybe it just makes them sneeze.” He grins a little, taking another long hit from his Marlboro. “So maybe Steve’s sneezing his brains out right about now.” 

“I hope so. I hope he knows we give a shit.” 

“I think he knows you care. You tried hard after everything. He trusts you now.”

“Hmm.” 

He takes another long pull from his cigarette and angles the smoke toward the window. He avoids downtown and all that traffic, choosing instead to wind through the empty streets curving toward the San Bernadino mountains. 

“Are you gonna call him?” 

He sighs. Already his cigarette is nearly gone. 

“And say what?” 

“I don’t know. Sometimes people just need to hear they’re gonna be okay. And it means something coming from you.” 

He scoffs. The cigarette is done, and he scrubs it against the heel of his shoe before flicking it out the window. 

“You don’t think he listens to you?”

“If he listened to me he’d leave that asscrack of a town.”

You shrug, slumping down in your seat. 

“Leaving your home can be scary.”

“So fuckin’ what? Shit gets scary, do it anyway.”

You can’t help laughing. 

“I knew it, I knew you read that book!”

You can see him start to blush in the cool blue light from the dashboard. You’re talking about the book his therapist recommended the year after moving out of Hawkins. Do It Scared. He’d insisted he wasn’t interested in reading it, yet here he was quoting it like scripture. Your teasing gets to him, and he retaliates by jamming his fingers into the ticklish spot on your side. You’re forced against the door where you can’t wiggle out of his reach. Instantly you’re apologizing, begging for him to stop through painfully uncontrollable laughter. 

He’s smiling when he relents, satisfied to have taken his revenge. You settle back in your seat with a sigh. Followed by a yawn. 

“There it is,” he says, affection softening his tone. 

He brings your hand to his mouth again. Each of your fingers gets a turn against his lips. You watch him, taking in the details of his profile. You've looked at him so many times you've completely lost count, but every time you do it feels new. You discover something in the beauty of him that makes you realize again how much you want him nearby. This time, you watch his careful gaze as he looks out onto the road ahead. His lashes, tail lights shining into ocean blue. He’s worrying. 

“Anyway. Not everyone can just barrel through stuff. He’s scared and he could use a call from you.” 

“Alright, alright. I’ll check on the little dweeb. Happy?”

“Very,” you answer with a sleepy smile. 

You find yourselves far from home, wondering on and on as the hours roll by. You both have class in the morning, but there’s something so comforting about the car and the darkened streets. You waste time, long stretches of it going by without a word spoken between you. Not much needs to be said in company as familiar as this. You’re able to be together, letting go your tensions with every new scratch of mile. Drowsy and quiet until sunrise. 

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

a little present for my absence🤷‍♀️.

soundgasm links!!

Jealousy. (Part 5).

The Sleepover.

Library. (Part 3).

Thanksgiving. (Part 10).

Sneaking into your High-school Friend's Room

Your Boyfriends Father Helps You out during NNN.

A Christmas Dinner.

Are you feeling like a Good Girl again?

Fuck me? How about Fuck You. (Part 1).

Fuck me? How about I Fuck You Again. (Part 2).

some of these are from a series that i didnt add all the links to. but, these are my favorite ones from the series (it's called "The Boy Next Door" I think lol). oh and sorry if i messed up which part they are, i did it from memory. all the links are m4f and have different kinks and shit like that.

Here's (them in order as listed above): what I thought about them.

I enjoyed this one, I feel as though this entire series sounds a lot like Tate Langdon (ahs). This guy is known for sounding like Evan which he very much so does.

Again this guy sounds like Evan, which is.. hot. I can't really remember much from this one but I remember really liking it which is why I copied the link lol.

This one probably makes more sense if you listen to part 1 which is when you and (Tate) met at the church and he masturbated you in the back. Also I forgot what part 2 even was so sorry.

I like this one. But, if you like this one and part 5 I wouldn't recommend listening to the one called anger which I believe is after part 10.

This one was okay. If you're into that kinda like masturbating in front of someone else kinda thing this is what you'd wanna listen to. Oh, and this was def Steve Harrington (st).

This one, too, was okay. I didn't hate it. If you like dilfs, or cheating, or both, then this one's for you.

I really like the story part. The very beginning where he's telling a story is so sexy.. but the kinks and subby stuff wasn't my style. This gave Billy Hargrove (st) btw.

Again, I don't remember much of this one but if I copied the kink then I probably enjoyed it. I think this one possibly sounded like Steve? But I'd have to listen again.

Don't think this one gave me an idea of a person, but his voice is attractive. He kinda has an accent that's hidden in certain words but you can hear it.

I love this one. Part 2 > Part 1, if im being honest. I like how he redeemed himself for being such an asshole and how he realized that you're actually worth his time. Loved this one.

[intothedysphoria]

No thoughts, only Steve crying in the bathroom after his attempt to dye his hair blonde to impress Billy turned it bright orange.

Billy is weirdly charmed by it. Which is a plus.

[fizzigigsimmer]

Billy gets super turned on when Steve listens to him. Like not in the normal way though, like to his feelings or problems and shit.

That's nice and all but what really gets him going, is the weird patronizing stuff. Like when Steve lets Billy teach him how to change his oil, or the correct way to pronounce a big word. He doesn't think Steve is stupid and he's not trying to make him feel that way to stroke his own ego, so what gives?

It's been getting worse lately. Popped a boner when he caught Steve making the same pre-workout smoothie and trying the warmup exercises that Billy does just because he realized his muscles are less sore afterwards. Let him fuck him against the table just for teasing " Damn you. You're always right."

It might be weird, but he likes knowing that Steve pays attention, not just to what Billy says but what he does, even when Billy isn't asking for that attention. And when he looks, he doesn't see a waste of space or whatever it was that made Neil decide he could never do anything right.

With Steve, somehow he's always right.

[tastefulstars]

Hi, loved your sub Billy Hargrove fics ;) could I request something similar where reader is still in control but a much softer version ? So no degradation play/kink if that makes sense. Like, I wouldn't even call it "take control", it's just her being extremely gentle with him and taking the lead and let him just be himself, get lost in the moment, show him that sex doesn't have to be performative. Passionate, affectionate, loving sex. He loves it so much that he ends up crying. And it would be great to see HIS perception of all of this. In so many smut fics the focus is on how horny reader feels, how much pleasure she is in etc, and it would be cute to focus on Billy you know. I want all the sweet details lol. This boy needs so much love. Thank you so much ;)

Im not entirely sure if this is what you wanted but here we go :))

unedited as always but so full of love for baby boy billy.

It wasn't unusual for Billy to be pinned to the bed by you. He didn't mind, liked it even, when it was you.

The first time it happened - firm hands guiding him above you with a simple demand - had his brain going quiet, his body shaking with the need to follow your orders. You had him feeling so weak and he was hopeless, he needed you like he needed air - needed you to help him settle the angry noise in his mind that sounded a lot like his father, needed you to soothe his hurts with your words.

It was only ever you who he allowed to see him like this, vulnerable and not in control.

So it wasn't unusual for him to be held down on the bed with you straddling his hips. You have that look in your eye, and Billy knows you're going to take care of him, make him feel good. Today is different, though, your hands firm but gentle, your touch a soft caress and that unnerved him more than the idea of submitting to you.

You hush him softly, fingers smoothing the confused frown away.

"I'm going to look after you, baby." You murmur, lips caressing his cheek as you speak.

"You want that, don't you? You want me to look after you? You wanna be a good boy for me?"

Billy feels like he should be ashamed at how quickly you can have him whimpering, hard, and begging for your touch, but he isn't. He can't be, not when he's hopeless for you. He lets himself go slack, lets his worries go because you'll take care of him - you always do. You're watching him, eyes soft as you take him in and the smile you produce when he nods is almost blinding.

"Close your eyes."

Billy lets his eyes slip closed, his body relaxing further into the bed at your whispered praise. His breath hitches and catches in his throat when you drag your lips across his collar bone, soft kisses are pressed against his warm skin and it has heat boiling underneath his skin.

"Gonna worship you, baby. Wanna make you feel how much I adore you, you're so good for me Billy. My good boy."

Billy's heart swells and his stomach flips, his skin feels too tight and he's not too sure if he deserves this. He wants you, needs you, so badly but he can't stop the slight tensing of his muscles - can't stop the thought that he doesn't get to have you like this. You know him too well though because you're already soothing him, hands brushing down his torso and lips caressing his skin. You hush him again.

"Baby, let me love you."

Billy can't stop the helpless whine that escapes his lips because he wants that, wants it so badly. He shudders when you press a 'good boy' against his throat before you start to make your way down his body. By the time you settle between his legs, he's so hard he's aching, almost ready to start begging you for something - anything.

You don't make him wait, your lips wrapping around his cock and sinking down on him. Billy shudders and moans at the wet heat suddenly encasing him, he can't stop the soft moans and whimpers as you work him over with your mouth - especially when you pull off him every so often to whisper softly good boy, perfect, so perfect for me.

It doesn't take you long to have him worked up and close, you pull away before he could loose himself to the bliss of his climax and he whines, thighs shaking as he pants. You give him a moment to collect himself, to let the burning fire settle back into a warm heat before you lean up and kiss him.

"Want you to come inside me, okay Baby?"

He nods, relaxing again as you settle yourself next to him. Your leg is thrown over his waist.

"Hold me," you murmur, leaning over his chest and pressing kisses onto his warm skin.

Billy's arms automatically close around you, one wrapped behind your back, his hand pressed against your spine and keeping you close to him while the other holds onto the thigh splayed over his body.

"Open your eyes."

The whispered instruction has Billy snapping his eyes open and searching for yours. He drinks you in like a man starved of thirst, like he hasn't seen you in years rather than minutes. You're leaning on your elbow, holding yourself up to lean over his chest - it would be easy for you to slide on top of him in this position, or for him to shift you onto your back and press you down into the mattress.

You reach up with your free hand and cup his cheek, thumb stroking his face gently, he keeps his eyes on yours as you shuffle impossibly closer, your hips shifting. You let go of his face and he mourns the loss for a brief moment before you're gripping his shaft and pressing yourself down. It's heaven as he slides into you, warm and made just for him. He watches as your face slackens and a shudder wracks your body. You press your forehead against his as he slides home, you whine his name.

Billy knows his hands are probably gripping you too tight but he can't make himself let go. He needs you close, as close as two people could be. His eyes burn when you start to whisper to him, rolling your hips with each praise and sighing when he gently thrusts into you - following your lead.

Your fingers cling to his chest and face and you tell him how good he is - how perfect and lovely, and strong and how much you love him - as the two of you rock into each other. His throat closes up and he can't find the stinging at the back of his eyes, he lets them fall shut and presses his face against your check. His body trembles with it, you hold him a little bit tighter and keep whispering your love to him as he falls apart.

He feels desired, loved, wanted, good.

Tears wet your skin where he's hidden himself away from your eyes and you press a hand into his hair and he sobs as you tell him to look at me, baby please look at me want to see you I love you baby come with me - he obeys, lifts his head and let's his eyes find yours again. He's already so close and when he sees the adoration, the warmth, the love, written on your face, he hurtles off the edge. Fireworks explode under his skin and he feels you shuddering against him.

The two of you cling to each other while you catch your breath, sweaty foreheads pressed against the others. Billy can still feel tears leaking from his eyes, but it doesn't matter because you're kissing them away.

"Baby, are you okay?" Your voice is soft and your hands gentle as you work to bring Billy back to himself.

He nods, unable to find his voice, but he's okay, he feels like the sun - warm and happy and loved.