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arachine · 2 years
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— 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?: 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬
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+ 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝: multiple stranger things men
+ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mature
+ 𝐜𝐰: explicit sexual content
+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so…i’m back. It’s been so long since i’ve posted the first dick analysis, and i just couldn’t resist doing one for the stranger things men! this is just a filler post until i finish writing some of my requests and outlining the first few chapters of my eddie munson series. until then, please enjoy this, i had a lot of fun just spewing all of my whore thoughts into this >.<
+ part two here !
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+ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: the small font is a stylistic choice. if you are having trouble reading, i suggest you adjust your iphone’s settings!
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eddie “the freak” munson
↻ length: the social pariah, eddie munson, is many things. he’s loud, obnoxious, witty, and…a freak. yeah, he roleplays with 15 year old kids, and yeah, he very well may be a super senior–having repeated the 12th grade three times–but those things don’t really make him a freak. no, the thing that makes him a freak is the unnecessarily long, heavy piece of meat that swings between his legs like a pendulum. 
coming in at just about 6 inches flaccid, and 7.5 inches fully erect, eddie takes the cake for this lists’ third longest dong. 
↻ width: eddie’s a pretty skinny guy, and so, his dick’s probably not much thicker than a febreeze bottle. but it’s okay, because skinny dick, is still good dick. 
↻ color: he’s pale but it’s definitely a little tanner than the rest of his body. i’d say it’d progressively get darker the closer it gets to his tip (which is a beautiful mauve-y color that darkens when erect).
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↻ groomed: it’s the 80s, and he’s a metalhead with a wild mane of hair on his head, so naturally, i think he’d rock a little bush. just a little one, but on occasion, he will tackle it with some scissors and trim it down a bit. 
↻ curved: oh, god, yes. deliciously curved to the left with a plump, mushroomy head. 
↻ veins: duh! two thick veins that begin underside the shaft and split into a fork just beneath the head. 
↻ how he uses it: gonna just go ahead and say it, and this may be controversial, but i honestly think eddie would love putting you in a full nelson. now before you scrunch your nose in disagreement, just LISTEN. he’s such a skinny motherfucker but i just know there’s some muscle under those black skinny jeans and tees. i mean, we all saw that scene where he pinned steve against the wall with a broken beer bottle to his throat—albeit because he was defending himself—but that’s neither here nor there. eddie fucks, and he fucks good. 
steve “good hair” harrington 
↻ length: steve is a ken doll personified. except, unlike a ken doll, there’s actually something down there besides a flat surface—so rest assured, you won’t have to worry about bumping purses when doing the woo hoo. but here’s another controversial opinion: steve doesn’t have a big dick—it’s average, and that’s okay!
steve’s dick rests at a firm 5.3 inches flaccid, and a good 6.5 inches erect. not too big, and not too small. just…perfect, like him. 
↻ width: for what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth! yeah, you’re getting 6 inches, but he’s hitting you with that stretch—and it burns, but in the best way imaginable. 
↻ color: the prettiest boy in hawkins has to have the prettiest cock, right? i think it’d be pretty light in comparison to the rest of his body. when i think of him, i feel like he’d be one of those guys who are kinda tan but when they take off their pants, they have the most bizarre looking tan lines ever, and their ass is brighter than the moon! anyway, i digress; it’d be pretty pale with a mean, red tip when aroused, and strawberry pink when it’s soft. 
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↻ groomed: yes. he keeps it really simple. shaves it down real low but not enough to the point where he’s bald. 
↻ curved: as straight as a pencil 
↻ veins: has one on the top of his shaft that wraps around the head 
↻ how he uses it: we’re talking about steve here. steve the womanizer, steve the public enemy and panty dropper of seasons one through three. he’s all about that doggy style life. don’t let his himbo persona in season four fool you, that man is a whore! he likes to get down and dirty, and if that includes you on your hands and knees, with your face shoved into the sheets while your tears drip down onto the sheets…then, so be it. 
billy “ima turn you out” hargrove
↻ length: i am not a billy hargrove enjoyer but i can’t sit here and lie to you, i just won’t. that silly little fella’s got a cock the size of a bull… 
8.2 inches. 
no, i’m not taking criticism. he’s big, end of story. 
↻ width: the length matches the girth, sis. if you think you can take him—you can’t. and if you think i’m kidding—i’m not. think coke bottle, but longer.  
↻ color: tanned to perfection, because of course it is, he was a lifeguard for god sake! 
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↻ groomed: like steve, he keeps it pretty well trimmed. although, sometimes, he lets it grow out so he can show off his happy trail. and a sight to see it is!
↻ curved: oh my days, it curves to the right—like a lot. a real captain hook. 
↻ veins: absolutely covered in ‘em, but the most prominent one resides on the side of his shaft and if you really look at it, it kinda looks like a little lighting bolt. 
↻ how he uses it: you can’t have sex with billy and expect intimacy, that just isn’t happening. he likes it with absolutely no strings attached and no eye contact. so, expect to be thrown into all types of obscure positions, his favorite of which includes you with half of your body hanging off the bed and him pounding mercilessly into you from behind. honestly, as long as billy gets a view of your ass, he doesn’t really care.
jim “big zaddy” hopper 
↻ length: the biggest dick on this list. a true monster cock, that is it, that is all. 
but if i had to give a specific measurement…9 inches. whether that’s his measurement soft or erect, i’ll let you be the judge of that.  
↻ width: he’s so thick that he’d probably split your pussy open if he didn’t properly prepare you, and even then, you’d still never be prepared enough :(
↻ color: i’d say it would be one or two shades darker than his complexion, and the head is definitely not pink. more like a rouge mixed with a little brown.  
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↻ groomed: jim just gives grown man, you know? like obviously, he is one, but i just think there’s something so sexy about a man with body hair! so, i don’t think he’d keep it well trimmed, or trimmed at all for that matter. and if he does decide to take a pair of scissors to it, it’s very, very rare. 
↻ curved: surprisingly, no. it’s straight, but extremely heavy and he has big man balls to match. 
↻ veins: yes, just like billy, they’re all over. with a dick as big as his, he’s gonna need all the veins he can get to transport the appropriate amount of blood to it. 
↻ how he uses it: very traditional, very cute and sweet. likes to fuck in missionary because he’s a real man, and he prefers to look into his lover’s eyes while pleasuring them. however, that doesn’t mean he’s a prude. if he wants to, he could put you in a full nelson, but he usually just opts for something that won’t throw his old man back out :)
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dearramiel · 11 months
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how about consensual somnophilia with billy. you wake up to him moaning and muttering in ur ear about how tight you are and the second he realises ur awake he starts thrusting faster into you desperately chasing his high causing the headboard to shake- moaning and degrading you telling you what a whore you are for taking his ✨huge✨cock
I'm flabbergasted because this would be a dream come true.
✧ - consensual somnophilia, name calling(whore), little praising, rushed but I DESPERATELY needed to write this,
You thought you were having a wet dream. You and Billy had gone out to lovers lake where you'd set a blanket down.
Billy's had a gentle pace set, your legs were spread open, feet on the blanket, and arms around his neck.
You could hear Billy muttering filthy things into your ear as his dick plunged in and out of your pussy, his hands on either side of your head as he buried his face into your shoulder.
It sounded faded, but you could still hear what he was saying.
"Like that, baby?"
"Pretty pussy is tugging my cock.."
"Such a good girl.."
Your cunt only flutters at his words, they make you feel so good, especially with the way he says them into your ear.
"Billy.." You moan between haziness, lust, and sleep. Then you realize that you continue to feel something between your thighs, something thick, hard, long, and deep within your walls.
Billy's cock was shoved into your pussy, and instead of on a blanket somewhere in the woods, you were actually on the bed you shared with your boyfriend.
The squeaks of the springs are now louder as Billy realizes that you are slowly waking up. But between that state, he starts to fuck you harder and faster until eventually your eyes shoot open and you're met with Billy's intimidating blue eyes. Your pussy clenched around his cock as the eye contact suddenly had you dazed, you could feel how wet you were, it was pooling to your ass and the sheets below you.
"Billy-!" You cried his name when you felt a sudden pinch build up inside you. You can hear the bed creak, the headboard bang against the wall, the slick sound of slapping and juices whenever Billy pulls out just to push his hungry cock back in.
"Shh, baby, I know.." He growls into your ear after he leaned back down, "I can feel it.. tight pussy begging for my cum.."
"You really are a filthy girl... but still my girl." He whimpers into your ear when his own high starts to take a sort of affect on him.
"Yes, Billy, please..!"
"So desperate, isn't she? Such a whore for my cock." He mocks.
You furiously nodded your head, shutting your eyes close as your body started to feel a wave of heat come over you. Billy could almost see it, "Gonna cum, Billy!"
"Cum, cum on my dick, baby..!" He groaned as he shot a load of cum into you and with no second to spare, you follow soon after. Billy let's your cum coat his cock before he pulls out, watching as a stream of mixed cum drips out of your pussy.
He watches as your body continues to shake, almost like you're shivering. Billy takes one last look into your eyes, before he smirks, "Fucking whore, knew you'd like that."
You whimper, closing your legs, and letting Billy tug your body into his side.
"Thank you, baby.." You silently thank, "was so good."
Billy only kisses your forehead as he watched you fall back to sleep, he's not gonna act like your idea wasn't just about the hottest thing he's ever tried. But he knew it wasn't going to be the last.
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buckysgrace · 1 year
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Friendly Competition
Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Billy has almost beat Steve Harrington at everything he was once the best at. There is just one more thing left to obtain.
His girl.
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CW: Smut, Breeding kink if you squint (wrap before you tap lmao) some manipulation, spitting, crying, some slapping idk, Billy is kinda a dick, cheating.
You weren't quite sure how you ended up befriending Billy Hargrove, but you did. You supposed it was the genuine interest that he showed in you. You weren't attracted to him like other girls were, you were just happy that someone seemed to care about the little things you had to say.
Steve had warned you. He had been completely furious when he found out you were speaking to him in the first place. You couldn't particularly blame him. You knew that Steve was jealous of the other boy. Billy had come in a like a tornado and scooped up all of Steve's hard work to take over the school.
It started small, so small that you barely noticed Billy's presence around you at first. He was just suddenly there with his pearly white smile and charismatic attitude. You could see why girls flocked to him so easily, but you were loyal to Steve.
"Is this yours?" You looked over your shoulder as Billy leaned in close to you, the smell of mint and cigarettes lingering on his breath. You looked at the wooden pencil he was holding in his hand.
"Maybe?" You set your book down, looking across your desk to see that you had knocked your pencil off without meaning to. You reached over to grab it, your fingers knocking against his as he handed you the pencil, "Thank you. You're a lifesaver." You teased softly as you sat it back on your desk. His smile only grew at your words.
"I'm Billy," He held his hand out and you hesitantly took a hold of his rough palm. You watched as he clasped his free hand on top of your palm, sandwiching your hand between his, "I don't know if we've met before?"
You almost told him that you knew who he was. It was only his first week at school and everyone had already been talking about him. That included your boyfriend. You thought it was a bit silly, worrying about his status and everything else when he'd be graduating in a few months. He had changed for the better, but you were worried he was on a slippery slope back to his previous self with how threatened he acted.
"Probably not," You smiled kindly as he released your hand, "We'll see each other at basketball games. I'm a cheerleader." You responded as you made small talk. You weren't really sure what Steve had been so worried about. He seemed pleasant as his smile grew.
"Good, I hope to see you around." There wasn't much to the conversation in your opinion, but you had given Billy everything he needed to know about you, like you were an open book.
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"Do you understand this?" You were taken aback as Billy shuffled his desk towards yours, his knees brushing against your bare skin as you looked over to the paper he was holding. You squinted your eyes for a moment, having a hard time reading his handwriting.
"Oh, yeah. You just haven’t been carrying your numbers. So do it like this instead,” He scooted closer to watch you write out the problem for him. You paid no attention to how his eyes watched you, already used to the way he held contact, “Like this.” You pushed the paper back towards him. He looked over it for a moment, biting on his pencil.
“That makes a bit more sense,” He admitted slowly. He looked up to face you, his blue eyes flickering in the sunlight as he smiled gently. You felt your heart hammering in your chest, “Thank you. Steve didn’t mention you were smart.” You bit your lip, smiling at the mention of your boyfriend.
“What did he mention about me?” You smiles, thinking Billy was going to offer you another compliment that Steve had gushed about you. Billy chuckled, flicking his tongue across his bottom lip.
“Not much, he said you’re good with your mouth,” You stared in horror, feeling your body warm. Steve had mentioned that to you before, but you didn’t like that he was telling other people. You gulped hard, “Just locker room talk.” Billy admitted as his knee brushed against yours again. You nodded, trying not to act bothered as you turned away from him. You missed the smirk on his face and the way he looked at you as if you were a snack.
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"I don't like you being around him," Steve was irritated after he crawled off of you. You sat up a bit, pulling the blanket over your chest as you stared at him confused, "Hargrove. I don't like you hanging out with Hargrove." You frowned, staring at his back muscles as he moved.
"I wouldn't really classify it as hanging out. He gave me his jacket because I was cold." You retorted as you furrowed your eyebrows together. Steve still looked pissed as he sat to the side of the bed. You weren't used to fighting with him and didn't understand why you were fighting so much recently. You had known Steve since grade school and remained semi friends through your schooling experience. It wasn't until his recent split with Nancy that he had shown interest you. You still weren't convinced that he hadn't used you as a rebound, but you had been together so long since then that it didn't seem to bother you anymore.
"It's because he wants you," Steve snapped as he pushed a hand through his thick hair, "He's flirting with you to get to me." You sat up further, moving the blankets so you could try and look at him. You had seen the girls Billy went after and you certainly didn't lump yourself into that group.
"Steve, this is getting out of hand. I think you're getting too paranoid. Does anyone really care about status that much?" You weren't super popular, but being on Steve's arm did leave you lumped into that crowd. You really didn't care about any of that, however, and didn't know why Steve let it get to him so much. He huffed.
"Yes, literally everyone cares about that but you." He sounded bitter, and you felt your eyes soften as you watched the hardened lines grow on his face as he was in deep thought. You sighed.
"I really don't talk to him. I promise and I'm sorry for wearing his jacket. I didn't think it was a big deal at the time," You decided apologizing was better than keeping on about some dumb fight. You knew that this was just knew to him. He was used to being the center of attention and having lots of friends. Now, his friend group had basically become just you while the rest huddled towards Billy. Steve was used to being a leader and not a follower.
"Maybe you should go," Steve sighed and you watched as he stood to hand you your clothes. You stared at the pile in your lap as you looked up at him surprised, "I have a lot to think about." You opened your mouth and shut it right away. You had planned this weekend specifically because his parents were out of town and now, he was kicking you out?
"Seriously?" You huffed as you began to dress yourself, completely irritated in the childish way he was acting, "You need to get over yourself. No one is out to get you." You shimmied your pants up over your hips, watching how he looked like he wanted to argue back. You didn't let him get the chance to start again before you were stomping down the clean hallway and down the stairs and out into the cool night sky.
You wrapped your arms around yourself as you began to trek your way back to your house. You cursed Steve for his extremely fancy house that was positioned out in the middle of nowhere as you began to lose yourself in your thoughts.
Anymore it felt like your relationship was too full, like Billy was driving a wedge between the two of you. All Steve could do was complain about something he had done that made him feel even more less than before.
You didn't think you were being disrespectful in your relationship. You still didn't classify Billy as a friend, but anymore he was a lot easier to talk to than Steve. He didn't complain about social status or how hard his life was at the moment. He asked about your interests and genuinely seemed to care about what you had to say. Then again, maybe you should give Steve the benefit of the doubt. Then you remembered how he was making you walk all the way home in the chill, dark and you felt yourself growing irritated all over again.
You felt yourself tense as a car slowed near you, driving with your pace. You tried to ignore it, hugging yourself tighter. If you ended up dying you would be haunting Steve for the rest of his miserable life,“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” You were shocked to hear Billy’s voice. He appeared like the devil himself, looking rather pleased as he realized who had been walking on their own, “Need a ride?” You forgot all about your conversation with Steve, nodding as you climbed your way into the car. You were too freaked out about being abducted now to care about your boyfriends complaints.
“Thanks,” You buckled up quickly, watching as he put his smoke out, “I can pay you back.” Billy shook his head, reaching forward to turn his music down.
“It’s no problem. Where do you live?” He questioned you softly. You felt like he wasn’t this nice with anyone else but figured that was Steve’s voice crawling inside you. You told him the address, sitting back as you relaxed a bit.
“You have a nice car,” You told him politely, trying to make conversation as he took his time driving you home, “It must’ve been expensive.”
“Not really,” Billy chuckled, “I fixed most of it up myself. What about you? Do you drive?” He kept turning the conversation towards you. You were pleasantly surprised. It felt like it had been a long time since anyone had been interested in you. What you liked, what you did. You happily rambled on, not paying attention to how Billy was taking the long way to get to your house.
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Then, the moments started to grow. He started to be there for you more often than Steve was. You began to rely on him more, misjudging his actions to be friendly.
"Can you pick me up tonight?" You asked Steve as you leaned against the locker in your cheerleading uniform. People were rushing by to get out of school, and you didn't blame them. You'd rather be heading home than staying to practice as well. Steve sighed, slamming his locker shut as he shoved his books into his backpack. Your smiled hardened, understanding he was going through a lot at the moment.
"I'll try. I have," He paused for a moment, "I have something going on tonight." You felt your eyebrows furrowing as you listened to him. He had never been so vague before.
"Something? Like what? You're going to miss basketball practice?" You rushed all of your questions out at once, trying to understand your boyfriend. He sighed, irritated.
"Does it matter? Something is going on and I can't make practice or pick you up. My life doesn't revolve around you, you know." He spit out angrily. You were floored. He never spoke to you in such a manner before. Whatever he was going through, he was blaming you for it. You found yourself frowning.
"Sorry I'm such a bother. I'll find my own way home." You muttered, pulling your backpack over your shoulder as you turned away before he could say anything else. You didn't need this, you didn't deserve this. You hadn't done anything wrong to him.
You were still mad through practice, missing most of your usual moves and beats. Chrissy had tried to talk to you, to ask you what was going on but you brushed her off too. Steve had left you in a rotten mood. It had been building for weeks and now it felt like it was becoming too much for you to handle.
"Don't tell me you're walking," The familiar blue Camaro appeared next to you, driving slowly as you made your way down the dirt path out of the school. You sighed, wanting to simmer in your anger on the long trek home, "Hey, what's wrong?" You stopped in your spot, feeling all of the emotions bubbling up inside of you as you turned to face him.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm walking home. I'm fine," You forced out, parading the best smile as you could manage. Billy looked at you unamused thorough his shades, "Seriously, I can walk home."
"Get in," He said simply as he stopped his car. He blew smoke out towards you as he waited for you to make up your mind. You sighed, thinking that it would serve Steve right to see you get in Billy's car, "I'll drive nice and slow, just for you." Billy teased. You scoffed, getting in the passenger seat and buckling up.
"You're such a gentleman," You teased with a roll of your eyes, "Take a left on this street." You told him, beginning to give him directions to your house. He flicked his eyes over towards you as you remembered he had already taken you to your house before.
"Something on your mind?" He questioned, lighting a cigarette as he glanced at you. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, shrugging as you glanced towards him.
"There's just a lot going on, I guess." You admitted, finding an odd comfort as you sat in his blaring car. You glanced at him, watching the way his curls moved in the wind. It was nice, being somewhere and not having to listen to someone complain about him. You weren't sure if that was the best thing to admit.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, looking at you uncertainly as he inhaled his cigarette. You watched the way the smoke tumbled from his pink lips. It felt nice having someone interested in what you were thinking about. Steve had been too wrapped up in his own problems recently to listen to you.
"Steve is just acting weird," You weren't sure why you blurted it out, maybe it felt like you had no one else to say it to. You could feel anger forming in the base of your stomach again, thinking about how quick Steve was to leave you to the side, "I don' t know, he's just frustrating sometimes." You leaned back in your seat, feeling bad for talking about your boyfriend in this manner. Billy glanced at you in keen interest as he pulled into your driveway.
"He wasn't at practice today," Billy told you what you already knew, "That's pretty weird." He took the last drag from his cigarette, watching you with keen interest. You swallowed a lump in your chest, wondering if he was thinking the same thing you were.
"Thanks for the ride," You replied with a soft smile, unbuckling your seatbelt, "I really appreciate it." You knew you would just spiral if you continued to think about what your boyfriend was too busy with that, he couldn't give you a drive home.
"What are you doing with him?" Your head snapped up, looking at your porch where Steve was resting on one of the top steps. You felt a bit sheepish, thinking about how you had just been talking about him.
"He gave me a ride, so I didn't have to walk in the dark." You replied dryly, putting on your backpack before taking slow steps towards Steve. He completely ignored your words.
"I thought I said I didn't want you hanging out around him," Steve looked at you betrayed, glaring towards the blue car that was still sitting in your driveway, "He's an asshole." You felt your shoulders stiffening in defense.
"I can make my own judgement. He gave me a ride, that's it," You were getting irritated, feeling a bit embarrassed that you were arguing while Billy was still watching, "Seriously. You're making a big deal out of nothing."
"He's not bothering you, is he?" You turned, watching Billy stand outside of his car. He was smoking again, watching you with concern. Steve scoffed, looking at you incredulously.
"Can you believe him? Asking if I'm bothering you," Steve pushed his hands through his hair, obviously ruffled as he took a step towards Billy. You followed him, not really wanting the two boys to get in a fight in front of your house. You'd have a hard time explaining that to your parents, "You can leave now." He hissed, glaring at Billy. You were too concerned with trying to keep your boyfriend calm that you missed the smirk on Billy's face.
"Just go," You were mad, giving Steve a serious look, "You're acting ridiculous. Just go home, Steve." You were exasperated but you still felt bad when he looked at you like you had smacked him.
"What about him?" He motioned towards Billy, his tone suddenly not sounding as angry as he looked at you desperately.
"He was trying to leave before you came out here acting all crazy," You protested, feeling the need to defend yourself. Steve's brown eyes softened, like he had just realized how brash he had been, "Seriously, just go home and rest. Or do something. I have homework to do." You felt a bit guilty, but you meant your words. You were too exhausted to listen to him complain about Billy tonight. You knew he would be mad at you, but you didn't care.
"Have a good night." Billy's voice carried through the thick tension, a hint of amusement in his tone as you walked up the stairs to your home. You thought about turning to wave to him but decided against it, not wanting Steve to have any more fuel to accuse you of anything.
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"We can study up here," You walked up the staircasing, showing Billy up to your room. You had been partnered together for a presentation and you were hoping that you would get it done with quickly. You didn't need Steve showing up to your house, pouting because you were around Billy again, "It's a bit messy." You quickly kicked some things out of the way, trying to clear up the entrance way to your cluttered bedroom before reaching for your other homework you'd been working on.
After speaking with your boyfriends again you had agreed to stay away from Billy. You knew there had been nothing malicious about your behavior but decided that it was better to agree to his terms than continue to fight. It had worked for a while, until you realized he was talking to Nancy again. It fueled your anger, realizing that you would never been quite enough for him.
"Steve isn't here?" Billy questioned, his eyes lingering at different areas in your room. He seemed to be thinking the same thing that you were. You quickly removed your books from your bed, clearing up an area as you turned to look at him.
"No," You spoke, trying to hide your annoyance as you placed your schoolbooks on your dresser, "He had something to do with Nancy." You were sure irritation was evident as Billy turned to you curiously.
"I thought him, and Wheeler broke up?" Your hands lingered against the nightstand near your bed, staring down at the picture of you and Steve wrapped up in each other's arms. It hurt, thinking about what he was probably doing right now.
"I thought so too." You admitted, trying to ignore the pain in your heart and the lump that was forming in the back of your throat. It would be silly to cry in front of someone like Billy. You were sure he'd have no idea what to do.
"He doesn't deserve such a pretty thing like you," He stepped forward, staring down at you with intense blue eyes. Your heart sudden beat a different rhythm as your breath hitched in your chest. His hands gripped at your soft waist, rubbing patterns into your smooth skin with his rough hands.
"What are you doing?" Your breath came up rough as you looked up at the blonde boy, noticing the way his eyes were observing you. He looked like he wanted to eat you.
"When was the last time Steve touched you like this?" Billy asked as he seemed to tower over you. Your heart was pattering in your chest as you looked up at him unsure, his large hands squeezing your hips softly.
"A while," You admitted softly. Billy's fingers slowly pushed the hem of your shirt up. You felt as if your waist burst into flames from the sensation of him against you. You were melting against him, slowly moving with him as he backed you towards your bed, "He's been distracted." You tried to defend the brown eyed boy, remembering that he was your boyfriend.
"Such a shame, if I had you there would be no one else I'd think of," Billy's blue eyes held onto your gaze intensely. You were thankful he was holding onto you, fearing that if he let go, you'd fall onto your carpeted floor and melt away, "You're fucking stunning." He spoke close to your face. You hesitated in his hands, not moving your face forward as you watched him.
"I can't." You mumbled, unsure of your own words as your body seemed to be urging to press up against him. You hadn't felt this much tension or want in such a long time. It was hard to feel guilty with other sensations taking over your body. Billy cocked a grin, raising his eyebrow as his nose brushed against yours.
"You can't have fun, c'mon," He licked his white teeth, glancing away for a moment before looking at you again, "I just want you to feel good. It doesn't have to mean anything. He won't have to know." The words were balancing in your mind as you considered him.
"I don't want Steve to know. I don't want to hurt him" You were feeling your resolve break down as Billy's touch sent flames at your skin. You exhaled softly, moving your arms over your head as he pulled your shirt up. You stared into his blue eyes, watching as his eyes raked over your cleavage.
"He'd never know. You said it yourself; he's been distracted. You deserve to be treated like a Queen. Let me show you," He sounded convincing as he moved his hands behind your waist. He traveled his warm hands up your back softly, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Your heart was beating even faster as he slowly fiddled with your bra, pulling the straps apart before letting it slide down your shoulders. You quickly covered your boobs as he pulled the material off, a nervous smile pressing against your face, "Don't be nervous. You're fucking beautiful." Maybe it was because it had been so long since Steve had said those words to you, maybe you were just that deprived to search for comfort in anyone else. You listened to Billy, letting your hands fall to your sides as he drank you in, his blue eyes darkening.
He kept eye contact with you as he slowly lowered himself onto his knees of your bedroom floor. Your whole body was warming as you watched his movements slowly. There was something so odd in seeing someone like Billy on his knees for you. He unbuttoned your jeans slowly, gripping a hold of your panties along with your jeans as he pulled them down your thighs. You resisted the urge to cover your face in embarrassment as his features lit up. He smirked up at you, gently pressing his palm against your hip to knock you down onto your mattress. A squeal left your mouth, your chest filling with giddiness as you sat up on your elbows to look at him. He dragged you forward by your thighs, gleaming up at you.
"I bet your cunt tastes so sweet," He whispered as he rested your legs over his shoulders. He looked like sin as he dipped between your legs, flicking his tongue out against your wet folds. A moan left your mouth as you watched his eyes close for a moment as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, "Fuck, Harrington gave up this? Such a shame." Billy tsked, his fingers squeezing around your thighs as his mouth devoured your wet cunt. His tongue flicked and swirled between your folds before he played with your clit.
Your elbows slid out from under you as you rested against your mattress, your mouth parting in awe as you focused on the sensation of his mouth against you. You mewled out, reaching down to tangle his blonde locks in your nimble fingers. The guilt was fading away as the pleasure took over.
"Oh god," You whined out, feeling your back arching at the feeling of his thick fingers pressing into your wet hole. You whimpered softly, already feeling stretched around him as he curled his fingers into your heat. He was lapping his tongue lazily against your throbbing clit as your hands tightened in his hair. You whimpered softly, "Feels so good." You whined out, moving your hips against his hot tongue.
He chuckled softly, pulling his mouth away from your wet heat as he curled his fingers up against your walls and searched for the bundle of nerves inside of you. You were grinding down against his hand rapidly, ultimately showing him just how needy you actually were.
"Pretty Boy wasn't fucking you nearly good enough," Billy spit out, his lips trailing against your thighs as he moved his thrusted his fingers inside of you faster. You could feel the cool metal of his rings hitting against your entrance each time he pushed into you deeper, "I'll change that, baby. Gonna fuck you so nice, gonna fill that tight cunt with my cock." He promised, his teeth grazing against your thighs as he spoke. You whimpered, far into pleasure to care about how wrong his words are. You felt your toes curling as his thick digits hit that sweet spot inside of you.
"Billy!" You cried out, rolling your hips relentlessly as you chased that feeling again. You where whining, writhing on the bed as he dipped between your legs again and wrapped his pink lips around your clit. It was like he was rising you into the sky, bringing you closer and closer towards heaven.
He hummed again, sucking your clit hard as his fingers brought you to your high. You moaned, your fingers clinging to his hair as you shook around him. You were breathing hard as he slowly lowered you back to the Earth.
You were shaking still as he pulled away from you. You were in a daze as you stared up at the ceiling. It had been so long since you had had a proper orgasm. You felt your toes curl softly as he slid you back up towards your bed. You squealed softly, still trying to catch your breath.
Billy stood at the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the few buttons of his shirt before he pulled it off. You stared at his tanned skin, the toned muscles. Maybe it was your guilt, but you couldn't help but compare how he looked to Steve. You tried to shake the feelings away as he unlooped his belt and slowly pulled his jeans down his thick thighs.
Your felt your jaw dropped when he revealed his hard cock. It bobbed against his stomach, standing straight as he crawled onto your mattress to face you. You didn't look at his face, too preoccupied with staring at the thick, angry dick between his legs.
"You ready?" He didn't reach for a condom, instead he swirled the head of his cock along your sensitive clit. You jumped, hissing softly as you felt your legs shaking still from your previous orgasm. You nodded stiffly, wanting nothing more than to feel him stretching you out. He pushed his tip into you slowly, gauging your reaction.
It was like you were being split in half. Steve was long, but Billy seemed to be twice as thick. He was groaning softly, spreading your legs wider and up towards your chest as he bottomed out inside of you. You hissed softly, your walls burning as your cunt swallowed his fat cock. He looked down between your legs, spitting again as he coated your pussy with his saliva.
"Holy fuck," Billy cursed as he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. His mouth opened in bliss as he stared down at you, "You've been holding out on me." He grunted, rocking his hips forward slowly. You blubbered at the feeling of pain and pleasure swirling inside of you.
"So big," You breathed out, unsure of how else to tell him you weren't used to his size yet. He smirked proudly, cupping your chin softly as his thumb played with your bottom lip, "S'lot." You admitted, fluttering your eyelashes as you looked up at the blonde boy again.
"Poor little baby isn't used to my big cock?" Billy teased playfully, moving his hips slowly as you adjusted around him. You whined, feeling his spit slip towards your throbbing clit. You shook your head pathetically, inhaling as you felt him slide deeper inside of him, "Don't worry, baby. When I'm done with you, you won't forget my cock." He promised, drawing his hips back softly before pushing into you harder. You squealed softly, reaching towards your pillows as the pleasure overtook the pain. You'd never been stretched in such a way before.
"Feels," You breathed out harshly as he bent lower to face you, his blue eyes watching you intensely as he built up a slow rhythm. Your pussy was growing more wet, your slick coating his hard length, "Feels so good." You whined softly, feeling your eyes close in awe. They snapped open hard when his hand connected against your cheek, smacking you softly to draw your attention back towards him.
"Hey, hey," He gripped your chin softly before he squeezed your cheeks together hard, pouting your lips out towards him, "I want you to watch me fucking this little pussy, okay? You're only to think of me right now." He demanded, looking at you seriously as you nodded your head. You were too full of his cock, in too much bliss to wonder about who else you'd be thinking of at this moment.
"Okay," You whined as he pushed his cock into you harder, leaning on your legs more as they began to burn from pleasure, "Mhm, god. Fuck me so good, Billy." You pleaded. He dipped his head low, pressing his rough lips against yours in a fleeting kiss. You felt momentarily frozen, thinking about how he tasted so much different than Steve. Steve was always sweet, Billy tasted of mint and cigarettes.
He didn't let you draw on your thoughts about Steve too long before he was slamming into you hard, his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves as you cried out. You desperately wished to grind up against him, to push him in deeper but there was no moving under his tight grip.
"Such a greedy little whore," He spit out, watching the way you were desperately trying to move your hips, "Already made you cum on my fingers and tongue and you're grinding up against me like a bitch in heat. Was that not enough?" You shook your head, your moans cascading off of the walls.
"More," You begged, wanting to feel as much as him as possible, "Need more." You felt like crying when he stopped moving his hips. You could feel his hard length pulsing inside of you, but you still feared that you had said the wrong thing.
"Okay, I'll give you more of my cock, baby," He let go of your legs slowly as he pulled out of your tight hole. You whined, watching him move as he pulled his hard cock from your wet heat. You felt a look of betrayal forming on your face, "S'okay. I'm gonna give you my cock, baby. Just relax." You felt tense as he rolled you onto your hands and knees. He positioned you a bit, so you were facing the doorway. It felt odd, but you ignored it at the feeling of cool leather pressing against your neck. Your gasp was cut off by him wrapping his belt tightly around your neck. You struggled to breath for a moment. You felt like this was far out of your comfort zone.
"I don't know," You started to speak as you felt your pulse quickening against your wrists. Billy chuckled, sliding his hard cock between your wet folds before he tapped it against your hole playfully. You were arching back suddenly, forgetting your discomfort, "Fuck me." You changed your subject entirely, looking back over your shoulder to watch him. He grinned down at you, gripping onto the belt around your neck like it was a collar.
"You're so damn needy for my cock. Pretty Boy was just neglecting this pretty little cunt," Billy tsked as he slowly slid his tip inside of you. You moaned, trying to push back to urge him in. He gripped your backside, holding you still as he watched you, "Patience, baby. You'll get my cock soon enough. I promise." He slid in slowly, teasing you as every time he hit a deeper spot inside of you, he'd pull out again. You gripped your hands in fists around the sheets, desperately trying to hold yourself together. You wanted his cock so badly. You'd never wanted something so badly before.
"Please," You whined out, sounding breathless as he caressed your backside. You were willing to get on the ground and beg for him to fuck you. Your body was trembling with want. He bit his lip, trying to control his smirk as he slowly filled you. You mewled, feeling his balls pressing up against you from how deeply he filled you, "Yes, just like that." You sighed out in relief. Billy yanked on the belt, earning an odd sound from you as his other hand roughly smacked your backside a few times. You yelped; your moan cut off from his grip on the belt.
"S'okay baby, s'alright," Billy pulled out until only the head of his cock remained, then swiftly slammed into you. You rocked forward, your eyes hitting the back of your head as the pleasure gripped you. You felt drool forming in the corner of your mouth and you quickly tried to lick it away, "Gonna fuck you dumb, make you my own little cock slut." Billy promised, grinding his hips into you deeply before he built a rough pace. Every thrust left you slamming forward, nearing the edge of the bed as he held onto you tightly. You were a moaning mess, unable to focus on how wrong all of this was with his dick hitting your bundle of nerves with each wild thrust.
You wanted to cry out again, to tell him how good he felt inside of you, but your tongue was unable to form any words. The sounds of your skin meeting filled the room in a filthy way. Billy was grunting on top of you, smacking your backside as he dragged you along his cock. He gripped the belt, pulling you off of your elbows and against his sweaty chest as he beat his cock into your sensitive pussy. You glanced at him, whimpering as you tried to hold yourself up.
"Do you like my cock?" He asked roughly, his free hand snaking around your waist as he pressed down on the bulge forming on your abdomen from his thrusts. You whined at the odd sensation as you nodded your head quickly. He moved his hand away, smacking you lightly across your cheek, "Use your big girl words." He commanded. Your cheek lightly burned but you liked it. It was odd that the pain he was causing you made you feel so good.
"Yes," You spit out, feeling tears of pleasure beginning to form on your cheeks, "Love it so much." You nodded your head, looking at him sincerely. He smirked, licking at your swollen lips messily before he was shoving you back down with the belt. You gagged when he pulled too hard, trying to regain your breathing as he shoved your face into the mattress.
"Such a good cock whore," Billy praised as he snapped his hips forward harder. He was clawing at your waist, forcing you against him harder and you were more than happy to oblige. You didn't think it would ever feel so good to be called such terrible names, "Gonna make you my own little slut. Gonna fuck you whenever I want. You want that don't you?" He degraded as he smacked your sensitive skin again. You nodded, before quickly remembering to speak when you answered him.
"Yes," You wailed when he hit your bottom again. Your skin was beginning to feel raw and sore, "Wanna be your little slut." You promised him, nodding your head urgently to let him know that you meant it. He grunted, his fingers digging into his waist as he rolled his hips inside of you. The sensation caused your toes to curl and a loud moan to leave your lips. You could feel your stomach muscles beginning to curl, signaling that you were near.
"You wanna cum on my cock?" Billy leaned over your body, whispering huskily in your ear as his movements became more rapid. You were crying around his cock, begging him for more as your cunt gripped around his hard dick like a second skin. You were whimpering incoherently as you tried to form words.
"Yes," You finally breathed out as a line of spit let your parted lips, "So bad, please." You were begging, looking towards the blue-eyed boy. He licked his bottom lip, drawing his attention towards the doorway with a snort. You didn't care what had gathered his attention. You just never wanted him to stop moving.
"Show him how good you are baby, show him how good my cock feels," Billy snapped his hips forward, the head of his cock hitting against your bundle of nerves as he held on tightly to the belt around your neck. Your mind was fuzzy, too focused on the feeling of his cock inside you to fully understand his words. He used his other hand to smack your cheek, gripping your chin to face you towards the doorway, "Show him what he's been missing."
Your eyes met brown ones, but you were unable to do much about the boy in the doorway as you clenched around Billy's fat cock and came around him. You were shrill as you moaned, your eyes clenching shut tightly as your body trembled around Billy's tight grip. He grunted hard above you, drawing you back with the belt so you were forced to look at his flushed expression.
"Gonna cum inside your little cunt, fill you with my cum. You want that? You want me to breed you? Fill you with my seed?" He hissed out, his hips snapping against you harshly as he dragged you along his cock. You nodded in shame and pleasure, a bittersweet mixture as you were all too aware with your boyfriends' eyes watching your every movement.
You cried out another time, your toes curling again as you felt his warm cum fill the deepest parts of you. Your feet kicked off the mattress softly as he held onto the belt tighter, cutting off your airflow momentarily. He was grunting like a beast, using his other hand to claw at your sides as he came down from his high. you whimpered when he let go harshly, your head rocking forward towards your bed.
You were a mess. Hair tangled from being pulled, lips red and swollen with drool pooling down to your chest. Your skin was darker where Billy had smacked you, your pussy full of the mixture of the two of you. You were ashamed, staring up at the brown eyed boy as his eyes looked at you with horror. You tried to look away, to avert your eyes so you wouldn't have to feel your guilt.
Billy yanked the belt around your neck like it was a collar and you were a dog on a leash. He forced you to look at Steve's horrified expression as Billy's cheek pressed against yours. You felt his mouth curl into a smirk as he looked at Steve.
"Sorry man, she's a bit busy. I can't believe you weren't fucking this," Billy growled, turning your head to kiss you harshly. You whimpered in protest, feeling a pang in your chest, "She's so fucking good, man. I hope you don't mind. I just couldn't help myself." You slowly raised your eyes to look at Steve again, feeling guilty and ashamed. It was like he was stuck in his spot, no words coming forward as all he could do was stare at the two of you.
You were quiet, staring down at Steve's sneakers as Billy moved behind you. You were too aware of how you were still clamped down around his length, your pussy begging for him not to leave as he unstrapped the belt around your neck. You touched your raw skin softly, looking over your shoulder at the golden boy's proud face. He pulled out slowly, hissing from how hard you were clenched around him. You felt shame fueling every part of your body at the sound of your wet heat squelching around him, his laughter filled the tense room.
"Did you hear that?" Billy bit his lip, looking between your legs one last time before he smacked your ass hard. The sound echoed and you stiffeled a moan, feeling your legs give out from under you as you fell forward on your stomach. The sticky sensation of your mixture between your legs coated your thighs. Billy dressed himself quickly, looking towards Steve like he was waiting for him to say something or to make a move. Steve never moved from his spot in the doorway, too busy staring at you with disbelief. You were doing everything you could not to meet his eye contact. The nerves filling your body as the lust left with Billy, "I hope there's no hard feelings. I let her nice and wet for you, King Steve." Billy smacked Steve's shoulder, barely drawing a reaction from him. You watched Billy's smirk grow on his face as he pushed passed the brunette boy.
You slowly lifted your eyes to meet his gaze again, still fighting to regain your breath. Steve just stared, looking like he didn't quite recognize you at the moment. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he watched you.
"I was right," Steve breathed out slowly as he finally broke the tension, "I told you he was using you to get to me."
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hi! did u miss meeee😇 can we have missionary sex, dom billy takes full control of sub reader. He kisses her tears away, praising her for taking his big cock, lots of wet sounds and billy just pounding u into the bed. Thank you🥰🥰🥰
DUH ofc I did love! Grrrrr I’m on my monthly and this isn’t helping my intense forever hornyness so WELLPPP-
Well Aren’t You Pretty?
warnings: dom!Billy, sub reader, manhandling, light choking, p in v, praise, degradation, dirty talk, reader is fem, dumbification, slight breeding kink, idk what else tell me if I missed sum (not formatted bc it’s me also the pic is not meant to represent readers skin tone I Js think it’s pretty)
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Your brain was simply melted. Scorched even. You felt like warm honey was trailing slowly down your spine covering your supple body as your boyfriend, Billy, kissed and suckled on your neck as he whispered filthy things in your ear that had you clenching your thighs together in need. “You’re quite warm.” Came the cool low drawl. You shiver as Billy smirks down at you, lips slowly parting to reveal sharp incisors which he darts his tongue across. The room felt sticky, like a humid summers day and as Billy’s ocean colored eyes look down at you, you huff softly, eyebrows furrowing as he climbs on top of you. “I wonder why that would be.” You coo back smiling impish as Billy takes a strong hand to your cheek, caressing your skin before tilting your chin up and kissing you on your lips fiercely.
“Fuckin’ brat” comes the ever quick reply. Billy’s deep voice never failed to strike a cord of arousal deep in your belly. You wiggle your hips suggestively as you scrunch your nose “You love me though.” You say it as a statement because you know it’s true. Billy shakes his head in amusement, a true smile gracing his tanned face as he nods kissing you once more. You giggle as strands of his sun kissed blonde hair tickle at your face. As much as he’d hate to admit, you have Billy wrapped around your manicured finger.
But, as he dragged his finger down the valley of your perky boobs you keen softly looking up at him with pleading doe eyes as your lashes flutter sultrily. “That shuts you up every. Fuckin’. Time.” Billy bites warmly in your ear. His muscular thighs caging you in hotly pressed against him. Shaking, you look up at him submissively, biting your lip as he grins meanly, placing his mouth inches from yours as he ghosts “And I fucking love it too.” You whine at this, bucking your hips up into his trying for any form of reaction. You get it. Billy licks a strip of your neck “I want words sweetheart.” He sighs and you can feel a bulge as you buck your hips up again.
“Stop teasing” you stutter voice pitchy. Billy chuckles darkly at your writhing whines, wincing as your breathy voice sends heat shooting to his nearing painful hard on. He was going to fuck you until you couldn’t walk he mused, lips quirking up at the thought. “You want me to stop darlin’?” he groans feigning hurt. You could tell by the timbre in his voice that he was going to play you until you broke. “N-uh-No!” You protest quickly and you’re fast to realize your mistake as Billy’s eyes darken in possessiveness. You gasp turns reedy as Billy slips a hand into your shorts index finger rubbing sharp circles into your clit in a way he knows short circuits your brain. “Then want do you want doll?” Billy drags out the pet name innocently. You know what he wants. And you know what you need, so you swallow your pride and beg. “Puh-ah- please fuck me Billy.” Your soft cry has him groaning as he feels a distinctive drool of his cock. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing” Billy whispers as his large hands grip your waist-much to your delight- as he pulls you down closer to him.
“Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart,” Billy smiles kissing your cheek as your back bows and you arch up into him moaning at his words. “Such good fuckin’ manners,” he continues nipping at your collarbone. “And good manners deserve a reward huh?” He growls as his right hand snakes to your neck addictively. You claw at his bicep holding him as his fingers slip into your gushing cunt. “Bills-ah-Billy please I need it” you whimper, the soft nickname not passing Billy’s ears.
“Such a greedy little pussy hmm?” At this snarky regard Billy thrusts his fingers quickly in and out of your throbbing hole. Mewling you shudder, red nails creating crescents in his golden skin. “Baby please I-oh fuckkk~” your eyes roll while your hips instinctively attempt to cant closed. Billy’s grip on your calf stops this however as he guides your shorts and panties down quickly to have better access to your sloppy cunt. You blush, mouth forming into an oh as Billy’s eyes glaze at the sight-and sound of him working his thick fingers into your tight core.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Billy mumbles husky, as the wet sounds of your glistening heat reach his perked ears, Billy inhales shakily and starts to rut his hips into the mattress as your eyes turn hazy and tear filled from pleasure. “Billy!” Your voice is breathier still and much higher, but the way you say his name has him moaning yours back lowly. “Look at this darlin’ she’s practically leaking for me.” Billy coos referring to your pussy, one hand still placed over your hips holding you down.
As your hole gives a telling repeated flutter he grins evilly and you whine so close to cumming on his fingers. “Are you gonna cum for me doll?” Billy asks deep voice adding to the tight coil in your tummy. You nod vigorously, opening your mouth to speak but only a strangled little sigh slips out. “The only way you’re going to be doing that-” you nearly wail as Billy pulls out his coated fingers, cunt clenching as he brings them to his outstretched tongue to lick them clean. “Is if your creaming on my cock sweetheart.” He finishes. You can’t help but to let out a small keen at his words. You can feel them in your chest clawing their way to your heart and squeezing. Maybe that’s why your heart skips a beat as he pulls down his boxers teasingly slow.
Billy’s head cocks back as the flushed head of his red, weeping dick hits the cool air. You stare at it unabashed and wanting as you trail your eyes up the veins to his glistening slit. “See something you want?” Comes Billy’s forward teasing lilt. Nonetheless though, he grins eyes flashing as you nod needily and whimper for him to rail you. He quirks his brow at your panting silence, so you gasp out “please put it in—ah!” Your indignant plea is cut short with a squeal as he thrusts into you easily and to the hilt.
You cry softly as Billy’s hips piston into yours fast. It felt so good— the rhythmic push of his hips into yours. And as you whimpered and pulsed around his girth Billy let out a loud groan, much to the delight of your cunt that continues to gush around him and tighten warmly. “Feel so-oh fuck—s-so fuckin’ good” Billy slurs into you as his eyes screw shut tightly before opening once more. You relish in the way the corn flower blue of his iris’ are hidden by his blown pupils. The pussy drunk look on his face matched a similar look of pleasure that was upon yours. 
“Always look so gorgeous crying on my dick baby~” Billy murmurs to you hotly as he bites the bottom of your ear, the sting was gentle, shocking you back from the hazy state your mind was in. You gave an appreciative moan and clench around him, your voice betraying you. “So—mmm-so big Billy-ah- make me feel so—so good.” You squeak out. Billy’s drunken grin widens at your praise and he somehow ruts even faster into you. Your body goes slack yet stiff at this your hands clawing into the sheets as well as Billy’s back attempting to anchor yourself to something— anything comforting as your hole is abused again and again. At some point your thighs must have closed again because suddenly it all stops.
Your brain is moving slow and out of focus, like you took a picture and forgot to zoom back in. You’re highly aware of Billy’s strong, warm hands tracing down your figure. You arch into them for comfort until you realize their sinister task. You yelp as his Billy growls lifting one of your legs to his shoulder holding you spread wide for him to do whatever the hell he wants to you.
Billy wants to ruin you.
You can see it in his eyes as his face drops closer to yours. The intensity of his gaze has you shutting your eyes but now gripping onto his shoulders as he gyrates his hips into a slow grind. A slurred moan melts out of you as Billy’s hand, once again finds its place at your neck. “Eyes on me pretty girl.” Billy commands evenly. Immediately your eyes snap open, your brows still pinched. In this position, he was so much deeper, rubbing against a spot that had you seeing stars.
“fuck me~” is all you can choke out whimpering so soft it’s barely audible, but Billy hears you. He complies with a slow deep thrust that has you, again clinging to his bulky biceps. “Right there huh?” Billy groans as you arch up into him “yeahhh right there sweetheart—f-fuck— I can feel this tight little cunt milking me.” He whines into your ear. The only thought in your brain is Billy, and as he fucks you hard and deep, it’s the only thing your brain is tuning into. You inhale shakily when you realize you’ve forgotten to breathe.
Billy swipes his thumb over your lip as you drool, tongue stuck slightly out from the overwhelming pleasure you feel. “Yes—ah-oh fuck please please I-harder!” Your voice warbles pornographically. Your eyes roll back as the tightened hotness in your belly nears snapping. You’re so very, very, close.
“Please-Nuh—no don’t stop-m-‘m gonna c-uh!” Your confusing mewls spur Billy on as his abs tighten he gives an answering shuddering gasp “wouldn’t—ah- wouldn’t dream of it darlin’” he rasps. Billy doesn’t hold back as he moans “come on—mmm- cum on this cock, s-show me how good I make you feel love.” And at the pet name you shatter the tightened coil of arousal in your belly finally snapping, oh so addictively. You attempt to thrash, but are held still by Billy’s arms caging around your body.
The way your warm velvety walls clench around Billy’s leaking cock is enough to send him over the edge as well moaning your name as he spills into you dribbling, as he continues to fuck his cum back in. As he continues to move, you grab his long hair pulling his face to yours as you kiss his plump, bitten lips needily. A few sloppy thrusts later, Billy’s hips still and you pull away breathless from the hot and heavy kiss. Happy and totally satisfied in Billy’s larger body atop of yours.
“You alright?” Comes the now loving drawl of your boyfriend as a dopey smile spreads across your face. You merely giggle, snuggling closer into his arms as you nod “Just peachy.” You snicker. A responding chuckle into your shoulder tells you that Billy heard your silly antics. “I don’t think I remember my name.” You mutter.
You’re only half serious.
Billy kisses your cheek before nipping your collarbone one last time “Then I definitely fucked your brains out doll.”
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blue-sadie · 6 months
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Imagine:
Being Harrington's twin sister and drunkly sleeping with Billy but saying it was a mistake the next day and avoiding him like the plague intill he has enough and catches you in the locker room after your cheering practice.
"Do you know how insane it's making me when your ignoring me fuck I know we were both drunk and all but fuck I need you again I can't think of anything else anyone else just..... please I need it"
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beetboxx · 2 years
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nice boys - b.h. x reader
SMUT SMUT SMUT! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
warnings: overall filth. like, filthy. degradation, humiliation, use of belt as restraint, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it, friends!) face slapping, dacryphilia, overstimulation, denial, sir kink, let me know if there’s more!
“c’mon, can’t you be submissive one time?” you giggled, running your pointer finger down billy’s cheek. you were perched on his lap as he laid on his grungy bed, legs straight out behind you and torso leaned on the board. his hands were lazily planted on your hips, at that moment scooting you up his torso so you weren’t rubbing against his growing erection.
“over my dead body, sweetheart,” he spoke, grumbly in nature. “cut it out, it’s not funny.” he pinched the skin on your hip lightly, just to flag you to quit while you were ahead, still on his good side.
“m’not doing anything! i just wanna know!” you sat yourself up onto his hips, pressing your chest against his as you ran your palms down onto his biceps.
“know what?”
“why you won’t let me be in charge! i wanna try it.”
billy scoffed, cocked his head to the side with his eyebrows raised. curious.
“i’d treat you real good, billy,” you grinned, laying a hand on his cheek. “take care of you, make you feel good.”
your thumb walked back and forth on his jaw, slowly, testing your waters.
“don’t you wanna be a good boy? for me?”
you made sure to pout, look at him through your eyelashes. you knew he couldn’t tell you no explicitly- and he didn’t. he just sighed and muttered, “whatever.” which was technically billy-code for, “stop right now, i swear to god.”
“i’ll be nice!” you argued. “just need you to listen to me.”
“i will listen to you whenever i want, baby,” he corrected, rising his palms to cup your waist.
you narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, shaking your head as you reached to grip at his chin. you had already decided your fate for the night. “noo, you’re gonna listen to me and do what i say. did i say you could touch me?”
you were getting into character. and billy was really starting to get frustrated. you knew he was when he opened his mouth to say something, probably tell you to stay in your lane, but you caught it.
“ah-ah, did i say you could touch me?” you repeated, raising your voice slightly.
billy huffed, just tightened his grip on your waist. his jaw was tightening, grinding his molars against each other. his eyes shifted.
“(y/n),” he muttered, spitting your name smoothly from his lips. “i will also touch you whenever i want. i’m not playing this game with you.”
you furrowed your eyebrows together. to billy, you looked like you were just pouting, even though you were trying to put on a mean face. he said he wasn’t going to play with you, but he didn’t stop you from peeling his hands off your waist and attempting to pin them down at his sides. he could easily break away, no doubt, but he was curious. maybe he’d let you have your fun for a little. it paid off immediately when you smiled, victory shining in your eyes when his wrists hit the mattress.
but then you jumped up off of his lap with a gasp and a bright idea, lifting up a finger to him. “ooh! wait here, i’ll be right back!” you exclaimed, grinning like a possum. you ran out of the room then, leaving billy laying there, confused and kind of nervous. you weren’t one to bring him surprises. he didn’t even agree to anything!
you came back seconds later, skipping into his bedroom with a long strip of leather laid in your hands- his favorite belt, and the one he used to bind your hands together for the first time when he spread you out in the backseat of his car. he groaned, shook his head. how humiliating.
“since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself,” you grinned proudly, perfectly reciting his words to you and spiking his memory, “i guess i gotta do it myself!”
you returned to your spot on his lap, this time purposefully anchoring yourself in just the right spot to make billy grunt and involuntarily buck his hips up. you started to bend and pull the belt into a sort of makeshift handcuffs, trying to remember the steps billy took to do the same. you were struggling. billy saw, sighed heavily and grabbed the belt from your struggling fingers. you immediately lurched forward, wiggling your fingers as he held it over his head to keep it from you.
“hey!” you protested, reaching to grab it back from his hands like he took a toy from your sandbox.
“i’m trying to help you, calm down,” he said coldly, waiting for you to put your hands down before he made quick work of the belt.
you frowned, until he returned the belt to you in the perfect shape to slide his wrists in in a matter of seconds. and he did, as soon as you got it in your hands he put his hands through the loops and allowed you to tighten them.
“other way,” he grumbled as you tugged on the wrong side of the strap.
“oh!”
it took a second, but after you completed that task, billy was in perfect position for you. wrists bound together, shirtless laid out on his bed in just his tiny boxers and in no position to protest or fight you. he looked.. unimpressed. his face was blank besides two very irritated eyes. his fists were clenched at his stomach, veins running up the back of his hand and up his forearms.
“you really think this is a good idea, baby? you know i’m not gonna be nice after.”
you rolled your eyes. billy did not like that. every thing you did was just adding to his irritation, building yourself a world of hurt the moment you let him go.
“well, that’s not for you to decide. it’s my turn,” you teased, placing a soft hand on his chest to slide it down. you started rocking your hips back and forth, and billy grunted, winced a little bit. you then stopped, lifting yourself up onto your knees to scoot down to his thighs. billy liked to wear extremely tight, extremely short boxers which left little to imagine in your head, you just had to get a good look at it. your hand had been steadily traveling town his torso until it reached the black fabric, not wasting any time to pull it down to release his thick cock. he was definitely hard, but just had a little more to go. being bound was a total turn off. but he would endure, just for you.
“come on, baby,” he groaned, bucking his hips up to chase your hands. “stroke my cock. i know you wanna.”
you giggled, “right know i really want you to shut up.”
his nostrils flared, his lips pressed to a little pink line with his eyebrows crinkled when you moved your eyes up.
“hey, watch it.”
you shook your head with a mischievous, bright smile.
“you’re bein’ a big baby,” you poked, prodding at his patience with you. “just relax and be quiet.”
he really didn’t want to, but he shut his mouth.
once he did, you rewarded him. grabbed his cock hanging from his boxers in your fist and pumped it once, twice. billy sighed deeply.
“ah, shit, there ya go- good girl,” he groaned as you continued your movements steadily, quickening slightly with each slow stroke. his eyes closed, head falling back with an opened mouth. you twisted your hand around his base and pulled up, repeating this movement over and over again until the vein running up his cock started pulsing blood to his angry tip. beads of white began pooling at the slit at the top, calling for you to run your thumb over it and collect them. you pulled your hand off of him and billy’s eyes snapped open, just to watch the pad of your tongue exit your mouth and steal his pre-cum from your finger. the sight made him groan. he must have tried to reach for your hair like he usually does, but you grabbed the bottom of the belt to keep his hands down. again, he could’ve easily broken free from your grip, but he didn’t, just scrunched up his face and clenched his jaw angrily.
“you’re not being very good, billy,” you said. he wanted to slap that smile off of your face. you were enjoying his torment! how cruel.
“and you’re a shitty dom, sweet girl,” he rebutted, gritting his teeth together.
it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, the smile falling into a grumpy frown. this was harder than it looked.
“you haven’t even been giving me a chance!” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest.
“you are so lucky this is cute.”
you huffed, let your arms fall to your side. you were getting frustrated, your face turning pink and chest heavy as you took a second to think. he was making sure you knew you were never in charge, even with how hard you try to be. but you were about to use the same exact tricks he used on you to get you to behave. you had to break him eventually, right? and he loved you- would never admit it, but he did- and if you wanted some harmless fun, he wouldn’t deprive you. as long as you stayed nice.
so you did, for the moment. made your way to his calves, sitting back on your heels to lift your shirt off. you had definitely been planning this. billy knew as soon as he saw black lace decorating your breasts. you pawed at them, just to make sure he knew you got to touch and he didn’t, and you saw his tongue lick a stripe on his bottom lip hungrily. you let him stare for a minute, groping yourself and tilting your head back pornographically. it was much better than anything billy had seen in the adult section at family video. you lifted onto your knees to push your shorts down your hips, stepping out of them and sliding them down your heels to discard them on the floor. matching set. he’d rip them off of you when you get done with this little game.
without saying anything to him, just letting him stare and drool as you raised your arms to pull your hair into a ponytail and secure it loosely with the scrunchie you had. he knew what was happening, trying to shimmy down the bed to get closer to you.
“m’not gonna let you come, billy,” you said, frowning and trying to look intimidating.
“oh, you’re not?” billy laughed. “poor me. if only i had a way to do it myself.”
you rolled your eyes. jerk. still, you leaned down, so your knees were holding up your thighs with his legs between them. your hands began at the top of his abs, raking your nails down the mounds of muscle. you caught a tiny hiss from billy at the sting, muscles tensing up under your touch.
“i’m serious, billy. and i’m in charge right now.”
“ah, right. almost forgot,” billy chuckled, bending his elbows to rest his bound hands on his chest. he watched you wrap a hand around his shaft and spit a thick ball of saliva onto his cock. he almost lost it when you lifted your hand up, pulling down the spit and coating the rounded flesh. he was certainly hard now, pulsing and demanding to be touched. he canted his hips up when you lightly squeezed at his base, right up close to his balls, and you had to react quick by removing your hand altogether.
“billy,” you whined, not intending it to be whiney but that was just how it came out. “be still!”
“alright, alright, okay- i’ll be still. just keep goin’, baby.”
you huffed, and then returned your hand around him. he grunted, planted his hips into the mattress and watched as your head lowered, your ass lifting up into the air where he could see the valley in your panties. you began pumping his cock at a slow pace, enough to give you time to take his tip onto your tongue. the smooth skin weighed down in your mouth, anchoring itself and encouraging you to continue to lower your mouth, slowly, staring up at him with pretty eyes.
“ah, fuck,” he groaned, fists clenching into balls as your own fist cupped his. trying to coax the orgasm out of him, you massaged the heavy sack around in your palm as your throat relaxed, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. he let out a breathy moan, fighting the urge to let his head loll back because he just wanted to watch you take him. you did, took him until you felt him poking at the back of your throat, and then stopped. you weren’t going to give him what he wanted, choke and gag on him as he called you a dirty little girl- and instead just rose up, and then sunk down to the same spot, the other hand not occupied by his balls twisting at his base. you repeated this at a painfully slow pace, slow enough to make him growl and let a small pool of drool in the corner of his mouth develop.
“come on, baby, gimme more than that,” he said, but you couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a demand.
you pulled off of him, a long trail of slick, murky spit connecting him to you. “what do you say?”
billy scoffed, heaving and grinding up into your palm. “i’m not gonna fuckin- ask you,” he grunted.
you shrugged, loosening your soft hold on him with the very intent of walking away altogether.
“okay then. guess i’ll just-“
“okay! okay, jesus fucking christ, you brat. please.”
good enough. you’ll take it.
you smiled in victory, happily gripping his cock to continue pumping at his base. your tongue licked at his tip, swiping up all of the pearly beads that had returned, like he was sweet candy. and then you lowered onto him, opening up wide to accommodate his girth. he groaned, spitting out a string of curses. it just egged you on further to get him off, sucking down on him and smoothing your tongue over every inch you could get, cycling your head up and down and picking up a gradual speed. his groans increased, belly rising and falling at an elevated speed as you fucked him with your sweet mouth.
you lapped at his cock, trying to suck him dry for all it was worth while you still had him there. your jaw was slack, but billy was thick enough where if you weren’t careful, your teeth grazed against him and let you know with a hiss and a broken groan. you’d never seen billy so vulnerable in bed, fighting against bucking his hips up to lodge into your throat, hands to himself. he usually couldn’t keep them off of you. instead, they were clenched at his chest, wrists connected with brown leather. he was sweating when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, releasing his girth just to lick and suck all around his cock. your lips connected to the side of his length, the opposite hand holding him still and pressing the meaty shaft against your tongue. his lips were wide open as he panted, his belly rising and falling rapidly.
you were making a show of it, messy as possible. spit catching on your chin and surrounding your swollen lips as the pink muscle in your mouth extruded to lick a long, heavy stripe all the way up to the heavy crown of his cock. you engulfed his length with wet heat, tongue cupping him as you slid down, and down until your nose was buried in dark, curly hair, seemingly far more kept than the hair on his head. trimmed perfectly to pillow your face when he was shoved down your throat.
“god damnit, fuck- just like that,” he murmured, voice grating and low enough you could feel it on your tongue. he started to get close after a while, especially when you took your hand off of his shaft and paired it with your other one on his balls, moving and massaging the skin in unison. his moans started to get louder, and you knew you won when he started to grumble and fuss, “fuck, fuck- gonna cum, baby-“
and so you stopped. pulled off of him completely, panting yourself and wiping the mess off of your chin with a smile. billy went still, screwing his eyes shut for a quick second before his jaw tensed up, his bite hard enough to bite through leather as his eyes opened, blue eyes clouded and fucking dark. something was swirling in them, an anger you had never seen from him. his face was hot, you could feel it radiating from the feet between you. he was pissed.
“what the fuck was that?” he asked, way too calmly for your liking. it was eerie.
“oh, i’m sorry, did i do something?” you responded ‘innocently,’ lifting onto your knees and scooting up to sit on his hips, just above his cock.
“ohhh, you are going to fucking regret that.”
you hummed, “mmmh, i dont think i am. i told you exactly what i was gonna do.”
“you goddamn bitch,” billy spat, shaking his head. he was so hard by now it hurt. he felt lightheaded, all of the blood and adrenaline filling up his length. “i am never letting you-“
“- be a good boy, billy. i’ll give you what you want if you’re good,” you interrupted, reaching up to pinch his cheek playfully before it abandoned his skin.
“i swear to god-“
“i wouldn’t have had to if you had just listened to me!“ you retorted. you scooted up his torso to slot perfectly onto his chest, his slightly bent knees keeping you holstered.
“you are being such a brat. did you just want my attention? because you sure as hell got it,” he snapped.
“no!” you exclaimed, eyebrows narrowing together and the corners of your lips tensing down. “i just wanted to try something new. and you decided to be a bad boy.”
“fuck, (y/n). just fucking untie me.”
“mm-mh. you’re gonna be a good boy and let me finish!” you argued, hand reaching to grab at his chin, which he immediately turned away from you to avoid. it worked in your favor. you didnt know what came over you, but you must have channeled billy in that moment- or all of the frustration billy gave you.
“i am not. fucking bitch, i-“
he got cut off.
a smack sounded through the room. and then silence. just the heavy sound of both of your breathing. billy just saw red, far redder than the red on his cheek from where your hand had landed. you had slapped him. not hard, of course, but enough to lock in your death sentence. it was silent. an eerie silence besides his heavy breathing as your face fell when his tightened.
“d’you just fuckin’ hit me?” he deadpanned, quietly, barely above a whisper. it was rhetoric.
you nodded, clueless.
“undo the belt,” he demanded, growling like an animal.
“i’m not gonna do that.”
“fine, jesus!” he snapped, reaching his own hands up to his mouth. you watched, frozen in place as his teeth sunk into the leather to pull it apart, loosening until he could throw it aside and off of his wrists. he didn’t waste any time. he had you pinned down in a matter of seconds, hands pinned down with a tight grip, tattooing your skin with a red handprint. you stared up at him with big eyes, wiggling around and trying to rid him of yourself like he was some sort of spider catching you in his web.
“you think you can just fuckin’ hit me?“ billy barked, taking both of your wrists into one hand so he could roughly grip your face in the other. his hands were big; he could cover a good bit of your chin and cheeks like this, and he abused that power by squishing your cheeks and making your lips pout out pathetically, helplessly.
“i just-“
“no, i don’t wanna hear shit from you, unless it’s an apology, or yes sir.”
he squeezed your cheeks harder, wiggled your face side to side as you stared up at him as struggled with your wrists and his grasp. “you shoulda quit while it was still cute babygirl, but you had to be a dumb slut.”
his voice was rough, small bits of spit flying onto your face and making you jump.
“you really thought you could be in control of me? look at you,” he laughed darkly, “you’re fucking pathetic.”
“m’sorry, billy!” you squeaked out, having a hard time moving your mouth much with his hold.
it quickly left as soon as it came, leaving your face for only a split second before it laid itself back down on you harshly. it your face with enough strength to make your head fall the opposite way. you cried out, tears immediately collecting in a sheer bubble over your eyes.
“hey,” he barked, smacking you again with a heavy palm after nudging your face to the center with his knuckle. “don’t you-“ another slap. “- fucking do that. cut it out.”
you wailed each time, mouth hung open while you let your head rest forward, now bracing one side of your face. tears streamed down your cheeks with each hit, the force sending the droplets flying.
“i’m sorry, billy,” you sniffled, tugging your wrists in his hold. “i was just trying-“
“shut up.” he bit, releasing your hands just to be able to slap the other side of your face. he pushed himself up onto his knees, running a frustrated hand through his curls. it made his tricep flex, thick muscle made for throwing you around.
“up on your knees, baby.”
you whined, struggled to sit up because of how shaky you were, so billy helped you out by gripping your hips and making sure you were steady on your knees in front of him, black lace panties completely on display for him. he continued to grab your wrists again, effectively shoving your face down into the mattress with a cry. he held your forearms together at your back, pulling you flush against his cock, the thin fabric allowing you to feel his hard length against you.
“you feel that?”
“mm-hmm.”
“s’that what you wanted, baby? you just wanted my cock?”
“y-yes sir,” you whined, setting your hips back. he caught them in his hands, keeping you still where you were placed. he gave your ass a hard slap for good measure, the outline of his hand appearing on your skin as you mewled out, your fists tensing into themselves until your nails dug into your palm.
“don’t be greedy, brat. you get what you deserve,” billy spat, laying his hand down on the residue of his slap and squeezing hard.
“was gonna be nice, too,” he grumbled, reaching to the side to grab the discarded belt. “let you have your fun. but you just had to get ahead of yourself, nasty girl.”
while he was speaking, he had grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up with no support, just his hand bunched in your hair keeping you up. you whined again, your scalp burning as he gripped the roots. he snaked around your shoulder, gripping at your throat tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“you really sorry yet?”
you nodded, humming yes as best as you could.
“look at me,” he snarled. “look at me and tell me.”
your eyes snapped to the corners of your eyes so you could look at him, billy tugging your hair at an angle so you were uncomfortably craned to see his angry face.
“m’so sorry, billy-“ you sniffled.
“tell me you’re a bad girl.”
you frowned. not cool.
“i’m-.. i’m a bad girl,” you whimpered. it was better to do what he told you than to fight it- billy could get meaner, you knew better.
“much better. see how easy it is?”
you nodded quickly. you looked like a scared little puppy, eyes bright and big and eyebrows high on your face.
“words, (y/n),” he grumbled.
“yes sir- uh-huh.”
it was billy’s turn to nod in acceptance of your obedience.
“would have been so much better if you just-“ a heavy palm laid down on your ass, where you realized all you had to support you now was his clutch on your throat. “-behaved, but what more could i expect from you?”
his fingers dug into the sides of your neck, squeezing roughly until he was sure your vision got fuzzy. billy leaned in close to you, lips pressing against your ear.
“was this your plan? piss me off so i treat you like a whore?” he spat.
“no sir- was just playin’ around,” you choked out, your head beginning to feel like it was full of air. tears returned in your eyes.
“ohh, playing around,” he repeated in a mocking tone, gripping the flesh on your hip tightly with his free hand. it slid down, over the curve of your ass and squeezing the doughy skin in the process. he cupped your hot cunt, chuckling when he felt the wet warmth rub against his palm.
“you’re soaked, pretty girl. gettin’ off by getting put in your place.”
billy let go of your throat, pressing at your chest to keep you up while he wrapped the belt you used on him around the placement of his missing hand. he slid the end through the buckle, sliding it all the way down until the metal hit the back of your neck and tailed a good enough length for him to pull at like a leash. and then he pushed you down,sending your torso falling onto the mattress to your original position, forcing a wail from your air-deprived self. the hand that occupied your neck pressed against your cheek, shoving you into the mattress further as a couple tears ran down to leave little droplets in his sheets. he hadn’t told you to, but your arms stayed at your back, fingers stuck to the opposite elbow to keep them from moving.
“god, baby,” he snarled, framing your sides with his big hands to press your hidden hole against the mighty head of his cock. you squealed, screwing your eyes shut to distract yourself. “hurts me more than it does you. just wanted my good, sweet little girl.”
he slapped your ass, the side neglected from his attacks, hard enough to sound a sharp, loud vibration to wave through the room that mixed with your choked sob. and then again. and again, and again, and several more times for good measure. all while tugging at his makeshift-leash on you, making sure to abuse both sides of you as you writhed and cried out various apologies and curses. it stung. a lot. a cold sting that morphed into a flame, every slap hurting more than the last one. but it was a good hurt. a hurt you would happily accept from billy’s palm, regardless of your disobedience or not.
he eventually took pity on you and your reddened skin, nearing the purple side of the color wheel and passed the black fabric over the colors, down your thighs. it bundled at your bent knees, and billy caught the fabric underneath his knees as he loomed behind you. he pulled on the belt especially hard.
“you’re not gonna cum until i tell you to. got it?”
“yessir, mhm.” you nodded rapidly, tear painted cheek scraping against his blue sheets. you could’ve cum from just a little stimulation at that point, but you were determined to follow his rules and earn back your spot on his good side.
with a loud grunt, billy shoved himself into you, reaching your limit in one move. you moaned out, a pathetic moan that someone could’ve mistaken for a cry of pain.
“fuck, holy shit,” he groaned. “for such a nasty girl, you have got the best goddamn pussy.”
your walls clenched around him, greedily swallowing his cock in as if he could get further. you whined, whimpered, mumbling out sounds of, “ggghh,” and “ohhh,” and other weak sounds that billy ate up whole. he stayed there for a long minute, just soaking in your slick pussy lodged between puffy lips crying out of relief. he tugged on the leather, pulling you back to stay locked onto his cock. he fastened it low enough on your neck to cut off your air flow, but not enough to damage you. not that it made it any more comfortable, but he didn’t exactly care about that. he wanted to hurt you. he was an animal- grunting and growling as he kept his cock stuffed in you, basking in the way you cried for mercy.
he stayed there for several minutes, occasionally loosening his grip on the leather and giving you enough time to pant and gasp for air. you had drooled onto his sheets, spit dribbling down your chin from the corners of your lips. your head was completely empty besides the pure instinct to please him- and that was by letting him fuck you like some toy that only existed for him to use.
“billy, billy please- please, move- m’so, so sorry,” you cried, digging your forehead into the blue cloth below you.
billy choked out a breathy laugh. your pleas became a chant, a prayer hymn for billy to eat up and form some pity for you. it must’ve worked, and for a second you thought there was a god. he slid out of you, slowly, stretching you wide to the point where his length enlarged, and then rammed back into you, deep and rough. you mewled, crying a curse that left your mouth hung open wide enough to catch a spider. he repeated his actions, somehow hitting a spot even deeper in you by pulling you back by the hip. his filled balls slapped against your clit, ready to be emptied dry inside you. he worked into a steady, rough pace, deep and slow and tugging on the belt end opposite to him.
“hurts me- shit- much more than it hurts you, baby. god, just wanted my good girl,” billy’s voice rumbled, breathless and vibrating in his throat. his head fell back in a moan as you milked him, clenched around him to keep him from leaving.
he started to speed up, erratic and filthy, an uneven pace that drove you crazy in the form of a long wail, filled with pleasure and relief and the impure urge to be ruined.
“mmh- thank you, thank you!” you squeaked. your nails were digging into your elbows which were pressed into the crevices in your back. billy’s seize on your hip was bruising, a reminder that he was the one controlling your pleasure and torment. he continued at a bruising pace, sending sparks screeching through your veins like wheels on a train track. it almost hurt, if it wasn’t overthrown by the pleasure he was providing in abundance. he could feel your heartbeat, and swore he could see himself poke through the membrane of your belly when he thrusted in hard. you were getting off from it, too, he could just feel how your core got tense, like all of the rushing, angry water beating against a dam wall, searching for the tiniest crack to bleed through.
“touch yourself,” he barked, low and angry. “if you wanna cum, get there yourself.”
you knew he was serious, and a hot flash of fear stabbed at you. your fingers basically teleported to your swollen clit, yelping out as your middle finger trailed around the little pleasure-machine. it felt good, too good, with billy attacking every single nerve and it being magnified by your fingers. you couldn’t last long. you heard the slapping of skin, the sharp sounds highlighting how the back of your thighs burned from billy’s own flesh rebounding off of it. he loved the way the meat of your bottom recoiled and bounced with his thrusts, thighs open with a shaky hand lodged between them. he didn’t love how slow your fingers were, though.
“do i gotta do it my fuckin’ self? my god, you’re useless,” he chortled cruelly. his hand reached in between your thighs, the pads of his middle and pointer finger immediately snapping to abuse your aching clit. it coaxed a loud, very embarrassing shout from you, just barely muffling it by shoving your face into his bed.
“ah- billy! too much, slow down!” you sputtered, stammering in between moans and cries. your hands were about to support your body by resting on either side of your head, but billy let go of your little leash he made to grab your forearms, glueing them together so you couldn’t go anywhere unless he allowed you to. by that point he was rubbing your bud fervently, a clear goal in his head at your expense. he would tell you that this was for his pleasure, but it was almost painful how erotic this all was for billy. jackhammering into you like he had nothing to lose as you panted and cried like a dog, collar and all. you were shaking, writhing, pushing your hips back slightly every time he slammed into you. it was filthy, sweat and drool and tears.
“oh, it’s too much? oh, i’m so sorry. poor fuckin’ thing,” he explicitly lied, jesting and definitely humiliating. he responded to your complaint by just going harder, staying at the same pace with his thrusts but amplifying their force. his fingers circled your clit like he was trying to start a fire. in a matter of seconds, he felt you squeezing his cock, fluttering tightly to try and fight your pummeling release. he slowed down then, remaining at a force that let him brush up against your cervix, but now lingering there for seconds at a time. every time he pulled out, he pulled out almost all the way until your heat tried to squeeze and swallow him back in, just to jam right back into you.
billy was heaving, grunting like a beast as he gripped your leash and pulled you onto your knees, slotting his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist to hold you up. he left the belt taut, cinching your throat and forcing you to angle your head back onto him.
“don’t even think about it,” he snarled right into your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck. he laid a loud, booming hit to the side of your thigh, making you jolt forward and, in result, choke yourself. “you are going to wait.”
“yes sir- m’sorry sir,” you sobbed, nodding, sniffling and moaning when he anchored himself inside you. you could feel him everywhere, all throughout your stomach and abs, and you made it worse when you clenched down on him to create a border for your threatening release.
“tell me how sorry you are,” he huffed.
“so sorry!” you whined. “m’so sorry for- fuck, being a brat- just- just wanted your a-attention, oh my god.”
“yeah? d’you get what you wanted?”
you nodded, as best as you could. “uh-huh- fuckin’ me so good. never gonna brat a-again!”
it was getting incredibly hard to hold it. like, impossibly hard. he knew. released your leash to claw at your hips to quicken to a brutal pace. he heard you cry out, moaning like some whore to the point of shouting.
“you are such a goddamn slut, you know that?” billy rumbled, slithering between your thighs once again to rub your sensitive pearl. he laughed breathily when you mewled, basically howling at this point.
“yes sir! yes sir, i’m a slut- please, please let me cum-“
“oh, honey,” he mocked, nipping at the side of your sweaty neck. he growled through gritted teeth when he spoke, failing at balancing talking with huffing angrily through his nose like a bull. “fuck, m’gonna cum in you. fill you up.”
his hold on your hip tightened, definitely planning to leave a red handprint when he was done with you.
“you want that?” he asked, gravely and with a cruel grin. “beg me. ask me to cum in you.”
“please!” you yelped immediately. “please, cum in me- wanna be full so bad. please, billy..”
he buried his nose into your shoulder, and you could feel his heavy breath ridden with the warm scent of lust run down your back.
“please, please please,” you chanted, your own voice a husk of the phony confidence it once displayed. your face was squeezed together, cheeks protruding up high. the crevices on your forehead deepened, catching the sweat that formed. “need it so bad. m’your bad girl, please-“
he liked that. he liked it a whole lot. so much he just had to reward you by angling himself back a tad, just to slam into your g-spot and ensure you wouldn’t last long.
“you are my bad girl, aren’t you, baby?” he repeated, chuckling from the back of his throat. “you wanna cum?”
you nodded rapidly, raising your voice to mousey shout. “yes! yes, please- let me cum, please!”
“tell me you’re sorry, one more time.”
tears streamed down your face. you turned as best you could to look at him, give him the saddest doe eyes you could. there was sweat drenching the hair just past your forehead, tears mixing with spit on your chin and jaw. your cheeks were hot, burning red.
“i’m so, so sorry billy.”
he didn’t even get to finish the word before you were cumming around his thick cock. clenching down, biting, trying to milk him dry as your body imploded on itself. everything went white for a second, and you thought jesus himself would come down and give you a fist bump for literally being fucked to death. your toes and fingers were tingly, releasing the tight flex they had been posed in. one final, loud cry erupted from you, a big firework to mark your release in time. you were floating for that quick second, eyes rolling to the back of your head to where you could see billy in your head, smirking behind you, grunting and growling.
when you came to, he was still going at it. pounding into you, but now he had released your leash to wrap his bicep around your throat, choking you just enough to keep you there with him. he was huffing and puffing, going at a speed you never thought you would see billy move at. he was always so cool, even when he was angry he moved slowly, calculating his every move to get what he wanted. but at that moment, he was fucking you like some woodland beast, a folktale used to scare catholic children into obedience. you would have thought he was planning on devouring you whole.
his fingers were still working your clit, sending you sputtering and pleading for him to slow down, none of which was coherent or important. everything was so sensitive, every touch and movement a fuse that quickly lit into a fire on every inch of your insides.
“too much! too much, billy!” you sobbed, ripping your hands from your back to claw at his forearm.
“i will- fuck, fuck- i’ll tell you when it’s too much,” he bellowed.
you were full on crying at that point, the pleasure just too much to handle in your humanly body. it was so intense, but you just couldn’t pull yourself away from him. you couldn’t fight it.
it was only a couple more minutes before his thrusting became erratic, uneven and extremely sloppy. slowed down just a tad and used his arm to angle your chin towards him, so he could messily connect your lips in a hungry, feral kiss. if it could even be considered that. it was just spit and teeth and a little bit of tongue, with billy doing most of the work as your body fought to settle all of the sensations. he slammed into you once, twice, three times, before he buried his big cock into you as far as he could. you wailed, letting out a noise that mimicked that of an injured cat, but you were the exact opposite of injured. it felt like it wasn’t supposed to be there, but felt so perfect at the same time. you had never been fuller. especially when you felt a warmth, a wetness, coat your insides in a slick filth and drip down your cunt. he moaned deeply, whined a little bit, and burrowed his nose into your neck.
you were still whining, crying and wiggling against him until he slowly slid out of you. you stayed still, not knowing what he wanted you to do, as he pressed on your lower back to push you down into your starting position, where your palms pressed down on the sheets on either side of your head. your body felt numb now, weak and unable to move, but you couldn’t tell if that was because you didn’t want to.
“god, look at you,” billy said roughly, grabbing your ass and spreading you apart to watch his cum drip out of you, slide down your thighs and run down your puffy lips. he smacked you, a smack much less harsher than the ones before but still made you jolt forward and yelp. your ass was basically bruised, a dark, deep flushed color and nearing the purple stage.
you just cried more when he collected as much of his cum as he could that buried into your cunt, and then pushed it back inside you with two of his fingers.
“billy! billy, please, too sensitive!” you squealed.
“oh, baby,” he cooed. “you didn’t think i was done with ya, did you?”
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bunnyhargrove · 3 months
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That Damn Car- Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader.
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Summary: Billy had been ignoring you all day in favour of working on his damn car, you were going to get him to pay attention to you one way or another
CW: Smut 18+ no minors! Porn with no plot, Slight Dom/brat dynamic, Daddy used once, oral (m recieving) unprotected P in V sex, implied punshiment, pet names
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You had been feeling especially needy and pent up today, and the fact that your boyfriend had spent all day in your garage working on his beloved Camaro wasn't helping, sometimes you swore he loved that damn car more than you. 
But enough was enough, you had spent the better part of the day watching him roll back and forth under the car on the mechanics creeper that he got from his job at the local mechanic shop he worked at barely acknowledging you aside from a few one word answers, you were going to make sure he paid attention to you this time. 
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Today's outfit choice of a breezy summer dress would make you plans much easier, along with the fact that living out of town meant no nosey neighbours close by was also an added bonus. 
Before you got the main part of your plan were going to tease him a little, make sure he knew just how much you needed him, so you got on your knees beside his thighs, lucky it was only his upper body under the car. 
Your legs were spread a little with your dress bunched up around your waist ensuring that if he happened to look your way he would see your wet pussy free of any underwear. 
“Baby, need you pleeease” you whined in your sweetest voice as your fingers found their way to his belt. 
“Bit busy right now babe” he responded gruffly as he kept working on his car, trying his hardest to ignore the fact that you already had his belt undone and were making quick work of his button and zipper. 
“But I need you now, been so wet for you all day, and you been ignoring me” you pout as you take his cock out of his jeans, giving the tip an experimental lick, a loud bang and a curse from Billy as he hit his head on the underside of the car, jolting from the unexpected action. 
“Fuck, babe, you can't just do that while I'm wor- ohhh shit” his sentence dying in his throat as you wrapped your lips around his now hard cock, sucking at a steady pace. 
You moaned around his cock before instructing him to keep working if his car was so important. 
“Shit, how the fu- ohh my god” Billy choked out, there was no way Billy was going to be able to concentrate on the car when you were sucking his soul out of his dick like the perfect little succubus that you were. 
“Ohh, fuck jus’ like that baby, so fucking close Billy moaned, he had given up on the car all together, and as soon as he was able to get out from underneath it he was going to fuck you til you could barely walk. 
Deciding that you would rather him cum inside you inside of down your throat, you pulled off his cock, within seconds Billy was rolling out from under the car and jumping up, his cock still hanging out of his jeans as he did so.
“Up” he commanded, you were quick to your feet, kinda relieved to get your bare knees off the hard concrete, next thing you know you were being roughly manhandled and bent over the hood of his beloved car, you dress flipped up over your waist revealing your round ass to your now very wound up boyfriend who wasted no time pushing his thick cock inside you, a gasp escaping your lips at the sudden intrusion. 
“Such a little fucking brat, couldn't wait for tonight to have my cock could you, had to distract me from my work” Billy growled as he fucked into you mercilessly, his fingers tightly gripping into the flesh of your hips, there was definitely going to be bruises there tomorrow. 
All you could do is moan as filthy words poured from Billy's mouth, your brain completely short circuited from his thick cock hammering into your soaked cunt. 
You were so close, the pressure in your tummy building with each brutal thrust, it wouldn't be long now until you were screaming his name so loud that they might just hear you in Hawkins after all. 
“Come on baby, cum on daddy's cock, i know you are close, i can feel your tight little cunt squeezing my big cock” he grunted out, hips still snapping against your thighs as his hand snaked around the front, his fingers finding your throbbing clit rubbing the sensitive bud with urgency.
Two more thrusts and your orgasm hit you like a tonne of bricks, your tight slick walls clenching around Billys cock as you screamed out his name, your release triggering his own, an animal like roar emanating from your boyfriends chest as his hips stilled and he filled your greedy cunt to the brim with his warm thick cum, some of it escaping and leaking down your shaking thighs, if it wasn't for Billys grip on your hips, you legs would have given way by now. 
“And don't think, I'm done with you yet princess, just you wait til tonight after I'm done here” Billy growled into your ear as he lent over and placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder before carefully pulling out and shoving himself back in his jeans. 
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first-edition · 11 months
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Attention
Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader
sum- You’re annoyed with the lack of attention, your boyfriend, billy has given you after an absolutely amazing night. You do everything in you power to provoke him and lord have mercy, does it work, a little too well. 
CW- dom!billy, cussing, name calling, ass slapping, pinv, sex, Smut, mention of drug use, mention of alcohol, oral male recovering, noncon-con, dub-con,  18+ minors dni, nicknames, kinfe kink if you squint.
Thank you so much for this request
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Billy had taken you into his bedroom to show you his new digs. He’d finally moved outta his parents and into his own huge mobile home with Max to keep her safe. The moment Max spent the night with el, billy swept you away from school.
On his new bed was where he fucked you for a straight 4 hours. He fucked you with his fingers, he fucked you with his tongue, he fucked you with his cock. He drew six orgasams from you until you were pleading for mercy, overly sensitive with tears running down your face, and hair messed up. Your body deliciously bruised.
The only thing he wanted to do was show you how good you’ve been to him the past 9 months you’ve been together. But that was 2 weeks ago. You haven’t seen or talked to Billy in 3 days and he’s been distant for the rest. You’ve asked Max about him and she always says he’s busy.
You knew that there were many ways to get your boyfriend's attention. Sending him lewd pics, showing up at his place, or telling him where you’d be for the night and he would always show up and act like he was “just passing through.”
But one way that would absolutely get you in trouble was the way you were going to be at the party. Cheyenne Gibson hosting a senior school party and being best friends with her gave you a front row seat to see the invitation list. Many of the horny jocks of the swim, and football team were going to be there and of course so was billy.
You walk down the stairs of your house wearing a tiny, tight, black dress and matching heels. Your hair is up in a ponytail and you’ve straightened your hair. You’re phone dings looking at seeing a text from billy asking if your going to Cheyenne’s party and if you need a ride.
Rolling your eyes you close your phone and leave your house.
Walking into the party you already see drunk girls dancing up on other girls' boyfriends and people doing lines off bitches ass’s.
“Y/n!!” Chyenne squeals hugging you.
“Hey! Ohh you look so good.” You smile.
“No bitch you look hot as fuck did billy let you leave like that?” She asks
“He doesn't know and I don't care.” You laugh as she does as well and hands you a solo cup absolutely full of spiked punch. Your first drink of the night but certainly not your last.
Since you’d turned your phone off you couldn’t know that Billy had been calling for over 2 hours.
“Y/n! Y/n!” Chyenne catches you on the dance floor.
“Someone special just arrived.” She giggles over the loud music. Looking over at the place she gestures you see Billy walking through the crowd as some other guys greet him.
You smile at her and nod she shimmies off and you walk to the bathroom down the hall and around the corner seeing a line, you don't actually need to go, you just know that other guys hang around waiting to talk to girls who are waiting.
“Hey.” A voice says you turn to see Jake, captain of the football team.
“Hey, how are you?” You ask
“Chill.” He says handing you a blunt you take it and inhale the smoke before handing it back to him blowing out the smoke in perfect O rings. He chuckles at your talent.
“You alone tonight?” He asks you to nod.
“Good you gotta go or you just hanging around?” He asks you shake your head
“Just standing here…wanna dance?” You ask if he looks you up and down and nods, taking your hands leading you back out.
Dancing with your back against his chest your ass rubs against his crotch giving him the most obvious boner his hands are all over your body and face in your neck inhaling your strawberry and cream scent as you let your hair down.
Another guy comes and joins and you gladly dance with him pretty soon you're surrounded by people touching up on you and dancing, smoking and drinking. Through the vibration and lights you see Billy across the room spotting his face immediately drop in anger, his eyes dark as he lights a cigarette watching you.
You smirk and purposely bend forward the guy behind you gripping your hips grinding against your ass, your small dress riding up. You stand again wrapping your arms around the boys watching as billy boils.
You turn away from Billy facing the other guys. But before you know it another set of hands are gripped tightly around your hips.
“Miss me that much hmm?” Billy’s voice hits your ears, you giggle, resting your head against his shoulder.
“Fucking slut.” He growls his hand wrapping around your throat. Making you gasp.
“I've been calling you…you ignoring me?” He ask.
You pull back from him,
“you’re one to talk bill.” You turn away to walk off but he grabs you putting you over his shoulder and walks outta the party. He walks to his car opening the door and puts you in the seat then shuts the door walking around the side getting into his driver's seat.
“You asshole my car is here!” You exclaim.
“Sit the fuck down!” He barks at you and you sit back in the seat crossing your arms. He screeches off at his place.
He gets out of the car and you do as well but he picks you up again over his shoulder.
“I can fucking walk billy!” You whine.
“Shut up!” He slaps your ass making you squeal. He opens the door.
You see max, will, and el all playing a board game sitting on the floor.
“Hey y/n!” She exclaims, always happy to see you. You move your hair out of your face and smile.
“Hey!” You smile
“You alright?” She asks as Billy walks past them, still over his shoulder.
“We’ll see.” You giggle as Billy takes you out of her sight down the hall to his room, shutting the door and putting you on the bed.
“Nice to see you too.” You huff taking your heels off.
“What?! Why are you so fucking desperate today huh?” Billy yells at you as you sit on his bed, your legs crossed, you don't make eye contact with him.
“You’ve been throwing yourself out at everyone except me, your fucking boyfriend, tits out, ass flashing, your cunt is out for the world your not wearing a dress youre wearing a fucking napkin and a shoe string to cover your fucking clit for fucksake.” He says angrily
“You left me alone after! For 2 fucking weeks I haven’t seen you in three da-“ billy grabs your face.
“Take that language with me and see what happens.” He says. You look up at him.
“B-Billy..” you say, your big eyes shining. A growl rumbles in his throat.
“I know what’s wrong hmm..i fucking know princess.” He says pushing his hair back letting go of you before unclasping his belt. You shift in your seat now sitting on your heels, your legs tucked under you.
“This what you want hmm?” He says unbuttoning his pants just enough. The patch of matching colored hair on his groin is exposed as he pulls his pants and boxer front down enough to expose his cock that you've had in you so many times.
“Was it not enough last time hm, not enough that I fucked you for 4 hours, gave you 6 orgasams huh?” He says stroking his already hardened cock from your trickery earlier. You don't say anything and look down.
“No, you fucking slut, look at me.” He grabs you by your chin standing above you.
“Mm.” You whine biting your lip.
“Since your gonna act like a sleeve ill fuck you like one huh?! HUH!” He snaps at you. Your eyes look up at such a beautiful sight you are so close to his dick that your breath makes him twitch.
“Open your mouth.” He says you obey by sticking your tongue out. Slapping his heavy tip on top of it strings of saliva follow before you close your lips around him and take him. He hisses at the movement.
“Put your arms behind your back.” He says you listen, grabbing your wrist.
“Suck.” He orders you once again to obey and do so, sucking him off by bobbing your head.
He groans watching you take him in your mouth.
“I don’t know if i made myself clear before hand about how to get attention, they surely wasn’t fucking it” he says.
“Mmm.” You reply.
He nods and grabs your head pushes his dick down your throat making your moan the vibration causing him to twitch.
He continues to drool on your face, spilling from your mouth. The lewd sounds of sloshing and light gagging he pulls out you lean over inhaling the much needed oxygen wiping your mouth before you can look back up at him he pushes you back against the bed. The click of a switchblade and the shine of a blade close to your skin as he tears the dress from your body and removes your thong. Removing his pants and shirt he pulls his belt from the pants and makes cuffs attaching your wrists to them and hooking it to the post of his bed.
He pushes your legs apart and without hesitation enters you. No foreplay, for prep.
“Ah-!” You scream out he fucks you already over-stimulating you.
“You liked rubbing up on those guys hm?” He asks, gripping your breast in hand.
His mother comes up lightly, slapping your cheek.
“Answer me.” He huffs.
“Y-yes.” You answer he grips your neck shoving himself lathe way in making you clench around him letting out a loud moan.
“Fuckin look me!” He yells that you look up to him over you.
You see his expression on his face anger but mostly hurt. His dark eyes are glazed over. You thought making billy jealousy would be fun but now it just hurts you too see him like this only wanting you to show you something to teach you a lesson.
You lunge forward your lips connecting with his. If he were actually punishing you he’d pull away but no this time he kisses you back with passion. His tongue pushes its ways into your mouth making you moan.
You pull back as he kisses down your neck removing his hand.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry billy!” You say choking back your tears as he brushes your body with nips and sucks.
He pulls his lips back and reaches up, removing your hands from the cuffs. Your arms immediately wrap around him pushing him off you so you're on top. You sink back into him riding him. Groans leave his throat as his hands grips your waist.
“Fuck-“ he curses and your grind against him.
You just wanted his attention, his love. You wanted him to notice you as if you were back in freshman year seeing him walk around.
Hr thrusts up into you moans and breathes leave your body. His thumb circles your clit making your clench around him, your nails clawing at his chest. The over whelming situation of him fucking your tightens the knot in your stomach.
“B—billy fuck..please” you moan out.
“You gonna cum baby?! Hm” he asks you to nod breathlessly.
He pushes you off him and turns you around your back facing him. You wiggle your ass making him chuckle as he smacks his hand down on your cheek before squeezing and soothing the mark with a kiss.
“Arch baby.” He instructs you to listen , arching slightly; he rubs his tip against your strip before entering you again, the new angle making you tight as ever.
He sucks in a breath gripping your ass.
“Shit- those fucker you were dancing with wish they had your little pussy around thier dicks.” He chuckles as he thrusts into you. Your arms hug the pillow to your face as it muffles your moans.
"Such a good girl," Billy praised as he snapped his hips forward harder. Clawing at your waist, forcing you against him harder and you were more than happy to oblige. Another slap coming down on your ass each making you gasp into the pillow.
Billy grabs your hair pulling you up into him.
“You're mine. You got that. Fucking mine. In every way.” He says roughly thrusting up into you.
“Y-yes s-sir.” You manage out before clamping down around his cock cumming hard. Your eyes rolling back as he reaches down rubbing your clit making you squirm in his grasp.
He lets you go and with a few more sloppy thrusts Billy is cumming deep into you. You feel him twitching growing as he cums.
You pant putting your hand on your stomach feeling the budget of your boyfriends dick still settling in you. It's gone as he pulls out leaving a trail of kisses down your shoulders as he gets up disappearing in the bathroom he’s got in his room for a minute before coming back grabbing a shirt from his drawer he pulls on his boxers and walks back over to you.
He runs the cold damp cloth along your body cleaning you off before chucking it into the clothes hamper.
“Come here baby.” He says pulling you up into his arms as you sit up.
“Let me see.” He says looking at your top oversees the hickies scattered along your body as well as the prominent mark around your neck.
“I'm sorry honey.” He says kissing your neck lightly. You shake your head, not placing your hands on his face, pressing your lips softly against him.
“Don't be.” You smile. He puts the shirt over over body pulling the covers back as you get in under.
“Stay here for the night okay.” He says you nod holding your arms out to him he joins up as you cuddle up next to him.
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satanprotectsme · 9 months
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Spooky Bitch.
Bully!Billy Hargrove x Goth!Fem!Reader Smut
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18+ Minors DNI
Warnings! Soft dom!Billy x Sub!Reader, Unprotected PIV sex, Sir kink, marking, public sex, enemies to lovers, nothing else really... pretty sweet and vanilla otherwise!
Billy Hargrove is a constant pain in your ass, bothering you at school, when you're out, whenever he saw you. What happens when feelings bubble over during one of your regular detention sessions?
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Friday Detention. Great.
Slipping into one of the rickety, old, desks, a sigh escapes your lips. Glancing around, it seems like you're the only one here, thank god. As you rest your head on your desk, the classroom door creaks open. Clobbering footsteps drag you out of your power nap, eliciting a groan from you.
"What's wrong? Not excited to see me?" A familiar voice rings through my head. Why'd you have to forget your headphones today? Lifting your head, You're met with those cobalt eyes.
"Fuck you, Hargrove," you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. Cocking an eyebrow, a malevolent glare is shot Billy's way. He chuckles, sitting himself in the chair right next to you. "You could at least bother me from somewhere further."
"Aw, well that wouldn't be as fun, would it?"
"Hargrove! (L/N)! The two usual suspects," the supervising teacher huffs. Billy smirks, pushing a piece of gum between his lips. You rest your head on the heel of your hand, and your eyes can't help but shift over to him. His unbuttoned shirt catches your gaze, a silver chain resting on his chest. When your eyes flick back up to his, he has an unabashed grin on his face. "Alright, I'm locking the two of you in here, you know the rules."
"Yes Ma'am," Billy jested, earning himself an eyeroll. Pulling a petite compact mirror out of your backpack, you reapply my black lipstick, pouting a little. "So, what're you in for today, spooky?"
"Miss (L/N)!" a teacher calls out for you, your eyes promptly rolling into your head. "What do you think you're wearing?"
"A tanktop and a skirt, ma'am," You quip, turning to face the decrepit old lady who loved to make your life a living hell. You couldn't help the little smirk that resided on your lips.
"How many times do we have to talk about your clothes? What's your excuse this time?"
"The 100 degree weather outside?" You sigh, pulling your hair into a clip, anything to make your neck stop sweating.
"Go to the principal's office, and stop at the lost and found on the way while you're at it!"
"Dress code, what else is new," You huff, gesturing to the thrashed, raggedy, pewter hoodie, unwillingly borrowed from the lost and found. Billy was definitely familiar with your record of dress code breaking. The spiked bras, those little form-fitting shorts that hugged your curves just right. The leather, the chains clung along your form, and the collars he wished he could tug at, with you at his mercy. It all made his mind run, salacious thoughts abound in his head, and all about the weird, little, goth girl. "So fuckin' stupid."
"Poor thing," he teases, scooting a little closer to you. As he does, his intoxicative musk wafts towards you, sandalwood and tobacco is a surprisingly comforting combination.
"Oh fuck off, Hargrove," you scowl, cattily ripping the frumpy article off yourself. It reveals your pale, bare shoulders, the low cut of your lacey tank top, the skin enticing the boy next to you. His eyes trail over each dip and curve on your form, your breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. His tongue tucks behind his teeth.
"You're not as tough as you think you are," he murmurs, a sneer holding his lips.
“And you’re not as hot as you think you are!” you snap, shifting your eyes to his. He scoffs, fiddling with his chain. He knows your lying, he knows you've always admired him from afar. God, he couldn't blame you for ignoring him, all the snide remarks his friends made at your expense, hell, all the snide remarks he's made at your expense.
Still, he's noticed all the covetous glances you've given him over the past few months of detention, and their stark contrast to the expletives you'd yell at him. He's noticed your eyes rolling over the expanse of his chest, the noticeable bulge in his acid-wash jeans.
“Oh, yes I am, doll,” his gaze never breaks, it just gets more vehement; whether it was out if disdain or lust, you don't know. “and you know it.” He effortlessly looms over your frame, bringing a hand to your jaw. “Now, you want this don’t you?” you nod vigorously, gripping the collar of his shirt. “Words, baby.”
Suddenly, this all became real. This wasn't just one of the wet dreams your mind decided to conjure up. Is this all some big joke? Were his friends about to round the corner with cameras? You lookup at Billy with round eyes, glossy with dubiety, which he senses immediately. He's never been one to talk about emotions, but he always understands them when he sees them. With gentle hands, he holds your jaw, running his thumbs over your roseate cheeks. His sweet gestures mollify your nerves.
“I want this,” You smile, scooting your chair closer to him. He chuckles and drags his hand from your jaw to your hair, pulling your lips to his. The bite of tobacco on his tongue is titillating, and it coalesces entrancingly with his peppermint gum. You whimper, hands finding his chest. His plump, pillowy lips mold perfectly with yours, like they were crafted uniquely for you. When he pulls away, you try to whimper, but he hurriedly claws at your hips, pulling you into his lap. You giggle, tangling your fingers in his hair. The desk chair wasn't the most comfortable place to be doing this, but neither of you cared.
“Fuck, you’re so precious,” he smirks. Feeling his rock-hard member in his jeans makes you smile, rocking your hips back and forth. “Yeah? You did that to me… that making you all giddy?” He teases, guiding you over his erection. You nod euphorically, your mind fogging over with eros. "Okay, doll, pull it out for me, okay?"
"Yes sir!" You gladly follow his orders, unzipping his jeans. Grasping it feels unreal, hard and tepid in your palm, the tip leaking little, pearlescent beads. You run your thumb over the tip, collecting the droplets and running them over the head. His head falls back, a low groan sticking to his throat.
"Fuck, so good, sweetheart," He chuckles. Slowly, you sink down, wanting to tease him, just a little, but he didn't take it lightly. Tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft, the salty taste sends your head spiraling. With fingers tangling in your hair, he pushes you further onto his cock, sliding it further down your throat. "You look so pretty, so much prettier than when you're running that fucking mouth of yours," he smirks. Drool rolls down your chin, saturing your skin-tight black nylons. Grasping your hair extra tight, he pulls his cock out of your mouth.
With doe eyes, you stare up at him. "I wouldn't have lasted if I kept you down there any longer," he sighs, running his thumb over your cheeks. "You want this?"
"Yes! More than anything!" You smile as he pulls you up by your underarms and places you on the desk. Giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck. For the first time, when he looks into your eyes, you feel adoration in his gaze. Suddenly softening his features, he pushes your skirt up.
Running his fingers up your slit, he collects your slick, circling it over your clit. As he pushes one of his thick fingers inside of you, you can't help but to lean your head onto his shoulder. You breathe in his cologne, the scent camphoraceous, it releases the little nerves still nipping at your skin. Your cunt clenches around him as he adds a second finger, making him chuckle.
"If you're this tight around my fingers... how do you expect to take my cock, hmm?" his teasing kindles an unremitting need inside of you, the need to satisfy Billy.
"I'll take it perfect for you! I promise, sir!" Your doe eyes, smothered in smokey eyeliner, make him even harder than he already was.
"I bet you will, precious," he chuckles, pulling your black, lacey, panties down your legs, quickly stuffing them in his pocket. Rubbing his pre-cum smeared tip over your clit, he quickly pushes the tip between your folds. As he thrusts his cock inside, he could feel every soft, thermal, milimeter of your cunt. He could memorize every dip and curve of your insides without even thinking.
With so much slick pouring from you, he slid in without any resistance. "Ah! Feels so full!" you cry, sheathing your face in his chest. You grip the maroon shirt adorning his frame, pulling him close as he slowly starts to move. Eroticism obscured your inhibitions, leaving just a carnal mist to drift through your skull. "Please, faster! I'm ready for you!"
"Fuck, you're so fucking perfect, baby," Billy smirks, dragging himself out of you before slamming himself back in. Lewd moans force themselves from your throat, no matter how hard you try to keep them jammed in. "As much... as much as I love listening to you, you gotta- fuck- you gotta keep quiet, okay?" He murmurs, nibbling at your earlobe. While he drills into you, his lips find your jaw, sucking a merlot bruise into the skin.
"Sorry, sir, it just feels so good," You whimper airily, the words breezing by Billy as his balls slap against your ass. He tugs the leg you have holding you up, forcing it over his shoulder, allowing him to place kisses over the bare expanse of your legs. Staring up at Billy was an angelic sight, my eyes couldn't drag themselves away if I wanted to. His moans saccharine, seraphic, like a hymn shackling you to him forever.
"C'mon baby- shit... You're doing so perfect for me..." He sighs happily. Thrusting into you even faster. His hands clamp your hips so tight you're sure they'll be branded in the morning, leaving even more marks to remind you that you belong to him now. He forces one of his thumbs between your lips, collecting your spit and bringing it to your clit.
"Ah- Fuck! I'm so close, sir!" you cry, wrapping your arms around his neck and coiling your fingers in his strawberry blonde locks. He chuckles through a moan and holds your gaze in his. Between his thumb on your clit and his hefty cock slamming in and out of you at a bestial pace, your stomach tightens to the peak.
As you cum, Billy can't look away from your tear stained face. He has never seen such an ethereal sight, never seen such an alluring, irreproachable figure such as yourself. Your smudged black makeup, your clothes barely hanging on to your body, it's all too much for him. Finally, he deluges your cunt with his cum, letting it pour into you as he holds you close, arms wrapped around your back.
"You did so good for me babygirl... you're so perfect," he smirks, before placing a gentle kiss to your lips. When your trembling arms wrap around him, he gently places you back onto the desk, holding you tight. Never in his right mind would he think that he dirty thought he'd had about you would blossom into what he feels right now, but as he gingerly wipes the mascara off your cheeks, he smiles. "Hey... would you maybe wanna... get a bite when we get out of here, or something..." he trails off, letting you giggle.
"Is the Billy Hargrove asking me out on a date?" You pull the gross hoodie back over your shoulders. "I'd like that..."
The looks on his friends' faces when you walked into school hanging off Billy's arm were priceless.
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mcplestreet · 1 year
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𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔇𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯: 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤
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pairing: billy hargrove x fem sinclair!reader
summary: billy is determined to get max to stop hanging out with lucas. even if it means having to seek the help of his least favorite person in hawkins: lucas’ sister
content warnings: fingering, unprotected p in v sex, light degredation kink
word count: 3.7k
tags: @my-my-only-angel @gayskittlelesbian @heavenlyhandscribbles @canislupus-exe @angeliiaa @mlmmetalhead @keevathediva @frogydude233 @eddieverse @licktomsass @yourmommaissofine @m-rae23 @corrodedhawkins
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“Tell your brother to stay away from my sister.”
You look up slowly from the homework you had been working on in the peace and quiet of the library before you’d been so rudely interrupted, chilled gaze taking him in through long lashes. Disgust takes over your expression at the sight of him and he wishes he could wipe it clean off.
You tap your pencil on the desk a few times before looking back down at the worksheet in front of you. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” you ask, voice flat and callous. As if thoroughly bored by his presence. “You do it.”
You tap your pencil on the desk a few times before looking back down at the worksheet in front of you. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” you ask, voice flat and callous. As if thoroughly bored by his presence. “You do it.”
He slaps his hand on the table and yanks your homework off the desk, and though you scramble after it it’s no use when he holds it above his head. “I’m being serious,” he says, and his tone sounds as such. When seemingly clear you won’t get your work back you resign yourself to conversation, leaning back in your chair and crossing his arms under your chest, and he hates how he notices it pushes your breasts up and how it makes his pulse throb. “I don’t want him hanging around her anymore.”
“Did you tell her that?” you ask with an overdramatic cheriness that makes him roll his eyes.
“She doesn’t listen.”
“That’s not my problem,” you reply. You stand and lean over the desk, arm outstretched to grab at your papers but they’re still out of your reach. He finds himself leaning back when the distance between you is too close for comfort. With a dramatic sigh you go flat on your feet again, glaring daggers at him. “Your sister's dating life isn’t my problem.”
“Oh, well it’s about to be sweetheart,” he bites back.
“You don’t even like her.”
His expression falls as he takes in the seriousness of which you speak. Billy’s stomach rolls over, but whether it be from nerves or guilt he isn't sure. It’s unpleasant either way. “What did you just say?”
“I said you don’t even like her,” you repeat without a hint of fear or intimidation, which is a wound to his ego. “Lucas tells me how you talk to her. How you treat her. I think if anyone should stay away from her it’s you.”
He manages a sickly sweet smile. “Well then it’s a damn shame she lives two doors down from me.”
You scowl as you move to stand in front of him, hands planted on your waist as you glare up at him. The jean shorts you have on rest high enough on your thighs that it’s a surprise you didn’t get dress coded, and he thinks that if you weren’t as insufferable as you were he’d want those same legs thrown over his shoulders. “She’s, what, thirteen? She’s gonna start hanging out with boys. Get used to it.” You reach for your homework again and when he holds it up above his head it’s only partly so that you’ll lean into his chest in a feeble attempt to retrieve your papers. You don’t let the contact last long. “What do you want from me? She doesn’t listen to you? Well he doesn’t listen to me either.”
“But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t try your hardest,” he counters. The angry crease between your brows deepens and he rolls his eyes. “What? Am I gonna have to bribe you?”
Your nose scrunches up with disgust. “There’s nothing you have to offer me,” you tell him. You speak as if you’re speaking to dirt.
He hates you. He wants to strangle you. He wants to slam you up against a wall and fuck the attitude right out of you. He wants your looks to not be wasted on your personality.
“Oh I can think of a few things I can offer you sweetheart,” he says with a smirk, only because he knows what your reaction will be.
And sure enough you distance yourself from him, gaze analyzing him with disdain while your expression becomes venomous. “You’re disgusting. And you’re embarrassing yourself by even trying to suggest that,” you hiss at him. But when coming from your pretty pink lips the words don’t sting as much. “Just give me my fucking homework back and I’ll talk to him.”
He surveys you for a moment to decide if you’re being serious or not and when he’s satisfied with his results he goes to put your homework back onto your desk but you snatch them harshly from his grasp, nearly ripping them in the process. “Well, see that wasn’t so bad was it, darling?”
You scoff at him and go back to your seat, smoothing your now crinkled homework out as you sit down. “Leave me alone.”
“You better hold up your end of the bargain,” he says as he places his hands on either side of yours and leans over the table. He expects you to recoil but when you stand your ground and don’t move an inch, gaze moving up to meet his, he swears you’ve never looked more enticing. “Or you’ll be sorry for it.”
You let out a cold laugh. “Oh yeah?” you ask with an air of suspicion. “What are you gonna do to me?”
Your tone is poisonous and skeptical yet the words shoot straight to his dick nonetheless. “Nothing you’ll like, that’s for sure.”
He stands before you can reply, reaching out and ruffling your hair just to piss you off further before stalking out of the library. Though he’d never admit it, not even to himself, a part of him hopes you don’t follow through.
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There’s only one car in the long winding driveway of 2550 Maple Street that he has to avoid as he hurtels his own up the pavement and throws it into park with an aggression undeserving of an inanimate object. He stalks up to the front door and pounds on the wood hazard enough to sting his knuckles but he persists until he hears a voice from the other side.
“I’m fucking coming!” Only a few moments later the door swings open and slams against the wall of the inside threshold, leaving you in its place. The flame of his anger flickers slightly at the sight of you; baggy sweatshirt that hangs off of you like it’s consuming you with what you would have to be generous to describe as shorts poking out from underneath, with your hair thrown up in a lazy knot. The annoyance in your expression turns furious in a second when your gaze takes him in. “What?”
The sharpness of your tone brakes him out of the trance your legs had set him in and he forces his way past you and into the house. He ignores your shouted protests and demands for him to leave as he looks into the living room and dining room parallel to each other on either side of him before making his way towards the kitchen in the back of the house.
But something slams against his back and he falters. When he turns you stand a few feet away from him with the only sign of fear you’ve ever displayed in front of him and a sneaker on the floor in front of him.
“Did you just throw that at me?” he asks, though it comes out sounding more surprised than angry.
“Why are you in my house?” you counter, and he almost feels guilty when your voice is small and uncertain.
But he doesn’t want to feel guilty, he wants to feel angry, so he turns and continues into the kitchen. “Someone came to the door an hour ago. Max got it, talked to them for a minute. Came inside. Then snuck out the fucking window.” When there’s no sight of her he turns to look at you in the doorway, arms crossed under your chest in a way that if you hadn’t he would have never known you weren’t wearing a bra under the baggy sweatshirt. “Where is she?”
You snort and lean against the doorway. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen Lucas all day. He’s with his friends.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says sarcastically following a scoff.
“Billy why would I try to hide your sister from you? I don’t care.” You storm into the kitchen, looking under the table before opening the fridge and gesturing dramatically inside. “She’s not here.”
He hums in consideration before leaning back against the counter. “And what did he say when you told him to stay away from her?”
You cock your head to the side while the corners of your lips twitch upward. “Oops,” you say with sickly sweet false innocence. “Must’ve slipped my mind.”
You make for the doorway, likely to kick him out of your house, but he grabs you by the wrist and yanks you backwards. You stumble as he pushes you back against the counter, slamming your hips into the wood and causing a squeak of surprise. He relishes the look on your face when you look up at him, eyes wide with bewilderment and pouty lips parted but speechless. Pinning you in your spot with his hands on the counter on either side of you with one of his knees between yours he’s never been so close to you, and he considers it had been for the best when the sound of your shallow breaths and smell of floral shampoo makes him hate you a little less.
“You shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart,” he tuts, and his lips turn up into a smirk when he hears your breath hitch. “I told you you’d regret it.”
“And now what?” you ask. He could have laughed at your attempt at trying to sound tough which is all too pathetic. “What are you gonna do now?” Even through your anticipation you still manage to have a comeback.
All the times since he’d been punished with your introduction to his life where he wanted to shut you up and make you lose your attitude came to a boil and as he crashed his lips against yours roughly and with a desperate haste that boil and begin to overflow.
You shrink down as he assasults your mouth but you don’t pull away. He hadn’t considered the possibility that you might actually resist him, mind too clouded by lustful rage to think much about the parameters of his actions, and he begins to worry that the only way he’d take what he came for is by force, which was not something he would do. But before he can seriously consider his next move your hands, small and unsure, rest on his chest, fingers balling up the fabric of his shirt as your lips begin to follow his lead he knows he has you.
With one hand on your hips and one tangled in your hair he pulls you into him, not bothering to try and do so gently, and swallows the small whimper that spills from your throat and into his mouth. You shrink down again but this time it’s into him instead of away from him. The feeling of your braless breasts pressing into him has blood and adrenaline hurtling towards his cock, along with how through the thin material of his wifebeater your fingernails dig into his flesh.
Moving to grab you where your ass meets your thighs he lifts you off the ground, and though you pull your lips from his and let out a startled squeal you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you across the room and drops you onto the kitchen table. The bulge in his jeans presses into one of your knees as he runs his hands up your impossibly soft thighs but he hardly had the wherewithal to care.
“I’m gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, sweetheart,” he says, and he doesn’t miss the soft and shaky breath you take in through parted lips. More than that he swears he sees your pupils begin to wobble. “Gonna have you begging for it.”
“Never gonna happen,” you bite back, but the words lack any sting.
“We’ll see about that.”
After yanking you to the edge of the table he forces his hand past the waistband of both your shorts and panties which, to his utter delight, were already damp with arousal. Your head falls back and you take your bottom lip between your teeth, likely trying to force yourself to be silent, as he slides his fingers through your folds which are then coated in an instant. Once slick his fingers find your clit and attack it with furious circles that make you gasp for air.
“That’s right,” he says as he changes the pattern of his fingers and drinks in your reaction. “Put that smart mouth to good fucking use for once.”
“Fuck you,” you spit out, but the words don’t pack any punch while laced with thick with moans.
“Oh I bet you wish you could.” He shoves two of his fingers inside your cunt, a groan slipping past his lips when you clench around him. Your head falls forward and you stare up at him with lust clouded eyes and gasping breaths through parted and puffy lips. “You look so pretty when you’re being a good girl.”
In any other scenario you undoubtedly would have slapped him and started screaming. But with his fingers pushing into your squelching core, curling at the back, all you do is mewl and dig your fingernails into his shoulders.
He fucks you with his digits, two at first and hastily working is way to four, until you’re clenching him with your velvet walls with a rapidity that, when combined with the cresendoing sound of your moans that you’ve since given up trying to contain, you’re approaching climax, which most certainly wouldn’t do. When your grip and release on him begins a steady rhythm he pulls out of you and leaves you empty.
You let out a gasp that turns into a groan and as he pulls his hand from your shorts you slap his chest and attempt to kick his hip away from you. “What’s wrong with you?” you ask, and for the first time since he’d prevented you from leaving the kitchen you actually sound angry.
His hands find the buckle of his belt and you take your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him. “The only way you’re gonna get to cum is on this cock.” He undoes the button and fly of his jeans but hesitates before doing anymore, hungry gaze devouring you. “Take your fucking clothes off.”
Wordlessly you shimmy your shorts down your hips and legs, kicking them to the floor, and then pulling your baggy sweatshirt over your head when you see the dissatisfied look he wore. Billy lets out an audible groan at the sight of you, pulling you to the edge of the table with his hand that isn’t preoccupied with freeing his throbbing cock from his boxers. You’re a nuisance and his life would be a lot more pleasant had he never met you, but your body is delectably angelic despite the devil of a personality you possess.
He positions your knees to rest on either side of his hips before pulling his dick out, using some of your arousal to make the skin slick, rubbing his cockhead in lazy circles across your somewhat swollen clit. With a small whine when you realize he’s teasing you you edge your hips towards him to which he harshly slaps your cunt, a gasping moan to spill from your lips. “I told you,” he hisses, forcing your head to face him by your chin, “you’re gonna be begging for it.”
Your eyes widen a little when you realize what he means and your bottom lip juts out in a way that makes him think for a fleeting second that you might cry. “Don’t make me.”
He sucks his teeth and roughly releases your chin, moving to tuck himself back into his boxers. “Guess I’ll go back to finding Max, then.”
“No, no, no!” You grab at his shirt, wrapping the neckline of his wifebeater in your fists and yanking him back towards you after he had taken a small step back with a strength that surprises him, pulling him until his face is only inches apart from yours and he’s close enough to see the vastness in your dilated pupils. You look at him before your head falls back and you let out a loud groan. “Fuck. Fuck you. I hate you.” Lifting your head back up he sees a pink tint to your cheeks that hadn’t previously been there. “Please fuck me, Billy. Please. Make me forget why I hate you.”
The words shoot straight to his dick that now aches for you and he’s sure that even if he wanted to make you beg for more he wouldn’t have had the wherewithal to hold out any longer. Pushing you back onto your elbows and moving your legs to his pleasing he shoves into you. You’re soaking wet enough that he does so all in one thrust but tight enough that it doesn’t happen as quickly as he may have wanted.
He crashes his lips onto yours with a desperate fury and as your hips meet when he’s balls deep inside of you you swallow each others sloppy moans. Billy doesn’t bother working up to a furious pace to give your body time to adjust to his presence, snapping his hips against yours and digging his fingers into the silk flesh of your thighs to keep you exactly where he wants you.
Billy pulls away to drink in the sight of your flushed cheeks and eclipsed pupils while he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head into the exact position he wants it. At school you’re a smart mouthed brat who acts like a bitch like you get off on it. But as soon as he puts his dick inside of you and roughs you around a little bit you’re a needy little slut.
He wraps your legs around his waist and moves to hold you by the back of your neck and head so your body is at his complete mercy to use and abuse, and you offer up no complaints as you squeeze your eyes tight and cry out in pleasure. Your moans, unlike your regular speaking voice which- to him at least- sounded like nails on a chalkboard, was a heavenly soundtrack to his tip slamming into your g spot and making both of you see stars.
“Such a little fucking whore,” he grunts over the sound of slapping skin. Nearly the moment the name leaves his lips you clench around him. “You like being my whore?”
Your face is swill screwed up in stimulation but your bottom lip juts out and you punch his arm harmlessly. “Not yours,” you whine.
“No?” he asks, ramming into you in one hard and rough thrust that makes a cry escape you. “Then who else can fuck you this good?” When you don’t respond, letting silence be your answer, his grip on you tightens until you wince and let out a whine. “Put that smartass mouth to use and use your fucking words.”
He swears he sees you roll your eyes through your closed eyelids but can hardly care when you only a moment later give in and answer him. “Fuck, no one,” you whimper. Your eyes open slowly and you gaze up at him with pupils dilated from euphoria instead of the hatred he’s used to when looking at you. “God don’t fucking stop.”
The pathetic sound of your voice while you beg for him drives him mad. Billy moves his hand from the back of your head to settle between your legs, thumb finding your clit. A symphony or curses escapes you as you tense and fold yourself up slightly at the added stimulation. He rubs furious circles on the mound of nerves that’s still swollen from his previous assault and feels your legs start to shake around him.
“Are you gonna cum already?” he asks. When you only nod in answer he harshly slaps your puffy clit, practically making you scream. “I said use your fucking words bitch.”
“Ugh, yes I’m gonna fucking cum,” you shout, annoyance laced in the desire in your voice. “Please don’t stop until I fucking cum.”
Billy thinks for a moment that you don’t deserve it after the attitude you’ve forced him to deal with, but the urge to edge you without eventual release is overpowered with his craving to feel you cum on his cock. “Then you better make it fucking fast,” he says instead.
He takes your clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling the nerves between his pads. You clench so tightly around him that you nearly push him out and he knows he’s about to get his impatient wish. He fucks you as hard and as fast as he possibly can until you gush a heavenly warmth and wetness over his cock that has him hurtling towards an orgasm of his own while you shout and curse and chant his name like it’s a prayer.
The feeling of your fluttering walls hugging him so tightly has him beginning his climax before you’ve finished yours, and he cums inside you without regard for your wishes about placement since, again, he doesn’t think you deserve it. Your arousal mixes together and leaks out of you and onto the kitchen table while the room is suddenly silent other than the sound of your panting.
He pulls out of you slowly, wincing as he does with his dick now rubbed raw, before tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans. Billy grabs the pile of your clothes and tosses it at you, and you just barely manage to catch them. “You know I’m never gonna be able to take you seriously ever again, right?” he asks as you pull your baggy sweatshirt over your head.
You glare at him in a way that makes it clear any sense of submission towards him you’d once possessed has been drained from you. “Get out of my house before I never let you do that again.”
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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, car sex, possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk
Possessive!Billy fucking you stupid every chance he gets just to get one thing across - you’re his his his and no one else’s but his.
He drills his cock deep into your seeping pussy, his heavy balls smacking against the bottom of your buttcheeks as his calloused hands grip tightly on your hips, holding you in place, pressing you further into the backseat in his precious Camaro
Your slicked from sweat skin sticks unpleasantly to the dark leather but the thought quickly leaves your head as Billy’s hand comes from your hip to rub your throbbing clit in tight eights. You gasp, the friction makes you clench around him, back arching off the seat towards man’s chiseled body hovering above. The sudden tightness makes the blonde hiss, he draws his hand from your cunt to rest it next to your head, leaning down so that his face is almost buried in the crook of your neck
- You like that, you fucking whore? ‘Course you do, fuck, squeezing me so tight, - his lips brush the hot skin of your ear shell as he whispers breathily, your arms snaking around his neck in a weak attempt to find some kind of stability
You feel Billy shifting, readjusting himself, and the next moment the world around you spins, making you squeal in surprise. Man has you hauled up on top of himself as he now sits in the middle of a huge backseat of his car, head thrown back against the top of a backrest
- C’mon, ride that dick, princess. Make me proud, - Billy murmurs softly, eyes half-lidded and lips stretched in his significant shit-eating grin that never fails to make your knees week
You shift around for a bit, trying to make your current position more comfortable. Your shaky hands rest on Billy’s firm shoulders and you use them for leverage as your hips begin rocking softly, impaling yourself on man’s throbbing cock
Billy’s hands, that previously were holding tightly on your hips, make their way up the curves and dips of your sides, resting on the your waist instead. He watches you with covet as you pick up your pace, bouncing yourself on his dick as most lecherous moans leave your kiss-swollen lips
He leans in, hot lips attacking the side of your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin with clear intention of leaving bright marks in most obvious places, so that everyone can see that you’re taken, taken by him. Mild pain from his teeth only adds to your pleasure and you crane your neck to the side, allowing Billy even more access
His rough hands come up to grip on your exposed tits, fingers twisting your hard nipples meanly, causing you to yelp loudly. Billy sucks in a breath, feeling your walls clamping around his weeping cock, prickling heat starts gathering in the pit of his stomach
Each time you plop yourself down your young man’s hard length you feel the tip of his dick nudge your cervix teasingly, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Loud squelching noises your seeping cunt makes every time you take Billy’s thick cock inside turn him even further on
- Holy shit, babe. Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock, just like that. Fuuuck, - Billy rasps as he takes ahold of your waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as he thrusts his hips upwards, plunging his dick impossibly deep into your creamy cunt
You moan uncontrollably with every ferocious jerk of his cock against your plushy walls, hips stuttering to meet male’s thrusts, multiplying your shared pleasure. Billy moans as he drills himself deeper into your dripping cunt, chasing his incoming high
You claw at his sweaty nape, fingers knotting into blonde locks, tugging on your lover’s soft hair as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, coil of pleasure getting tighter with every snap of your hips against Billy
- My slutty little cunt, only for me to use, yeah? You like it when I use you like that? Like if you’re just my cute little fucktoy, huh? - Billy asks tauntingly, eyes opened wide as he watches your flushed face scrunching up in intense pleasure greedily
- Yesyesyes, Billy, fuck, - you cry out, barely being able to proceed his words properly, head thrown back and back arching towards his touches
- C’mon, show me how much you like it. Cum on my cock, - he orders in a low breathy voice, his breathing shaky and ragged
It doesn’t take you long to do as man has told you to - your plush insides ripple around him as you cum hard, vision bursting with white temporarily. The clamping of your velvety cunt coaxes Billy into his own orgasm and with a low guttural groan he spills his heavy load deep inside of you, creaming your fluttering pussy with his seed
Your body goes completely limp as you slump against Billy’s heaving chest, your forehead resting in the crook between his shoulder and neck. Your mind is still all frizzy from the recent orgasm, not a single thought in your head; lazy post-orgasmic euphoria floods you wholly, making limbs feel immensely heavy to try to move them even an inch
Billy rests one of his hands on the small of your back, rubbing your sore muscles softly. He smiles contentedly to himself as he feels you nuzzle deeper into his neck, seeking out comfort in him
He did it once again - claimed to everyone - and most importantly to you yourself - that you belong to him and him only
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Closer
Billy Hargrove x AFAB! Reader
Inspired by this earlier post
Warnings: References to sex, explicit language, possessive Billy.
Before you, Billy had been a fuck and leave kinda guy. No affection, no pillow talk and definitely no cuddling, it wasn’t just off limits, it wasn’t even on the table. The amount of times he’d pulled out, cumming on some girl's tits just to make a quick getaway.
Then you came along. It was like your body is a magnet, Billy can’t bear to be apart from you, he has to be touching you; a hand pressed to the small of your back, pinky fingers linked by the lockers, grabbing your ass, arms wrapped tight around your waist holding you possessively. The need only worsens after sex, wanting your sweat slicked skin against him until daylight peaks through the thin curtains, limbs tangled, not knowing where you start and he ends.
He would never tell anyone but his favorite thing is when you fall asleep in his arms, whether it’s after a few hours of intense fucking, or better yet when you just stay over for the sake of staying over, all domesticated. Head tucked under his chin, barely there kisses pressed to your forehead, arms holding you firmly to his muscled chest, feeling your breathing even out until you’re dead-weighting; and god if it doesn’t make his fucking head spin.
It was one of those nights tonight, both exhausted from working all day, Billy at the pool, you at the mall. You'd fallen asleep the minute your head hit the pillow, Billy following soon after, the pair of you collapsed into a tired jumble of arms and legs, covers kicked off against the sweltering summer heat.
Billy wakes in a daze, subconsciously missing your touch, just your delicate hand remains on his chest, the rest of you so far away on the other side of the bed, inches feeling like miles. His hand is still cradling the crown of your head, fingers raking through your mussed hair. He takes a moment to study your face, the way your lips are softly parted, expression peaceful, he wonders if you're having a good dream, if you're dreaming of him. Your t-shirt, well his t-shirt has ridden up through the night exposing the pretty lace trim of your panties, the material following the curve of your ass, moonlight throwing your figure into perfect illumination.
Billy's breath catches in his throat, he was under no illusion that you were too good for him, and yet here you were in his bed, in his t-shirt, his girlfriend. 
The possessive creature inside him roars, fire coursing through his veins, he needs you closer, like a physical ache that can only be soothed by the gentle press of your body to his. 
Without a second thought he shifts forward hooking his free arm between your legs, cupping your ass, using his strength to drag you back to his embrace. 
You're still fast asleep but wrap yourself around him like a koala, leg hitched about his hip, arms snugly hugging his back. He snakes his arm under the fabric of your shirt, hand spread over the breadth of your shoulders, slotting his thigh tight to your centre, smirking slightly as you let out a soft moan of pleasurable contentment.
Billy glances at his watch, just after 3am, he'd let you sleep for a little longer and then he'd wake you up with his cock, needing to feel all of you. 
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billy desperately trying to babytrap his girl after she tries to break up w him🤭
This is so good.
✧ - baby trapping, subconscious manipulation, verbal abuse, violent!billy, billy is overprotective, obsessive, and possessive, implied stalker! billy, mentions of billy beating up jason tommy h & some other guy, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, gaslighting, guiltriping, unprotected sex( piv), breeding, cockwarming, mentions of tampering with birth control but it doesn't actually happen, hint of fluff at the end,
Billy's infatuation with you starts the very first day he looks at you, a beautiful, shy, charismatic girl who he could bend at will. He knew he would have you, it wasn't even a matter of how but when.
He was good at orchestrating everything, from the very first time you talk, the heated kisses, and first time hooking up. Billy wasn't your first, but you sure as hell felt like a virgin the first time you took him. He made you feel good, loved, he was sweet, caring, and charming. Just two months in, everything had changed. From the very beginning he knew you were different than other girls he had been with, he never had a girlfriend, and it hit him like a shock. He started acknowledging how much depth his love went, at first it was just him messing around with another girl, but he had gone way off track.
It was hard not to, you had been the only girl to care for him, rather than his dick. You were different. You treated him different than any other person.
It wasn't all on him anyway, you weren't stupid, you knew what Billy's intentions were from the beginning, he'd never once talked to you, but it began to get hard to let go when he kept you around, not shoving you through his window after hooking up, not pretending like you didn't exist when he walked by you at school, offering rides after he proposed in exchange for him to be lenient on Max being late, or even how he had stopped going after other girls.
Everything was so sweet, until he let the intrusive thoughts in.
He started asking who the people you talked to were, walking you to classes you didn't have together during passing period, insisted on driving you to work after school, picking you up and dropping you off home.
Eventually his obsession turned violent, going after Jason Carver after finding you two together during a pep rally, a big misunderstanding that could have been avoided had he just asked what you were bringing to him.
Billy had become somewhat self aware of what he was doing, quickly becoming insecure, and hateful. But he couldn't help it, because he genuinely loved and cared for you, he wanted you all to himself, this sweet girl who let him in. He was good at guilt guiltriping you with that, telling you how much he loved you.
It made you feel restless, having to make sure you weren't talking to specific people he didn't like, making sure not to stare too long at some other guy, spending all your free time with him, letting him know that there was a test you had to make up before going to work. You felt like your life was being controlled, and inviting him over while no one was home was your biggest mistake.
Spring break had just started, it was a Saturday evening when Billy had received the call. Of course he'd pull up to his girlfriends house in under 10 minutes, especially when she gave the "It's important and serious.".
Billy was rapidly knocking on the door, yelling your name, and when you open to let him in, he can tell that something really is wrong.
You're spouting nonsense to him, being so annoying, talking about how he doesn't love you, and that he's obsessed with you. Part of which was really wrong, because Billy did love you. He just had this horrible way of showing it.
It doesn't take long for you to get him angry, he begins yelling back. Saying that Carver, Tommy H, and Smith deserved getting their asses flipped. To which you yell that he shouldn't go about fixing things with violence.
"I just can't do this."
And he snaps, eyes blurring, warm droplets falling to his neck, when he blinks he realizes that he's crying. And it has you shocked.
"What?" His voice is small and broken, it almost has you wanting to take back what you've said. But it's hard to do so, because he's scared you already.
"No, please no." He cries as he reached out to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body, another act that shocks you, he's never been one to initiate affection. He's almost cradling you, "Can't lose you, please don't."
You're not sure if it's an act, one to lure you in, but you take the bait anyway. Because while the ideas of what he's capable of to the extent of his love terrify you, you also remember that you do love him too. That he's never once laid a hand, or ever been physically abusive to you.
"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean it. It's just, you scare me sometimes!"
Anguish breaks into his body, when the realizations kick in. It's a thought that's etched into his mind, the fact that you've thought about leaving him. The fact that you even said it.
"I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you please.. I promise I'll take care of you." His tone sends shivers down your spine, it's the one he always uses, it messes with you subconsciously and you never picked up on it.
You nod your head rapidly, breathing in deeply when Billy's teeth gently sink into the flesh on the side of your neck. Your panting reels him in further, letting him take full control of your body.
You don't even know how you ended up on your back, in your room, and on your bed, both you and Billy fully nude. Both your bodies decorated with bites and love marks. You're crying into the air as Billy's cock is shoved into your aching tight hole. You can feel every inch of him, to the point where you swear you feel his tip hit up snuggly against your cervix, and Billy swears he feels it too, because he begins a brutal pace. Mouth stealing a heated kiss from you. Between the messy kiss, your stuttering moan fills his ears.
"Fuuuuckkk, Billyyy! M'gonna cum!" You whimper, arms and legs wrapping around his body, pulling him to you, almost inviting him further inside you. He's reaching the deepest he can, he's never been or even felt so feral during sex. Both his hands were clenching harshly onto the pillow your head was rested on, he's using it as stability to continue thrusting so hard and fast, he feels like he's also about to cum.
"Yeah? Then cum, need to feel you all over me." The thought alone is enough to send you spiraling, a gush of liquid seeps out, drenching and covering his abdomen and cock in your cum. A long moan rips through you, your walls clamp so tightly around Billy that it only takes a couple more thrusts before his cock plunges into the deepest part of you.
"Fuuck! Babe'm gonna cum, cunt is all mine, gonna breed you so they know you're mine. You want that, don't you?" He groans into your ear, burying his face into your neck, your response is nonverbal, it's just you frantically nodding your head up and down before you decide to speak up.
"Yes! Please, Billy, want you to make me yours!" You babble, then it happens cum begins filling up your insides until you feel full. Billy's weight drops on you then, cum still spurting a few more times before he is absolutely spent.
You can feel him soften inside you, little bits of cum threatening to spill out. The feeling has you whimpering, it's then that Billy remembers he's still inside you. When he goes to lift himself up, a whine is heard from you.
"Billy.. no, don't go.. please. Wanna stay with you like this." You beg, your tired eyes droopy, your arms still holding him tightly.
"Not going anywhere baby. Love you so much." He slurs, high of sex, leaving kisses all over your face.
"I love you too, Billy.. so much.."
He had you right where he wanted you.
Those condoms he planned to poke holes into weren't really necessary after all.
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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.
Please don't read unless you're comfortable!!
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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.”
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supermarketbae · 13 days
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Billy smut where he’s mad at you for wearing a mini skirt with no panties at a party showing off his goods so when you guys get home, super rough sex and brat taming.
pussy spanking, brat taming, degrading, all the nine yards pls and thank you🫶🏻
ooooo anon I love your thoughtss (I’m so not completely normal about this 🖤) gif isn’t meant to represent skin tone of reader
The Little Black Dress
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warnings: rough sex (all kinks mentioned above), enemies to lovers, jealous! Reader, jealous! Billy, choking, praise, edging, anddd that’s about it (unrealistic time period???)
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You knew what you were doing when you get ready for Jason’s party. Twirling in the mirror you put on a sultry smile before laughing at your own antics, finally happy with your appearance. A short, tight, mini dress clung to your confident frame. Shrugging on a cropped cardigan you slip on your heels and check the time. 30 minutes late.
You mused.
Perfect.
What you were trying at, was a dramatic enterance and Billy Hargrove’s attention which ended after a new girl named Chrissy moved into town and completely stole your spotlight. I mean, you didn’t blame Hargrove completely. She was a gorgeous girl, but it was frankly obvious that her eyes were set somewhere else when she immediately turned him down.
It was surprising when the flirtatious advances from Billy stopped. Even though you classified each other’s relationship as ‘enemies’ you’d come accustomed to the flirting remarks he flung your way— only your way in fact— he’d stopped dating other girls a while back. You’d never be as pompous as to chalk it up to him being absolutely enraptured by you. But he was…
Every flippant reply and every confident eye roll you gave back to Billy’s lewd attempt at flirting had him stumbling over his next words in badly concealed affection for you. You’d just refuse to see it. So, in yet another misinterpreted attempt, Billy started flirting with Chrissy in an effort to try to make you jealous. Billy knew she didn’t want him, but the first look of seething contempt on your face was worth it. But soon, when your contempt turned to ignoring him all together… Billy knew he fucked up.
And as he saw you walking in, decked out, confident and without glancing at Billy even once (sidestepping him in the process). Slinking through the crowd you grimace when you see Jason Carver motioning for you to come over. But a glance over your shoulder and the daggers that Billy was glaring into your soul made you smile widely sauntering to his scrawny form.
Before you can even reach a reasonable distance Jason whistles at you lunging out and  putting an unwelcome, unsteady arm over your shoulder. “Welllll hellooo Gorgeous glad you made it !” Jason slurs to your slightly recoiling form. “I’m just peachy.” You try to purr back but your voice trembles a bit from badly hidden disgust. “Well that’s lovely, much like yourself doll.” Jason hiccups at your fake simpering giggles.
 As you allow him to slip his hand down your back you smile in triumph when you see Billy pushing through the crowd. His eyes trail up your figure as he barks “Fuck off Jason. If you want to keep your head, hands the fuck off her!” The blatant possessiveness in Billy’s voice had you biting your lip in anticipation. So as Jason grumbled, knowing his place enough to walk away, you truly simper when Billy grabs  you gently, yet still dominating and pulls through the crowd to the upstairs of the Carver residence.
As the door to the room closes— Jason’s room you realize in a sickening sweetness. Billy bites out “What the fuck were you playing at with Carver!” You’re somewhat stunned into silence at his scolding but manage to snark “what do you mean—“ you gasp as he grabs you roughly tilting your chin up so you’re looking at him. And before he can say anything else: “I’m not fucking yours. Why do you care?” You bat your eyelashes innocently feeling a warm heat when Billy smirks down at you. 
“Really sweetheart?” Billy mumbles trailing a hand down your excited figure “Oh but you could be…” Billy whispers. You blush heavily taken aback by his forwardness. “Don’t you want to be?” He says slightly softer and you find yourself nodding. Suddenly his lips are on yours, and you find yourself asking why you didn’t kiss this infuriating boy sooner.
In a whirl of lustful kisses and groping hands you find yourself pressed on a plush king bed, pillows falling as you wrap your legs around Billy’s waist. You keen softly as Billy reaches low intent on pleasuring you through your panties. He grunts when he finds that they aren’t there. “Naughty fucking girl.” Bill sighs, lowering himself onto his forearms, caging himself around you. You realize you’re shaking when Billy chuckles. “such a fragile thing darl’” the low rumble of Billy’s voice goes straight to your cunt. Your brows furrow in need as Billy pushes a finger inside of you. “Actin’ like a fucking slut out there but you can’t fucking take it?” Billy’s question has you writhing at the degradation. You shake your head vehemently biting your lip as Billy quirks his lip into a smirk.
You squeal loudly as he gives a sharp slap to your clit. “Jesus sweets,” Billy drawls pinning your hips open with a large hand. “Fucking dripping for me.” You jolt as Billy places another electrifying slap to your throbbing pussy.
“You know what I’m gonna fucking do sweetheart?” Billy kisses up your neck as you flounder, whimpering and gasping as you try to answer. So ever aware of your already needy state Billy rasps “I’m going to fuck you until your pretty little cunt remembers the shape of my cock.”
Your head cocks back at the vulgarity of his lewd musings. Your legs shake as Billy adds another finger to your fluttering heat. “Billy—a-ah-s’much I can’t!” Your mewls only spur Billy to thrust his fingers deeper into your cunt. “Awh baby, you think I fucking care that it hurts?” His cruel groan has you whining clinging to his bicep in an attempt for him to stop— or keep going, you didn’t know.
“fucking hell you want to cum?” Billy says index finger coming to play at your swollen clit. You nearly scream when he pulls his fingers out of your sloppy hole licking at your arousal that’s glistening on his fingers. “Taste like heaven darl’ s’a pity brats don’t get to cum.” Billy chides meanly to you. “Puh-please—ah- Billy needa c-cum!” You moan raggedly as Billy hurriedly undoes his belt, each clink of silvery metal cause a shiver to rack your body. You nearly cry as Billy fucks his length into you easily bottoming out in a smooth thrust that has your mind reeling in drunken pleasure.
“this what you needed—fucking shit your so tight- you n-needed to get dicked down huh?” You nod whining as Billy’s hand wraps oh so deliciously around your throat. The haziness making it all the more intoxicating at his bullying pace. You felt like you were coming apart at the seams. Billy’s other hand finds your hip gripping it strongly to pull you even closer to him. He needed to fuck you on his cock until you screamed.
You wail as his hips continue to piston into yours at a brutal speed, and somehow he just keeps going. Again and again hitting the spot that has you clenching around him and forgetting your own name. “Billy—mmm—please I’m-oh- im gonna cum-f-fuck me!” Your delirious sighs punch out a responding moan from Billy, who grips your throat tighter, adding to your already immense pleasure. “Yea-gonna cum on this cock? Gonna be my good girl? About fucking time my little cumslut.” All it takes is a final roll of Billy’s hips for you to go hurtling over the edge, lips parted in a wide ‘oh’.
Overstimulated, you try to shakily scoot away from Billy’s hard thrusts but moan as he grabs your waist, biting at your neck “I never said I was fucking done darling.” “loved the dress by the way.”
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blue-sadie · 3 months
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You Wouldn't Dare....
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Imagine:
Being Steve's girlfriend and one of the main targets for Billy's 'flirtatious' advances and bragging to your boyfriend how he makes you blush and how easily he could make you scream annoying steve intill he finally snaps.
"You wanna brag so much how about you actually try and if you actually get her to do that then you can have whatever you want but if you don't you better leave her and me the fuck alone"
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