Creating this blog so I can clean out all the Dacre and Billy pics/fanfics out of my likes. Also bc I'm low key in love with this man and this fictional character. ***This does not mean I condone Billy's racist or abusive behavior in any way*** ***regardless, please no Billy hate***
btw people who shame x readers are losers in my eye because why are you bothering a community that does no harm to you???
“its so cringe“ so are the ship fics you read that has the same dynamics?? like okayyy you read fanfics in a god honoring, senior citizen way and not in a cringe loser way congratulations !!! (btw i also read ship fanfics)
not to mention selfshippers are the backbones of fandoms
ALSO why cant we do both? is it that hard you ppl always have to hate on something and its not healthy
like i read both without shitting on neither of them and its actually not that hard???
Billy Hargrove x plus size reader x Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
The boys had great hair, there was no doubt, but it was even better when you could see it between your legs (or between each others) even if they are utterly annoying
Warnings: everybody fucking everybody, mmmf relationship, f!reader, bickering, Steddie, established polyamorous relationship, smut (fingering f!receiving, blowjob, cunnlilingus, some voyeurism) and references to it, Eddie’s a bit mean, use of cock-hungry and sluts but in a loving way, no use of y/n
WC: 1k
A/N: for my love @666satanicanarchist69 sorry this took me so long to write
Minors DNI
Library-@hannibals-favourite-meal-library
You weren’t jealous per say, just reasonably envious of the waves of perfectly defined curls that somehow always ended up in your face. It was unfair, you often thought, how soft and coiled each strand was, how voluminous their hair laid against their head, how only Steve really used product yet all of them woke up every day with the hairstyle they wanted. But most of all, you loathed how soft their hair was between your fingers as you pulled and tugged, each jolt of pain meant to stop their torment but only fuelling the fire.
Sweat beaded along the length of your throat as you struggled to catch your breath. “See I’ve been telling you that one GOOD kiss will shut her complaining up.” Your head lolled back against the back of the couch.
“So what I’ve been doing for the past hour hasn’t been good enough then right?” A scoff came from the direction of the kitchen.
“You’re the one that said it, Harrington, not me.” Ringed fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your plump inner thigh, grounding you as fog threatened to close around your mind. The man beside you kept silent though you didn’t doubt that he wore a satisfied smirk on his swollen lips.
“You good princess?” Billy’s voice carried with it the smell of cigarettes and your shared satisfaction. Your own words failed before you could even form them so you nuzzled closer into his bare chest, laying a palm against the scars across his pecs. Happy with your state of undone, your boyfriend kissed the crown of your head and joined you in melting into the cushions.
“Well if I’m soooo bad at kissing then why did you cum in those dumb jeans of yours after your concert last night when I kissed you in the van.” The strumming of Eddie’s guitar stopped abruptly and if you were in any state to even get up from the couch, you would’ve intervened but alas, you were trapped with Billy’s red curls gently tickling your sensitive neck.
“That was a fluke! Adrenaline from the gig! That’s it!” Steve thundered into the trailer’s living room/your shared bedroom, letting you catch a glimpse of him before he vanished from your eyeline. He was also shirtless but donned in a pair of Eddie’s sweats and a headband you’re pretty sure was Billy’s that he stole from his sister. You groaned happily at the sight of his hairy torso which made Billy in turn grumble and pinch your thigh.
“How about that time at Lover’s Lake? Or before Hellfire? Or what about when we got pulled over by Hopper and you and I had to lay down in the back to avoid being seen?” There was a flash of Eddie’s black hair as he stood from the beanbag chair in the corner.
“You’re forgetting, Harrington, that all those times were because you just love to rub up on me whenever you can! You’re more cock-hungry than her!”
“Hey-“ You managed to croak out but your boys were already in the heat of their ‘foreplay’ and so were deaf to your weakened protests. Billy shifted so he could watch over the back of the couch as they got closer, his smirk deepening. He loved days like this and would soon make it your problem once again.
“Cock hungry? Remind me which one of us dropped to his knees in the pool locker room because he saw Billy in the swimtrunks he accidentally shrunk!”
“You did that too!”
“No! I ate her out in the pool at my parent’s house, there’s a difference!”
“Boys.” You tried again, your voice barely audible over the buzz of their tension. Billy’s hand slid over the curve of your thigh, dangerously tracking higher and higher until his pinky pressed against the cut of your pussy. There was a moment where you almost let him continue, to pick up exactly where he had left off before the fighting had started but you knew it would only get worse if you did.
The couch springs screamed in protest as you wiggled from Billy’s arms. “Boys!” They finally froze, their faces mere inches away. “You’re both sluts, now can you be quiet for 5 minutes so I can enjoy myself.” Their brown eyes looked at you then each other before Eddie’s lips curved up into a wicked grin.
“She’s bein’ loud again.”
Steve brightened. “She is. Apparently Hargrove wasn’t good enough at shutting her up.”
“You’re the idiots that got her going again.” He countered without bothering to get up, the fight would come in his direction soon enough anyway. Steve was the one to step forward first, a deep flush crawling up his chest at the mere thought of getting another chance to show off to the boys. But Eddie was faster.
You yelped when he grabbed your wide hip, squeezing the flesh tightly as he shoved you back towards the beanbag that had already seen too much. He dropped to his knees with a thud, his dark curls fell in front of his face, distracting you from his wandering hands. “Eddie.” You scolded but the fucker never listened to you.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shit up your spine with the first swipe of his fingers against your overstimulated clit. Your knees tried to close around his arm but Eddie bullied his shoulders in between them, keeping you open and vulnerable to his teasing touch. “Oh baby, you’re shaking.” His coo was wonderfully condescending and you moaned in response. “Billy boy’s been very mean to you hasn’t he.”
As he mercifully sank his index finger into your waiting walls, you sagged into the beaten up chair and watched as Steve similarly sank to his knees in front of Billy, his thick mane obscuring the way his mouth swallowed his cock in one smooth motion. You grabbed at Eddie’s curls as Billy’s moan filled the room, his jaw working over with each bob of Steve’s head though his blue eyes were locked firmly on you.
“Keep watching them baby.” Eddie kissed your knee before he too pressed forwards to taste your pleasure, your hands still tangled in his curls just like they should be.
How the big three (three musketeers??) would try and convince you to quit your shitty job
one 'cute little housewife' from billy but reader is otherwise gn, some mysoginy from billy as a treat if you squint but not much also what do you expect lol
You know that friend that when you bring up your boyfriend they're like "dump him"?? That's Stevie. You breathe one word about your day at work being subpar and he's like "oh my god that sucks they shouldn't treat you like that, you should quit" when you protest he DOUBLES DOWN. "C'mon, you should quit. You don't need to work there, I'll buy you whatever you want. Bank of Harrington, the only interest is kisses." He loves spoiling you, you know he does, and he watches you seriously considering it. He'll offer to take you shopping right now to tip the scales, hyping you up and picking out the cutest stuff that perfectly fits your taste. "You could wear this next monday, we can go to the movies, keep me company while I drive the kids around..." You tell him you have work next monday and he gives you one of those looks "You don't have to." He's so hot and so caring and so good at babying you it's incredibly hard not to fold immediatley.
Eddie pulls you into his lap first thing. Right off the bat, he pulls you close to him to straddle his thighs. He's looking at you with that attentive sweet look, clearly paying full attention and equally in love with you while you tell him about your day. You're laughing at something ridiculous and terrible that happened and he's laughing with you and you think you're on the same page and then he hits you with the "Screw them. Quit." you start to laugh and he does too but you can see a little bit of seriousness behind his eyes. He squeezes your waist and continues "You're my muse. I need you here so I can write songs, come up with good lyrics." He runs his hands up and down your waist, he knows it's working, so he kicks up the dramatics, dipping you and declairing, "The future of corroded coffin depends on it..." pecking your lips. He's not shy about telling you how inspired you make him, he never has been, and you're sure his bandmates would be overjoyed that Eddie has his muse with him full time.
With Billy, he really, really likes playing house with you. If you tell him someone at your job did anything, made your day harder, upset you, said something rude, gossiped about you, you can see the change on his face instantly. He starts picking you up and dropping you off more often than he did, figuring out which coworkers he needs to send intimidating glares to. if you have a rough day he will ABSOLUTELY drop what he's doing and cover you with kisses. He'll rub your back and pull you to sit on his lap and rub his thumb over your cheek. "You should just fucking quit. Fuck them." You tell him it wasn't that bad, just one bad day, but he's been noticing more and more bad days recently. "Hey. Look at me." he guides you to look up at him, locking eyes with that intense eye contact of his. "You don't deserve to be treated like that, and those bastards sure as hell don't deserve someone as great as you." You smile and he does too. "You know, you could just quit. Stay here and be my cute little housewife..." you giggle and he bites your neck, telling you how cute you'd look cooking together while you wear his shirts.
No bc Billy is such a fucking caring protective boyfriend. Once he decides you're - for all intents and purposes - part of his pack, he will always protect you. The party, the other teens, even Hopper and Joyce (along with Max and Susan obviously) are all part of his little circle of people that he will never let anything bad happen to. Any time you're having a problem, he can tell. You've just started going straight to Billy when you have a problem because he's so quick to tell when something is wrong. You know why he's so good at picking up on miniscule changes in someone's mood and behavior, and it breaks you heart. But now, like so many other traits and defense mechanisms he's developed, he's able to use them for good, to protect you and your friends. It's not perfect, but it's a huge improvement.
One time you ran up to him, he knew something was wrong just by the way you were walking before he even saw your face, and started telling him everything, trying to hold yourself together. Whether the guys you had bumped into made fun of you or just made you uncomfortable, you know Billy won't let it slide.
"I was just trying to walk my dog, and they won't leave me alone, and-"
He puts a hand on your shoulder, and you know he has this under control.
"Those guys over there?" He asks, voice low and calculated. You nod.
"Stay here." He states, giving your dog an appreciative scratch on the head for helping to look after you. He resolves the issue out of earshot and out of your sight. You don't know the details, but the next time you see those guys, they turn and practically run the other way. When you thank him for taking such good care of you, keeping you safe, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"'Course. I always will."
Every day that you or one of the kids or even his friends feel safe enough to come and talk to him when you're feeling vulnerable, every day someone comes to him to feel safe is another day he knows he beat the statistics, broke out of the cycle. It's more and more proof that he did it, and he can keep doing it, for you guys and for himself.
Billy "is this guy bothering you" Hargrove will never let you feel unsafe. Literally ever. He always has a hand somewhere on you. Intertwined with yours, resting on your waist or back or thigh. His favorite is when you hold on to his arm, it makes him feel so strong and protective, like he's your knight in shining armor. He doesn't feel like a hero a lot, so it’s nice to feel that swirling in his chest around you. He loves being your scary dog privelage, and doesn't take that responsibility lightly. He gazes at you with such adoration one minute, then he's glaring at anyone who doesn't pass his vibe check, anyone who looks at you like that a little too long. All your nerves, all you anxiety is squashed when you're out with him. He’s such a solid, reassuring presence, even just the scent of his cologne is soothing and comforting to you. You're practically attached at the hip, and wouldn't have it any other way.
bestie, your smuts are something else ☠☠☠ i need you to write more harringrovexreader or them separately x reader bcs damnnnnn do i enjoy them. i am actually obsessed. love you and i look forward to reading any of your works, theyre just too good to miss 🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️
WAILING WEEPING SOBBING. I am so glad that yall love harringrove as much as I do bc 🥵🥵🥵🥵
Steve loves to see you happy, he loves to see you quivering and overstimulated because of him. Billy loves to see you flustered and fucked dumb, he loves to see you submissive with your eyes locked on his. They're relentless together. They can only set aside their differences when it comes to you. They love to take out their building tension on you. They love the way they stretch you out, the way their cocks bump against each other inside you. They love the horned up look of panic in your eyes when you see them conspiring against you. They love how tight you are normally, and even more when they both push inside you. You can barely fit one of them, so double penetration often leads to them fighting to get their cocks deeper everytime the other one starts to push them out. They love how fast you fall into subspace with them, how good you are, how easy it is to tease you. They love turning you into a quivering mess, overflowing with their cum mixing inside you. They love ruining you for anyone else.
pairing: billy hargrove x fem/afab/fem anatomy reader (no pronouns I don't think but he calls you mommy and wants to get you pregnant real bad lol)
summary: you accidentally call billy daddy one too many times, and he's now determined to level the playing field and make you a mommy.
warnings: HELLA breeding kink, a lot of daddy and mommy (mostly billy calling you and him mommy and daddy), mild neck grabbing, petnames (dollface, sweetcheeks, angel, doll, sugarlips, toots, slut, whore, mommy, pretty thing), a lot of good girl-s, boners and grinding, groping, you actually say "daddy sorry" once lol, billy is kind of mean and teases you a bit, light humiliation, edging, some use of the phrase "knock you up", billy is very dominant, a loooooot of eye contact (some face grabbing to ensure eye contact), billy is swole as fuck, some unintentional temperature play, billy is wearing rings, some biting, praise, degradation, praise AND degradation, a lot of kissing with tongue, referenced oral (f recieving), billy has a MONSTER shlong, fingering with 2 - 3 fingers, fingering with rings, manhandling, some spanking, praise kink, billy pays a lot of attention to you (attention kink???? does that exist???), minor handjob/m recieving foreplay/prep, legs over shoulder position, restraint (he holds your hands above your head), cervix kissing, buff billy + size kink, "use your words", billy loves your tiddies a lot, multiple orgasms, PROLONGED EYE CONTACT, billy is kind of obsessed with you, some misogyny (as a treat) (could also be interpreted as sexy fun slutshaming if you squint??), nipple and boob play, finger sucking, belly bulge, a lot of pregnancy dirty talk, overstimulation, mating press, sexy threats to keep you pregnant?????, unhinged feral primal billy, cockwarming and cum plugging, some dumbification, I think that's it dear god
music rec: I feel like I was made for lovin you by kiss fits p well (i'm still working on my billy playlist lol)
a/n: so....... a lot happens in this. i've been thinking non stop about this for a while. billy hargrove can toss me around like a ragdoll and call me wifey any fucking day. also can we talk about how fucking hot he looks in this gif??????? also kind of want to write some darker billy fics, more posessive smutty stuff yk
please let me know what you think of this i'm fucking obsessed
also I read a fic once where billy said "daddy daddy, don't call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy" AND I CAN'T FIND THE FIC NOW (IF I CAN FIND IT I'LL LINK IT HERE CAUSE WOW)
AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+
The first time was an accident. An honest to god slip of the tongue that you insist was not your fault. Seriously, if anyone else had had Billy Hargrove, fresh out of the shower and adorned in nothing but gray sweatpants smack their ass with that cocky smirk of his, you're sure they would have let a 'daddy' slip out as well. Nevertheless, you’d blanched. Mortified, you had been ready to politely pretend it hadn’t happened and move on. You expected nothing but the same from Billy, maybe the occasional teasing comment at worst. What you had decidedly not expected was for Billy to place his hand on the back of your neck and lower his lips to your ear, voice breathy and dangerous.
“It’s really in your best interest if you don’t call me that again, dollface.”
And that was it.
You took his word, not calling him that, not even bringing up the incident itself. As weeks and weeks pass, you soon begin to find it progressively harder not to call him that. You’re sure it’s just because of how adamant he was that you not use that particular pet name, but for reasons still beyond your understanding, now it was suddenly all you could seem to think about. Every time you see him, every time you think of him, your brain repeats it over and over, and you find yourself having to stifle it manually a lot more than you did before.
Your mind is suddenly torn from these worries one day when you find yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, clinging to Billy’s muscular arm wrapped around you. His chest is warm, pressed up against the curve of your back, lips pressing playful nips and kisses along your neck. His half hard dick is pressing against your ass, and his other hand finds its way down your pants, palming you through your soft panties. He murmurs dirty nothings into your ear, heel of his hand grinding down on your puffy clit. You’re so swept away by his touch that for just one moment, you lose focus. And in that one moment, it somehow slips out, breathy and desperate.
“Daddy…”
You both freeze. Heat rises to your face and you scramble to recover, and Billy is now fully hard behind you, a rush of heat pooling in his core as what you said rings in his ears.
“Sorry,” You sputter, “I- I didn’t mean that, I, uh…”
You’re so nervous and it’s so cute, Billy thinks, as you fumble for an explanation, that he can’t help but tease you a little. Maybe more than a little. He begins to play with your clothed cunt again, pace agonizing.
“You meant…” he prompts, voice low and expectant. You’re clearly having trouble focusing on what you were trying to say, which he exacerbates by once again, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say-
“Daddy- sorry!” you slip again. Your words hang in the air. He lets out a breathy chuckle, enjoying this way too much, as he lazily plays with your burning heat, warm and puffy, sensitive to his touch from the extent of your arousal. He leans closer to your ear, consumed by a new kind of hunger.
“Daddy, daddy,” he whines mockingly, voice treacherously sincere, “I warned you last time, sweetcheeks,” his gestures get sharper, punctuating his words, and his breath fans over your neck.
“Don’t call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy.”
You can’t restrain yourself from letting a whiney moan slip out in spite of your best efforts to stay quiet, to not let his teasing get a rise out of you no matter how effective it is. The sound rings beautifully in his ears, and his fingers push aside the fabric of your underwear.
“You know,” He begins, dipping between your folds, spreading around the sweet sticky wetness with his fingers, and your eyes flutter closed at the skin on skin contact you’ve been so desperately needing, heart pounding in your chest, loud and heavy. His tone of voice is almost too light, too casual, and you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this so goddamn much. He continues, getting lower and more gravley in your ear, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to knock you up.”
His voice, his words alone are enough to send even more burning heat to your core, and your grip tightens on his arm. You can feel yourself dripping, squeezing out thick wet beads that drip down his fingers. He’s still edging you, and he can tell by your reaction that he’s doing a bang up job of riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered just for him.
“Huh?” he asks rhetorically, “You want that, doll?” You tilt your head back against him, trying to hold on to your senses. He finally begins to pump his long, thick fingers into you, just a little, and your grip tightens even more. His rings brush against your sensitive skin, the metal cool and rough, and it sends even more electricity through you. He cranes his neck, face moving closer to yours.
“You want to make me put a baby in you?”
“Yes,” you pant, without a second thought. He’s finally about half way in, scissoring your spongy elastic walls, stretching you out for what’s coming.
“Yes…” he prompts, coaxing more out of you. He wants to hear you say… what, he’s not exactly sure. Anything would sound nice coming from your lips at a time like this, and his repetition of your answer hangs between you, waiting for you to continue.
You squirm in his rock strong grip, ass grinding back against him, managing to half twist around enough to look up at him. You stare up at him, biting your lip with those big fuck me eyes that drive him wild. You look at him for a second, pulling all the breath from his lungs so easily, the way only you seem to be able to.
“Yes daddy.”
Everything leading up to this had been rumbling in the horizon, a premonition of what’s to come, and now with your words, you’ve happily sealed your fate. You’ve awakened something in him, in both of you. He lets out an excited chuckle, disbelieving how turned on two words from you have made him.
In one swift movement he pulls down your pants and hastily shoved aside panties, and has you sitting up on the counter, facing him, as he stands between your legs. The cold countertop sends a shiver up your spine, providing a stark contrast to your burning hot, fully exposed cunt. One hand comes up to the side of your face and he runs his thumb over your lip. You part your lips gently at his touch, and he uses this opportunity to connect his to yours. His kiss is deep and with purpose and you instantly want more.
One hand on the back of your neck, the other grabs at the soft flesh of your hip and thigh, making its way back down to your cunt. You’re grinding against his hand before he can even plunge his big, long fingers back into your dripping heat, and he bites your lip as a silent warning. Behave. You can practically hear him saying it, in that playful dangerous way of his, where you’re never quite sure how empty his threats to punish you and turn you into a good little slut for him are.
His tongue prods past your lips, curling and thrashing in your mouth, warm and full. He flicks it against yours, and you know the gesture is deliberate - reminder of how good it feels between your legs. It’s not lost on you, especially now, as his fingers expertly pump and curl against your tight walls, scissoring and stretching you out for his throbbing cock. God, you wish it was already inside you, but you know he’s so big you can’t realistically take him without plenty of prep. Plenty of fingering and licking and stretching that Billy is more than happy to provide.
He slowly works in a third finger, and you clench around him. He hums into your mouth, sending low reverberations through your lips. You can tell from how he’s working his fingers against your tight wetness, ensuring you’re thoroughly stretched out, that you’ve really excited him. He focuses all his energy on you, on making you feel good, and tries his hardest to resist the urge to start humping your leg while he does. By the time you’re moaning into his mouth, hands grabbing desperately for his cock, he feels he’s done his job sufficiently.
Feeling how tight you got around him in the last few minutes, he drags his fingers up and down, focusing on the spot that makes your hips jerk, and finally, you cum hard around his fingers. The euphoric sensation swims through you like champagne, and he lets out a loud moan that makes your cheeks hot. Feeling you pulse and throb, tight against his fingers, is driving him fucking crazy. He knows now more than ever that he needs his cock inside you, right fucking now.
He pulls his fingers out, dripping and wrinkled from your wetness, already missing your tight embrace. Your walls flutter around the noticeable absence, and you feel so empty. You whine at the loss of contact and he smirks.
In one fluid motion, he hoists you up over his shoulder, carrying you with one arm. You squeal in delight as he makes his way to the bedroom, landing a very firm, satisfying smack to your exposed ass and pussy, sending electricity to your cunt and heat to your face. He’s left with a wet patch on his hand, and an even stronger desire to fuck you till you can’t think straight.
Moments later, he walks you both into the bedroom, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed. You bounce when you land, scooching further back as he takes off his pants and shirt, crawling on top of you. He approaches like a hungry jungle cat, dangerous and anticipating you. Any other time he’d take plenty of time to admire you thoroughly, gaping and dripping just for him, just from his fingers. He would fawn over you, telling you what a pretty pussy you have, how he can't wait to stretch you out and ruin you, can't wait to make you scream his name.
But this time, for once, he can't wait. He guides your hand with his, moving automatically to his cock (which you can’t even wrap your hands all the way around), and you begin to pump him a few times to get him all warmed up. He lets out a heavy breath, your touch euphoric. Right as you start to drag your finger across the head, he lets out a moan, removing your hand before it becomes too much for him to bear.
Propped up on your elbows, he tears off your shirt, gazing at your newly exposed chest. He takes in your form, cheeks flushed. He pushes you down flat against the soft bed, where you land with a bounce. His large hands move to your thighs, groping the soft flesh, filling you with a hazy warmth.
"I love it when you touch me like that," you breathe, and you can see the anticipation, the hunger building in his eyes. He smirks looking down at you with a smoldering expression that sends a fresh wave of butterflies through you.
"There’s plenty more where that came from, toots."
Before you can even blush, his grip on your thighs tightens as he throws your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you, and presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips. He’s not stopping at folding you in half, you realize as he proceeds to pin both your arms over your head, holding your wrists with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other. He begins to roll his hips into yours, and he moans, fully inside you in just a few thrusts.
If he hadn’t rendered you both speechless and breathless in a mere few seconds, you’re sure you’d be a moaning mess, too. Somehow, in spite of all that, he manages to draw a moan out of you, which is instantly muffled by his tongue fucking into your mouth. He loves that. He loves the feeling of you desperately whining against his tongue. It makes his grip on the sheets tighten even more, knuckles going white against the cool metal of his rings, and the chain of his necklace grazes against you in sync with his hips.
He pulls apart, letting out a long, low moan that quickly turns into a chuckle, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel him rubbing up against your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It’s a feeling that was entirely foreign to you until you had met Billy. Not only is he the only one you’ve met that’s actually big enough to reach your cervix, but he also knows exactly what to do and exactly how to do it to make you feel so, so good - a skill he’s most definitely using to his advantage right now. It adds a whole new layer, another pleasurable hum to the symphony he’s creating with your bodies.
“Atta girl,” he praises sweetly, eyes never leaving yours, “just like that…”
Jesus Christ, you look so goddamn hot and fuckable when you’re splayed out beneath him like this, all submissive just for him. That doe eyed fuck me look on your face, while his hand is wrapped around your wrists, legs pinned down, it makes him want to fill you up even more than he did before. He knows for a fucking fact that if he could see your pussy right now, it would look amazing.
He’s really, really glad he’s hitting it raw right now, because if he somehow wasn’t currently about to knock you the hell up, he’d do whatever he had to to make sure he could. All he wants right now is to make you feel good, and fuck a baby into your needy little cunt. Based on the volume and frequency of your whiny moans and other noises, he’s doing a pretty damn good job.
He’s looking at you with this wild drive, this intensity, this hunger you haven’t seen anywhere else. His broad shoulders and muscular torso press into you, providing a nice sense of weight and pressure that somehow makes all this feel even better. The heat from your bodies radiates off each other as you pant, trying in vain to catch your breath from everything he’s done to you, everything he’s made you feel.
You snap out of the thought, stretched and accustomed to his size after a few moments, and he finally begins to move. The pace he sets is agonizing and perfect and you let out a long, breathy moan. A deep satisfaction begins to work its way through you as you’re stuffed with his cock, finally feeling full the way you’ve been craving for… a while, you realize. You didn’t notice how badly you missed Billy’s touch, his cock, the way he fills you up and stretches you out.
It hasn’t even been that long since the last time he rearranged your guts, you suppose, you’re just a little bit addicted to his cock by now. He hits a spot inside you that has you whining again, and you reluctantly admit to yourself you’re more than a little addicted. Much more. You feel him twitch inside you, making you even more aware of how well he fills you up, how deep and thick he is inside you, and you let out a shuddering sigh as he moans, breath fanning each other's faces.
Meanwhile, Billy can’t help but revel in how tight you are. You have a vice grip on his cock, squeezing him more perfectly than he could imagine, and no matter how many times you fuck, you always feel so much better than he expects. You’re warm, and tight, and wet; exactly the right grippy texture to make his cock twitch and leak tons of precum. You stimulate him better, more perfectly than anyone or anything he’s ever encountered.
He dwells on this feeling for a few seconds as you adjust to the swell of his cock, and the rhythm he’s splitting you in half to, simply allowing himself to really enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. Under any other circumstances he’d do things a little differently - he’d for sure go down on you until you cum at least three times, and that’s just to start with - but tonight is different. Tonight, he’s not just fucking you, he’s not just going to pleasure you until you’re both seeing stars. No, tonight, he’s on a mission to get you pregnant. Right fucking now.
It takes every single ounce of restraint and self control he has to maintain the pace he’s set, which is just slow enough for you to feel every single sensation he’s giving you, but not slow enough for your focus to stray from him for one moment. Every single thought you have is Billy, Billy, Billy, which is exactly how he wants you. You whine, trying to squirm below him, but you can’t move much with the way he has you pinned down below him. The noises you make, the way you writhe against him, the way you say his name in a breathy little sigh has him fighting to keep his composure.
It’s so difficult for him not to go absolutely feral with you beneath him like this, when he’s made you like this. He wants you, he craves you. It’s taking everything in him not to rush into this like a bull, but god dammit he is determined, he is going to knock you up tonight. And make you cum as many times as he can during that process. He can’t help himself as he starts growling out the filthiest shit he can think of, letting every dirty thought he has about you flow out of him.
“How does that feel, angel?” he asks, eyes burning into you, and you let out another whine in response.
“Good girls use their words,” he pants in your ear, voice low, “you want to be a good girl for Billy, don’t you?”
He’s barely gotten started and his words are already flooding you with heat, making you throb around him.
“Yes,” you manage to choke out, and he lets out a growl, satisfied with your response. He increases his pace and he fucks into you, deep and fast and hot. He lets out a moan, feeling you squeeze around him.
“That’s it,” he praises you for responding, “good whores follow daddy’s orders.” he growls. You let out a whiney, breathy moan and tighten around him. He continues his torrent of dirty talk, loving the reactions he gets out of you.
“You gonna follow orders? Huh?” he coaxes, “You gonna take my cock, be obedient for me, angel?”
You nod, whining again. His free hand releases its grip on the sheets, making its way to your stomach, pressing down. You can both feel his bulge inside you, going in and out, even more than you did before.
“Maybe I should start calling you mommy, get some practice in for when I knock you up…” he muses, voice gravely with lust. He can feel the soft, squishy flesh of your tits pressed up right against him, and they jiggle rhythmically in response to every one of his thrusts. His hand leaves your stomach, moving back up to your jaw to angle your face towards his.
He plants messy, hot kisses all over your mouth and neck, continuing to growl dirty shit right into your ear. You can barely pay attention to his very, very hot words, because Jesus fucking Christ his cock feels so good inside you. He fucks you so good, you can barley wrap your mind around it. You know later when you’re catching up with your friends over coffee they’ll ask about Billy, they’ll take one look at you and know. He’s barely gotten started with you, and you’re already cock drunk. Great.
He can see your eyes glazing over, and he knows what that look means.
“Already, sugarlips?” he asks rhetorically, a cock, teasing tone to his voice. You’re a panting, writhing mess that he’s made you into, so of course he’s going to tease you about it. You wouldn’t expect any less from him. You moan again, sounding like you’re straight out of a porn - and looking like it too, he thinks - and you try to bury your face in his neck. He doesn’t let you, kissing you more instead, so he can keep looking at your gorgeous, fucked out face.
“ ‘m close-” you manage to moan into his mouth, but he knows. Of course he knows, look at you. He can feel your muscles slowly contracting around him. He pumps into you a few more times, and somehow you tighten around him even more as you cum intensly around him. He’s balls deep inside you, and he knows if he tries to move like this he’ll come undone in an instant, which he does not want - not yet, at least. Instead, he grinds his pelvic bone into your clit to carry you through your second orgasm of the night. It works, and you convulse and writhe below him, legs shaking over his shoulders.
“Good girl…” he moans, voice dripping with praise, and just a little condescending. Just the way he knows you like it. You pulse around him, and once your grip lets up enough, he begins to pound into you again. He’s now made you cum at least twice, and does not plan on stopping. Heat floods to your cheeks as he once again takes up that relentless pace again, never ceasing to make you feel anything but euphoric.
His eyes are locked on yours, boring into your soul. The way he looks at you is so intense, and every time you squeeze them shut, or look away, he’s still staring just as intensely when you look back. The truth is, Billy really can’t get enough of you. There’s a certain high he gets from having all your attention, from being the thing that makes you feel so good you can’t stop moaning and screaming his name in spite of how much you might try.
He craves that attention from you more than anything. And dear god, you look so goddamn cute when you get nervous like that. When you look away, all blushy and flustered and fuckable, it just… does something to him. It makes that attention, that connection, so much sweeter. After you look away again, he takes his free hand and grabs your face, locking your eyes with his once more.
“Look at daddy when he’s fucking you.” he growls, and you moan relexively. He chuckles, eyes staring into your soul.
“You like that, don’t you dollface? Course you do… pretty thing like you just loves gettin’ tossed around by a big strong man.”
Fuck. He’s right, and you both know it. There’s no use trying to deny it, your moans and noises, the way you clench around him at his words are all the answer he needs. The heat generating between you two has a thin glistening sheen of sweat reflecting off his smooth skin in the low light of the room. Every noise you make (and you’re making a whole damn lot of them) is just turning Billy on more, continuing to encourage him to get you pregnant and full with his child. And he is going to get you so, so pregnant.
His free hand moves from your jawline to your tits, vehemently groping the soft flesh. He starts to play with your nipples, hard from arousal, and previously brushing against his chest, sending heat to your core. Now the heat they’re sending to your core is intentional. And it’s straight from Billy.
After a moment, he brings his thumb into his mouth, then his index finger into yours. You wrap your lips around him, sucking automatically. He pounds into you harder, curling his finger against your tongue the way he’d curled it inside you earlier.
“So good, so, so good… you gonna be a good little slut for me? Huh?” You moan, nodding as he gently finger fucks your mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he retracts his finger, hand making its way back to your tits. You spit mixes on your skin as he begins to tweak and rub your nipples again.
“Parading that tight little ass around in those shorts…” he plants another affectionate smack on your hip, grip on your wrists tightening, “calling me daddy,” he growls, pace relentless, “like that’s not gonna get you knocked up.” He chuckles as you clench around him.
Yeah, you’re definitely going to have a bruised cervix after this, but dear god it’s worth it. He’s panting, breath fanning all over you, making you even warmer than before. He fills you up so good, fucking you deep into your guts, making your head swim. Shit, you can’t get enough of him. No matter how much you fuck, you’re always craving him, craving his touch. He can’t seem to get enough of you either, practically everything you do turns him on. He’s relentless and you’re insatiable - you make a surprisingly good pair.
You’re close again, and you moan as it snaps you out of your train of thought. He can make you cum so fast it’s almost embarrassing. And you know he absolutely fucking loves it. He adores every minute of this. He loves how blushy and embarrassed you get when he’s made you cum half a dozen times back to back. You look so sweet and fucked out and flushed below him, practically drooling over his cock. He loves overstimulating you, he loves getting to watch as he actually fucks your brains out. He starts babbling out more praise, unable to hold back.
“Takin’ my cock like such a good, obedient girl,” he moans in your ear, placing hot kisses all over your face and neck. His hand is now pressing down on your stomach again, feeling his bulge stretch you over and over. The added sensation to your walls has you whining in a way that makes him throb inside you.
“F-fuck,” he chokes out, “you already feel all swolen ‘nd knocked up… gonna be so fuckin’ cute when you’re all pregnant, gonna make such a good little mommy-”
God dammit, it’s enough to send you over the edge yet again. You cum hard, convulsing around his cock, letting out a torrent of porn worthy moans.
“Fuck, Billy!” you cry out, clamping and shaking around him. You’ve finally brought him to the edge, and he can’t hold back any longer this time. This time, he cums with you.
“Shit- fuck!” his moan is torn from his throat, and he almost laughs at the end. You can’t imagine feeling any more full than you do with Billy’s cock stuffed inside you, his hot body and muscular chest pressing up against yours, but when he starts pumping you full of thick, hot cum, a new kind of satisfaction washes through you.
He lets out gravely moans, almost growling into your ear as he humps into you, riding out your highs. You expect him to stop after that, or at least slow down. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure, widen in excitement and anticipation as he continues, speeding up to the pace he was keeping before. He fucks his cum deeper inside you, and with your hips slightly angled upwards, he knows he can keep every drop inside you. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, and you feel him harden inside you.
He continues pistoning into you, your sweet moans like music to his ears. In spite of how close he has you, he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He wants to touch you, wants to squeeze your soft tits and feel you pressed up against him without your legs in the way. He wants to be even closer to you. So, he leans back without pulling out, and brings your legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around your waist. He inches his legs forward so he has you in something akin to a mating press. He pins you back down, pressing against you even more than before.
“There’s a good girl,” he coos, thrusting into you like your lives depend on it, “such a good girl for daddy huh?”
You moan in agreement. You cling on to him, already feeling the dizzy beginnings of another orgasm building up.
“Gonna make such a good mommy,” he breathes, in between pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck, “gonna be so fuckin’ cute… all full and pregnant…”
It lasts for hours. You lost track of how many times you’ve both cum, you’re either at or well into double digits by now, his baby fevered dirty talk never ceasing. He cums into you again, and again, and again. He’s cum inside you so many times now you’re actually starting to look pregnant. The bulge in your stomach is bigger than before, and you’re stuffed full of more than just his cock. He touches your stomach, and you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.
He continues to pound into you, hitting that spot that makes your brain short circuit. His hands are all over you, groping your soft flesh, feeling you up and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white. You cling onto him, scratching his back and pulling his hair.
“Maybe I should keep you like this, huh? Keep you nice and pregnant,” he lets out an animalistic growling moan, laughing deliriously at the idea, “Keep fuckin’ brats into you as quick as you can push em out…”
His cock twitches at the mere thought. He’s drunk on you, on the idea of breeding you, keeping you constantly filled up to the brim. Honestly, he seems a little unhinged at this point, and it’s really, really hot.
He cums again as he finishes the thought, and you're sure you can't possibly feel any more full than you do right now. Eventually he begins to slow down, finally stopping still, and you can feel his cock and balls twitching against your sensitive walls. Still sheathed inside you, he collapses his weight on top of you, causing your breathing to shallow slightly. His hot breath fans over your face and neck as he kisses your jawline, exhausted, and praises you for a job well done.
"Such a good girl for me… taking daddy's cock so well…"
He rubs soothing shapes into your skin.
"Gonna make such cute little babies…"
His touch is enamored as ever, providing a sense of comfort entirely unique to him.
"... Be fuckin' gorgeous, all soft and round…"
He continues to murmur every loving, still very hot thought that crosses his mind into your ear as he kisses your neck. You're both totally blissed out, and you lay in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and touch you share.
After a little while, you're not sure how Iong, he begins to push himself up slightly.
"I should get cleaned up…" you begin, feeling his cum sloshing around inside you, kept firmly in place by his cock. You move to scoot out from under him, but he stops you. He pushes you back down to the bed, tits jiggling.
"Ah ah ah," he says in a warning.
"Billy," you start, fighting off a flustered giggle. He grabs a pillow, sliding his hand under the small of your back. In one swift motion, he lifts you up and places the pillow under your hips. He lays back down on top of you, all without pulling out of you for a moment. You let out a noise as he moves against your sensitive flesh, grunting as he settles against you.
"I have to get cleaned up…" you trail off with a giggle.
"Oh no, no you don't sugarlips," he says, in that cocky, dominant tone of voice, "I'm gonna keep you stuffed full of me like this for a while."
He thrusts into you once or twice to emphasize his point, causing you to squirm against him - a feeling he really, truly can not get enough of.
"Cause otherwise," he continues once he’s settled back on top of you, gently crushing you with his weight, "I'd have to fill you up all over again. And I know how much you would hate that." Cloying sarcasm drips from his lips, and he feels you flutter around him and the statement, unsure if it's a threat or a promise or both.
You know he definitely knocked you up, there’s no way this didn't work exactly how he wanted it to. But you don't think that you’d mind trying a couple more times, just to make sure. On top of you, fighting off sleep to revel in your presence, your touch, your warmth, and press even more kisses into your soft skin, Billy is thinking the exact same thing.
Pairing: Big Dick! Billy Hargrove x Whore! f! Reader
Warnings: Smut! Filth, literal filth, slut shamming, p n v, oral (m receiving), unprotected and protected sex (wrap it up pls), "pet" names (Doll face, Baby, slut, whore, bitch). Let me know if i missed something. This isn't pre-read, may have errors.
Summary: You are the school's slut. All the guys have at least fucked you once. You enjoy it, the attention, the play, all of it. Billy is the new "It" boy, the new King of Hawkins. Just makes sense he comes to proposition you eventually.
A/n: The purring is loud with this one...
You lay out over one of the benches in the boys locker room, your skirt hiked up as Jason thrusts into your cunt. You moan as you feel him twitch inside you.
“Fuck, you feel so good…” Jason groans into your ear, leaning over you.
“So good, Jason. Fuck- just like that,” you encourage him, humping your hips back into his.
You are the whore of Hawkins High, if one of the boys needs to let off steam, you were the one to go to. You were everyone’s dream fuck, and you weren’t hard to get either. You’ve fucked every guy on the basketball team, except one. The new guy.
You don’t know much about him, other than his name is Billy and apparently he’s a total douche. You were going to probably meet him tonight at Tommy’s party.
You both finish, Jason discarding the condom while you pull back up your underwear. You both leave separately out back into the school, being sure not to get seen together.
You meet up with Carol and Vicki, who stand out in the hall. “He’s got some tutor session…” you catch Carol say as rolls her eyes.
“Who?” You ask, moving closer to the group of seniors you associate with.
“Tommy. He said he has a tutor now, for Chemistry. And he’s having to meet up with them during lunch today so he can’t sit with us.” She explains, sounding agitated.
“That sucks.” “Yeah, and not to mention you can’t! You have your cheer thing, which means it’s just Vicki, Tina, Nicole, and I with the new guy.” Carol groans, “which I guess is fine because he’s hot, but damn.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that!” You try to change the topic, “He’s hot? Did you two already see him today?” Carol and Vicki make eye contact because turning to you.
“Smoking. That man is a meal. (Y/n), you have to tell us how he is when you fuck him.” You sigh.
“‘When?’” You question.
“Bitch, yes! When! I need to know the details, unless Nicole can dive in first.” Carol mentions which gets Nicole’s attention.
“Maybe, god would I give to ride that man…” “Nicki!” Carol smacks her shoulder, causing the group to giggle.
“Well, I have to go, my uh… practice start soon.” You explain before walking off.
You weren’t totally lying, the cheerleaders of the Junior class were getting together during this lunch period to practice some more, but that wasn’t what you were doing.
You step into the boy’s bathroom connected to the gym, only to get yanked by your next fuck into one of the stalls. “Tommy! Jesus Christ, you scared me!” You smack him on the arm.
“Sorry, god I just couldn’t wait any longer, Carol is great, and I love her. But you are just too good to pass up.” He locks the stall door before picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he shoves your back into the door.
It doesn’t take long before your underwear is dangling on your thigh as you holding the top of the door as his cock drills into your needy cunt. You enjoy it, your cunt still a bit raw from the fuck it got from Jason.
“You fucked Jason earlier, right? Jackass wouldn’t shut up about it.” Tommy groans.
“Oh yeah? Ah- Is he trying to use me a-as brownie points or-“ you moan as he thrusts harder.
“Guess so. Trying to act all big saying he’s not a loser virgin.” Tommy grabs your hips and yanks you down on his cock, making your toes curl. “Doesn’t know we all fuck you though.”
The rest of the day goes by quick, classes pass by in a blur between your other “appointments.” When the last bell rang you were under the bleachers, two guys fucking you. Your mouth wrapped around one cock while your pussy is fucked by the other. You are dropped quickly when people start talking, walking into the gym. You straighten out your clothes and head out, going home to get ready for the party later.
You get out of the car, straightening out your little dress, wiggling the tight fabric back down your legs. Carol presses the lock button on her keys after the others get out as well. You follow the girls into the house, where Tommy walks up and greets you all, kissing Carol and throwing his arm over her shoulders.
"You girls want anything to drink?" He asks, gesturing to the kitchen with his free hand.
After everyone gives their drink orders, Tommy makes a sophomore get them for you. Before the drinks even make it to your hands, Tommy suddenly gets really excited and runs outside to the backyard. Carol rolls her eyes and you all follow him, only to find him cheering on some guy on the keg. After the guy chugs doing a keg stand, he falls back down with the beer dripping down his chin and onto his exposed chest. Something about it is... hot.
"That's the new guy," Nicole whispers to you, "His name is Billy Hargrove, fucking sexy."
"Have you fucked him yet?" You ask looking over at him, which she just sighs.
"Unfortunately not, but maybe tonight." She gives you a wink before walking over to him. God the look he gives her says everything you need to know about how he is. Toxic men just do something for you.
"Oh! (y/n)!" A very cheerful voice calls out to you which you turn around to see your friend and fellow cheerleader, Chrissy, "have you seen Jason? He said he would be here tonight..." You loop arms with her so she doesn't get lost and look around for her.
"I think I see him over there," you point in the direction of the backdoor, where Andy is clinging onto some whore with Jason just awkwardly standing there.
"Oh, gosh, thank you!" Chrissy runs off to her lover boy.
A good hour into the party someone comes up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist. "Having fun?" A voice, this time sounding much nicer than Chrissy's, comes from behind you. You don't look over your shoulder, instead you grind your ass into the guy's crotch.
"Better now," You finally look over your shoulder to the guy, shockingly having to look up a good bit to meet his eye. Billy Hargrove now stands with his fingers already tangling into the fabric of your dress on your hip. You don't even react at how the fabric lifts up to your hip, practically flashing your ass to the rest of the party if he wasn't right behind you.
"Oh?" Billy leans down a bit, giving you a little nudge to get walking, leading you away from your friends. "I heard from Tommy that you know how to show a guy a good time, is that true, Doll face?" He lifts his free hand up to your hair, brushing a strand out of your face.
"Maybe," you smirk at him, depends on your definition of 'fun' honestly... personally mine is sex." You are being forward sure, but how where you supposed to act when a new guy with an obvious big dick that you can feel rubbing against your ass propositions you?
"Forward, good. I like a slut who knows what she wants." He squeezes your hip, messaging the fat there. "How about we go upstairs? Tommy says he has a free room for us to use." You nod, letting him lead you, guiding you to the stairs and up them, a few soft moans leaving you when his bulge rubs against you.
You shoves you into the nearest bedroom, which happens to be the master bedroom, and shuts the door by slamming your back into the door, locking it. His hand instantly yanks your dress up over your hips before he shoves his hand down into your panties. His fingers run over your already soaked cunt.
"Fuck, already wet, Slut?" He sinks two fingers into you, earning a beautiful moan from your lips. "Oh yeah? You like when your cunt is used? Like being the girl who gets passed around?" He watching your face twist up as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot.
"Ah-!" You reach for his arm, grabbing it as your legs already buckle, the previous fucks of the day finally catching up.
"Oh, fuck no. Whore needs to be treated like one." Billy scoops you up before throwing you onto the bed. "Strip." His voice is demanding, powerful. You obey him, yanking your dress over your head and pulling down your underwear, kicking them off and onto the floor. "God, look at you. No bra too?" Billy grins, "Are you like this with every guy? Needy for a dick?" Billy unbuckles his belt, yanking it out of the belt loops without any issue.
"Do you talk to all your fucks like this?" you give him a grin. "Cause I really like it." Billy chuckles, pulling off his jacket.
"Be a good bitch and come here." He waves one finger at you, beckoning you to him. You obey, crawling over to him, getting on your knees on the foot of the bed. "Good. Now undo my pants for me." You do so, unbuttoning the jeans on his hips before pulling them down. The tent of his boxers looks even bigger without the heavy denim holding it down.
Fuck, he's got to be huge.
"Go ahead." He stares down at you, not even tilting his head, just watching you with his eyes. You take his words as an ok, reaching up and tugging his boxers down. You don't even flinch when his huge cock springs up at you, smacking your cheek. "Suck it."
You feel your cheeks heat up. You've sucked lots of dicks before, but you've never had one this big. God and he's supposed to go inside you?
"Suck. it." His voice is more firm, catching your attention. You swallow hard before taking the base of his cock in your hands, one hand around it just barely covering the circumference. You take his swollen tip into your mouth, licking the bit of precum that leaks out before slowly moving your head to take in more. Billy groans, the noises he makes not helping your situation as your bare cunt barely rubs against the comforter.
"That's it, Baby. Take it nice and deep." Billy watches you take more of his cock into your mouth, the drool dribbling out from the corner of your lips. He moans, bucking his hips forward which causes you to gag. You try to pull away, but his fingers lace into your hair, pushing his fat cock further down your throat. You feel your eyes water.
"Come on, Bitch. You call this a blowjob? You can take more of me." He shoves your head further onto his cock, your instinct being to grab his muscular leg, trying to brace yourself in some way. You moan, the feeling of your throat being just so full.
"Mmm-!" You gag on him again, but then he starts moving your head for you, thrusting his hips as he fucks your throat so brutally. It feels like you're properly being used. For once you don't have to ask for the guy to be rough.
"That's it, such a good slut, take my cock deep into that used throat." You can hardly breath as he goes faster, your eyes rolling back as you feel your cunt clench around nothing.
Fuck... fuck... Are you actually about to cum from this?
He continues to fuck your throat, his cock twitching as your tongue works skillfully around it.
"Fuck yeah, just like that." His hands yank at your hair, causing you to moan, the small breaths you can get only pushing you closer to coming undone. He thrusts one last time deep into your throat, and you feel your cunt spasm as you cum onto the comforter under you, creating a wet spot. He rips his cock out of your mouth, causing you to gasp for air and collapse onto the bed.
"Shit. Did you cum? Just from sucking my dick?" He grabs your ankles and shamelessly lifts your legs, spreading them wide so he can see the embarrassment of your cunt twitching and dripping. "Shit, look at that." He climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees as his huge cock slaps down onto your stomach. You moan, his large balls smacked up against your cunt.
"Beg, bitch. Beg for my cock like a good fucking slut." He orders, bucking his hips against you.
"W-Wait, no condom?" You're still trying to catch your breath from sucking that monster. Now he wants to put it in you?
"Don't you wanna feel my cock fill you?" His question is rhetorical, "It feels even better without the condom, plus I always break them anyways. Now, be a good bitch and beg." He orders, moving your ankles to be over your head.
"O-Oh, fuck..." You look down at his fat cock as it rests against your stomach, the swollen tip angry for attention. "Please... God, please, Billy." you can't even believe you're doing it.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. Please, ruin me. Please, Billy- Ah!" You gasp as you feel his tip press against your slit.
"Better take it all, bitch." Billy growls at you before thrusting hard. His cock forces inside you, practically ripping you open. "That's it, Slut. Nice and deep." He grips your hips and yanks you down, pressing his body against yours so your legs stay over your head. You feel him. Not like every other guy you've fucked, you fucking feel his cock inside you. Every bump, every vein, shit, every inch, you feel your cunt clenching around him.
You feel yourself going dumb, your eyes flashing with every twitch his cock makes inside you.
"Fuck, look at that." You feel his palm rub over your stomach, looking down to see the bulge his cock is making. "Ever had a guy this deep in you before?"
You don't have time to process the question as he begins thrusting into you, hard and fast. You can't help but just moan and gasp with every tiny movement, so a full thrust feels like fucking heaven.
"Such a good bitch, taking my cock so well." He pushes your legs further down, forcing your hips to push up, giving him better access to you. "Fuck," he pushes down on your stomach, right on top of the bulge his dick is making and that sends you over the edge.
Your cunt spasms, toes curl, tongue hangs out as your head falls back, back arching, god, all the things. You've never cum so hard in your life, but he doesn't stop. He thrusts you through your orgasm, bucking his cock somehow deeper. You can't think, can hardly breath, panting like a bitch in heat as his big, fat cock ruins your cunt.
"Fuck, fuck!" You moan, whimper as you come undone again. Shit, are those stars?
Your vision blurs as you go limp, your mind fucked out as you just try to focus on the feeling of his cock drilling into you.
"Fuck, that's it. Like getting this pussy ruined? Won't be able to take any other cock now, huh, bitch? You'll only be able to get off from mine." He goes harder, faster, causing you to gasp.
"Y-Yes! Hah- Yes!" You feel stupid, your mind not able to focus on words, just his cock. This thick cock drilling into you, ruining you. Filling you oh so well.
"God, look at you. You're going stupid." Billy grins, watching you go dumb on his cock. "Love when this happens. A whore loosing her mind over my dick." He laughs, "Fuck, your pathetic cunt is gonna make me cum." He thrusts faster.
"Do you want me to cum, Bitch? Want me to fill your filthy cunt up with my cum?" He thrusts harder, hitting so deep you can feel his cock pounding against your cervix. "Gonna fill you up, you whore. You fucking whore, gonna knock you up with my kid. You'd like that, though wouldn't you? Being my pregnant bitch living off my cock." You feel his cock twitching inside you, swelling at the friction. He's gonna cum. He gonna fill you up.
He gives one more good thrust, hitting his cock as deep as possible before stopping. You feel a warm rush inside you as he finishes. You both sit there for just a moment as he catches his breath, before he finally pulls out of you, his cum leaking from your cunt.
You feel suddenly empty, your poor cunt sore and legs feel like jelly. Oh you aren't gonna be able to stand....
"Shit, you're pathetic. Can't even take a good fucking... How disappointing." He slaps your ass, hard. "Get dressed, we have to go back downstairs and act like nothing happened."
Summery: So, okay this is total self-indulgent smut. Billy is smug, egotistical and a pig pretty much. He jerks off to thoughts of having anal sex with you. If you don't like this, please don't read. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but sometimes I get these ideas in my crazy brain and I just have to write them 😬
Billy Hargrove x female reader
Warnings: 18+ only!! MINORS DNI Total Smut without plot, fantasies of anal sex, Billy alone in his room jerking off to thoughts of you and getting off looking at himself, language and all around filth. He's pretty much an egotistical dick...but still cute 😉
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Billy’s head rests against his pillows, glancing at the clock. It's 1 am, unable to sleep, thoughts of you consume his filthy mind. He’s stripped down to his briefs in the uncomfortable summer heat. Can't get the image of you from earlier tonight out of his head. The way your tiny skirt hugged your curves and your top barely contained your bouncy tits. His cock is rock hard.
But what he really can’t stop thinking about is your delicious ass. He’s an ass man for sure and the thought of bending you over and, well he probably wouldn’t tell you the disgusting things he thinks about, how much he wants in that dirty little hole of yours, he’d show you though, in a heartbeat.
He’s been trying to get with you for weeks now, but you’re playing this little game with him. He's tried everything to get with you, but you keep pushing him away. Driving him crazy, making him want you even more. He can have any girl he wants, but something about you, you're different. You're a challenge, and he loves a good challenge even if his cock aches because of it.
Laying here looking down at it, torqued so high its straining against his briefs. He likes looking at his own cock, has fun making it twitch beneath the fabric, girls giggle when he does that. Like a little party trick. It's a gift, and god he knows what he’s got.
His hand slides down his toned, tan abs to palm his aching cock through the damp fabric. He reaches down and pulls it, throbbing, out, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft. So thick, his favorite thing about his dick. Starts to stroke himself slowly, remembering the way you looked earlier tonight at the quarry where you all were hanging, those pretty pouty lips of yours. His hips bucking slightly. Can't remember the last time he's been this worked up, this desperate for someone. He tugs his briefs down fully, freeing his cock completely. It springs up, slapping against his abs, leaving a smear of pre cum on his tanned skin. It's long and thick, with a slight upward curve that makes girls' cry out when he fucks them, hitting them just right. They love it. Gasp when they see it too. He chuckles. It's impressive, it is. The shaft extremely thick, a large vein running down the length, pretty color too, only a little lighter in the summer against his tan skin, slightly pink on top when he's hard like this. Yeah, it's nice, more than nice actually. Almost too thick, if there is such a thing. You’d definitely need two hands to work it. His tongue peeks out from his teeth. He knows he looks good, knows you don't know what you're missing. He's got the body of a fucking god, the cock to match, and he knows how to use it. Lucky you.
His thoughts go back to earlier tonight, how he grabbed your ass with both hands as you walked by him, bending down, grabbing a beer. The feeling of your juicy ass in his hands, so fucking supple. You slapped his chest hard and called him a perv or something like that. He just smirked at you, knowing deep down you liked it. Could tell by the look in your eyes and the soft smile across your lips. He can still feel the softness of your cheeks, the way they jiggled in his grip.
Knows he'd be the first guy to claim your tight ass and that thought drives him fucking mad. Imagines pushing his cock against your virgin hole, feeling you tense up as he starts to push inside. Starting out slow, because he's a gentleman, of course. Can imagine your walls resisting at first, but he's determined to stretch you open, to make you take every inch of this thick cock. Starts to move, thrusting shallowly, giving you time to adjust to his huge size. But he can't hold back for long. Needs to fuck you hard. This is his fantasy for fucks sake.
His hand moves faster over his cock as he imagines you bent over his bed now, your skirt flipped up and your pretty panties pulled down, your perfect ass high in the air as he spreads your cheeks wide apart, exposing your tight, pretty hole. "Fuck, you love this, don't ya?" He leans down and spits directly onto your puckered entrance, watching the saliva drip down and coat your pretty skin. Then he pushes a finger inside, groaning at the way your body clenches around him. "Love having your dirty ass played with like a whore." he smirks at his own words, saying them out loud in his empty room. In his fantasy he adds a second finger, scissoring you open, getting you ready for his big cock. And you, look at you, loving every second of it.
His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, squeezing it tightly. "Fuck," he groans at the sensation, his hips thrusting up into his fist, imagining it's your tight little hole he's fucking into. His other hand reaches down to play with his heavy balls, rolling them in his palm.
In his thoughts again, he lines his cock up with your asshole, the fat head pressing insistently against the tight ring of muscle. He closes his eyes, his breath heavy. Slowing down his strokes, not wanting to cum yet, but your'e making him close. He wants to prolong this fantasy, to imagine every detail of fucking you. He gives your ass a hard smack, watching the red handprint bloom on your skin. The way it jiggles, it's too beautiful makes him groan loudly.
His hand speeds up now as he imagines taking you, stretching you open with his thick shaft. He can feel your tight heat fluttering around him, trying to push him out. But he's too big, too powerful. He's Billy Hargrove for fucks sake. He'll make you take every inch of his cock, because that's what Billy wants.
He can see the way your cheeks flush, your pouty lips part as you gasp and moan with each stroke. Makes him hot as hell. It’s no fun unless you’re having fun too. Gets off on it, the sounds you make. He pictures himself leaning over you, his strong body pinning you down as he fucks you hard and deep. One hand in your hair, the other reaching around to play with your clit, rubbing tight circles, wanting to make you cum, his cock buried in your ass. Needs to hear you moan, wishes he could hear that now, here in his room. Bets you sound pretty.
He huffs and stands up. He walks over to the full-length mirror over his little makeshift table, smirking at his reflection. He's completely naked. Looks like a fucking god, chiseled and bulging. He watches himself stroke his cock, admiring the way it throbs in his hand, the way it leaks pre cum with every stroke. It's so pretty. Better than a fucking porn star, he thinks. He spits a giant glob of saliva down onto his cock. He knows he's hot, knows that any girl would be lucky to have him, his eyes locked on his cock in the mirror, as he strokes faster, mouth open, furrowed brow, He's too handsome not to stare.
"Fuck! Gonna bend you over and split your tight little hole open with my big fat cock." Billy’s a talker when he jerks off, likes to talk out loud to himself, gets him off, hearing his own voice. "Gonna fuck you good, baby, be feeling the damage for days." he pants, his voice strained, he's getting close. "Gonna pump you full of my hot cum til it's dripping down your fuckin’ thighs, baby girl." His tongue runs across his teeth as he stares at his face in the mirror. Loves looking at himself. Could probably cum just watching himself.
His hand moves faster now, the sound of his heavy breathing mixes with the obscene wet slapping from his spit and pre cum covered dick. Feels his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he gets closer.
One hand slides up across his toned stomach stopping to pinch his nipple, getting it hard, loves doing that. "Fuck, feels so good." He groans, imagining you moaning and cumming hard while his cock is buried deep in your pretty ass. Pictures your face all flushed, your eyes rolling back as he pounds into you. The sight is enough to push him over the edge. “Arghh fuckkk yeah!” he cums hard, his cock pulsing as his cum shoots across onto the mirror, coating some of the glass and landing on the products on his table. He watches it, proud of himself as his hot cum drips down. He groans your name.
He smirks as his cum drips down the mirror and all over his cologne and hairspray bottles He loves the sight of his own cum, feels powerful and manly. Wants you to see it, praise him for it. He knows he's a fucking stud, the hottest guy in town, loves showing off his goods. He boasts to himself, his voice low and husky. "Fuck yeah, look at that load. Bet you'd love to taste it, wouldn't you, baby? Get on your knees and clean it up like a good little slut." He talks to himself.
He turns in the mirror to his side, flexing his bicep as he admires his own reflection. His cock is still hard, pulsing with left over cum dribbling down the shaft. He knows he could go again, could fuck you all night long if you were here. He reaches down, giving his shaft a few lazy strokes as he imagines you on your knees, your tongue out, ready to lick up every drop. “On your knees pretty girl and worship my cock like the good little slut you are." He chuckles.
He's still smirking as he grabs his briefs off his couch. He slides them on, his shaft nestled against the soft fabric. Loves the way his briefs hug his package, showing off his impressive bulge. He gives himself a few more strokes through the fabric. His tongue running across his bottom lip repetitively.
He's a work of art, a masterpiece of male perfection. He winks at his reflection before heading over to give you a call, doesn’t matter what time it is, you’re gonna want some of this.
all smooth and perfect sounding, the longer you listen and the more you look into what's being said the more concerned you are. everything feels too good to be true? good, because it is.
also just because i'd like to imagine getting eaten out by the billy hargrove the entire duration of the guitar solo, then never being able to associate the solo with anything but your fingers in those curls of his, feeling that little mustache of his tickling against your clit so prettily, that smirk against your thigh as his fingertips ghost themselves around the skin of your ass.
♱ synposis: things billy would do if he was ur bf, fwb, or anything! but he's a perv like... all the time...
♱ cw: vulgar language use, sexual activity, afab reader
♱ a/n: yippie ANOTHER CHARACTER YAYY and ofc its my fav boy hehehhe hes so mmm I LOVE HIMM can u tell im so excited to write this! oh and request if u want :3
perv billy as your boyfriend that purposefully drops something and makes you pick it up, he then walks right behind you and watches as you show him what panties you’re wearing.
perv billy that loves it when you outloud go “mmm” when eating something.
perv billy that keeps a picture of your face all fucked out and covered in his cum in his wallet.
perv billy that jokes around with his friends, telling them they could all tag team you. he actually hates the idea but just loves seeing people’s reactions to wanting what they can’t have.
perv billy as your fwb that always makes you give him head while he’s driving. he makes sure the windows are down so people get to see how filthy you are.
perv billy as your friend who’s just waiting for the right moment to get you all to himself. whenever he’s over and you go take a shower, he’s stuck in your room rubbing one out.
perv billy as your friend that tells you about the night he spent with a girl, talking about it in GREAT detail. he notices when you squirm, he knows you want to be one of the girls.
perv billy that fondles with your ass even if people are around. he could be talking to tommy and his hand is on you, touching away and he doesn’t care that tommy feels awkward.
perv billy that slaps the tip on your tongue… HHDBDBEHHRHHWHHRHEURHEGHRHE
perv billy that invites you on an ice cream date and buys nothing while he buys you a cone. he just likes to watch you lick all that vanilla ice cream.
perv billy that touched you with your panties on. he’d do it while you’re both in his car on the way somewhere and he’d want you to walk around soaked.
perv billy that gets a mirror just to fuck you in front of it. “that’s it baby, yeah? i’m hitting you right there huh?” BHHEBFJEHRHHE
perv billy as your neighbor that watches you at night. he loves it when you undress, can see all your curves and he finds it adorable when you change into something with lace.
perv older billy as your neighbor that knows he does something to you so he flirts with you, teases you, and touches you gently until you come running to his door for a taste.
perv billy that watches you every time you’re there during his lifeguard shift. the way you move makes the job hard, and it’s not just the job that’s hard right now. (LMFAOOO)
perv billy that stalks you around school. he takes in your interests, your hobbies, and your habits right before he uses them to just get in your pants.
perv billy that has your panties hung by his bedframe so he can sniff your sickly sweet smell.
perv billy that says “you’re not the only one i’ve fucked tonight. oh baby, you’re gonna cry? you’re nothing special. just another pussy i use to get me off.”
Warning: Billy is mean, choking, one face slap (but it's not hard), Dom/ Daddy kink, plus size/ curvy reader, and a hit of breeding!
We've talked about roommate Eddie but we've never considered roommate Billy (same universe/ au).
Rooming with Billy is easy in the beginning because he basically leaves you alone.
He either ignores you or uses you to get one nightstands to leave faster in the morning.
He keeps his mess to his room and even helps to keep the apartment clean.
Don't expect him to cook though, he can and he's decent at it, but don't expect it.
Billy walks around the apartment in boxers or just a towel all the time.
"It's my apartment, Marshmallow. If I wanna walk around with my dick out then I fucking will."
He's never made good on that promise but you've started to retaliate.
Walking out of your room with your best bra and short shorts to retrieve a shirt from the laundry. You could feel his eyes on your pretty titties as they bounce softly to each step. He can see your nipples through the cups from his seat on the couch.
Or walking out in the middle of the night when he's kicking a girl out. Slipping from your room with a loose comfy shirt and lacy panties. Just so you can grab some icy cream or a drink.
He hates it because now he's hard again and Billy will have to take matters into his own hand. He doesn't hide that you've made him hard. Nor does Billy jack off quietly and has even kept the door ajar.
You were so frustrated you just broke down. You felt the gates opening as fat, hot tears began to race down your cheeks. You weren’t sure why your argument had led to this. All you knew was that you had both said some unkind things.
You covered your face for a moment, trying to hide yourself away as your body shook from the frustration. You hated fighting with him, hated feeling how this relationship was pointless sometimes. You just wanted to be happy with him, but sometimes he made it so difficult.
“Hey,” Billy sighed as he gently pulled your hands down from your face. He looked at you intensely, his eyes swirling with an unknown emotion, “Look at me.” He mumbled softly, his voice raspy.
Billy stared for a moment before he was leaning forward and gripping the side of your neck. You thought that he may brush his fingertips up to wipe your tears away. You were surprised when he tilted your head back and licked them away instead. Your eyelashes fluttered in surprise, unable to speak before Billy crashed his lips down on yours.
You kissed back in a mess of confusion, your tongue swirling against his as you tasted your salty tears on his lips. His groan was strangled as he kissed you harder. You were still crying, partially out of confusion and partially out of hurt after the words the two of you had just exchanged.
Billy tugged at your shirt, breaking his lips away from yours only to tug it over your head. He crashed his mouth against yours again, stealing away your thoughts and feelings as you molded against him. His skin was hot, overly hot as you began to tug his shirt up over his head as well.
You made out messily while the two of you undressed. You eventually pulled away, letting him trail a mass of kisses down your neck while you tilted your head back to try and recollect your breath. You felt ridiculous for still crying, but your heart didn’t stop hurting just because his lips felt nice.
“You’re so hot,” Billy groaned as his warm hands traced your body, his eyes gleaming at the tears that were still in your eyes, “Need you.” He dropped to his knees, staring up at you with lust lingering in his eyes.
You parted your lips, your mind feeling hazy as he dragged you towards the floor with him. Your knees hit the floor too hard and you winced at the sharp jolt that traveled up your legs. He looked at you urgently as he gripped your hips, manhandling you until your hips were high in the air.
“Billy,” You sniffled softly, “Shouldn’t we talk about this?” You asked quickly, unsure if this was the right thing to do before you spoke about your fight. You looked over your shoulder, sniffling as hot tears dripped onto your fingertips.
“Don’t wanna,” He said gruffly, “Just wanna feel you.” He said earnestly as he pushed your face towards the floor. You whimpered, your ass high in the air as you felt fat tears continuing to pour from your eyes.
Billy squeezed at your ass, spreading your cheeks slowly before he spit roughly onto your puckered hole. You lurched at the sensation, whimpering as he began to rub his spit in with his fingertips. Shivers began to form over your body from the sensation.
“Such a cry baby,” He muttered, listening as a sob built from your chest, “Do you not want this?” He asked softly as he slowly pressed a finger inside of your now wet hole.You gaped at the sensation, slowly rolling your hips back until his knuckle was pressed deep inside of you.
“I want it,” You reassured him between sniffles, “Want it bad.” You moaned, enjoying the slow way he began to stretch you with his finger. You huffed as your eyes fell forward as the pleasure began to trickle up your spine.
“Hey,” Billy reached between your legs to deliver a swat against your wet cunt, “Don’t look away from me, don’t be a bitch.” He spit out harshly as he began to rub his fingertips against your throbbing clit. You sighed deeply.
“Sorry,” You whined as you turned towards him, “Won’t do it again.” You nodded your head eagerly, trying to convince him that you’d keep your eyes glued to him. His lips curled into a smirk as he began to twist his finger inside of your puckered hole again. A gasp left your mouth as your body began to warm.
“Good girl,” He praised softly, “Wanna see your pretty face.” He complimented as he slid another finger inside of you. He scissored them back and forth, stretching your walls as you felt your clit beginning to throb of the anticipation of feeling him.
You sighed loudly, letting your fingers curl up into fists as he pumped his fingers deep inside of your walls, coaxing your ass further into the air as the pleasure raced up your spine. You began to moan, your body curling in anticipation as he reached between his legs to stroke his hard cock.
“Billy,” You sighed in bliss as you turned to face him, sniffling as you felt his fat tip pressing against your wet cunt, “Give it to me.” You pleaded with him, blinking your eyelashes rapidly as you continued to cry.
“That wasn’t very polite;” He said as his lips grew into a smirk, “Ask again.” He told you menacingly, still smirking as he squeezed your hips tightly. You squealed softly underneath the pressure.
“Please give me your cock,” You begged softly as you began to cry again, “Wanna feel you inside of me.” You pout your lips out, doing your best to convince him as he taps the tip of his cock against your clit. You breathe out deeply, your body relaxing as he slowly slides his cock inside of your drenched cunt.
“S’good,” He hummed in response as he stretched your walls out around him. Your eyes flickered, but you made sure to keep your head pointed towards him to ensure that he wouldn’t stop his movements, “You have such a pretty pussy.” He hummed softly as he filled his cock inside of you.
“God,” You sighed out deeply as he slowly began to rock his hips in and out of your weeping pussy, “Oh my God.” You chanted again as you felt every ridge and curve of his cock pressing inside of you. Moans rolled off of your tongue, mingling with his own in a pleasant symphony.
Billy grunted loudly as he moved his fingers to the same pace as his cock. You gaped, your mouth falling forward as you licked the drool away from the corner of your lips. Your body felt as if there were sparks of pleasure traveling up your body, swirling inside of the pit of your stomach as his cock lightly brushed against your g-spot.
“Mhm,” Billy breathed in deeply as he brought his free hand upon your face. He rubbed his skin against your tears before he brought his fingertips up to his lips. You watched as he darted his tongue out and licked your salty tears away, “You’re so pretty.” He complimented between deep groans.
“Fuck,” You cursed as your eyes rolled towards the back of your head. Your mind felt full at the sensation of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves, while his fingers pumped into your other hole with the same intensity, “Oh my god.” Your knees burned from how roughly
“Hey, hey,” Billy used his free hand to swat at the side of your ass, making a shrill squeal fall from your lips, “Look at me.” He cooed, seeming desperate to see the look on your face. You turned towards him again, stifling your moans as you watched the way his eyebrows knitted together tightly in pleasure.
You sniffled again, your cheeks feeling raw and red from how much you’d been crying. You were sure that your mascara had run by the semi sticky feeling that was left underneath your eyelashes. Billy groaned, his hips snapping forward even harder if possible as he continued to drag your pussy back and forth along his cock.
“Feels good,” You were overwhelmed with the pulsing pleasure that was shooting up your spine and down your legs. Everything felt like it was on fire, burning where he touched you, “More, please.” You whimpered as you felt a fresh wave of tears hit you. It wasn’t from anger or sadness this time. You just felt so good.
“You’re such a good little slut,” He praised as he twisted his fingers roughly inside of you, curling them as his cock continued to rub against your bundle of nerves. You whimpered again at the sensation, sure that you’d never felt so filled before, “Taking my cock and fingers so well.” He praised sweetly as his lips rolled up into a lazy smile.
“Your little slut,” You felt your fingertips curling up into a fist as you began to grind your hips back against him, needing so much more than what he was giving you, “Fuck, fuck.” You moaned loudly as your stomach began to tighten in pleasure. Your mind was beginning to feel fuzzy from how overstimulated you suddenly felt.
“Greedy slut,” He corrected himself quickly, groaning as he glanced back down at you. The sight of your face must’ve added fuel to the fire because his hips began to slam forward harder again as he dragged you back against him. Your pussy was squeezing tightly around him, squelching from how wet you currently were, “Does the poor baby wanna cum?” He teased, pouting his lips out in a fake pout. You nodded your head quickly, fearing that he may not let you if you didn’t respond well.
“Please let me cum,” You begged as your lips began to tremble again, making him groan even louder, “Please, Billy, please.” You were almost in hysterics, threatening to break down at the possibility of not reaching your release. Billy’s lips parted in bliss, his thrusts becoming more stalled as redness crept across his cheeks and cum.
“S’alright,” He reassured as he pressed down on your spine harder with one hand as he angled his cock roughly against your g-spot this time. Your eyes began to roll back again, but you quickly caught yourself before he could smack your butt again, “Cum for me, baby.” He grunted out, his own words becoming heavy.
You felt a sigh of relief hitting your chest, but was unable to fully enjoy it as the bridge came crashing down around you. You felt yourself wiggling and squirming, your body alight with fire as you came down around his cock. Your feet hit the floor roughly, your toes curling as you cried out. You were sure you were chanting his name, begging for whatever he’d give you.
“Fuck, fuck,” Billy’s rough curses hit your static ears as he snapped his hips forward one last time, his body pressing against yours roughly as he came, “Oh fuck.” He repeated as he painted your walls white. You whimpered at the sensation, enjoying the warm fluid that filled your fluttering walls.
You were no longer able to look at him as you rested your cheek on the floor, your neck strained from how your body had awkwardly been turned. Your face felt red and a soft whimper of protest left your lips as Billy began to slowly remove his fingers and cock from your sensitive holes.
He joined you on the floor a second later, laying on his back and panting while you felt yourself sprawling out on your stomach. His spunk was slowly dripping out of your cunt, surely making a mess on the floor while you tried to recollect yourself.
“Are we good?” Billy asked, turning to face you suddenly. His eyebrows were relaxed, but you could see a hint of concern in his eyes. You felt your lips pulling together into a lazy smile as you nodded.
“Yeah,” You confirmed as you leaned over to press a gentle kiss against the corner of his lips, “We’re so good.”
Hey lovely. How about Billy making you squirt with his fingers multiple times-over stimulation with praise kink?
Summer Cummer
18+: kinky, extreme smut
It was one of those hot summer mornings where you were awaken by rods of sun beaming through your blinds. The only relief for July humidity being open windows which allowed the smell of summer to fill up your trailer.
Throwing your hair back into a messy ponytail, you made your way to the kitchen. Wearing just a red string tank-top and jean shorts that were so tight you couldn't even zip them up; hugging your ass perfectly.
Billy was already in the kitchen making breakfast. Flipping eggs in a pan over the stove; shirtless with grey sweatpants that marvelously accentuated his bulge. His body and abs covered in little sweat droplets from the heat of the stove and humidity.
You made your way in his direction and wrapped your arms around him from behind. He was hot to the touch. You nuzzled your head against his back; fingertips tracing his skin.
"Good morning, babe", you mumbled.
"Morning, princess", he replied turning around and kissing the top of your head.
You smiled. Billy's touch was electric. Whenever he touched your skin you felt vibrations shoot up your veins and into your heart. You felt his rough callouses abrade your supple skin like sandpaper. You daydreamed about the feeling of his tough callouses against your pussy.
Billy turned you around and smacked your ass. The impact causing a lazy moan to escape from your lips. A current of lust shot through your body which stimulated your pussy.
"You know I can't stand when you wear these little things", he said grabbing and massaging your ass through your skin tight shorts.
“Why don’t you take them off then”, you teased. Rubbing your ass against the fabric securing his bulge.
With your back to him he slid a hand down the front of your shorts and rubbed your pussy. Your head flew back as he pressed sloppy kisses against your exposed throat. Feeling the heat of his hot breath on your neck. Tugging your head back by your ponytail to expose your sensitive skin to his mouth.
Billy stuck his finger in your mouth allowing you to coat it in your own saliva. He brought his now wet finger back down to your pussy and rubbed it in circular patterns. The feeling of his bruised fingers and wetness teasing your sweet pussy sent your body to heaven.
You imagined billy working out. Lifting weights, doing pull-ups. The rough bars he would lift tearing his fingers apart causing the skin to grow thicker and stronger. Those hands he worked so hard with now dancing around your pussy. As you felt yourself become dazed from his touch, Billy carried you like a bride and set you on the counter facing his body.
His eyes looked down at you like a predator as he slowly shimmied your tight shorts down your thighs leaving them to plop onto the floor. Leaving you exposed and vulnerable in front of him. He spread your legs apart with his hands and stared right into your pussy.
"Want me to make this little thing cum?", he asked making your head instantly nod.
"Mm yes please, daddy"
Billy inserted his index and middle finger in your walls while simultaneously rubbing your clit with his thumb. You held his other hand and noticed the size difference. His hands so much bigger, fuller, and rougher than your own. As Billy finger fucked your pussy you put his other hand in your mouth and sucked on his slender digits. Slobbering and moaning on them while feeling his callouses massage deep inside you. Your velvet walls swallowed his digits; dripping all over his fingers leaving them sticky.
While his fingers pounded into your pussy faster and deeper his thumb continued rubbing your clit. It was all so much. Your palms pressed against the counter as you arched your hips up allowing his fingers to go deeper.
"Feels so good daddy", was all that could escape your gaped mouth moaning up towards the ceiling.
Billy's speed at which his fingers entered your pussy picked up as he caught on to how turned on you were. Seeing you fall apart from his touch made him feel dominant.
"Gonna make this thing squirt for daddy?, he asked with a devilish smirk.
You couldn't speak. Your hips involuntarily rocking up and down on the counter while tears filled your sweet doe eyes.
"Fuck, daddy!", you squealed as your pussy squirted all over his fingers splashing on the counter and even his chest. Your sweet cum dripping down his abs.
All the meanwhile tears left your eyes from how good his touch felt. Crying and cumming at the same time while you desperately inhaled trying to catch your breath.
Billy stunned by what he just witnessed felt his blood rush to his cock as you noticed the bulge in his sweatpants tent and become more noticeable.
"Such a good girl cumming for daddy", he said kissing your cheek. Causing it to turn red from his praise.
"You wanna make daddy real happy and squirt for him again like that?"
You hummed, "mhm" as he wiped the drops from your eyes with his thumb. Circling it around your pussy; fucking you with your tears.
As he smacked your pussy with his fingers, fleeting pulses of lust possesed you. Tiny droplets of cum splashed up during each smack he delivered to your pussy's lips.
Billy leaned onto the counter to give you a big kiss as he glided his two fingers into your folds. You felt heat rush into your ears as you desperately sucked Billy's tongue while your legs trembled. Your pussy was vibrating.
His fingers shot into you like pistons while his thumb eagerly rubbed your clit again. You could see in his face that he so hungrily wanted to see you cum again. You wanted to so bad for Billy. Wanted to show him how much you loved him by covering him with your cum again. Maybe if you were a good girl he would fuck you long and hard tonight.
Your pussy was already leaking. Wetness lubricating your boyfriends hands only making his fingers glide into you effortlessly. Your boyfriends words were only making you wetter.
"Look at my beautiful girl."
"Make daddy proud and cum again."
Your ears and cheeks turned red from his words. Your pussy and mouth both drooling.
You watched the vein in his forearm pop as his fingers shoved into you. Watched his hair smack his face. How his right eyebrow cocked with ego every time a delicate moan would depart your lips. How he looked at you with so much affection. What turned you on the most was him cheering you on.
"Yes baby, you're doing so good."
"Your pussy makes me wild."
"Take it for me, I know you can."
Between the heat in your blushing face, the summer humidity, and your hot boyfriend's fingers buried in your pussy; suddenly the room was spinning. Your sight became foggy as you felt a bubble of intense pressure in your tummy.
"Daddy it's so much!", tears cascading from your eyes.
"It's okay princess I've got you".
"You're safe".
Suddenly your body began shaking as you lifted your trembling legs and feet up onto the counter and fell back. Intense fleets of pleasure raced through your body as the tension in your stomach popped making you squirt all over your boyfriend with a loud moan. He was dripping in your cum.
"Holy shit, angel", he said picking you up and hugging you. Making you fall into his sticky body. Your safety net.
He patted your head and repeatedly kissed the top your scalp. Feeling his hot breath on your hair as he assured you of how good of a girl you were for him; still trying to catch your breath.
"You did so amazing baby."
"You listen so well."
Billy helped you both get cleaned up in the shower as you spent the rest of the day in loose clothing cuddled up by the air conditioner. You couldn't have asked for a better morning.
You ask and you shall receive: Billy headcanons pt. 2!
Read first part here. Buckle up bitches for some more Billy content!
Ps: there’s a surprise at the end for my Eddie and Steve lovers 💕
Billy loves cherry coke and drinks it religiously
He says yes ma’am/sir to you a lot 😏
He definitely thinks it’s hot when you get mad
Gives REALLY good back massages, like this man knows all the pressure points
Unfortunately not too great with kids and is pretty much just a big bully to them. (Like stealing their candy and sticking his tongue out at them until they cry type of behavior)
With babies however he simply doesn’t know what to do with them and holds them out at arms length like a bomb
Billy LOVES head and back scratches and will glare at you if you stop like 😡WHYD YOU STOP!
Hand kisses hand kisses hand kissesssssss🥰🥰
HIS NECK KISSES THO >>> 😍😍
You and him getting into mocking matches
Prolly has a few polaroids of you in his wallet/car
Has one of ur scrunches wrapped around the gear stick of his car
Gets hangry if he hasn’t had food
And finally: Billy for sure has a RAGING daddy kink 🥴🥴
BONUS EDDIE AND STEVE CONTENT!
Eddie football carrying babies with a can of Dr Pepper in the other hand saying he has “maternal instincts”
Steve pulls on push doors a lot, mostly when trying to open them for you
Eddie not being the best cook but means well. I can see him attempting to make you boxed Mac n cheese but forgetting the milk so it’s just pasta and cheese powder
Steve rubs his hands together every time he goes to slap your ass
Favorite places on the body where the Stranger Things guys like to come?
You? Just you? Is that a good answer?
Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargove x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, doggie style, blowjob, facial, cum marking, handjobs, cum swallowing
A/N: Is one of these your personal favorite? For me it would be the back.
Eddie likes to come in your mouth the most, and by extinction your face and upper chest when he pulls away. You don't have to swallow it all but he'll appreciate your that much more if you did. Has a handkerchief near by to wipe your mouth with, or you can use the bottom of his shirt if you need it. If it drips down to your breasts he wants you to leave it, just a for a little bit before you rub it away using your hands.
Steve prefers your hand, if he really has to choose that is, but pretty much any part of you is fine. He can't keep his hips still when you're moving your hand from the bottom of the shaft, slowly upwards while tracing the pulsing length and stopping just bellow the tip to squeeze drops of cum all over your hand. If you loosen and tighten your grip from bottom to top he needs to hold onto something because his orgasm will be a lot for you to clean up.
Billy loves to come all over your back. It has a deeply territorial feeling for him, seeing your back arching while you shake and open your mouth in a moan and his cum painting your back white. He pushes down on your back hard, not caring if he gets his cum all over himself because his cock is going back in your pussy while your cute ass jiggles from his hard and fast thrusts.
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