i do chose my fav fictional characters with my pussy so if i ever say i like an evil one please you have to understand... it's not that i condone their actions i'm just thinking with my clit <3
Author's Note: This is part two to Tongue A continuation of the their story. If it's not your thing, don't read it
Summery: It's been a few weeks since what happened between you and your step brother Billy, you two avoiding each other since that night. You decide to get on with your life, try to forget it ever happened. You're getting ready for your date with Steve and Billy comes in your room, uninvited, because he's not ready to let you forget
Warnings: 18+ Only!! MINORS DNI, SMUT: step cest/pseudo cest, language, masturbation, fingering, everyone is over 18 and everything is completely consensual
My Masterlist in case you need more Billy
Divider by @cafekitsune
You're trying to focus.
Putting on your mascara, like you have a million times before. Your tongue peeking out of the corner of your mouth as you tilt your head slightly at your reflection in your vanity mirror, making sure every lash is perfectly coated. Wearing a simple summer dress, nothing special, just enough to make you feel pretty and keep cool on this hot summer night.
You're getting ready for a date. Good ole' Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, at least he was before your step brother, Billy moved here and spoiled all his fun.
You're trying hard to build up the excitement you know you should be feeling right now. It's a perfect night, the pretty light from the setting sun filtering through your lace curtains, giving your room this soft, warm almost heavenly glow.
Sure, Steve's a nice guy, very sweet, always bringing you flowers. Kind of a dork, but in an endearing way. He's definitely funny, makes you laugh and he's super attentive. Adorable even. Perfect boyfriend material. Everything a girl should want, right?
But...
That memory.
The one you try not to think about. Try to pretend never happened. It just keeps drifting back into your head, especially when you're alone in your room like you are right now.
Remembering the way he made you feel, like you were the sexiest girl he'd ever seen. Making you cum not once, but twice, and so easily. Something Steve has never done. Not his fault. Any girl would be lucky to have him, honestly. Maybe there's something wrong with you for feeling this way about a guy that's off limits. Off limits because you're technically related. But not really related, you try and convince yourself. God, you're disgusting.
There's definitely something wrong with you, you decide.
You freeze, mascara wand in hand, when you catch Billy's reflection staring back at you though your mirror. His thick body leaning into your room, both his muscular arms braced against the doorframe, with that stupid little smirk on his face. Like he can read your thoughts.
Blue eyes rake over your body as you curl your lashes, just the sight of you looking too pretty, and not for him, but for someone else. Makes something twist uncomfortable in his chest. Knows he shouldn't feel that way, not about you.
Weirdly your cheeks get instantly hot and you turn your body in his direction.
"What do you want? I'm busy."
You huff, then watch as he pushes off from the door and saunters into your room, uninvited, plopping down on your perfectly made bed, his pretty curls splaying against your frilly pillows.
"What? Your brother can't stop by and say hello?"
Makes this little fake scoff, getting this cute little look on his face, like he's playing all innocent, but his eyes are reading like something else entirely. Doesn't say what's really on his mind. How pretty your legs look in that little dress.
"Get your dirty boots off my bed!"
You jump up, smacking his feet.
"Whoa, relax, princess."
Chuckles soft, his eyes lighting up and you're just trying hard to ignore the way your heart races at the sight of his spread, thick thighs. Annoyed at yourself, frustrated really, at how easy it is for him to make your body react.
"Just tryin' to make conversation with my little step sis. What's wrong with that?"
Sits up on his elbows and you catch how his abs flex as he holds himself up, his face pretty and unfazed by anything.
"What do want?"
You ask.
He reaches out, snagging your wrist in his hand, pulling you off balance, making you tumble forward. Bracing yourself with both hands against his hard chest. You're close enough to smell that over powering cologne he wears and his last cigarette... and him, whatever pheromones he's got wafting off his skin. He's like a sweaty animal, all hot and musky and you hate him for it. Hate him for coming into your private space and making you feel weird.
Face so pretty as he says your name in that sing song way he puts on sometimes to irritate you. His eyes look sleepy or like he might be high, and then he adds:
"You look nice."
Mint and cigarette breath hits your nose and it's nice and heady, makes you feel like you're suddenly dizzy. Blue eyes roaming down to your tits as they push together while you're bracing yourself against his hard pecs. You push off him when you realize he's staring. Standing up straight, smoothing down your sundress with both palms. His gaze lingering for a beat on your glossy lips, and the pretty pink that shimmers there.
The weird part about Billy is you never know what he's thinking. Could be thinking about that night too, but maybe you just have toothpaste stuck on the corner of your mouth and he's totally judging you.
"Thank you. I mean.... you need to get out, Billy. I have a date."
You say, interrupting his wandering eyes. Crossing your arms over your chest trying to hide yourself, but it doesn't help, if anything it only enhances your cleavage.
Your eyes don't know where to land. Just don't look at him, don't do it, you think. But you can't help it. The way he looks all sprawled out on your bed, with that thick, hard body. Big thighs spread wide, taking up the entire bed. Jeans so tight you swear you can see the outline of his junk and you want to die. Sweaty, wearing a crisp white button down, except all the buttons are open and you wonder what the point of wearing the shirt was at all. Maybe just to torture you, showing off just a taste of that gorgeous sun kissed skin.
God you hate him, at least you think you should. Wish he would just get out of your room and leave you alone. Wish what happened never happened. But at the same time there's this rush of something that fills your whole body whenever he's around. This kind of electricity you wish wasn't there, but you can't deny it.
"Lemmie guess, Harrington?"
He asks, even though he already knows. His smirk softening and you swear there's jealousy in those ocean eyes. His fingers tugging at the hem of your dress. You swat at his hand, but instead of letting go, his fingers trail up your arm, giving a little chuckle before pulling away.
"Yeah actually. Now please... get out. I need to finish getting ready."
You turn back to your vanity, hoping he'll take the hint and leave, but you can feel his eyes on you as you stand there, can see that stupid smirk in your head. He loves this. Loves getting you all flustered. You can't concentrate, you're just a mess of nerves, hot lust, and some seriously confusing feelings and he's just laying there without a care in the world. Like you two didn't just do something so dumb on the couch a few weeks ago.
Billy gets up slow and easy, sitting on your bed like he's waking from a summer nap under a damn magnolia tree.
"You wearing those red panties you bought for him?"
What the hell. You take a deep slow breath, your face burning with this sudden shame. You can't believe him. The two of you have been avoiding each other for weeks now, unable to look at each other across the dinner table and now you can't believe he would bring it up... the panties he practically ripped off with his teeth before burying his hot mouth between your thighs. So like him to bring it up right before your date with another guy.
He grins wide, watching your reaction.
You whirl around to face him.
"Billy! That's none of your damn business!"
You snap.
His fingers back teasing the hem of your dress, playing with the delicate little lace trim.
"Lemmie see."
Teases, tugging your dress, softly, but you jerk away. You can't believe how easily he gets under your skin, how just the heat from him fills the entire room and makes your pulse go crazy.
"Harrington wouldn't know what to do with you wearing those little slutty things anyway."
He chuckles soft, but you can't tell if he actually finds it funny or not.
"You don't get to tell me what to wear or not to wear, Billy!"
You add, but even as you say it, you can feel the truth of his words. Steve, sweet and good looking as he is, could never handle you the way Billy could. Never make you feel the way you felt that night on the couch.
Gets up lazily off your bed and saunters over to your dresser, opening your top drawer, the drawer where you keep your panties and bras. You don't know how he even knows which drawer to look in, but he goes right to it and you wonder if he's been snooping through your stuff when you're not home.
Fingers the delicate lace and soft silks, leaning over examining everything with this purposeful slowness, like you're not standing right there next to him.
You grab at his thick arm, but he's already pulling out a pair of plain white cotton panties that you usually wear when you're on your period, the most unsexy pair you own.
"Here... these are more appropriate for your loser boyfriend."
He laughs, practically honking, and you snatch them from his hand.
"You're impossible!"
You mutter.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
Huge smirk comes across his lips, picking up your little pink vibrator, holding it up, then bringing it to his nose, smelling it, grinning like an idiot.
"OMG, BILLY... DON'T DO THAT... YOU"RE SO WEIRD!! PUT THAT DOWN!"
You lunge at him, trying to grab it, completely embarrassed once again.
"Been thinkn' bout me?"
Chuckles, tongue running across his bottom lip.
You reach for it, but he hides it behind his back, laughing loud now like he's having the time of his life.
"Or you use this cause your pretty boy can't get the job done?"
Those perfect white teeth are making you so mad and he can see it all over your face.
"Aww, come on princess, I'm just teasin'"
His smirk softens and he lets you reach around him and grab your toy.
"You're pretty cute when you're all flustered, though... haha."
He says and you just huff, grabbing the small, pink toy from his hands and shoving it back in your drawer, hiding it down deep beneath your bras, slamming the drawer closed.
"I'm not flustered... I'm pissed!"
He just laughs more, softer this time, all pretty and warm. His eyes lingering on yours for a beat.
"You know, princess... I've heard... that before you go out on a date, you should rub one out... you know just to take the edge off."
Voice dropping an octave or two, like he's filling you in on a little secret.
"You're such a pervert, Billy."
You snap.
"ME? Hmm... Just tryin' to give you some brotherly advice, is all."
Tongue running along his teeth, head tilting, blue eyes burning into yours.
"You're not my brother! I mean... not really. You don't really care about me. You're just... being a dick."
You huff.
"Aww, come on baby... course I care bout you. Don't be like that now."
Big hands come up and rest on your waist, fingers digging into your softness. Walks you backwards, guiding you towards your closet door. Your mind is screaming to push him away, but your body is on fire just from the warmth of his hands on you and his pretty breath in your face. His face softens as he presses you against the door frame, thumb coming up and brushing against your hot cheek.
"I'm just tryin' to be helpful."
He purrs.
"I don't need your help... I don't need some kind of lesson like I'm a little girl. I'm not dumb."
You say, trailing off, your voice soft and breathy.
"I know you don't need a lesson, angel... you're already doin' so good."
Grips both hips tight, then quickly turns you around to face your full length mirror, sliding down the wall and taking you with him, until you're both down on the floor together. You, sitting between his thick, spread thighs, your back against his chest.
"Mmm.. look at you, pretty girl."
You swallow. His hot breath against your ear, tickling your skin, his voice is thick and heavy with lust, you can almost taste it.
"So absolutely beautiful. You know that, baby? Know how pretty you are, cause I don't think you do."
His fingers trail up your side, barely grazing, making your nipples perk up.
"Billy... I..."
You stammer, then feel his big hand sliding across and up your belly, you swear you can feel every callous of his thick fingers as he kneads your tits roughly, his hands too big and hard against your delicate softness. He's trying to be gentle, you can tell, but he's just so much bigger and stronger than you, he can't help but manhandle you and truth was, you liked it when he got rough.
"Shhh, I got you, baby."
You watch his eyes darken as he looks at your reflection, the way his gaze drops to where your thighs meet. You know what he's thinking, what he wants and god you want it too.
"Take off your dress."
He says, voice deep, his hand already working at the hem, sliding it up slowly, helping to lift it up over your head, the air warm but you're covered in goosebumps, your nipples poking though the lace of your bra.
You hear his breath catch softly, admiring the curve of your sexy tits and the smooth creaminess of your skin, the way your body responds to the slightest touch from his rough hands and he loves it, loves you more than he should.
"Fuck."
His palms back groping though the lace, kneading, feeling the heaviness of your breasts in his hands, his thumb brushing over your pert nipple before unhooking the clasp to your bra with his other hand, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you completely bare for him. Squeezes and gropes your perfect tits, rough and needy, breathing heavy against your neck. One hand sliding past your belly, slipping into the hem of your panties.
"I wanna see."
He mumbles, hooking his thumbs into the elastic and peeling them down your thighs and you're not stopping him. Hooks your legs over his open thighs, spreading you wide in front of the mirror, completely exposed and vulnerable to him.
"What fuckn' gorgeous pussy."
Billy's cock is straining hard against his jeans, looking at the beautiful sight of your glistening folds, the way your clit peeks out so pretty, begging for his touch. Wants to bury his face in that heat, just like he did the other night on the couch. The smell of your sweet cunt something he jerks off to every night since then.
"Show me, baby... show your big brother how you touch yourself."
Murmurs against your ear, his voice deep and breath deliciously heady, making you whimper, your head falling back against his shoulder. You tremble softly, this feeling of being utterly exposed, splayed out before him, but the way he looks at you makes you feel so sexy. You arch into his touch as he slides his fingers down your thigh. Fingers skim softly over your folds, making you shiver. Then this sudden wave of insecurity spreads through you.
"I don't think I can... Billy..."
Your hand sliding down your thighs slowly, hesitantly, wanting to please him, but suddenly too shy to do this in front of him.
"Don't be shy, baby... wanna see how you touch yourself when you're alone, thinkn' bout me... now show me, sweet girl."
His hand rubs gently against your inner thigh. Your eyes locked together in the mirror's reflection. You bite your bottom lip again and again, making it raw. Your hand slides between your spread thighs. Your fingers moving over your pretty pussy, slow and teasingly.
"Look at you, such a good girl for your big brother."
He growls, opening his thighs more and spreading your legs even wider. A soft moan escapes his lips looking at your puffy swollen clit and your glistening slit. How soaked you are just for him. His heavy cock presses painfully against your back, as he ruts softly.
"Billy."
You just say his name, it's like the most beautiful sin falling through your lips. Desperately want him to touch you, put his hot mouth on your cunt like he did before, make you cum hard against his face or his fingers, anything, a craving for him so deep it's almost painful. Your pussy soaked, just looking at those blue eyes, the way he's watching you. Mouth hangs open softly, forehead wrinkles as he furrows his brows in complete lust. You could literally cum just looking at his beautiful face.
"Show your big brother how you finger that sweet little cunt."
His filthy words only making you feel like a dirty little slut. Billy's dirty little secret.
You arch your back slightly against his cock. You feel it throb, so hard it hurts him, pre cum soaking through, leaving a wet patch on his jeans that you can't see, but you swear you can feel it sticking to your skin. Makes you ache to reach around and touch it. But he's fully clothed, just like before, and here you are open and naked, letting him do things to you that you know are wrong, but for now you push those thoughts aside.
You slip two fingers inside your soaked cunt, sliding them in easily, you're so fucking wet, but they don't feel like his felt. They're too small and thin compared to his. You pump your fingers, trying to find some relief, but you need more, need him. Billy's fingers are thick and rough, he fucks into you so good and deep and this feels like nothing compared to that. Your hips lifting slightly, desperate for more friction than you can give to yourself. Can't hit that spot deep inside, like he did easily.
"Billy... please... please touch me."
You whimper, far too gone to feel embarrassed at how whiny you sound. You need him, need to feel his fingers on you, inside you. Big hands have been squeezing your waist, almost possessively, like if he stops you're going to walk off and leave him hard and lonely.
"Need your big brother's fat fingers in that pretty hole?"
You moan at his filthy words, your pussy fluttering softly with a desperate need to be filled.
His hands slide between your thighs, spreading your pussy lips open, watching your fingers pumping slowly in and out of your tightness. He moans pretty, coming deep from his chest. His hips grinding softly against your back. Loves how pretty you are, how easily you give in to him, your hair falling softly over your shoulder, your pouty lips, those lust hazed eyes… wants to fuck you stupid right here. Make you scream his name over and over, but at the same time he wants this to go slow… to never end. You're too perfect.
Gently pulls your fingers from your cunt, rubbing circles around your hole, gathering your slick, then slipping two fat fingers slowly deep inside you, so deep the ring he wears slips deep inside you too. You let out a soft, shaky cry as he pushes deep, pumping in and out.
"Oh god... Billy... god.... filling me up so good."
You mutter, rubbing your clit in tight little circles.
"Such a desperate little slut, aren't ya, sis."
Tickles your skin with his breath, smirking, watching as you take his fingers deep. Loving the way your body responds so eagerly to him. Your tight cunt gripping, he pumps faster, adding a third finger, stretching your cunt wide, finger fucking you deliciously hard and deep. Loves how wet and warm you feel.
You moan and gasp, squirming against his body, your hips bucking up into his hand.
Smacks your hand away, using his thumb to push and rub easily against your slick clit. A tightness fills your belly, it's too intense, too much. Fills your ear with his soft whispers of disgusting filth. You cry out in pleasure, your body trembling as you cum hard around those thick fingers. Your orgasm crashing over you, your pussy juices gushing out around his digits as he works you through it. Pleasure rips through your entire body and you start to cry, completely overwhelmed by how good it feels, how good he smells, how much you love him.
You become aware of the obscene squelching noises your sweet cunt is making, as he continues to pump in and out, long after you've started to come down from your high. Your body going limp against his.
"Too much, Bills."
You whimper, oversensitive as he continues to play with your clit, your fingers wrap around his wrist to try and control his movements.
"Mmm... you love it, princess."
Billy hums.
You're panting, your skin flushed and shiny from sweat, the space you two sit, in between the closet and your room is stuffy and warm and smells like his cologne and your pussy. You can barely think straight, still trembling softly after cumming harder than you ever have.
"So do you."
You smile all dopey at his reflection.
His fingers slide out from your well loved, but abused pussy, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean. Your cunt aches at the loss of his fingers, but watching him do that makes you feel so utterly sexy. You want to please him so bad, want to make him feel as good as he's made you feel.
You turn your body, taking your legs off his thighs, facing him. Sliding your hand down his bare chest, his shirt hanging open, his skin sticky and cool. You give his big bulge a squeeze and watch his eyebrows furrow in pleasure, a little sigh leaving his lips. His cock is huge and massively thick. Your fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt, desperate to get a look at it, but Billy stops you by holding both your wrists.
"Better get ready for your date."
He stands. You look up at him, confused. You don't give a shit about some date with Steve, not now, not ever really.
Holds out his hand, helping you up off the floor. His arm coming up and bracing the door frame, your faces close. Leans in and kisses you softly on the mouth. It's too quick, rough and full of raw lust, or maybe something more. His tongue is warm and deliciously wet, his lips soft and plush. Hot tongue fills your mouth, runs it over your teeth, then shoving it practically down your throat before pulling away.
No! You want more… need more… but he just smiles, soft and pretty, then walks out of your room. Confusion washing over you as you just stand there, disappointed. Your body still tingling and hot.
Before you have time to think, the door bell rings.
In the privacy of his bedroom, Billy shoves his jeans down around his thick thighs, freeing his aching cock. It springs back up against his tan belly, rock hard, the tip wet with pre cum. Wraps his large hand around the shaft, letting out a low groan, realizing how desperate he's been to be touched.
Strokes himself fast and rough, moving over his thick length. Harsh pants push past his lips as he imagines you on your knees in front of him, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock, barely able to fit it in your perfect mouth, looking up at him with sweet doe eyes, his girl. You'd do anything for him and he knows it.
"Fuck... just like that, my pretty little sister."
Growls to himself, the fantasy of you taking him deep, choking on him is too much. Gives his cock a hard squeeze as he moves faster, fucking into his fist. The last thought in his head is filling your mouth with his hot cum, you happily swallowing every drop, hungrily.
With a deep groan he cums hard, his muscles tense, his cock throbs in his hand. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot out from his tip, covering his hand and his abs, some hitting him in the chin. Milks himself through it, working himself through his high. Slides his body slowly down the back of the closed bedroom door, dick softening in his hand.
Author's Note: This was a request HERE, however, I may have been ovulating when I wrote this so... yeah (also someone asked for this as a part 2 for my fic Trailer Trash Romance, it's not really, but if you close your eyes I suppose it could be)
*Also, sorry if you expected my part 2 of Billy x stepsis, still working on that and will probably have it out next Friday
(Photo does not represent reader, just felt like we all needed to bite Billy)
Summery: You're ovulating and your man Billy looks delicious af, plus Billy has a serious breeding kink and is desperate for you to have his baby
Billy Hargrove x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ only!! MINORS DNI, Smut, language, established relationship, you're ovulating and needy for your man, breeding kink, trying to get pregnant, daddy used once or twice, just a moment of pit kink weakness because Billy has the prettiest pits, p in v, creampie,
My Masterlist in case you need more Billy
Divider by @cafekitsune
You're hot. Sweating, but it has nothing to do with the heat of another Indiana summer.
Your pretty cotton panties already soaked beneath your little summer dress. Pretty full hips softly rutting against your man's big, beefy thigh as he stands, legs spread apart, staring at himself in front of the small mirror in the bathroom of the trailer you two share, his lips pouting around a lit Marlboro. Ashes falling into the sink below and normally you would get on him about being a slob, but at the moment you're too preoccupied to care.
His fingers fiddle with the mess of dirty blonde curls on top of his head, trying to tame them in this humidity. Pretty forehead wrinkles appearing as he concentrates at his reflection. Other arm is raised, elbow towards the ceiling, large hand touching the back of his neck... and you... ??
... your body snuggled close to his, rutting softly, eyes closed, your face nestled into the crook of that raised arm, inhaling the delicious heady scent of your man's pit. God, his smell makes you feral. Something filthy and manly... pheromones or something, you don't care, just need him near you all the time, but especially right now.
Your fingers splayed across his bare chest, feeling this intense heat baking off him. Running them down and over the defined lines of his muscular body, stopping just above where there's soft little hairs under his belly button, leading down to that delicious place hidden beneath a pair of Levis, hanging low on his hips.
You feel his thigh muscle tensing, and even though he keeps fixing his hair like you're not even there, that little flex of his meaty thigh is his way of letting you know he's very aware that you're there humping against him like a bitch in heat, leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
Billy smirks around his smoke at your needy squirming. Taking a long drag, then blowing smoke out into the mirror, without using his hands.
You pout when he lowers his arm, forcing you out from where your nose was digging around like a pig looking for truffles. Pats your pretty head, cupping the back of it, rubbing softly, then pulling you into the crook of his neck. Can feel the warmth of your breath on his skin as you nuzzle back against him, smelling his sweat, giving him a soft moan.
Gets it, he does. That time of the month where you get like this... needy and desperate for his cock. Truth was, all this happened so fast. You two moving in together. It was messy, all that you both had to go though to to get to this point. Though none of that mattered now.
Almost immediately Billy desperately wanted you pregnant. Some part of him wanted to prove he was better than his dad, and some other part, deep inside, got off on the thought of you walking around, full belly, carrying his kid.
Chuckles as your breathing gets heavier against his neck, your hips rutting a little more desperately. The friction just feels so fuckn' good. Moves his thigh more between your spread legs, intense heat coiling deep in your core and you feel like you could cum like this, but cumming wouldn't be enough, you need his fat cock deep in your tight cunt, asap.
"You're a handful today, aren't ya?"
He teases, rubbing your scalp with his nails, exhaling smoke slowly. Tugs you back by your hair lightly, pulling your face away from his skin to look down at you.
Smiles down at your pouty lips and blissed out expression, the way you're looking up at him, so desperately. Poor baby girl. Thinks you're adorable like this.
"Somethin' you want, princess?"
Takes another drag, blowing smoke over your head, little cocky smirk playing across his lips. Knows exactly what you want, but he loves to tease you, make you suffer. Not because he's mean, but because it made his balls ache when you were a desperate little whore for him, needing him to shoot his load and fill your belly.
"Smell so good, Billy... need... "
Your words trailing off to nothing.
Slides his thumb down past your temple, then down your cheek, finally tracing across your bottom lip and slipping it into your soft wet mouth for you to suck on, and you do, greedily.
Takes one last drag, flicking his cigarette into the sink.
"Aww, need what, baby girl? Is my little kitten in heat?"
Kisses your damp forehead. Pulling his thumb from your mouth, making you pout.
"Aches so bad, Billy... need you to fill me up."
Moves his thigh away and you give a pathetic little whimper. His other hand slides down under your summer dress to feel your slick and the beautiful heat between your legs. You rut against his palm like the desperate slut you are for him.
"You want me to fuck a baby inside this hungry little cunt? Is that what you need, baby girl?"
Grunts, voice suddenly very deep and dirty. Thick fingers slipping under the hem of your panties, sliding through your soaked folds. His thumb brushing against your clit.
"Tell daddy what you need."
Leans down close, his nose brushing your. You can taste the cigarette he just finished on your tongue.
"Mmm... please Billy. Need your cock."
You mumble, hair falling down in sweaty little strands from the pretty messy bun you were wearing.
"Pretty pussy begging to be filled, yeah?"
You make some throaty noise and grab for his leather belt. Watches as you struggle, trying to get it open, but everything feels too overwhelming right now. He stills you with is hand, fingers wrapping around your wrist.
"This what you want? Want my load deep inside that slutty little cunt?"
Pretty blue eyes, half lidded and dreamy, mouth open softly, looking down at you..
You nod enthusiastically.
He unhooks his belt without looking down, pops his jeans open, hooking his thumbs into his jeans and briefs, he slips them down slow, teasingly dragging them down his sexy thick thighs. Doesn't take them fully off, just pulling them down enough for his beautiful cock to spring out.
It's always been the prettiest cock you've ever seen and right now it's making your mouth water and your pussy hurt even more just looking at it.
Billy lifts up your dress, ripping your panties quickly down your legs, where they dangle around one ankle. His perfect cock sits hard and needy against your mound, hot and heavy, ready to split you open.
You whimper, your hazy eyes desperate with lust.
"Want me to knock you up... fill that belly?"
Hot breath against your neck, his nose dragging soft across your skin, giving you goosebumps and making you giggle.
"Please."
You beg.
Quickly reaches down, gripping your bare thighs, his big hands wrapping around them, lifting you up like you weight nothing at all, placing you on the edge of the sink. The cool porcelain against your feverish skin makes you gasp. He steps between your parted thighs, his cock, thick and heavy, pushes against your clit. Runs the tip through your slick, swollen lips teasingly slow.
Soft little delicious moans roll off your tongue, your pretty breath hitting his face in soft little huffs, making his dick throb.
"That's it, baby girl.... gonna give this little pussy exactly what she needs. Gonna fill you up real good, angel."
Looks down at your spread thighs, his eyes dark and hungry, just the sight of your swollen, glistening cunt making him feral, can smell your pussy and he can't wait another second.
Lines his fat head up with your hole, the heat enveloping his tip, making him groan. Grips the plushness of your ass cheeks, pushing himself forward while he pulls you onto his cock. His length parting your slick folds, sinking into you deliciously slow. You can feel every inch and ridge of his dick as he buries himself deeper inside you.
You both moan. Your head falling forward against his broad shoulder. Your back arches slightly off the sink, his cock pushing deeper into your aching cunt, the stretch is like heaven. Your hips buck soft, trying to get him even deeper, but he's going so slow, guiding your body along his thick length with this strong hands.
"Ohhh Fuck, Billy.... "
Lifts your head, squeezing his fingers into your cheeks. Ocean eyes staring down at your beautiful expression. Your eyes are hazy, those pretty, pouty pink lips, long eyelashes fluttering with each slow, deep thrust. Feels so good he could cum right now, but he likes to take it slow with you, savoring every second of your soaked cunt and the way it grips his cock so tight.
"This what you needed, baby girl? Needed daddy's cock?"
Growls, blue eyes look feral, leans close, his teeth grazing against your tender skin, huffing out, his hot breath tickling against the column of your throat.
"Mmm... yeah, need you so bad, baby."
Your walls like velvet, the warmth and tightness making him practically purr. Slick sounds echoing through the tiny bathroom as he fucks you good and hard, giving you what you need, soothing that deep ache in your belly.
"So fuckn' tight, baby girl. Aww... look at you, such a good girl for me."
Grunts, hips rolling in this delicious slow rhythm as he fucks into you long and hard. His pace slow and almost possessive, gripping you tight. You were his girl, every part of you belonged to him and him alone. His gaze drifting from your pretty face then down to watch your tits falling out from your dress, bouncing heavily with every thrust of his hips.
Billy's virgin Mary pendant sits pretty around your neck, falling between the valley or your breasts. He watches as it sways and bounces back against your sweat slicked skin.
He leans down, pressing his chest against yours, the pendant getting lost between your two bodies. Face buried in the crook of your neck again, his tongue flicking out to taste your salty sweat. Growls deeply in your ear.
"Look at you, pretty girl... can't get enough of my fat cock, can ya?"
Lifts his head slightly then sticks his hot tongue in your mouth, all sloppy and achingly hot. Thick cock pushing deeper into your aching hole. You've never felt so desperate to be filled, it was all almost too much for you, but exactly what you needed at the same time.
Thrusts into you sharp, slamming his hips forward as you practically fall back into the sink. You hold his shoulders tight while he ruts into you, heavy balls noisily slapping against your ass.
You move your body with his, his cock stretching your cunt open. You reach up, grabbing a fistful of his curls tight, as his body slams into yours, hitting your clit with his pelvic bone. The curve of his dick rubbing perfectly against your g-spot, like he was designed to ruin you. Your head falls back, a strangled moan escaping your lips as you cum hard. Your pussy fluttering around his cock, squeezing it tight.
"That my girl, milk my cock with this hungry little pussy. Show me how badly you need to be bred."
Billy loses it, the feeling too good. Lets out this deep, throaty sound, your pussy milking his cock for every last precious drop, the feeling of your perfect cunt too intense. You feel his cock start to pulse. Thick, ropes of his hot cum spill deep inside your pussy, hitting against your cervix.
"Gonna shoot my load inside this pretty pussy, FUCK!"
You legs tremble around his hips as he pumps you full. Your nails back digging into his skin, leaving small welts.
"Fill my pussy, Billy!"
You can feel the vibrations from his chest, from his groaning and grunting, his muscles flexing and tightening, his skin slippery with sweat. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
For a long moment you both stay like this, sort of locked together, his cock softening in your pussy, pushes his hips lazily against yours. Like he doesn't want a single drop of cum to leak out. His big hands roam over your body, squeezing your curves and smoothing his hands across your soft skin.
You feel him smirking against your skin.
Cups your cheek in his hand gently, pushing your messy, damp hair from your face. Smiles at your fucked dumb expression.
"You my girl? Made to take my load, aren't ya, doll?"
Kisses your sweaty forehead.
You nod, lazily.
"Yeah, I'm your girl, Billy. Want your babies so bad."
You mumble weakly.
"Fuck, angel... don'tchu worry, gonna fuck a whole litter in that sweet belly."
Chuckles soft, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Plus, I gotta feelin' this time."
He adds, smirking and grinding his hips in a slow, lazy circle, his cock only semi hard, but still stretching you wide.
"So do I, Billy."
He can sense this time was different, smug look crosses his face, like he's proud of himself.
Both hands still on your face, squishing your cheeks together so you're making a pouty cute face.
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Every time I watch the scene in friends where Monica and chandler get engaged it makes me cry.
Yes because I’m happy for them and it’s sweet.
But mainly because no matter how old I was or how many times I’ve watched it I just can never ever imagine loving someone enough or someone loving me that much for a matter of fact for it to ever happen to me. I can never see someone wanting to propose or take time or effort to do that. Or that anyone would want to spend their life with me.
sometimes I forget that Billy having a really nice ass is a canon thing and not just a headcanon. I laugh myself silly when I remember that they genuinely made Dacre put on those tight ass jeans bc Billy having a nice ass really was just THAT important
Author's Note: Just a little oneshot of Billy x step sister, if it's not for you, then don't read it. (Photo does not represent reader)
(I feel like this isn't really a oneshot and that they'll be back... cause they need to fuck, imo)
Not tagging my usual tag list, because I realize this isn't everyone's cup of tea (except for @emmxxxstuff )
Summery: Your parents are out and you're alone with your step brother, who also happens to be the best looking guy in Hawkins
Warnings: 18+ Only!! MINORS DNI, SMUT: language, Billy being Billy, but with softness because that's just how I write him, stepcest, pseudocest, everyone in this fic is an adult and everything is consensual, oral sex (f receiving), squirting
My Masterlist in case you need more Billy
Divider by @cafekitsune
You hum softly to yourself, sitting at your vanity after an everything shower, pulling on a pair of tiny red panties, with this sweet delicate lace around the edges and an almost matching tank top, mostly just the lace around the straps that matches, the color not quite the same. Something about this little mismatched set you bought for yourself that you love. The way it hugs you in just the right way, making your cleavage pop. Something about it makes you feel really pretty.
You stand up and do a little twirl in front of the full length mirror that's attached to the outside of your closet door, admiring the way the lacy fabric feels against your moisturized skin, on this achingly hot Indiana summer evening. Your hair still damp, but drying fast in the heat, making it pretty and fluffy. No way were you using the hairdryer, not just when you've cooled yourself down with a shower.
The house to yourself tonight, your mom and her husband Neil, no way were you ever calling that man your dad, going out for the night. A date, you think. Why she married him you will never understand. Of course you should be out on a date tonight too, but your sometimes boyfriend Steve kind of bores you lately, so you lied to him, told him you had to babysit. You assume your step brother Billy has a date, because he's never home, usually out with some blonde bimbo. You always can hear him sneaking back in the house at like 3 am. Can always smell the weed baking off him from the next room.
You take one last look at yourself in the mirror and smile before your bare feet pad down the steps softly. When you get close to the last step you can hear the tv playing in the living room. You sigh dramatically when you walk in and see Billy sprawled out on the couch, shirtless as usual, at this point you weren't even sure he owned a shirt. His thick thighs spread wide as he watches some dumb zombie movie. Box fan blowing directly on him, making his curls dance around his shoulders, taking a swig from a can of one of Neil's cheap beers.
Seriously. You just wanted to eat some peach sherbet and watch Dallas in peace. You absolutely never get the house to yourself.
Your eyes linger on him for a beat. Annoying as fuck, but you can't deny how good looking that boy is. Yeah, okay he's your step brother, but technically you're not related, right? He'd probably call you a perv or something if he knew the thoughts you had about him sometimes, especially when he comes home from basketball practice, all sweaty, muscles popping. You don't feel too bad about it though, since you've definitely seen him checking out your tits.
"Of course you're watching something stupid."
You say, walking out to the fridge real quick to grab a Cherry Coke. Opening it, taking a long sip, walking back in the doorway of the living room and glancing at the tv.
Billy just scoffs. Sleepy eyes catch sight as you walk in front of him on your way to the other side of the couch. Can't help but let his blue eyes wander all over your body, taking in every bounce and jiggle.
"The fuck you wearing?"
Mutters, his gaze lingering on the way those tiny red panty straps dig into your plush hips, the way your tank top stretches taut over your perfect tits. And those legs... shit, you've got some nice legs.
Truth was he thought you were beautiful, always did, something soft and pretty about the way you laugh and the way your hair falls around your face, but fuck, you're his step sister now, even though he never really treated you that way. Not really. You were too sexy and you two too close in age, the whole marriage thing so new to you both, felt more like you were just roommates, and weren't now suddenly related.
You.
Looking like sin all the time when he's just trying to exist in his own house. The sexy little things you do. Always knew you were stealing his smokes by the pretty pink lip gloss you left on the filter. The way you bounced around in skimpy little tops and tiny shorts, like you forgot there were men in the house now. Always parading around in some trashy little outfit, as if it isn't hard enough having you close all the time, let alone half naked. Thinks you probably do it on purpose, just to get a rise out of him.
Fuckn' slut.
His bare thigh starts bouncing quick, up and down, both annoyed and incredibly turned on just from the way your pretty hair blows from the fan, a whiff of something feminine hitting his nose... roses? Vanilla maybe, and the fact that he can see your nipples poking out against the fabric of your top. Jesus. His cock starting to get hard, staring at those bouncy tits, his mind already filled with all the dirty things he'd like to do to you, here in the dark room, with no one else home... and if you weren't his sister of course.
Fuck, he thinks... this is going to be a long night.
Blows air out from his pursed lips, shifting on the couch.
"It's hot, Billy! Plus, I didn't think you were home. Don't you have a date or something?"
You plop down on the couch, not even really noticing the way he's looking at you right now. You grab the remote from the table and start flipping through the channels, trying to find something more interesting than whatever gore fest he's watching.
Like lightning he grabs the remote from your hand, his thick fingers brushing rough against yours as he puts Dawn of the Dead back on the screen.
"I was watchin' that!"
Shoots you a look. Spreading his legs even wider just to give you less room, leaning back again against the cushions, arms stretched out along the back.
"Sorry."
You scoff.
Just grunts in response, not taking his eyes off the tv. No way was he giving you the satisfaction of staring at you since you probably came down here to make him hard and then giggle about it.
You glance down, watching his thigh brushing against yours. Billy's thighs though... wow... they're deliciously thick and meaty. The way his tiny shorts barely contain his bulge. You swear you can see an outline and it makes your cheeks flush all hot. As if you weren't already hot enough, that fan doing absolutely nothing but blow more hot air around. Plus his nipples are hard and you think they're really cute, always poking out all the time, even in this heat. You stupidly want to pinch one... bet he likes that kinda shit. Seems like he would.
"Your junk is practically spilling out. I don't need to see that shit."
You lie, getting mad at yourself for being so horny, your eyes can't help but drift down to Billy's lap, the way the muscles in his legs flex, and his semi hard cock kind of bobs around a little because that stupid bouncing leg of his.
Scrunches his brows in your direction, then a little smug look crossing his face.
"Can't help if I'm packin', princess."
Returns his attention back to the tv, but keeps that stupid smirk.
"You're so gross, Billy."
You scoff, tearing your eyes away from between his thighs and watching this stupid movie because you have nothing better to do. You just try and ignore the heat that's pooling between your legs, because clearly you're a pervert. Great, now your panties are starting to feel a little damp. You sigh and try to get comfy, but the truth was you were hyper aware of the intense fever like heat baking off his golden skin. You take a giant sip of your Cherry Coke, trying to cool off and be rational for once in your life.
"I'm gross? Just sitting here watching a movie, doll, unlike you... prancing around half naked."
Chuckles soft, condescending tone in that little laugh.
"I'm not prancing, Billy. It's hot and this is my house too. I can wear whatever I want!"
You say. Watching his profile, you notice his jaw tense up and his leg stop bouncing.
Turns the tv up louder to drown you out, drown out his dirty thoughts. Curses under his breath, his cock throbs and he shifts again, trying to make it less obvious.
"You have a boner, asshole?"
You ask, because for some reason you couldn't stop talking about his dick.
"What the fuck do you think!" (he says your name). "Course I have a fuckn' boner, when you're sitting there in those slutty ass clothes."
He says, clearly annoyed, his cheeks flushed to the prettiest red and you can't tell if he's just hot, or really horny.
"Seriously, Billy... I..."
Just then there's a particularly gruesome jump scare on the screen and it makes you yelp, and you suddenly feel like an idiot. Billy snorts, looking over at you.
"What the fuck, dumb ass."
Teases, smirking, then poking a finger at your waist, right at the spot where your tank top rides up slightly, exposing a bit of your soft, pretty skin.
"Shut up, asshole!"
You giggle, can't help it, swatting away his hand.
"Haha! Someone's ticklish."
Keeps tickling your side softly, his fingers making a little come hither movement against your skin.
"NO!... I'm not ticklish!!"
You erupt into laughter, trying so hard to keep your eyes on the screen, but his fingers continue assaulting you. You start hiccoughing and smacking at his hand.
"Jesus, sounds like you're having a fuckn' panic attack."
Cackles, using both hands now to grip around your waist while you squirm and breathlessly giggle, little squeaks coming out of you, as he pins you down, his thick fingers still dancing along your skin, making your head spin all dizzy.
"Stop, Billy, please! I can't... omg..."
You beg, arching yourself up into his body. Your hands gripping his biceps as he hovers above you.
"Please what? Huh? Please... stop?... or please DON"T stop!"
All you see is a hint of perfect white teeth looking down at you wickedly before your eyes squeeze shut in laughter. He presses you more firm against the couch cushions and you swear you can feel his boner pressing against your thigh before you get lost in another fit of laughter.
Pretty blue irises blown wide, his fingers still suddenly. Big hand coming to rest on the soft skin of your belly, which is covered in goosebumps. You stop laughing and suddenly everything feels kind of electric, the way he's looking down at you, the smell of his cigarette breath against your lips. He's just so beautifully warm and heavy.
So pretty, the way your eyes look up at him, in a way he can't quite read. The light of the tv flickers across the soft features of your face, your hair splayed out against the cushions. You don't notice how his cock twitches being this close to you, but it does.
You see his pulse fluttering at the base of his throat and the beautiful freckles that are dusted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. You just stare at each other for a beat. Like time standing still, for just a moment. It's all so heady, his breath, sweat, cigarettes, subtle cologne... something amber and masculine. Makes your pussy wet and kind of tingle, aching for him to lean harder against you, to rut his cock roughly over your slit.
Blue eyes search yours, something dark and intense behind them. They fall to your full lips and linger there for a beat, flicking back up to meet your eyes again.
Thick fingers pull on the delicate lace strap of your panties, then letting go so it snaps back against your hip.
"Where'd you get these?"
Billy asks, and your breath hitches softly, eyes widen, feeling his fingers playing with the strip of lace. You swear his voice drops an octave, it's deep, dangerous and it causes goosebumps to erupt, making your nipples embarrassingly pebble under your top. Palm resting hard against your hip, his fingers rubbing against the fabric there.
"I... I bought them."
You stammer, not exactly sure why you suddenly feel self conscious.
"Where? Where'd you get them?"
You blush, squirming a little beneath him. Why does he care? You're not used to him being like this, so serious. More used to him being a dick and teasing the fuck out of you.
"I got them at that new mall... Starcourt..."
You trail off, worried that maybe he thinks they're ugly or that they'd look better on someone else. Someone prettier than you. You're waiting for the punch line. Waiting for him to sit up and laugh in your face. You've seen the girls he brings home when your parents are at work. They don't look like you. Your heart pounds so hard you swear he can feel it through his hand.
"They're real pretty. Red's your color."
Lifting himself up slightly, so his eyes can scan your body beneath him. The way the lace hugs your curves, the contrast with your skin tone. He can see the way your breath comes faster now and it makes his blood run hot in in veins. Wants to rip those panties right off and fuck you stupid right here, on the family couch, where everyone sits and watches The Wonderful World of Disney.
"Oh."
Is all you can say.
"Red is most definitely your color."
Murmurs, almost a growl, voice husky and deep and you practically melt, right there into the couch cushions.
It's wrong. You know it is. But is it really? I mean you didn't ask for your parents to get married. Didn't ask for a new brother. You just want him to touch you, is that so bad? Just want him to do absolutely disgustingly terrible things to your body, right here.
Big hand slides lower, fingers tracing the edge of lace, teasing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Can feel how hot you are there, how soft, making him ache to touch every inch of your beautiful body, making him ache to do something he might regret.
"You buy these for Harrington?"
Your eyes go wide. What the hell. Yeah, okay, you were seeing Steve for like two weeks, but it wasn't any of Billy's business, besides it wasn't anything serious. To be honest you didn't even think he knew or cared about you and Steve.
"NO! I didn't buy these for Steve."
You snap, voice defensive for some reason. Like how can he be so stupid. Steve couldn't ever make you feel the way he makes you feel. But you can't say that out loud, can you? Shouldn't even be thinking it.
His jaw clenches and you swear you see jealousy in those blue eyes.
"It's none of your business who I buy panties for. I'm not one of your little groupies, Billy."
You snap, making him chuckle.
"Groupies, huh? You listening at my door, little girl?"
You try to push against his chest, half heartedly shove him off of you, but he's a thick wall and doesn't budge, and truth was, you didn't really want him off of you.
"What do I care who you bring home."
You lie.
"Sounds like someone's jealous, you jealous, princess?"
Asks, looking down at your pretty doe eyes, little soft smirk plays on his lips. You swallow, little huff leaving your lips. Why's he like this? Calling you all these sweet little names, like you're his girlfriend or some shit and not literally related to you.
"I'm not jealous, Billy."
Voice shaking soft, suddenly feeling like you want to cry. Not sure if he's just playing with you, teasing you. You wouldn't put it past him. He's a dick most of the time and he probably gets off on making girls cry.
"You know, you don't gotta be jealous."
Wicked little look in his eyes, watching you get all flustered beneath him. Can see jealousy written all over your face, but truth was he was jealous too. For whatever reason, wanted you all to himself. Asshole Harrington can't please a girl like you.
"I know... I mean, I'm not, Billy."
You whisper.
"Open your mouth, pretty girl."
You hesitate for a moment, your heart beating hard, staring up at him.
"Wha...?"
Sleepy blue eyes filled with a hunger that makes your stomach flutter in excitement.
"Open. Your. Mouth."
Your pink pretty tongue darting out to wet your lower lip, then opening up for him, nice and slow, Billy's gaze like a magnet, looking down at your pretty pink lips.
Leans in and spits directly into your open mouth, the warmth landing on your tongue, your eyes flutter softly and your mouth closes as you swallow it down, your eyes on his the whole time.
Billy growls deep.
"Now we're like blood brothers."
Chuckles to himself, only making you laugh in his face. Like this is some kind of sibling bonding experience. Catches you off guard. He can be so stupid sometimes.
"You're such a dumbass, Billy."
You laugh, gripping his biceps, but he's suddenly serious again, his face leaning in closer to yours.
"You buy these panties for me?" (He says your name).
You stop smiling, your body on fire, his words so deep and hot against your lips. No... you didn't... right? Did you? Did you hope he would see you, get hard and jerk off thinking about your pussy. Jerk off all over your pussy.
Slowly shake your head no.
"Cause I think you did. Coming downstairs half naked like a little slut. Think it's funny? Making your brother's big cock all hard, huh?"
You feel a heat in your cheeks again.
"I just... wanted to be comfy, that's all, Billy... I..."
You want to look away, shy and embarrassed again, the the sounds of the tv fade away and all you can hear is your own heartbeat in your ears.
"Yeah? Are you, baby? Comfy? Cause these seem a little small... little too tight."
Snaps the lace strap against your skin again.
You bite your lower lip, trying to ignore the way your pussy feels right now. How absolutely soaked you were.
Thing was, you knew they dug into your hips, that they rode up your curves, and that's what you liked about them. What you thought, maybe he might like about them.
"You got a cute little bush under there?"
Smirks, tongue peeking out between his perfect teeth.
"Billy... seriously... you should get up."
You squirm and he just chuckles, enjoying that you're quite stuck beneath him right now.
"I don't think you want me to."
You don't move to push him off, something naughty about the way Billy makes you feel. Something dirty and sexy. No other guy has ever made you feel sexy before. Sure guys can be crude, but Billy talks in this intense way that makes you feel like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"Let me feel how soft they are."
Billy isn't asking. His thick fingers rub along your mound, the wispy thin fabric not much of a barrier between his hot touch and your aching cunt. Your back arches, slightly off the couch.
"Billy!"
You kind of squeak, kind of huff. Your pretty Cherry Coke breath tickling his nose, making his cock rock hard and leaking, leaving a wet spot on the front of his black shorts.
"You want me to stop?"
You bite your lip, then moan softly as his fingers rub along the fabric.
"Mmmm."
Fingers dip beneath the lace and you moan again, those sexy, thick fingers brushing directly against your bare cunt. You grab his wrist, not pushing him away, just holding onto him.
"Billy... oh, Billy."
Random little sounds spilling past your lips. His fingers slide along your swollen folds, slipping through your slick. Your head falls back, eyes close tight, every thought about how wrong this is, completely vanishes.
"So wet, princess. This all for me? Yeah, angel... need your big brother's fingers touching this pretty cunt?"
"Jesus, Billy."
You let out a breathy little moan, his hot breath against your face and you feel like you could cum from just this, from his fingers stroking up and down your slit. Why does he talk like that? Say such filthy things. Things Steve never says to you, no boy ever has. And why does your body react, every nerve ending alive. Your hips grinding against his hand, shamelessly.
"Gonna be a good girl for me?"
You whimper and writhe around, how easy it is for Billy. You've heard the girls in his bedroom, the screaming and moaning and you thought, how dramatic and desperate those girls are, but now you understand, and he's barely touching you. Hasn't even kissed you, but you're soaked just from his breath, and his fingers.
You let out a little gasp when his rough thumb rubs against your swollen clit in little circles. Your fingers still wrapped tightly around his wrist, digging in, like somehow you could control him.
Your eyes flutter open when he moves away, sits up, taking the pressure of his weight off your body. You're panting softly, looking up at him with soft pretty eyes.
"Show me, baby girl. Show your big brother that perfect little pussy."
You take a small deep, shaky breath, your heart racing, staring up at those sleepy blue eyes. They're burning into you, filled with such deep lust and hunger it makes your belly flutter. You start to slowly slide your panties down your smooth thighs.
Truth was you've never really shown yourself to anyone like this before. Something so raw and naughty in the way he's looking at you. Lifting your hips and pulling them completely off, laying before your step brother so exposed and naked. You've never felt so turned on in your life. So taboo and disgustingly wrong, it's only making you hotter the more you think about it. Your legs open softly, shyly, showing him your pretty slick folds.
Spreads your legs open with his thick hands, spreading you wide for him. Your pussy slick and aching. Places soft kisses on your inner thigh. Thick fingers trail along your slick slit, feeling the scorching heat and wetness, circles your hole with the pad of his finger, not pushing inside, just grazing your opening.
His cock hard and aching, pressing into the couch, something needy and slow in the way he grinds himself against the cushion, just the sight of your perfect cunt could make him shoot his fat load right here and now, all over the damn couch.
"So fuckn' pretty."
Pushes a single finger into your tight pussy, groaning deep in his throat at the warmth. Pumps his finger slowly in and out, making you moan. Your walls squeeze him, as he gently finger fucks your dripping cunt. Pumps a little faster and deeper with each thrust, wet sounds flood over the sounds of the tv still playing in the background.
"Fuck, you're so tight. Such a sweet little thing, aren't you?"
Groans, his breath ragged, gives your thigh little nips with his teeth, then soothing over the spots with the flat of his hot tongue.
"Loving this, aren't ya, princess? Love having your big brother's fat fingers inside your needy little cunt?"
Doesn't wait for you to respond, adds a second finger, curling them just right, rubbing that delicious spot inside you. You bite your lower lip and watch his pretty face. Eyes hazy and half lidded. Pretty curls fall softly on his forehead and you think you could cum just looking at his perfect face.
"Wanna taste this pretty little cunt. Can I taste your pussy, baby girl?"
You nod, spreading your legs wider, offering yourself to him, suddenly your horniness stronger than your shyness. You're aching for his tongue on you, opening yourself like a pretty little flower as he fucks his fingers deep in your hole.
Leans his head down, holding you open with one hand, fucking you with the other. Blows softly onto your spread cunt, his curls falling down and tickling against your skin. Places hot, wet, sloppy kisses right on your clit, sucking the sweet little nub between his lips, like he's making out with it. Little sounds coming from deep in his throat. Sucks it softly between his teeth, stopping to give it little kitten licks. The whole time he alternates between closing his eyes in pure bliss, to looking up at you, watching the pretty things you do with your face.
"Billy... what the fuck... oh my god!"
Fingers thread through his hair. You've never felt anything so good in your life. Most guys don't do this, or if they do they don't know what they're doing.
But Billy. God, Billy knew exactly what to do.
Your pussy squeezing his fingers as they pump in and out, pressure starting to coil deep in your belly, wetness dripping all over his face and fingers. Eating you like he's starving, like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. Taking his time, savoring his meal. Tongue circling your swollen nub, then suckling hard like it's the sweetest candy.
It's too much. It's not enough. You whimper and moan. Gripping his curls then letting them go. Pushing your hips into his face.
Shakes his head from side to side, making a cute little growl, like a puppy with a toy. Laps quick strips up your cunt, before pushing his fingers in deeper. The silver ring he wears on his middle finger soaked with your slick.
Billy is completely drunk on your pussy. His cheeks burning red, gripping your thigh hard, keeping you open for him. Leaving finger prints against your skin. Blue eyes gaze up through beautifully long, dark eyelashes. Curls a gorgeous mess, falling into his eyes, what doesn't fall, you grip tightly in your fist by the damn roots. His hot mouth latched on your swollen nub, suckling soft.
God why's he have to be this pretty?
"Gonna cum on your big brother's fingers like a desperate little slut?"
Deep voice vibrating against your clit. Adds a third finger, stretching your walls obscenely. Your fingers knotted even tighter in his curls. Legs close around his head, holding him as you scream, back arching.
You.
Just wants you to lose it all over his face. Make his little step sister cum harder than she's ever cum, just from his mouth. He can't think, intoxicated by the sweet smell of your cunt in his face, the softness of your thigh in his hand, the obscene wetness that coats his digits with every deep thrust.
Billy lifts his head slightly, then spits down on your pussy, then lapping it all up.
"Oh God... ohh... FUCK!"
You moan, hips jerking, trying to close your legs around his big head, but he's holding you open and pushing himself deeper between your thighs, licking and sucking like a man starved. You feel it, that burning deep in your belly. Your head moves back and forth against the cushions, small tear falling down the side of your cheek, feels too good. Your entire body goes stiff, both your hands grab his head and hold it against your cunt as you rut into his face and cum.
"That's my girl, I got'chu baby."
Smirks against your now sensitive pussy, your thighs trembling against his ears as your orgasm starts to subside. Doesn't let up though, keeps sucking your clit, lapping, fingers buried still, pumping nice and deep. You feel so full, three fingers knuckle deep in your tight hole.
Rutting his big cock against the cushions, face pushed deep into your sweet smelling cunt, fingers and face soaked with your slick. Groans, his cock twitching in his shorts, spilling his load all over himself, all over his shorts, all over the couch.
"Fuck, such a little slut... fuck."
Cums hard. Gives you the sweetest little moan, he's so soft and pretty. Lost in the pleasure of your delicious pussy. Never tasted a pussy so sweet in his life.
Kneels back just a little, cock still stiff as he spreads your legs wider. Licks across his lips then dives back down between your spread thighs. Tongue back on your nub, sucking hard. Fingers of his other hand back fucking into you hard and fast.
"Please, Billy... I can't. It's too much... too sensitive."
You whimper, your voice hoarse, your throat feels dry and tight, but your hips are moving on their own, grinding against his face, pussy clenching tight around his thrusting fingers, rubbing you raw.
Lapping at you like a hungry dog, too focused on his his own hunger to stop now, burying himself deeper against you.
"Shhh angel, I know you got another in you. Gonna squirt for me? Yeah, baby girl?"
Warm mouth, softly suckling your swollen clit. You've never in your life felt anything this intense.
"I don't know how... Billy."
Your voice needy and whiny, the pressure building fast again, coiling tight in your core. His hot breath washing over your pussy, tongue flicking your clit as he smirks against your sensitive skin, loving how sweet and needy you sound. Thrusts hard inside your tight heat, other hand pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers, flicking it and squeezing.
"Gonna gush all over your big brother's face, like a good girl?"
Your body trembles, intense pleasure coiling, ready to snap.
"God, Billy... feels so good, please don't... don't stop!"
You don't have time to think, his tongue is flat and pressed against your sensitive bud again, fingers filling your tight hole, his pretty lips sealing around her, sucking softly, making soft little noises in his throat.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you once again. You cry out, practically pulling the curls right out of his head while he laps at your folds, everything going white as you cum hard, squirting over Billy's hand, soaking his mouth and chin, dripping down, all over the couch.
"Oh Billy... fuck... I'm sorry... oooooh."
You're seeing stars. You ride out the most amazing orgasm of your life. But, you're also so confused and a little embarrassed. You've never done that before. Didn't even know it was possible, and it's like he told you to and you just did.
Moans, and chuckles soft against your cunt. Laps at you like it's the sweetest honey he's ever tasted.
"Billy... I've never... what the fuck!"
You cry.
""Mmm, there were go baby girl. Shh... you did good. Squirted like a good girl. So fuckn' hot, baby."
Nuzzles your pussy, placing soft little kisses on your folds, looking up at you with this little smirk. Kisses your thighs, almost tender, giving you little nips and sweet soft kisses all over. One hand laying flat on your belly, the other still gripping your thigh.
Your fingers let go of his curls quickly when you hear the jingle of keys fumbling at the front door. Your eyes fly open wide. Fuck. Your parents are back! Panic shoots through both of you.
"Billy... up!"
You push against his shoulder, trying to sit up.
"Fuck."
Billy hisses, adjusting his shorts, as you scramble to get your panties back on. You look at him and his face is shiny with your slick, in the light of the flickering tv. You motion with your arm for him to wipe and he does. Then he grabs a pillow and places it in front of the giant wet patch on his shorts.
Susan pops her head in.
"Hey guys, forgot my purse."
She says, scrunching her face at the gruesome scene that plays on the tv.
"You know... Little House on the Prairie should be on now. You two should watch that, instead of... well... whatever this is."
Billy chuckles and you shoot him a look.
"Yeah, yeah... were just gonna turn that on, weren't we?"
He laughs and looks over at you. You avoid looking directly at him. Just nod. Your heart hammering in your chest.
"Well... see you two in a few hours. Be good, and don't watch that stuff. it's going to give you nightmares."
Susan smiles, grabbing her purse and closing the door behind her.
Billy looks at you and winks, little smug expression on his lips and you smile back.
"Omg... Billy... what the actual fuck!"
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
"Don't sweat it, princess. No big deal, we didn't even kiss... so."
He shrugs, standing up slowly.
"I mean... not on the lips anyway."
His tongue runs across his bottom lip all slow and disgustingly obnoxious.
"You probably wanna clean up that couch though. You made quite a mess."
He adds, smiling and ruffling your hair like you're some little kid. Lazily sauntering off to the next room.
Billy has almost beat Steve Harrington at everything he was once the best at. There is just one more thing left to obtain.
His girl.
CW: Smut, Breeding kink if you squint (wrap before you tap lmao) some manipulation, spitting, crying, some slapping idk, Billy is kinda a dick, cheating.
You weren't quite sure how you ended up befriending Billy Hargrove, but you did. You supposed it was the genuine interest that he showed in you. You weren't attracted to him like other girls were, you were just happy that someone seemed to care about the little things you had to say.
Steve had warned you. He had been completely furious when he found out you were speaking to him in the first place. You couldn't particularly blame him. You knew that Steve was jealous of the other boy. Billy had come in a like a tornado and scooped up all of Steve's hard work to take over the school.
It started small, so small that you barely noticed Billy's presence around you at first. He was just suddenly there with his pearly white smile and charismatic attitude. You could see why girls flocked to him so easily, but you were loyal to Steve.
"Is this yours?" You looked over your shoulder as Billy leaned in close to you, the smell of mint and cigarettes lingering on his breath. You looked at the wooden pencil he was holding in his hand.
"Maybe?" You set your book down, looking across your desk to see that you had knocked your pencil off without meaning to. You reached over to grab it, your fingers knocking against his as he handed you the pencil, "Thank you. You're a lifesaver." You teased softly as you sat it back on your desk. His smile only grew at your words.
"I'm Billy," He held his hand out and you hesitantly took a hold of his rough palm. You watched as he clasped his free hand on top of your palm, sandwiching your hand between his, "I don't know if we've met before?"
You almost told him that you knew who he was. It was only his first week at school and everyone had already been talking about him. That included your boyfriend. You thought it was a bit silly, worrying about his status and everything else when he'd be graduating in a few months. He had changed for the better, but you were worried he was on a slippery slope back to his previous self with how threatened he acted.
"Probably not," You smiled kindly as he released your hand, "We'll see each other at basketball games. I'm a cheerleader." You responded as you made small talk. You weren't really sure what Steve had been so worried about. He seemed pleasant as his smile grew.
"Good, I hope to see you around." There wasn't much to the conversation in your opinion, but you had given Billy everything he needed to know about you, like you were an open book.
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"Do you understand this?" You were taken aback as Billy shuffled his desk towards yours, his knees brushing against your bare skin as you looked over to the paper he was holding. You squinted your eyes for a moment, having a hard time reading his handwriting.
"Oh, yeah. You just haven’t been carrying your numbers. So do it like this instead,” He scooted closer to watch you write out the problem for him. You paid no attention to how his eyes watched you, already used to the way he held contact, “Like this.” You pushed the paper back towards him. He looked over it for a moment, biting on his pencil.
“That makes a bit more sense,” He admitted slowly. He looked up to face you, his blue eyes flickering in the sunlight as he smiled gently. You felt your heart hammering in your chest, “Thank you. Steve didn’t mention you were smart.” You bit your lip, smiling at the mention of your boyfriend.
“What did he mention about me?” You smiles, thinking Billy was going to offer you another compliment that Steve had gushed about you. Billy chuckled, flicking his tongue across his bottom lip.
“Not much, he said you’re good with your mouth,” You stared in horror, feeling your body warm. Steve had mentioned that to you before, but you didn’t like that he was telling other people. You gulped hard, “Just locker room talk.” Billy admitted as his knee brushed against yours again. You nodded, trying not to act bothered as you turned away from him. You missed the smirk on his face and the way he looked at you as if you were a snack.
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"I don't like you being around him," Steve was irritated after he crawled off of you. You sat up a bit, pulling the blanket over your chest as you stared at him confused, "Hargrove. I don't like you hanging out with Hargrove." You frowned, staring at his back muscles as he moved.
"I wouldn't really classify it as hanging out. He gave me his jacket because I was cold." You retorted as you furrowed your eyebrows together. Steve still looked pissed as he sat to the side of the bed. You weren't used to fighting with him and didn't understand why you were fighting so much recently. You had known Steve since grade school and remained semi friends through your schooling experience. It wasn't until his recent split with Nancy that he had shown interest you. You still weren't convinced that he hadn't used you as a rebound, but you had been together so long since then that it didn't seem to bother you anymore.
"It's because he wants you," Steve snapped as he pushed a hand through his thick hair, "He's flirting with you to get to me." You sat up further, moving the blankets so you could try and look at him. You had seen the girls Billy went after and you certainly didn't lump yourself into that group.
"Steve, this is getting out of hand. I think you're getting too paranoid. Does anyone really care about status that much?" You weren't super popular, but being on Steve's arm did leave you lumped into that crowd. You really didn't care about any of that, however, and didn't know why Steve let it get to him so much. He huffed.
"Yes, literally everyone cares about that but you." He sounded bitter, and you felt your eyes soften as you watched the hardened lines grow on his face as he was in deep thought. You sighed.
"I really don't talk to him. I promise and I'm sorry for wearing his jacket. I didn't think it was a big deal at the time," You decided apologizing was better than keeping on about some dumb fight. You knew that this was just knew to him. He was used to being the center of attention and having lots of friends. Now, his friend group had basically become just you while the rest huddled towards Billy. Steve was used to being a leader and not a follower.
"Maybe you should go," Steve sighed and you watched as he stood to hand you your clothes. You stared at the pile in your lap as you looked up at him surprised, "I have a lot to think about." You opened your mouth and shut it right away. You had planned this weekend specifically because his parents were out of town and now, he was kicking you out?
"Seriously?" You huffed as you began to dress yourself, completely irritated in the childish way he was acting, "You need to get over yourself. No one is out to get you." You shimmied your pants up over your hips, watching how he looked like he wanted to argue back. You didn't let him get the chance to start again before you were stomping down the clean hallway and down the stairs and out into the cool night sky.
You wrapped your arms around yourself as you began to trek your way back to your house. You cursed Steve for his extremely fancy house that was positioned out in the middle of nowhere as you began to lose yourself in your thoughts.
Anymore it felt like your relationship was too full, like Billy was driving a wedge between the two of you. All Steve could do was complain about something he had done that made him feel even more less than before.
You didn't think you were being disrespectful in your relationship. You still didn't classify Billy as a friend, but anymore he was a lot easier to talk to than Steve. He didn't complain about social status or how hard his life was at the moment. He asked about your interests and genuinely seemed to care about what you had to say. Then again, maybe you should give Steve the benefit of the doubt. Then you remembered how he was making you walk all the way home in the chill, dark and you felt yourself growing irritated all over again.
You felt yourself tense as a car slowed near you, driving with your pace. You tried to ignore it, hugging yourself tighter. If you ended up dying you would be haunting Steve for the rest of his miserable life,“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” You were shocked to hear Billy’s voice. He appeared like the devil himself, looking rather pleased as he realized who had been walking on their own, “Need a ride?” You forgot all about your conversation with Steve, nodding as you climbed your way into the car. You were too freaked out about being abducted now to care about your boyfriends complaints.
“Thanks,” You buckled up quickly, watching as he put his smoke out, “I can pay you back.” Billy shook his head, reaching forward to turn his music down.
“It’s no problem. Where do you live?” He questioned you softly. You felt like he wasn’t this nice with anyone else but figured that was Steve’s voice crawling inside you. You told him the address, sitting back as you relaxed a bit.
“You have a nice car,” You told him politely, trying to make conversation as he took his time driving you home, “It must’ve been expensive.”
“Not really,” Billy chuckled, “I fixed most of it up myself. What about you? Do you drive?” He kept turning the conversation towards you. You were pleasantly surprised. It felt like it had been a long time since anyone had been interested in you. What you liked, what you did. You happily rambled on, not paying attention to how Billy was taking the long way to get to your house.
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Then, the moments started to grow. He started to be there for you more often than Steve was. You began to rely on him more, misjudging his actions to be friendly.
"Can you pick me up tonight?" You asked Steve as you leaned against the locker in your cheerleading uniform. People were rushing by to get out of school, and you didn't blame them. You'd rather be heading home than staying to practice as well. Steve sighed, slamming his locker shut as he shoved his books into his backpack. Your smiled hardened, understanding he was going through a lot at the moment.
"I'll try. I have," He paused for a moment, "I have something going on tonight." You felt your eyebrows furrowing as you listened to him. He had never been so vague before.
"Something? Like what? You're going to miss basketball practice?" You rushed all of your questions out at once, trying to understand your boyfriend. He sighed, irritated.
"Does it matter? Something is going on and I can't make practice or pick you up. My life doesn't revolve around you, you know." He spit out angrily. You were floored. He never spoke to you in such a manner before. Whatever he was going through, he was blaming you for it. You found yourself frowning.
"Sorry I'm such a bother. I'll find my own way home." You muttered, pulling your backpack over your shoulder as you turned away before he could say anything else. You didn't need this, you didn't deserve this. You hadn't done anything wrong to him.
You were still mad through practice, missing most of your usual moves and beats. Chrissy had tried to talk to you, to ask you what was going on but you brushed her off too. Steve had left you in a rotten mood. It had been building for weeks and now it felt like it was becoming too much for you to handle.
"Don't tell me you're walking," The familiar blue Camaro appeared next to you, driving slowly as you made your way down the dirt path out of the school. You sighed, wanting to simmer in your anger on the long trek home, "Hey, what's wrong?" You stopped in your spot, feeling all of the emotions bubbling up inside of you as you turned to face him.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm walking home. I'm fine," You forced out, parading the best smile as you could manage. Billy looked at you unamused thorough his shades, "Seriously, I can walk home."
"Get in," He said simply as he stopped his car. He blew smoke out towards you as he waited for you to make up your mind. You sighed, thinking that it would serve Steve right to see you get in Billy's car, "I'll drive nice and slow, just for you." Billy teased. You scoffed, getting in the passenger seat and buckling up.
"You're such a gentleman," You teased with a roll of your eyes, "Take a left on this street." You told him, beginning to give him directions to your house. He flicked his eyes over towards you as you remembered he had already taken you to your house before.
"Something on your mind?" He questioned, lighting a cigarette as he glanced at you. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, shrugging as you glanced towards him.
"There's just a lot going on, I guess." You admitted, finding an odd comfort as you sat in his blaring car. You glanced at him, watching the way his curls moved in the wind. It was nice, being somewhere and not having to listen to someone complain about him. You weren't sure if that was the best thing to admit.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, looking at you uncertainly as he inhaled his cigarette. You watched the way the smoke tumbled from his pink lips. It felt nice having someone interested in what you were thinking about. Steve had been too wrapped up in his own problems recently to listen to you.
"Steve is just acting weird," You weren't sure why you blurted it out, maybe it felt like you had no one else to say it to. You could feel anger forming in the base of your stomach again, thinking about how quick Steve was to leave you to the side, "I don' t know, he's just frustrating sometimes." You leaned back in your seat, feeling bad for talking about your boyfriend in this manner. Billy glanced at you in keen interest as he pulled into your driveway.
"He wasn't at practice today," Billy told you what you already knew, "That's pretty weird." He took the last drag from his cigarette, watching you with keen interest. You swallowed a lump in your chest, wondering if he was thinking the same thing you were.
"Thanks for the ride," You replied with a soft smile, unbuckling your seatbelt, "I really appreciate it." You knew you would just spiral if you continued to think about what your boyfriend was too busy with that, he couldn't give you a drive home.
"What are you doing with him?" Your head snapped up, looking at your porch where Steve was resting on one of the top steps. You felt a bit sheepish, thinking about how you had just been talking about him.
"He gave me a ride, so I didn't have to walk in the dark." You replied dryly, putting on your backpack before taking slow steps towards Steve. He completely ignored your words.
"I thought I said I didn't want you hanging out around him," Steve looked at you betrayed, glaring towards the blue car that was still sitting in your driveway, "He's an asshole." You felt your shoulders stiffening in defense.
"I can make my own judgement. He gave me a ride, that's it," You were getting irritated, feeling a bit embarrassed that you were arguing while Billy was still watching, "Seriously. You're making a big deal out of nothing."
"He's not bothering you, is he?" You turned, watching Billy stand outside of his car. He was smoking again, watching you with concern. Steve scoffed, looking at you incredulously.
"Can you believe him? Asking if I'm bothering you," Steve pushed his hands through his hair, obviously ruffled as he took a step towards Billy. You followed him, not really wanting the two boys to get in a fight in front of your house. You'd have a hard time explaining that to your parents, "You can leave now." He hissed, glaring at Billy. You were too concerned with trying to keep your boyfriend calm that you missed the smirk on Billy's face.
"Just go," You were mad, giving Steve a serious look, "You're acting ridiculous. Just go home, Steve." You were exasperated but you still felt bad when he looked at you like you had smacked him.
"What about him?" He motioned towards Billy, his tone suddenly not sounding as angry as he looked at you desperately.
"He was trying to leave before you came out here acting all crazy," You protested, feeling the need to defend yourself. Steve's brown eyes softened, like he had just realized how brash he had been, "Seriously, just go home and rest. Or do something. I have homework to do." You felt a bit guilty, but you meant your words. You were too exhausted to listen to him complain about Billy tonight. You knew he would be mad at you, but you didn't care.
"Have a good night." Billy's voice carried through the thick tension, a hint of amusement in his tone as you walked up the stairs to your home. You thought about turning to wave to him but decided against it, not wanting Steve to have any more fuel to accuse you of anything.
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"We can study up here," You walked up the staircasing, showing Billy up to your room. You had been partnered together for a presentation and you were hoping that you would get it done with quickly. You didn't need Steve showing up to your house, pouting because you were around Billy again, "It's a bit messy." You quickly kicked some things out of the way, trying to clear up the entrance way to your cluttered bedroom before reaching for your other homework you'd been working on.
After speaking with your boyfriends again you had agreed to stay away from Billy. You knew there had been nothing malicious about your behavior but decided that it was better to agree to his terms than continue to fight. It had worked for a while, until you realized he was talking to Nancy again. It fueled your anger, realizing that you would never been quite enough for him.
"Steve isn't here?" Billy questioned, his eyes lingering at different areas in your room. He seemed to be thinking the same thing that you were. You quickly removed your books from your bed, clearing up an area as you turned to look at him.
"No," You spoke, trying to hide your annoyance as you placed your schoolbooks on your dresser, "He had something to do with Nancy." You were sure irritation was evident as Billy turned to you curiously.
"I thought him, and Wheeler broke up?" Your hands lingered against the nightstand near your bed, staring down at the picture of you and Steve wrapped up in each other's arms. It hurt, thinking about what he was probably doing right now.
"I thought so too." You admitted, trying to ignore the pain in your heart and the lump that was forming in the back of your throat. It would be silly to cry in front of someone like Billy. You were sure he'd have no idea what to do.
"He doesn't deserve such a pretty thing like you," He stepped forward, staring down at you with intense blue eyes. Your heart sudden beat a different rhythm as your breath hitched in your chest. His hands gripped at your soft waist, rubbing patterns into your smooth skin with his rough hands.
"What are you doing?" Your breath came up rough as you looked up at the blonde boy, noticing the way his eyes were observing you. He looked like he wanted to eat you.
"When was the last time Steve touched you like this?" Billy asked as he seemed to tower over you. Your heart was pattering in your chest as you looked up at him unsure, his large hands squeezing your hips softly.
"A while," You admitted softly. Billy's fingers slowly pushed the hem of your shirt up. You felt as if your waist burst into flames from the sensation of him against you. You were melting against him, slowly moving with him as he backed you towards your bed, "He's been distracted." You tried to defend the brown eyed boy, remembering that he was your boyfriend.
"Such a shame, if I had you there would be no one else I'd think of," Billy's blue eyes held onto your gaze intensely. You were thankful he was holding onto you, fearing that if he let go, you'd fall onto your carpeted floor and melt away, "You're fucking stunning." He spoke close to your face. You hesitated in his hands, not moving your face forward as you watched him.
"I can't." You mumbled, unsure of your own words as your body seemed to be urging to press up against him. You hadn't felt this much tension or want in such a long time. It was hard to feel guilty with other sensations taking over your body. Billy cocked a grin, raising his eyebrow as his nose brushed against yours.
"You can't have fun, c'mon," He licked his white teeth, glancing away for a moment before looking at you again, "I just want you to feel good. It doesn't have to mean anything. He won't have to know." The words were balancing in your mind as you considered him.
"I don't want Steve to know. I don't want to hurt him" You were feeling your resolve break down as Billy's touch sent flames at your skin. You exhaled softly, moving your arms over your head as he pulled your shirt up. You stared into his blue eyes, watching as his eyes raked over your cleavage.
"He'd never know. You said it yourself; he's been distracted. You deserve to be treated like a Queen. Let me show you," He sounded convincing as he moved his hands behind your waist. He traveled his warm hands up your back softly, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Your heart was beating even faster as he slowly fiddled with your bra, pulling the straps apart before letting it slide down your shoulders. You quickly covered your boobs as he pulled the material off, a nervous smile pressing against your face, "Don't be nervous. You're fucking beautiful." Maybe it was because it had been so long since Steve had said those words to you, maybe you were just that deprived to search for comfort in anyone else. You listened to Billy, letting your hands fall to your sides as he drank you in, his blue eyes darkening.
He kept eye contact with you as he slowly lowered himself onto his knees of your bedroom floor. Your whole body was warming as you watched his movements slowly. There was something so odd in seeing someone like Billy on his knees for you. He unbuttoned your jeans slowly, gripping a hold of your panties along with your jeans as he pulled them down your thighs. You resisted the urge to cover your face in embarrassment as his features lit up. He smirked up at you, gently pressing his palm against your hip to knock you down onto your mattress. A squeal left your mouth, your chest filling with giddiness as you sat up on your elbows to look at him. He dragged you forward by your thighs, gleaming up at you.
"I bet your cunt tastes so sweet," He whispered as he rested your legs over his shoulders. He looked like sin as he dipped between your legs, flicking his tongue out against your wet folds. A moan left your mouth as you watched his eyes close for a moment as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, "Fuck, Harrington gave up this? Such a shame." Billy tsked, his fingers squeezing around your thighs as his mouth devoured your wet cunt. His tongue flicked and swirled between your folds before he played with your clit.
Your elbows slid out from under you as you rested against your mattress, your mouth parting in awe as you focused on the sensation of his mouth against you. You mewled out, reaching down to tangle his blonde locks in your nimble fingers. The guilt was fading away as the pleasure took over.
"Oh god," You whined out, feeling your back arching at the feeling of his thick fingers pressing into your wet hole. You whimpered softly, already feeling stretched around him as he curled his fingers into your heat. He was lapping his tongue lazily against your throbbing clit as your hands tightened in his hair. You whimpered softly, "Feels so good." You whined out, moving your hips against his hot tongue.
He chuckled softly, pulling his mouth away from your wet heat as he curled his fingers up against your walls and searched for the bundle of nerves inside of you. You were grinding down against his hand rapidly, ultimately showing him just how needy you actually were.
"Pretty Boy wasn't fucking you nearly good enough," Billy spit out, his lips trailing against your thighs as he moved his thrusted his fingers inside of you faster. You could feel the cool metal of his rings hitting against your entrance each time he pushed into you deeper, "I'll change that, baby. Gonna fuck you so nice, gonna fill that tight cunt with my cock." He promised, his teeth grazing against your thighs as he spoke. You whimpered, far into pleasure to care about how wrong his words are. You felt your toes curling as his thick digits hit that sweet spot inside of you.
"Billy!" You cried out, rolling your hips relentlessly as you chased that feeling again. You where whining, writhing on the bed as he dipped between your legs again and wrapped his pink lips around your clit. It was like he was rising you into the sky, bringing you closer and closer towards heaven.
He hummed again, sucking your clit hard as his fingers brought you to your high. You moaned, your fingers clinging to his hair as you shook around him. You were breathing hard as he slowly lowered you back to the Earth.
You were shaking still as he pulled away from you. You were in a daze as you stared up at the ceiling. It had been so long since you had had a proper orgasm. You felt your toes curl softly as he slid you back up towards your bed. You squealed softly, still trying to catch your breath.
Billy stood at the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the few buttons of his shirt before he pulled it off. You stared at his tanned skin, the toned muscles. Maybe it was your guilt, but you couldn't help but compare how he looked to Steve. You tried to shake the feelings away as he unlooped his belt and slowly pulled his jeans down his thick thighs.
Your felt your jaw dropped when he revealed his hard cock. It bobbed against his stomach, standing straight as he crawled onto your mattress to face you. You didn't look at his face, too preoccupied with staring at the thick, angry dick between his legs.
"You ready?" He didn't reach for a condom, instead he swirled the head of his cock along your sensitive clit. You jumped, hissing softly as you felt your legs shaking still from your previous orgasm. You nodded stiffly, wanting nothing more than to feel him stretching you out. He pushed his tip into you slowly, gauging your reaction.
It was like you were being split in half. Steve was long, but Billy seemed to be twice as thick. He was groaning softly, spreading your legs wider and up towards your chest as he bottomed out inside of you. You hissed softly, your walls burning as your cunt swallowed his fat cock. He looked down between your legs, spitting again as he coated your pussy with his saliva.
"Holy fuck," Billy cursed as he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. His mouth opened in bliss as he stared down at you, "You've been holding out on me." He grunted, rocking his hips forward slowly. You blubbered at the feeling of pain and pleasure swirling inside of you.
"So big," You breathed out, unsure of how else to tell him you weren't used to his size yet. He smirked proudly, cupping your chin softly as his thumb played with your bottom lip, "S'lot." You admitted, fluttering your eyelashes as you looked up at the blonde boy again.
"Poor little baby isn't used to my big cock?" Billy teased playfully, moving his hips slowly as you adjusted around him. You whined, feeling his spit slip towards your throbbing clit. You shook your head pathetically, inhaling as you felt him slide deeper inside of him, "Don't worry, baby. When I'm done with you, you won't forget my cock." He promised, drawing his hips back softly before pushing into you harder. You squealed softly, reaching towards your pillows as the pleasure overtook the pain. You'd never been stretched in such a way before.
"Feels," You breathed out harshly as he bent lower to face you, his blue eyes watching you intensely as he built up a slow rhythm. Your pussy was growing more wet, your slick coating his hard length, "Feels so good." You whined softly, feeling your eyes close in awe. They snapped open hard when his hand connected against your cheek, smacking you softly to draw your attention back towards him.
"Hey, hey," He gripped your chin softly before he squeezed your cheeks together hard, pouting your lips out towards him, "I want you to watch me fucking this little pussy, okay? You're only to think of me right now." He demanded, looking at you seriously as you nodded your head. You were too full of his cock, in too much bliss to wonder about who else you'd be thinking of at this moment.
"Okay," You whined as he pushed his cock into you harder, leaning on your legs more as they began to burn from pleasure, "Mhm, god. Fuck me so good, Billy." You pleaded. He dipped his head low, pressing his rough lips against yours in a fleeting kiss. You felt momentarily frozen, thinking about how he tasted so much different than Steve. Steve was always sweet, Billy tasted of mint and cigarettes.
He didn't let you draw on your thoughts about Steve too long before he was slamming into you hard, his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves as you cried out. You desperately wished to grind up against him, to push him in deeper but there was no moving under his tight grip.
"Such a greedy little whore," He spit out, watching the way you were desperately trying to move your hips, "Already made you cum on my fingers and tongue and you're grinding up against me like a bitch in heat. Was that not enough?" You shook your head, your moans cascading off of the walls.
"More," You begged, wanting to feel as much as him as possible, "Need more." You felt like crying when he stopped moving his hips. You could feel his hard length pulsing inside of you, but you still feared that you had said the wrong thing.
"Okay, I'll give you more of my cock, baby," He let go of your legs slowly as he pulled out of your tight hole. You whined, watching him move as he pulled his hard cock from your wet heat. You felt a look of betrayal forming on your face, "S'okay. I'm gonna give you my cock, baby. Just relax." You felt tense as he rolled you onto your hands and knees. He positioned you a bit, so you were facing the doorway. It felt odd, but you ignored it at the feeling of cool leather pressing against your neck. Your gasp was cut off by him wrapping his belt tightly around your neck. You struggled to breath for a moment. You felt like this was far out of your comfort zone.
"I don't know," You started to speak as you felt your pulse quickening against your wrists. Billy chuckled, sliding his hard cock between your wet folds before he tapped it against your hole playfully. You were arching back suddenly, forgetting your discomfort, "Fuck me." You changed your subject entirely, looking back over your shoulder to watch him. He grinned down at you, gripping onto the belt around your neck like it was a collar.
"You're so damn needy for my cock. Pretty Boy was just neglecting this pretty little cunt," Billy tsked as he slowly slid his tip inside of you. You moaned, trying to push back to urge him in. He gripped your backside, holding you still as he watched you, "Patience, baby. You'll get my cock soon enough. I promise." He slid in slowly, teasing you as every time he hit a deeper spot inside of you, he'd pull out again. You gripped your hands in fists around the sheets, desperately trying to hold yourself together. You wanted his cock so badly. You'd never wanted something so badly before.
"Please," You whined out, sounding breathless as he caressed your backside. You were willing to get on the ground and beg for him to fuck you. Your body was trembling with want. He bit his lip, trying to control his smirk as he slowly filled you. You mewled, feeling his balls pressing up against you from how deeply he filled you, "Yes, just like that." You sighed out in relief. Billy yanked on the belt, earning an odd sound from you as his other hand roughly smacked your backside a few times. You yelped; your moan cut off from his grip on the belt.
"S'okay baby, s'alright," Billy pulled out until only the head of his cock remained, then swiftly slammed into you. You rocked forward, your eyes hitting the back of your head as the pleasure gripped you. You felt drool forming in the corner of your mouth and you quickly tried to lick it away, "Gonna fuck you dumb, make you my own little cock slut." Billy promised, grinding his hips into you deeply before he built a rough pace. Every thrust left you slamming forward, nearing the edge of the bed as he held onto you tightly. You were a moaning mess, unable to focus on how wrong all of this was with his dick hitting your bundle of nerves with each wild thrust.
You wanted to cry out again, to tell him how good he felt inside of you, but your tongue was unable to form any words. The sounds of your skin meeting filled the room in a filthy way. Billy was grunting on top of you, smacking your backside as he dragged you along his cock. He gripped the belt, pulling you off of your elbows and against his sweaty chest as he beat his cock into your sensitive pussy. You glanced at him, whimpering as you tried to hold yourself up.
"Do you like my cock?" He asked roughly, his free hand snaking around your waist as he pressed down on the bulge forming on your abdomen from his thrusts. You whined at the odd sensation as you nodded your head quickly. He moved his hand away, smacking you lightly across your cheek, "Use your big girl words." He commanded. Your cheek lightly burned but you liked it. It was odd that the pain he was causing you made you feel so good.
"Yes," You spit out, feeling tears of pleasure beginning to form on your cheeks, "Love it so much." You nodded your head, looking at him sincerely. He smirked, licking at your swollen lips messily before he was shoving you back down with the belt. You gagged when he pulled too hard, trying to regain your breathing as he shoved your face into the mattress.
"Such a good cock whore," Billy praised as he snapped his hips forward harder. He was clawing at your waist, forcing you against him harder and you were more than happy to oblige. You didn't think it would ever feel so good to be called such terrible names, "Gonna make you my own little slut. Gonna fuck you whenever I want. You want that don't you?" He degraded as he smacked your sensitive skin again. You nodded, before quickly remembering to speak when you answered him.
"Yes," You wailed when he hit your bottom again. Your skin was beginning to feel raw and sore, "Wanna be your little slut." You promised him, nodding your head urgently to let him know that you meant it. He grunted, his fingers digging into his waist as he rolled his hips inside of you. The sensation caused your toes to curl and a loud moan to leave your lips. You could feel your stomach muscles beginning to curl, signaling that you were near.
"You wanna cum on my cock?" Billy leaned over your body, whispering huskily in your ear as his movements became more rapid. You were crying around his cock, begging him for more as your cunt gripped around his hard dick like a second skin. You were whimpering incoherently as you tried to form words.
"Yes," You finally breathed out as a line of spit let your parted lips, "So bad, please." You were begging, looking towards the blue-eyed boy. He licked his bottom lip, drawing his attention towards the doorway with a snort. You didn't care what had gathered his attention. You just never wanted him to stop moving.
"Show him how good you are baby, show him how good my cock feels," Billy snapped his hips forward, the head of his cock hitting against your bundle of nerves as he held on tightly to the belt around your neck. Your mind was fuzzy, too focused on the feeling of his cock inside you to fully understand his words. He used his other hand to smack your cheek, gripping your chin to face you towards the doorway, "Show him what he's been missing."
Your eyes met brown ones, but you were unable to do much about the boy in the doorway as you clenched around Billy's fat cock and came around him. You were shrill as you moaned, your eyes clenching shut tightly as your body trembled around Billy's tight grip. He grunted hard above you, drawing you back with the belt so you were forced to look at his flushed expression.
"Gonna cum inside your little cunt, fill you with my cum. You want that? You want me to breed you? Fill you with my seed?" He hissed out, his hips snapping against you harshly as he dragged you along his cock. You nodded in shame and pleasure, a bittersweet mixture as you were all too aware with your boyfriends' eyes watching your every movement.
You cried out another time, your toes curling again as you felt his warm cum fill the deepest parts of you. Your feet kicked off the mattress softly as he held onto the belt tighter, cutting off your airflow momentarily. He was grunting like a beast, using his other hand to claw at your sides as he came down from his high. you whimpered when he let go harshly, your head rocking forward towards your bed.
You were a mess. Hair tangled from being pulled, lips red and swollen with drool pooling down to your chest. Your skin was darker where Billy had smacked you, your pussy full of the mixture of the two of you. You were ashamed, staring up at the brown eyed boy as his eyes looked at you with horror. You tried to look away, to avert your eyes so you wouldn't have to feel your guilt.
Billy yanked the belt around your neck like it was a collar and you were a dog on a leash. He forced you to look at Steve's horrified expression as Billy's cheek pressed against yours. You felt his mouth curl into a smirk as he looked at Steve.
"Sorry man, she's a bit busy. I can't believe you weren't fucking this," Billy growled, turning your head to kiss you harshly. You whimpered in protest, feeling a pang in your chest, "She's so fucking good, man. I hope you don't mind. I just couldn't help myself." You slowly raised your eyes to look at Steve again, feeling guilty and ashamed. It was like he was stuck in his spot, no words coming forward as all he could do was stare at the two of you.
You were quiet, staring down at Steve's sneakers as Billy moved behind you. You were too aware of how you were still clamped down around his length, your pussy begging for him not to leave as he unstrapped the belt around your neck. You touched your raw skin softly, looking over your shoulder at the golden boy's proud face. He pulled out slowly, hissing from how hard you were clenched around him. You felt shame fueling every part of your body at the sound of your wet heat squelching around him, his laughter filled the tense room.
"Did you hear that?" Billy bit his lip, looking between your legs one last time before he smacked your ass hard. The sound echoed and you stiffeled a moan, feeling your legs give out from under you as you fell forward on your stomach. The sticky sensation of your mixture between your legs coated your thighs. Billy dressed himself quickly, looking towards Steve like he was waiting for him to say something or to make a move. Steve never moved from his spot in the doorway, too busy staring at you with disbelief. You were doing everything you could not to meet his eye contact. The nerves filling your body as the lust left with Billy, "I hope there's no hard feelings. I let her nice and wet for you, King Steve." Billy smacked Steve's shoulder, barely drawing a reaction from him. You watched Billy's smirk grow on his face as he pushed passed the brunette boy.
You slowly lifted your eyes to meet his gaze again, still fighting to regain your breath. Steve just stared, looking like he didn't quite recognize you at the moment. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he watched you.
"I was right," Steve breathed out slowly as he finally broke the tension, "I told you he was using you to get to me."
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summary: max starts breaking out and needs to develop a skincare routine. billy's girlfriend y/n steps up to the role of older sister and walks her through each step. billy lingers by the bathroom doorway, putting himself in the position of the perfect model.
Contents/Warnings: afab!fem!reader
A/N:...sorry i haven't posted in like. years. i lowkey kinda fell off of stranger things!! i still liked it but I wasn't watching it and I found it hard to write without the inspiration. but I'm back! I can't guarantee it'll be for forever but I'm gonna milk it for all it's worth right now. And I can finally cross something off of my wip list YAYYYY :D send me some requests to kickstart my writing again!
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Billy’s surprised, pleasantly so, when you show up at his door with a… big metal box? He’s not sure what’s in it, but it looks important, there’s a lock on it and you’re holding the key. The situation gets less pleasant when you remain stony faced, unreactive to his grin at your presence, and shoulder past him.
“Sorry Billy,” You march through the house, down the hallway and to the bathroom, “Urgent matters to attend to.”
He doesn’t even get to finish latching the door shut when the bathroom door starts to close, and he rushes after you to catch it.
“Hey!” He reaches you just in time, stopping it from slamming with a large, rough hand that thumps against the wood, “What the hell? Why are you holing up in my bathroom with a safe?”
“My bathroom, dickhead.” Max sneers, seated on the lid of the toilet, “You like to use the empty beer cans under your bed.”
“Someone’s bitchy today,” He gripes, leaning against the frame, “Period?”
“Billy,” You scold, unlocking the latch on the box and flipping it open, “Be nice! This is girl time, you’re intruding.”
His eyes widen, and he scoffs, “Unbelievable! So they put me in charge, then my girlfriend comes over into the house that I’m responsible for, storms off without even a hello, and tries locking herself away in the bathroom with the middle schooler, yet I’m the problem here!”
“Yes,” Max insists, eyes icy as she shoves down the lid of the box so that Billy can’t see the contents, “Just get out!”
“No.” He crosses his arms, glaring her down, “I wanna know what you’re doing.”
“I told you,” You try placating him, voice smooth and sweet, “Girl talk. It’s private.”
“What, is it about periods? I already know all that shit,” He scoffs, and you and Max share an amused, side-eyed grin, “I took health in freshman year. My girlfriend is here and I’m going to spend time with her while she is.”
His chest heaves slightly with the force of his insistence, and you sigh, glancing over at Max. You communicate silently, your eyes holding the words you can’t say in front of him, then you turn back to flash him a single pointer finger.
“One minute,” You promise, “C’mere, Max.”
She huddles closer to you, and you cup your hand over her ear, whispering into it. Billy doesn’t appreciate even more secrets, huffing and puffing at your display of dramatics. After a few nods, a smirk, and a giggle are released, you separate, and turn back to him with an eager smile.
“Okay, Billy,” You start, grin wicked, “We’re creating a skincare routine for Max. If you want to stay and be part of the fun, be my guest. But you’ll have to be our model.”
“Skincare?” He narrows his eyes, “Just wash your fucking face, Max.”
“That’s not how it works,” You groan, “She needs a multi-step routine, and that’s what we’re going to work out today, with this.” You pull up on the case’s latch, and Max doesn’t stop you this time. Inside are individual packages, what Billy identifies as face masks, bottles, tubes, wipes, cotton pads; he’s honestly surprised there’s not a beauty technician stored in there, too.
“If you’re so insistent on spending time with me,” You bargain, and there’s a sweet smile on your face as you say it that lets him know you’re not really as annoyed with him as you tease, “Then you’ll let me demonstrate on you.”
“No way.” He stands tall, shoulders stiff, “I’m not letting you put that shit on my face.”
“You could use it,” Max mumbles under her breath, and the only reason Billy doesn’t gripe back is because he thinks you’ll scold him for it. Instead, he watches as you take out a bottle, showcasing the greenish gel inside.
“Soap,” You inform him, “That’s all it is, Billy, is soap. Would you just wash your face for us?”
“Soap..” He narrows his eyes at the suspicious bottle, “That shit’s just soap?”
“Just soap,” You promise again, “Please?”
He doesn’t need to look into your eyes to know they’re shiny, and he won’t admit defeat because of them. So he succumbs on his own terms, sighing heavily and reaching for the bottle, “Gimme the damn soap.”
The tap water is cool, and he relishes the feeling against his burning cheeks. He can feel his hair getting wet, and some of the longer strands threaten to dip into the water and become completely soaked, ruining his curls. He’s not happy to be giving in so easily, but those damn eyes of yours, that sweet ‘please?’, and he’s a sucker. A sucker who smears green gel soap over his face, scrubbing extra hard at his cheeks like it’ll wash away the pink stains there.
“Okay, gentle,” You chide him, pulling at his elbows, “Max, don’t scrub this hard. You want to lather it in but you don’t want to damage your skin in the process.”
“Unbelievable,” Billy blubbers, bubbles encroaching on the gap of his lips, “I’m being your life sized beauty doll and you’re telling me I’m doing everything wrong.”
This time, you don’t hold back the unamused glare that you and Max share.
“No, Billy.” You placate him, smoothing a hand down his back while he rinses his face, biting back a smirk as Max lets one fall over her face, “We’re not telling you you’re doing everything wrong. I just want you to be nicer to your skin.”
“There,” Billy drawls, smoothing over his bubble-free face with a damp washcloth and staring down his nose at you, a few unfortunately drowned strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, “That it?”
“Uh,” You falter, eyeing the kit you brought, “Not quite. Just a few more steps.”
His face falls, “A few? I washed my face with soap, it’s clean. What more do I need?”
“Well, when you wash your hair with shampoo but you don’t condition it, it gets really dry, right?”
“Yeah,” Billy nods cautiously, eyes narrow, “So?”
“So your skin’s the same way,” You reach for a foil-lined packet in the case, hot pink silhouettes of Barbie littering its surface, “And you need to moisturize it.”
When you draw the package from the confines of the box, BIlly’s eyes go empty. It’s like he’s trying to fathom how he’s gotten there, how he’s in a bathroom with a freshly-washed face surrounded by people who want to stick Barbie all over his cheeks.
“It’s just a face mask,” You try calming him before he can even get started, “It helps moisturize your skin so that it’s not so dry after washing. It’s just a little sheet that you lay over your face, you’ve seen me wear them before.”
“Yeah, and you walk around looking like you fell asleep next to a toddler with a marker.”
“If you’re going to be antagonistic, you can leave,” You finally snap, brows lowering in a condemning glare, “This is supposed to be me pampering your sister because she’s struggling with being a teenager, I will not let you ruin this for her with your shitty attitude.”
Billy’s own brows, impeccably groomed and slit on one side, nearly reach his hairline, one now obscured by a damp curl that hangs down over his forehead.
“Okay, okay.” His gruff voice concedes, the wind successfully taken from his sails, “Barbie me, baby.”
The sheet mask leaves a thick, gelatinous layer of product on your fingers as you unfold it, and the chill of it nearly sends a shiver up your spine. Billy shrinks away from you as you hold it up towards his face, but true to his word he lets you stick it to his skin and smooth away the wrinkles.
The sheet mask intrudes on the seam of his lips so he can’t complain- at least not until you readjust it. You consider not doing so at all, and ensuring that you won’t be hearing any bitching and moaning out of him, but you take pity on him and tuck the mask into place around his mouth.
His stunted groans turn into a panted protest, “This shit feels disgusting.”
“Beauty is pain,” You recite, “Or in this case, mild discomfort for ten to fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes?”
“Fifteen minutes.” You tilt your head downwards, glaring through your eyelashes at him, “Got a problem with that, Barbie?”
“No.” Billy grumbles, “No problems.”
Max snickers, and now Billy has a problem.
“You don’t need to use one of these every day,” You peer at Max, “The more you do it the more you’ll understand your skin. If you need to do one every day, that’s one thing. But most people usually only use them once a week, or a few times a month. And that’s if you have them on hand. If your allowance runs out,” You watch Billy try and fail to itch a patch on his cheek by jabbing his nail into the gooey mask, “You can go without them. It’s an extra moisturizing step, but it’s not essential.”
“Then why the hell is it on my face?” Billy drawls, his voice grating and rough, “I thought you said it was just gonna be a few steps, not the whole tour.”
“This is the only extra step I’m adding,” You turn towards Max to roll your eyes, exaggerating the movement so that she snickers into the palm of her hand, “Just sit down and relax for fifteen minutes! Better yet-” You point towards the open doorway, “Go lay down. Take a little nap,” You suggest, “I can use the time to go over the rest of the process with Max.”
“Don’t get slime on your pillow,” Max grins wickedly at her step-brother, and you honestly think he might have complied were it not for the sibling rivalry. Instead, he plants his ass firmly on the lid of the toilet, resting his ankle on his opposite knee and subsequently kicking Max with the toe of his socked foot.
“Ew!” She jerks away, her back hitting the shower door and rattling it in place, “Y/N, he kicked me with his gross socks.”
“Billy,” You scold, reaching out to tug at a curl that hangs over his shoulder, “Be nice.”
He glares mutinously at you from the eye holes of the pink face mask, but it’s not as lethal as it would be if you weren’t his girlfriend. Although, you suppose, he wouldn’t have put the face mask on if you weren’t his girlfriend, so you drop your hand to his shoulder and rub comfortingly between the blades.
He grunts in response to the impromptu massage, apparently helpless to the comfort despite the mortifying situation he finds himself in. You keep your fingers working diligently against his clenched muscles until he loosens them, “It’ll dry out a bit in the air, but the serum is gonna soak in. After the timer is up, we’ll peel it off, and he’ll rub the rest of it into his skin. Then, toner,” You hold up the bottle, “And moisturizer. Eventually,” You sift through the rest of the bottles in your case, “You may need specific products like undereye serum, or additional creams that do one thing over another. But for right now, I think three steps will be perfect for you. And I’ll leave you with some of these,” You gesture to the numerous packs of face masks you’ve acquired over years of convenience store runs, “So that you don’t have to buy more for a while.”
“Thanks,” Max breathes, her expression breaking into a grin that bunches her cheeks up. It’s genuine, which is something you don’t always see from the oft-sarcastic girl, but it suits her beautifully, and you use your free hand to tug affectionately at one of her braids.
Fifteen minutes eventually passes, but you damn near have to restrain Billy for the amount of times he tries peeling it off before his timer is up. Once the kitchen clock buzzes on the counter his hands fly to his face, but he’s not accounted for the way that the mask has partially dried against his skin, still sticky and gooey but much less dripping.
“Ew,” He twitches, the pads of his fingers now glistening, “Get it off of me.”
“Say please.” You gripe, and you can hear his teeth clacking together in his mouth.
“Please get this shit off of me.”
You acquiesce instead of further tormenting the man, peeling the sheet mask off of him with practiced ease. He grimaces at the way that it clings to his face, but blinks when it’s off of him, like he hadn’t been able to see properly beneath it despite the eye holes.
“Finally.” He grunts, and you bring your hands to his face, gently smoothing the remaining substance into his skin. His eyes, previously scrunched shut, fly open when your hands meet his face, and he locks his gorgeous blue eyes with yours as you rub your fingers over his cheeks.
You share unashamedly back, briefly lost in the moment. He’s got such pretty eyes, and they’re framed by lashes that might be better than your own, resentfully. It’s easy to find yourself suspended in time, and you stroke along the ridges of his cheekbones with a reverence that your thumbs easily sway with. The solution is long gone, but you continue kneading your hands over his face the way you’d eased the sore muscles of his perpetually-tensed shoulders.
You’re not sure how long you stand there, pinned between his knees where you’re standing at the toilet. He’s completely relaxed despite all of his earlier grumblings, limbs loose and resting in his lap. Your fingers rove easily, adoringly over his features, and you honestly forget there’s anyone else there besides the two of you until Max clears her throat, and you glance backwards over your shoulder to see her leaning against the wall, legs and arms crossed. She’s got a flat, unimpressed expression on her face, and you try stepping out from between Billy’s legs until you realize he’s trapped you there.
“Do I have to stare longingly at myself in the mirror when I do it?” Max asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Or- should I get Lucas in here to do it for me? Do we have to stand like that,” She glances at Billy’s large hands now slung around your waist, “Like we’re trying to fit two people into a dressing room at JC Penny?”
“Okay, okay.” You wrestle your way out of Billy’s hold, fighting against his hands that try desperately to drag you back between his legs, “I get it. Sorry. I got distracted.”
Max’s lip curls into a sneer, clearly disbelieving that her step-brother is anything to be distracted by, “Whatever. So you rub it in, then what?”
“Toner.” You secure a cotton pad, dabbing the liquid onto it with two fingers pressed tight against the back, “Don’t use it if you’ve just popped a pimple. Don’t pop any pimples anyways,” You level a stern glare at her, “But if you do, don’t put this on broken skin. It stings.”
Billy’s eyes darken, and he jerks his head away when you try smearing the pad against his face.
“It’s fine.” You assure him, “It won’t hurt. You don’t have any cuts on your face, right?”
“Baby,” Max snickers, and you have to redirect Billy’s chin towards you when he shoots Max a glare over your shoulder.
“It won’t hurt.” You repeat, taking his face in your hands again to begin smoothing it over his skin. It picks up any excess moisture you’d left behind while staring dreamily into his eyes, but it picks up a layer of dirt that he hadn’t managed to scrub away with the soap, and you show off the stained pad with pride.
“See? That’s why you need toner. It gets rid of everything, and it leaves your skin ready for the moisturizer.”
Max wrinkles her nose again at the sight of the dirtied cotton pad, but Billy doesn’t seem perturbed. He watches carelessly as you toss it into the bin, and pick up your bottle of moisturizer. You pump the nozzle once, twice, thrice until there’s a sizeable amount on your palm, showing Max the size of the portion.
“No more than this,” You tell her, “You’ll go through it too fast and it won’t absorb properly.”
She watches dutifully as you spread the moisturizer over your hands, then rub it into Billy’s face. It’s excessive, because the face mask has already soaked into his skin, but he’ll simply be extra moisturized tonight, and you’re looking forward to cupping his face under cover of darkness in his bedroom tonight. You can be the softest and sweetest when there’s no one else around, and even though Max was understandably uncomfortable witnessing it, you long to continue worshipping your boy.
“There.” You step back, admiring your handiwork, “That’s it. We’re done.”
“Finally,” Billy grumbles, but you know from his recent lack of fidgeting that he’s not as put out by the whole thing as he tries appearing. He stands, looming an impressive distance over you and Max. It’s awkward to edge between the two of you in the small space, but he manages to do so without knocking you over, though he does bump into Max harder than he needs to. He pairs it with a lazy, grating, “Now that you know what you’re doing, I’m gonna go ahead and take back my girlfriend. Enjoy your slime,” Billy grabs your hand, tugging you across the tiled floor so forcefully that your socks slide against it, “Don’t get it in your mouth because I’m not calling poison control.”
“I will!” You yelp, as Billy drags you down the hallway to his room, “But- just don’t eat it anyways!”
When Billy’s door shuts with a whoosh of air you whirl on him, almost getting lost in admiring the way that his skin glistens, “You’re mean to her.”
“She’s my sister,” He looks affronted, “I’m supposed to be.”
“You could be nicer.” You insist, your own face hardened into a frown, “She just wanted girl time.”
“I wanted girlfriend time,” He shrugs, “You came to my house, you really thought I wasn’t gonna steal you?”
“It’s good for her to have girl friends,” You hum, still lost in thoughts of Max who’s insanely deprived of a womanly figure in her life. Billy wastes no time getting you into his bed, his jeans stretching tight over his thighs as he pushes you down, then crawls over you. He flips you when you’re both laying down, settling your body weight over his so that you’re laying against his toned chest. You prop your chin up against his pec, peering down at him as he closes his eyes in bliss as your new napping arrangements, “Promise me you’ll let us have one-on-ones every once in a while?”
“Alright, I promise.” Billy grunts, his eyes still firmly shut, “But don’t act like you guys didn’t enjoy tormenting me in there.”
“Your face is so smooth,” You’re certain he can hear the grin in your voice, and you trace against the contours of his face again with your pointer finger. It’s slightly tacky from the excess moisturizer, but it’s smoother than it’s ever been, and you busy yourself with drawing lines down his nose and curves beneath his chin.
“Stop doing that,” He gripes after a few long moments of nothing but your finger against his skin, “I’m gonna fall asleep.”
“We were gonna nap anyways,” You reason, “Just let me admire my handiwork.”
A grunt is your only answer, and Billy’s lips don’t part again as he drops into a hazy, blissful sleep, though they do lazily pinch together to pucker against the pad of your pointer finger when you drag it against them.
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My 3rd fic for Kinktober is based on this ASK I received (thanks anon)
Summery: You and Billy are going at it hot and heavy when he decides it's time to stop and watch his favorite show
Title: Will Break For Miami Vice
Billy Hargrove x Female Reader
Warnnings: 18+ Only!! MINORS DNI, SMUT: language, thigh humping, dom Billy, but he's not evil, he's actually sweet because that's how I write him, teasing, fingering, orgasm denial, eventual p in v, creampie, tiny sort of daddy kink... just mentioned a couple of times, Billy spits in your mouth,
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Divider by @cafekitsune
You and Billy going at it hot and heavy. Been so into him since he drove up in that stupid trashy car of his, and now he's on your couch with his hot fat tongue practically down your throat.
Tastes so good too, like cigarettes and whiskey, which might not sound all that great, but coming from his hot mouth, it's delicious. Brought a bottle over and drank most of it by himself, you only had a few sips because, to be honest you don't know how on earth he can drink that shit. Burns your damn throat so bad. But that's all gone now, replaced with just tasting it on his lips, which hits all together different.
Warm hands roaming over your entire body, greedy and hungry. Grabbing here, squeezing there. His body hot to the touch, yet the sweat on his back feels cool. Everything about this moment overwhelms your senses, makes your pussy ache like no one else ever could.
Grinding his hips against yours, can feel his fat dick, long and thick nudging against your swollen clit just right, makes you whimper into his mouth. Don't want to cum yet though, but god, he doesn't make it easy on you, too much man for one girl to handle.
You feel it, your pussy does this little flutter and you know another thrust against it and you're gonna lose it. Cum right here under the weight of his sexy body.
But... then... the heat of his body slips off you, sits up, grabs a smoke from his pack of Marlboros sitting on the side table. Putting it between his pretty, kiss swollen lips, stays unlit as he reaches for the tv remote, Miami Vice theme song playing to your utter confusion.
"Billy?"
You stare at him in disbelief.
"Shh, babe. My show's comin' on."
Still unlit cigarette bobbing between his lips as he speaks, settling back against the cushions, manspreading ridiculously wide, practically taking up the whole damn couch, arms spread out too against the back cushions.
You pout. Eyes flitting back and forth between his profile and the tv. He's not bothering to look at you, but reaching into his pocket and pulling out his Zippo, flicking it open in that cool way he does. The tip of his Marlboro burning orange as smoke curls lazily from his nostrils after he's taken a long drag.
You just stare. Waiting for something, you're not sure what exactly. Maybe for him to start cackling, saying how stupid your face looked when you thought he was serious, but he just takes another drag like his life depends on it, blows it out slowly from between those lips and before you can say anything he yanks your wrist, pulling you onto his lap.
You land on his meaty thigh, back pressed firm against his chest as a bunch of bikini clad girls walk along a boardwalk on tv. His large hand slips beneath the hem of your little skirt, just resting there, on the bare skin of your thigh, his palm deliciously warm, taking up a huge portion of your smooth soft skin, everything about him is so big compared to you.
Your eyebrows in a constant furrow wondering how he could turn his attention to the tv screen when your sweet tits were just in his grasp, when your warm wet pussy was his for the taking. One minute he was licking into your mouth all needy and desperate, the next...
"Bil..."
You stop mid word because of the look he gives you. He's intimidating, turning his head towards yours, jaw flexing, eyes so pretty you want to kiss his stupid face despite the rage that sometimes boils over in him. Leans close, like he was going to do just that... kiss you soft and sweet, chapped lips brushing lightly against yours... lips make this cute little "O" shape, as smoke suddenly blows from his mouth into yours. You inhale, because god, look at him. Filling your lungs with this deep flavor uniquely Billy, tobacco, booze, mint... sex.
"Be a good girl for me."
Grins, teeth so white and perfect he should be the one on tv. Voice so deep and sexy, you just nod slowly, almost in a daze, it's heady, what he does to you. You don't believe in being hypnotized, but if he told you that's what he's been doing to you, you would suddenly believe it.
He turns back to the screen.
You lean more into him, squirming in his lap. Just need to feel him in some way. So confused about what the hell is happening here. The intense heat of his body radiates down your back, his muscles flexing beneath your bum. He just takes another drag, ashes it in the tray without taking his pretty blue eyes off of stupid Crockett and Tubbs, like you're not even there, although the bulge in his jeans proves otherwise.
Then... god... those rough fingers dance along the silky skin of your inner thigh, trailing up higher, maddeningly light and delicately soft, teasing you, on purpose you think... must be. Goosebumps appear all over your skin and you swear your ears go out, your heart thrumming against your ribs as his fingers brush against the damp cotton of your panties. He stops. Just sits his fat fingers against your warm slit, feather light, barely touching, too gentle... your clit throbs.
"Billy... mmm... please."
Your hips awkwardly try and grind against his teasing fingers, bum lifting slightly off his lap, when he abruptly moves his hand away.
"What did I say? You gonna let me watch my show in peace or do I have to go home and watch?"
You bite your lip, shaking your head, softly.
"I'll be good, Billy."
Unhealthy how much you love it when he gets like this, all pissy with his little stupid attitude, and you wonder what is wrong with you, but there's something so manly about how he grips your thigh again, the heat searing through your skin, down to the bone, fingers sinking deep, almost... tender... like a promise to ruin you, if you're the good girl he wants you to be. Truth was yeah, Billy could be mean sometimes, but honestly he was more just a little brat.
Slowly, almost unconsciously you roll your needy cunt along his big, hard thigh, the fabric of your panties clinging to your sticky folds, how hot your pussy must feel against him, because every so often you feel a subtle flex of his thigh muscle, rubbing that thick meaty leg against your aching pussy. Lifts it just enough, applying more pressure as you huff out softly.
Suddenly he grips your leg, under your knee, pulling it across, draping it casually over his other thigh, forcing yours apart obscenely as your legs dangle on either side of his wide spread legs. His hand resting against your inner thigh, so close to where you need it, driving you mad.
You gasp and arch your back as his fingers sink under your panties, tracing over your slick, swollen folds with two thick fingers. Circling your aching clit with these feather light touches that make your toes curl as you wrap your calves back around his. Your hips buck shamelessly against his fingers, as if you could force them inside you. The pressure in your belly building again with every circle of his thumb. The ache is unbearable.
"Uh, Uh."
Billy hisses around his cigarette and his fingers stop. His hand staying put, cupping your cunt, not moving an inch, just letting it rest against your heat, thumb pressing lightly on your throbbing clit. His arm around your waist tight, to stop your movements.
You look back at him with hooded yes, a flush coming over your cheeks as you bite your lip to quiet yourself, forcing your eyes towards the tv, trying to focus on anything but the throbbing need between your legs.
Your eyes close as after a beat he dips a fat finger inside your tight cunt, pumping languidly in and out, his finger so thick it makes you moan out. His touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Thighs shaking, spread wide, begging him for more, to finger fuck you senseless, let you cum, stick his cock in you, anything, but he just keeps teasing you, stroking up and down your slit, so deliciously slow.
"My girl, you want more, sweetheart, hmm?"
He purrs, voice rumbling against your ear, his breath tickling you.
"Mmm... please, Billy."
You beg, soft, barely a whisper over the sounds of the tv.
"Getting this worked up, angel, grinding on my fingers like a little bitch in heat."
Cigarette ash falls onto your thigh, a slight little burst of heat, your eyes flutter and then you feel nothing but the pad of his thumb back rubbing your bundle of nerves.
"Don't you worry, baby. Daddy's gonna take good care of this greedy cunt of yours. Gonna fill you up so good you'll forget your own name. Would you like that my sweet little slut?"
You nod enthusiastically. Your eyes glazed over with desperate lust, panting softly as his fingers tease your hole, feeling your heat.
"Mmm, so fuckn' hot and ready. Shit, you're tight, baby girl... gonna have to stretch you out first, cause I'm never gonna fit."
He chuckles low, entertained by you.
"ple.. please, Billy... so hungry for your cock."
You plead.
"I know, princess, but remember what I said? Watching my favorite show so you need to behave."
He brings his glistening fingers up to your lips, smearing your slick across them, pressing into your mouth. You part your soft, plump lips and suckle his fingers clean, tasting yourself on them. Swirling your tongue around his fingers, lapping up every last drop of your wetness. Your hips rutting, desperate to find some relief from the ache between your thighs. The heat of his cock presses against your plush ass, making you push yourself back against him.
Ruts himself back against you and you feel the sheer size of him beneath those tight Levi's. Massive and so hard it's hurting your bum, pressing insistently, making your mouth water and your cunt clench around nothing but the promise of being split open by Billy Hargrove's huge cock.
You reach back, your hand wraping around the thick outline of his dick. You squeeze the length, you can't believe how beautiful it feels, throbbing back in response to your touch.
You put on a pretty little pout, bottom lip jutting out. Turning to face him, getting situated and straddling his muscular thighs, this time face to face. Your sweet breath huffs against his lips as you grind your pussy against his bulge, the denim hitting your clit making you moan out. Your panties feel uncomfortably soaked and you know you're leaving a damp spot on his jeans.
His mouth opens slightly, cigarette dangling in his fingers over the arm of the couch, ashes falling to the wood floor below as you start to move along him, rolling your hips slow and deliberate, determined to get his attention. Soft needy whimpers spill from your lips, as you lose yourself in the sensation, chasing the pleasure building deep within your belly.
You lean in, soft lips brush against his neck, needing to taste him. You place hot, sloppy kisses along his throat, your tongue licking at him, tasting the salt his skin. Your teeth graze him, biting down, marking him as yours... he's yours.
He hums, soft little groan escaping, pupils blown wide, the flickering light from the tv reflecting in them. Smacks a hand against your ass, then grips it tight, enoying the way it jiggles against his palm.
You yelp softly, then kiss his neck sweet, like an apology, like a plea for forgiveness after biting him. He looks down at you through his dark lashes.
"Needy little thing, aren't ya?"
Nudges his nose against yours. Pulls back.
"Up, now."
Two fingers tap your against your thigh encouraging you to get off him. You slowly stand between his spread legs.
"Panties off."
Without even thinking, you hook your thumbs into the sides of your little panties and yank them down your legs in one fast move, stepping out of them. Holding them out for him. Big wet spot smack dab in the middle.
Takes them from you and brings them up to his face, inhaling the heady beautiful smell of you, making his cock ache and throb even more, little grin crossing his pretty face. Puts them in his back pocket as those blue eyes wash over your curves and the softness of your skin.
Two fingers flick, making an upward motion. You feel this thrill running down your spine at the way he looks at you, you slowly hike up your skirt, showing more and more of yourself to him. His eyes lust filled when your pussy is reveled to him fully, the way it glistens, making his cock hurt, aching to plunge into your tightness.
Smirks, tugging his jeans and briefs down his thick thighs, his beautiful cock pops out, sitting pretty against his tight abs. Grips it in his fist, giving it a little slow stroke, eyes taking in every inch of your prettiness.
"Tell me, angel, have you been good enough to come sit on this?"
Tilts his head, giving a little patronizing pout. Pointing his cock at you.
You look down at him with your soft doe eyes, pink lips open, soft, you tug at the bottom softly, pulling on it with your teeth.
"Been so good, Billy... can't wait anymore... need you to fill me up."
You reach down and pull at the straps of his wife beater, holding on like if you let go he'll disappear, so completely consumed by him.
"Mmm... suppose you've been a good girl. You deserve a little reward. Hold out your tongue, princess."
You oblige and open your mouth, waiting for what you know is coming. You've been here before.
Grips your chin, pulling you closer to his face, holding your head still with his fingers. Blue eyes bore into yours, opens his mouth, spitting a thick, hot glob of saliva directly on your waiting tongue.
"See what happens when you're a good girl and you do what you're told. Now swallow it down, show daddy what an obedient little slut you are."
He purrs as you swallow down his spit, keeping your eyes locked with his, gazing up at him as he holds your chin tightly.
Pulls back, patting his thick thigh, inviting you to take your place.
"Come on, sweetheart. Climb up here and show me what a good little cowgirl you can be."
You're so excited you practically jump on him, so desperate for him you straddle his lap, your pussy resting pretty against the intense heat coming off his bare cock. Makes you gasp, beauty of skin on skin, it's almost too much, you could cum right now, before he's even inside you. Your legs open so wide, that your pussy lips spread open, letting his length slide against you. The swollen head of his massive cock catches on your hole with every slide through. You swear you can feel every vein of his cock as it nestles between your slick folds. You're so wound up, that just this alone is enough to push you over the edge.
"Oh GOD... Billy..."
You mewl, babbling incoherently, lost in pleasure, your hips moving with his, grinding along his fat shaft.
Cigarette down to the filter, stuck to his bottom lip as his hands grab your hips nice and tight, fingers sinking in deep. With a lift of his hips off the couch he ruts up, burying his thick fat cock deep into your soaked pussy, bottoming out inside you.
Moans nice, soft, his head falling back against the couch cushions as soon as your tight pussy engulfs the swollen head of his cock. Pulls you down by your hips, your walls fluttering, clenching around him. So tight it's like you're sucking him in, pulling him in deeper.
You cry out, moaning and writhing against his fat cock, watching his beautiful expressions, that part of the fun with Billy... when you get a genuine moan from him. Had to work hard to get it, but once you heard it there was no doubt it was real.
"Jesus, so fuckn' tight, unnghh, like your little cunt was made for this, made to be fucked by a big cock."
Any attention from Billy made you swell with pride, no matter how filthy. Like somehow you were better than all the others. You earned this attention from him.
Your fingers dig into his biceps, nails leaving little half moon circles on his tan skin, as you grind down, his big cock hitting against your cervix. You've never felt so full in your life, so utterly stretched out. His big hands lifting your ass up and down every time he stuffed his fat length into you. Sweaty curl bounced against his forehead with every thrust into your wetness.
Something so pretty about Billy, despite his harsh edges. You watch his dark eyebrows scrunching as he concentrates. Little sexy huffs coming from his clenched teeth. Boots planted as he ruts up into you, pulling you down with his hands on your hips, spearing you with his massive cock roughly. Wet, obscene squelching sounds mixing with your cries and his deep groans, louder than the stupid tv playing on in the background.
These little sounds coming past your lips, "uh uh uh," as he fucks into you hard and fast. You pretty tits jiggling with every thrust, popping out of your top.
Doesn't take much. You've been building up all night, how deep he's fucking you, spread so wide across his thighs, hitting your clit again and again with his pubic bone, his cigarette breath blowing in your face, his rough hands that will leave bruises, the way he uses your body to get off. Everything about him makes you wet, makes you crazy. His cologne mixed with sweat is too much, little whimpers falling from your throat. Soon you're crying out, the intense waves of your orgasm crashing over you. You fall forward against his chest, tears falling down your pretty cheeks it feels so fuckn' good.
"Bill.... oh god...Billy.... please god...."
You cry out.
"That's it baby, cum for me, sweet angel, milk my cock sweet girl."
He purrs, his face softening. Eyes on your beautiful face as you lose it. Hot cum erupts from his cock in thick spurts. Each shot hitting your cervix, filling you up deep. Your velvety walls grip and milk him for every last drop of his seed. Cum slips out, down and around his shaft, dripping onto his balls and your trembling thighs.
"Shit... fuck!! So fuckn' good...."
He moans all pretty. Something almost feminine in the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheek. His tongue flicks out against his lips, licking across them.
Truth was Billy couldn't give you anything soft, he doesn't do love, it's not real in his eyes, but you knew that when you started seeing him, off and on, his sometimes girl. But you knew something else too... knew he felt something for you by the little tender kisses he gave the side of your face afterwards, kisses your forehead, the way his hand runs over your cheek, something so gentle in those touches, thumb pressing across your lips, staring at your pretty face.
You know this is as close to soft and loving as Billy can be. He doesn't do love, but this was Billy's version of that and you accepted that about him. Your sexy boy. Too pretty for his own good. Too lovable, but he didn't know it, if he'd just let you in.
"What's so great about that stupid show anyway? I mean, it's just some pretty boys running around in some pastel suits... and no socks!"
You jab his chest, laughing softly.
"Don't diss my boy Crockett... he's a serious badass. Thought you liked guys who know how to handle a big... gun."
He winks, looking way too smug talking about some dudes in pretty pastels. Your eyebrows furrowing, looking at him incredulously, trying not to crack up.
"Hmm... not as good as THIS view, that's for sure."
You gesture to his sexy body, fisting his tank top in your hand and pulling him closer. Grinning all stupid at his pretty face.
"Why don't you put that famous Hargrove charm to good use and tell me something sweet, Billy... and maybe we can "watch" another episode... "
"I don't really do sweet, princess, but maybe for you... I might miss an episode."
"Your lucky you're cute, Billy... cause your personality needs work."
His tongue darts out, sitting between his lips, little smirk as he finds your hand, interlacing your fingers together.
"You're hooked on me, you know it."
He's not wrong.
You lean in and kiss him. His tongue warm and heavy against yours. Licks softly into your mouth, bites your bottom lip.
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