billy loomis x stu macher x fem!reader
mdni // not proofread // wc 2.1k
You were about to call it a night when a loud but familiar tapping echoed from your bedroom window. Rain pounded against the glass, blurring the night outside. You peered through the curtains and saw your boyfriend, Billy, drenched from head to toe, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He flashed that signature smirk, water dripping from his chin. "Mind letting me in, princess?" he called over the storm.
You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. Unlatching the window, you helped him climb through, his strong arms flexing as he hoisted himself inside. The scent of rain and his cologne filled the room.
Your gaze traveled down his body, appreciating every inch, until it landed on his shoes. They were caked in thick, brown mud from the trek through the woods. "C'mon, Billy, are you serious?" you groaned, stepping back to avoid the mess.
"I'm sorry, princess," he said, kicking off the boots with a sheepish grin. He pulled you close, his damp clothes soaking into yours. "Let me make it up to you, yeah?" His voice dropped low, lips brushing your ear as his hands slid down your sides.
You shivered, and not from the cold. "You better," you teased, tugging him toward the bed. The rain muffled the world outside as you peeled off his wet shirt, revealing the lean muscles you'd traced so many times. He kissed you deeply, tasting of rain and urgency, his fingers working the hem of your tank top up and over your head.
Billy pushed you onto the mattress, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, to your breasts. He sucked on your nipple, tongue flicking until you arched into him with a soft moan. Your hands fumbled with his belt, freeing his hardening cock from his jeans. It sprang out, thick and ready, the tip already glistening. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly as he groaned against your skin.
He yanked your shorts down, exposing your pussy, already wet for him. Billy spread your thighs, his fingers parting your folds before he thrust two inside, curling them just right. "Fuck, you're soaked," he murmured, pumping in and out while his thumb circled your clit. You bucked against his hand, gasping as pleasure built.
Impatient, you guided his cock to your entrance. He pushed in slowly at first, stretching you deliciously, then slammed deep with a grunt. The bed creaked under his rhythm, hard, possessive thrusts that made your walls clench around him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he fucked you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each drive.
You were lost in the haze, moans spilling from your lips, when a faint tapping interrupted the storm's roar. Billy paused mid thrust, his head snapping toward the window. "What the hell?" he growled, pulling out abruptly. You sat up, heart racing, as he grabbed a sheet to cover himself and stalked to the window.
Peering out, his face twisted in fury. "You motherfucker," he snarled, yanking the curtain aside. There, pressed against the glass like a shadow, was Stu, Billy's best friend, pants around his ankles, hand frozen on his exposed cock, slick with his own precum. Rain soaked him too, but his eyes were wide with shock and guilt.
"Who is it, Billy?" you asked, slipping your shorts back on and joining him at the window. Your stomach flipped when you saw him. "Stu? What are you doing here?"
An awkward silence stretched, broken only by the downpour. Stu stammered, trying to pull up his pants, but Billy's glare pinned him in place. "Answer the question, Stu," Billy demanded, voice low and dangerous.
Stu swallowed hard, face flushed. "I… I was walking by. Heard noises. Didn't mean to…" His eyes darted to you, lingering on your disheveled state, the flush on your cheeks.
Billy's jaw clenched. "Bullshit. You were spying. Jerking off to my girl?" He glanced back at you, anger flashing, but there was something else, curiosity? Possessiveness?
You crossed your arms, studying Stu. He'd always been the goofy one in their duo, tall and lanky with that perpetual grin, but now he looked vulnerable, caught red handed. A thrill sparked in you, unexpected and bold. "So, you've had wet dreams about me? And I'm just gonna assume you've jerked off to me too?"
Billy whipped around. "What the fuck, Y/N?"
You ignored him, leaning closer to the window. "Stu, did you hear me?"
"Uh, yeah. I did. And well… yes. The answer is yes. I've had wet dreams about you, and…" Stu trailed off, guilt etching his features. He glanced at Billy, fear flickering. "How's Billy ever gonna forgive me?" he muttered under his breath.
"It's okay, Stu. I'm not gonna hurt you," you said softly, surprising even yourself. The air thickened with tension, rain drumming like a heartbeat. Stu took a deep breath. "I've also jerked off to you. A lot."
You smiled, a mischievous edge to it. Before anyone could react, you unlatched the window wider and gestured him in. Stu hesitated, looking to Billy, who stood rigid. But after a second, he climbed through and walked to your bed, dripping water on the floor, his cock still half hard, and pants barely on.
The room felt smaller with three of you in it, the air thick with unspoken rules and the scent of rain seeping through the cracked window. Billy's eyes locked on your, dark and intense, while Stu shifted beside you on your bed, his usual goofy grin replaced by something hungrier.
What started as awkward tension melted into something electric. Stu leaned in first, his lips brushing yours tentatively, testing the waters. You responded, parting your mouth to let his tongue slip inside, tasting the faint bitterness of the beer he'd been drinking before. His hand settled on your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh through your shorts, inching higher with each slow breath you shared.
Billy watched for a moment, his jaw tight, before he moved behind you. His body heat enveloped you as he pressed close, lips grazing the side of your neck. You shivered when his teeth nipped at your skin, not hard enough to mark but enough to send sparks down your spine. His hands slid up your sides, under your tank top, palms rough against your ribs. He cupped your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened into peaks. You whimpered into Stu's mouth, the sound muffled as the kiss deepened.
"Strip her," Billy ordered, his voice low and commanding, breath hot against your ear.
Stu pulled back, eyes wide but compliant. His fingers fumbled with the hem of your tank top, lifting it slowly over your head. You raised your arms to help, feeling exposed as the cool air hit your bare skin. He paused, gaze roaming over your chest, before his hands moved to your shorts. He tugged them down along with your panties, leaving you naked between them.
Billy's mouth returned to your neck, kissing a path to your shoulder while one hand stayed on your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations made your core ache, heat building between your legs. You reached out, hands trembling slightly as you found their cocks. Billy, still covered only by your blanket, came undone first. It sprang out, thick and veined, already hard and leaking at the tip. Your other hand mirrored the motion on Stu, his length longer, curving slightly upward.
Billy guided your hand to stroke him, his grip firm on your wrist as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. You pumped slowly, feeling the ridges under your touch, the way he throbbed in response. Stu mirrored the motion on his own side, but you took over, matching the rhythm, your thumbs brushing over their heads on each upstroke. They both groaned, hips shifting forward into your grip. Billy's free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back for a bruising kiss, his tongue claiming your mouth while Stu's lips found your collarbone, sucking lightly.
The sounds filled the room, their heavy breathing mixing with your soft gasps. Minutes stretched as you worked them, building the tension, feeling their cocks grow slick with precum under your hands. Billy broke the kiss first, eyes hooded. "On your knees," he commanded, voice rough.
You sank down slowly, the carpet rough against your skin, knees pressing into the fibers. Billy stood before you, cock bobbing inches from your face. You leaned in, lips parting to take him in. Your tongue flicked out first, lapping at the slit, tasting the salt of him. Then you wrapped your mouth around the head, sucking gently as you took more, inch by inch. He threaded his fingers through your hair, not pushing but holding, thrusting shallowly into the wet heat of your mouth.
Stu stood to your side, stroking himself as he watched, his breaths coming faster. The sight of you on Billy made his cock twitch in his hand. Billy nodded after a few minutes, pulling out with a wet pop. "Your turn."
You turned to Stu, mouth opening to take his length. He was longer, the curve hitting the back of your throat sooner, making you gag softly as you adjusted. You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head slowly, tongue pressing along the underside. He tasted different, saltier, more musky, and you savored it, drawing out each slide. Billy jerked off beside you, his hand moving in time with your rhythm on Stu.
"Fuck, she's good," Stu panted, hips bucking lightly, careful not to overwhelm you.
You alternated between them, taking Billy deep again, then Stu, your jaw aching slightly from the effort but the thrill keeping you going. Saliva dripped down your chin, and their groans grew louder, hands guiding you gently. The rain outside picked up, drumming against the window like a backdrop to the scene.
Eventually, Billy pulled you up by the arms, his strength easy as he positioned you in your bed. "Spread 'em," he said, and you complied, knees falling open to expose your pussy, already slick and swollen. Stu knelt between your thighs first, his breath warm on your folds before his tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. You moaned, head falling back against the extra pillows on your bed.
Billy watched, stroking himself lazily, before joining. He captured your mouth in a kiss, tasting himself on your lips, while Stu's mouth worked you over. Fingers joined his tongue, two slipping inside you, curling to hit that spot that made your hips lift. The build was deliberate, sensations layering one on top of the other, your body winding tighter with each pass.
Stu added a third finger, stretching you, his thumb circling your clit. Billy's hand replaced his on your breast, pinching harder now, the edge of pain sharpening the pleasure. You broke the kiss to gasp, "Please..."
They didn't rush. Stu's tongue lapped steadily, drawing out your first orgasm in waves, your walls clenching around his fingers as you cried out. He didn't stop, easing you through it until you trembled.
Billy took his place then, lining up his cock at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, filling you completely.
"Ass up," Billy murmured, and you shifted, presenting yourself. Stu slicked his cock with spit and your arousal, pressing the tip against your tight hole. He entered gradually, the burn giving way to fullness as he sank in beside Billy's rhythm. They moved in sync at first, then alternating, one pulling out as the other pushed in.
The stretch was intense, every nerve alight. You rocked between them, hands clutching the covers, moans spilling freely. Billy's thrusts grew harder, hitting deep inside your pussy, while Stu's length dragged against your walls in your ass. Sweat slicked your skin, bodies sliding together.
Orgasms built one after another. The first shared one hit you like a storm, your body convulsing, pussy and ass clenching around them. They kept going, drawing it out, your screams echoing their names. Billy pulled out first, cum spilling across your stomach in hot ropes, marking you. Stu followed, burying deep in your ass, spilling inside with a shuddering moan.
Panting, they collapsed around you, Billy on one side, Stu on the other. The rain had eased to a drizzle outside. Billy's arm draped possessively over your waist. "This doesn't change anything," he murmured.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Stu replied, voice sleepy, his head resting on your shoulder.
You lay there, the warmth of their bodies lulling you as the night stretched on.
You smiled, knowing this secret would bind you three in ways you couldn't yet understand.
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