Breakdown: If you were to ask him, Billy would say he loved his girl. If you were to really ask him, heād tell you all about the holes in his drywall. (Basically, Billy is constantly at war) cw: use of the word swagger, fighting, toxic dynamics, name calling, smut, unprotected p in v, manhandling, fingering, spanking, face slapping, oral (m receiving), degrading, daddy kink if you squint, breeding kink if you also squint, Billy is obsessed with you pairing: Billy Hargrove x Bratty!reader. a/n: reader has that pissed off 2000s prissy gf walk (first time writing smutā¦ kinda nervy)
It was a hot day in Indiana. Hot days meant summer, summer meant freedom.
It was only natural for Billy to be in a good mood, summer also meant school would come to an end. No more of that fucking bullshit, it was his time now. He stood in the student parking lot, students around him scurrying to their cars, others sticking around a little longer to catch up with friends. He leaned back against the door of his baby, his Camaro, and lit the end of his cigarette with his worn out zippo. Heād always carry himself with a certain type of swagger, swagger he didnāt even try to achieve, it all came naturally to him. Like he was destined to be sex personified.
It was clear with the way Vicki Carmichael clung onto him at dismissal, offering to walk him to his car. Politely told her to kick rocks.
Couldnāt blame her though, swagger.
Did he mention it was a hot day in Indiana? Reminded him of California. For obvious reasons, he ditched his denim jacket today, settling for a crisp, black wife beater. It was tight on his body, accentuating his large pecs and sexy waist. His broad soldiers and large, muscular arms were on full display and glistened with his sweat under the Indiana sun.
Tattoo almost got him in trouble, but Mrs. Lovelock found him veryā¦ persuasive.
His bottom half remained decent, vintage jeans and all. They werenāt his usual Leviās, but his pretty lady had bought them for him and insisted heād wear them as often as he could. Something about the way they made his ass look. Though, he didnāt mind, they were rather flattering despite the different style. They were boot cut, but a little more flared than he was used to. He was hesitant at first, but you were so adamant and stood on the fact that they looked great on him. Who was he to deny you?
Lastly, the boots. Signature.
Did he mention it was hot?
āFuckinā hell, where the shit..?ā He quietly grumbled, taking his shades off to wipe the beads of sweat that had gathered on his forehead and nose bridge. He then scoffs as he pulls on his collar to create some form of self fanning technique. He told you to meet him at his parking spot right when school ended, so where the fuck were you? You were the one whoād demanded him to take you out after school, said you wanted to go to this cute new ice cream place thatād open. So, againā where the fuck are-
His head whipped in the direction of that familiar, sultry voice thatād always get him hot and bothered. Oh, there you were. It was like you were in some sort of fucking movie: the way the wind seemed to blow through your perfect blow out, the way time seemed to move in slow motion with each strut of your deliciously sexy, long legs, and fuck- donāt get him started on those tits. Perfectly round, large tits that seemed to control him. God, you were his version of a fresh breath of air in a hick town full of turtleneck wearing bitches. He knew it from the moment he saw you; too much woman for any man to handle. He was meant to sweep you off your feet.
He felt his mouth dry up as he watched you stride up to him. You just had that effect on him, all pretty and shit. God, he loved your outfit today. Seems like the Indiana heat gave you more of a reason to wear less clothing than you usually did. That low cut, navy, babydoll top and that denim mini skirt, surely you mustāve gotten scolded for breaking dress codeā especially with the way your black, lace bra peeked from under your top.
Your style was one of the first things he noticed about you. The way you rocked your cleavage and exposed midriff, that belly button ring, in such a conservative town. The way no one would dare to give you shit about it because you were just so gorgeous, so confident with yourself. You have this whole fucking town wrapped around your pretty finger. Have him wrapped around your pretty finger.
When you finally approached him, his arms immediately moved to wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you in like it was second nature. Your hands rested on his biceps, those hypnotic eyes of yours looking up at his pretty blues.
āI know, ām sorry, baby. Had to double check something for cheer, yāknow?ā
Heād simply hum, not bothering to interrogate or even be annoyed with your lack of punctuality. You rocked onto your tippy toes, pressing a sweet kiss on his soft, pink lips, his mustache tickling your skin. Ugh, you were obsessed with him. Was probably a good thing that the attraction went both ways, but it was only natural that Hawkinsā two hottest residents end up with each other.
āWe still getting ice cream? Could always just go to my placeā¦ā
āIce cream, then your place.ā
āFine,ā he rolled his eyes and released you from his grasp, instead placing a hand on your lower back to lead you to the passenger side of the car. Heād then give your ass a quick slap before you slid in, shutting the door behind you. Heād trudge over to the other side, slipping into the driver seat.
Youād begin to talk about your day, Billy quietly listening as he inserted the keys to his Camaro. The engine purred nicely, catching the attention of nearby students.
He pressed down on the accelerator, tires loudly screeching as he pulled out and drove off. As they exited school grounds, he made his way to the main road. He hated the main road, damned thing was so unpaved, creating a less than smooth drive. Donāt get him started on the smell of cow shitā God, how he hated this town. He kept a tight grip on the steering wheel as his foot never seemed to stop pressing down on the accelerator. He was probably going double the 40 maximum limit. That was one of the things you couldnāt break out of him, now matter how hard you triedā his reckless ass driving. No matter how much you bitched, how much you threatened to break up with himā he just couldnāt stop. So youād eventually give up.
Def Leppard softly hummed from the radio, Lady Strange. Normally heād scoff, even gag, whenever someone would play the band near his vicinity. Thought it was music for pussies. But of course; it just so happened to be one of your favorite bands. Heād later learn that dating you meant letting you have full control of the music, and heād be damned if he picked another fight with you over it. At least it wasnāt Duran Duran.
ā-and then Carol said-ā¦ why arenāt you holding my leg?ā
āStop fucking around.ā
Billy couldnāt hold the chuckle that slipped from his lips as he peeled his right hand off the leather steering wheel, slapping it down on your soft thigh. His hand was heavy and big, fingers thick and calloused. Yet he softly squeezed, massaging into your supple skin. Satisfied, you continued on with your little story about people he couldnāt give less of a shit about.
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Billy stood behind you in a way in which the intimidated ice cream vendor would describe as āguard-dog likeā. Beefy arms crossed over his chest at your indecisiveness, as you couldnāt choose between mango or peach. āIāll take both!ā
Billy slammed down a wrinkle Hamilton, which may or may not have pulled a nervous yelp from the young cashier work. They were handed their ice cream, rocky road for Billy and mango/peach for you. He then led you out the shop and opened the door for you, causing the little sound of the doors bell to ring softly then swung his free arm over your shoulder once outside. āI wanna sit out there,ā you once again demanded. Jeez, at least say thank you. You pointed to your left, Billyās gaze shifting from his Camaro (which he assumed they were currently walking towards) to a pretty, little gazebo which resided beside the ice cream parlor. It was painted with pretty pastels: pinks, yellows, blues and white. It was decorated with little fairy lights and a variety of plastic flower arrangements. Billy cringed. Man, it was like it was built to bait girls like you.
āWhat? Fuck no, itās hot as shit,ā heād groan, almost offended that youād even consider such a thing. Heād learn to quickly regret opening his mouth as your face immediately dropped. You scoffed, pushing his arm from your shoulder and stopping in your tracks. Billy sighed, stopping with you.
āWhat do you mean āno?ā Itās not even that hot, donāt be such a dick,ā you sassed. Billy found it hard to take you seriously as you wore a cute scowl on your face and crossed your arms under your tits, unintentionally pushing them up. He licked his lips. āItās not even that hot!ā you insisted, despite your ice cream rapidly melting down your fingers, further proving his point.
āBesides, itās got a roof and fan,ā you argued. Billy turned his head towards the gazebo, eyes narrowing at the pathetic, wooden ceiling fan that spun too slowly to offer any relief from this dreaded heat. Man, you were seriously demented if you thought your argument would get you anywhere.
āJesus, (y/n), I said no.ā
āGod, youāre so lame!ā
āAnd youāre acting like a bitchy, little brat! I bought you your fuckinā ice cream, letās. go,ā he snapped, the blazing heat and your damned attitude wearing his patience thin. If looks could kill, Billy would be 6 feet under, but he knew better than to be afraid of someone as pretty as you. The absolute look of fury and disdain paired with the way your hands were fisted, practically shaking, would probably scare the average Hawkins student. But not Billy. Never Billy. He merely saw your outbursts as what they wereā tantrums.
āUgh!ā you whined, throwing your ice cream on the pavement as your hands dropped to your sides. Billy simply rolled his eyes as you shoved past him, kitten heels clacking against the parking lot ground as you stormed off in the direction of his Camaro. His eyes naturally shot down to your ass, and if it were on different circumstances, circumstances where he didnāt want to punch a nearby tree, he wouldāve laughed at the way your hips aggressively moved as you walked off. He trudged behind. He knew what awaited him.
That good mood from before? Disintegrated.
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āIf youāre gonna act like a broad on her period for the rest of the day, I can just drop you off at home, understand?ā Billy drawled, nonchalantly licking a long stripe of ice cream on his tongue as he sped through downtown. He was trying to get under your skin, and shit it was working. Seated in the passenger seat, your arms were (childishly) crossed over your chest and your body angled so your back would face him. He wouldnāt show itā his pride and all, didnāt want you to know you had an effect on his mood (you knew, as did everyone)ā but that pout on your face was both annoying him, as well as turning him on. Wanted to fuck it off your face.
āYouāre a fucking bitch, Billy.ā
You shot him a glare, fighting the urge to grab onto the steering wheel and crashing his precious car into the nearest brick building. You watched as that fat tongue lapped away at the creamy dessert, your thighs pressing together. You had problems. One minute you wanted to tear his stupidly perfect, blonde curls out his scalp, and the other you wanted him to put you in a full nelson. Alas, that was simply your dynamic. Youād broken up 5 times this month, giving Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins a run for their money. Were you two toxic? Yeah, anyone could see it, you two knew it. Did that mean you two werenāt absolutely in love with each other? Absolutely not. Though, you two seriously needed to work on showing it better.
āDunno why I put up with you, youāre a total piece of shit,ā you sneered. Billy simply responded with a condescending laugh, wiping his ice cream coated fingers on his jeans. Your eye twitched at the sight.
āYou put up with me? Quit your daytime job and become a comedian, babe, youāre hilarious.ā
āShut your fucking mouth!ā You screeched. Billy remained unfazed as his stern expression didnāt falter. Nothing he wasnāt used to. Though, his grip on the steering wheel seemed to tighten every time youād shoot him an insult in hopes of irritating him. You shifted your body so youād face him, eyes narrowed and a smug smile now replacing the frustrated look on your face.
āYāknow, you tend to get real cocky for a charity case. I did you the favor of being your girlfriend, only to get paid in disrespect,ā your demeanor became more smug as Billyās knuckles became a white-ish color as his fingers squeezed the ever loving fuck out of the poor steering wheel. He remained silent, then later mirrored that same cocky smile that youād worn.
āYeah? Well this ācharity caseā has had to plow your ass numerous times because youāre a needy fuckinā whore. Now, shut your fuckinā mouth for once, you need me more than I need you,ā Your smile visibly faltered. This kind of banter was the root cause for all your relationship problems. You two would get so aggravated that youād say the cruelest things in hopes of upsetting the other. Things that neither of you ever meant. It usually ended up with you crying, yet eventually ending back into his arms.
āDonāt jerk yourself off, douche, youāre as replaceable as they come,ā Billy held his tongue, not bothering to give you the time of day anymore. Heād rather tune you out and let you spout words laced with venom until youād eventually tire yourself out instead of saying something heād regret. Instead, he reached over to the radio and turned up the volume, letting the sound of Duran Duran fill the car. Damn it, this day just couldnāt get any worse.
āOh, real mature, William,ā holy shit, youād better stop there.
āWhat? You mad, baby? Poor little babyās gonna cry?ā His jaw clenches.
āYouāre a biiiiiitch, youāre not a fucking man,ā his breathing began to pick up, his thick eyebrow twitching.
āIf it were any of your pathetic little friends, youād bow to their every whim, stupid dog.ā
āSeriously. Be glad I put up with your bullshit.ā
āI could have anyone.ā
āSomeone thatād listen.ā
āSomeone with a larger intellectual capacity.ā
āSomeone way more interesting.ā
āSomeone whoād take care of me.ā
āSomeone whoād fuck me better.ā Billy was about to break and you knew it. You had a shit eating smirk as you settled back into your seat, no longer leaning over the console.
āBut, hey-ā He almost flinched.
āPlenty of bitches in the sea, right? Iāll find someone else. Someone better. You can rot for all I- SHIT!ā
Without uttering a single word, Billy swerved off the road, the sound of tires screeching reminding you of loud shrieks. Luckily, heād turn into Cherry Lane and not in some fucking ditch like you initially thought. He sped past the 25 MPH sign, which was more like a suggestion than an obligation in his eyes. Your hand immediately shot up to the grab handles on the cars roof as your heart raced. He then stomped down on the breaks, which probably wouldāve shot you throw the windshield if you werenāt wearing your seat belt, and turned the wheel to pull into his driveway.
Billy put āer in park, killing the engine and shoved his keys into his pocket. You, still horrified, slowly looked over at him and watched as he shoved a cigarette into his mouth and lit its end. He was unnervingly quiet, yet hasty as heād aggressively breathe in and blow out a cloud of smoke. He never looked at you, not even once.
āYou can go fuck yourself, stupid cunt,ā he finally snarled, kicking the drivers door open and storming up his driveway. You let go of the grab handles and observed with wide eyes as he fumbled with his house keys and eventually flung the door open so hard you swore you heard the sound of the copper door knob slam into the drywall.
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Billy laid his head back onto his bedās pillows, thick forearm tossed over his eyes. Heād immediately storm into his room when he arrived home and stayed there. Heād heard you come in, but you never knocked on his door to check on him. Probably for the better. He could hear the sound of MTV humming from the living room and through the thin walls of his room. He assumed you were lounging on his couchā something youād often do whenever you came over, like you owned the place. You were probably waiting for him to cool down and eventually come out. Jokes on you, he was still beyond pissed. Just a little less than earlier. Even then, he wouldnāt give you the satisfaction of an apology, not this time. Youād seriously gotten on his nerves, worse than usual.
He quietly groaned. Maybe this was the universeās way of teaching him a lessonā a lesson for being so cocky, for terrorizing those around him. The universe had sent you down to humble him. To drive him crazy. So why wouldnāt he just end it? For good? Believe him, the thought crossed his head multiple times, but it was fruitless. He was addicted. Addicted to you. He found comfort in your chaos. Besides, itās not like you two would fight all the time. When you werenāt wreaking havoc, you were his sweet girl. Actually pleasant to be around. You were so soft, rubbing up on his chest with that look in your eyes which could only be described as devilish. Your voice, all low and velvetyā he loved the way you said his name.
Billy scoffed as his thoughts began to drift.
No, he was supposed to be pissed off.
Meanwhile, you were in fact lounging on his familyās couch, twirling a strand of hair with your manicured finger. You too had your own thoughts about your big argument from just an hour ago. Part of you knew you were being too harshā you didnāt even mean most of the things you said. The other part was still replaying the things heād say too. You sighed, holding one of Susanās ugly decorative throw pillows to your chest while you sunk into the worn down cushions of the couch. His family wasnāt home and wouldnāt be for the next couple of hours. You shoved your face into the pillow, groaning.
Today wasnāt supposed to turn out this way.
God, he shouldāve just sat at that damn gazebo and everything wouldāve been fine. You wouldāve happily lapped away at your ice cream, admiring the little fairy lights and plastic peonies and babyās breath whilst your boyfriend would lovingly admire you. You two would talk- well. You usually talked enough for the both of you, heād just listen. Then once youād finish your ice cream, you wouldāve walked back to the Camaro, hand in hand, and driven back to his place. Finally, the day would conclude with him fucking your brains out and giving you a delicious pearl necklace.
Now you solemnly sat on your ass, sexually deprived and bitter.
You didnāt know what to do. Should you just swallow your pride and beg him to let you swallow his nut? Or should you sit all petty for the rest of the day until youād have to eventually ask him to give you a ride back home? Both would involve you having to talk to him, yet only one ensured satisfaction on both ends. But did you have to apologize?? Itās his fault, reallyā heād spoil you so much, it was only natural youād expect him to drop to his knees and bow to your every whim.
You had to think this through.
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Two hours to knock on his door.
Billy was still sprawled on his mattress, boots kicked off and wife beater tossed to the side. Heād aimlessly flip through an old playboy magazine he hadnāt touch in months in hopes of distracting himself from you. He didnāt even perk up at the sound of you knocking, he simply knew this dance all too well.
First, youād act like a normal couple. Holding hands, going out on dates, surprising you with an extravagant bouquet in your locker, making out in front of peopleā you did it all. Then, Billyās least favorite part, one of you would pick a fight which would later blow up into something worse. It could be over the most mundane things too, like maybe Billy was chewing too loudly near you, or maybe the way you said ābyeā to Harrington was too sweet in Billyās eyesā it didnāt matter. Itād usually end up in a tongue lashing from either one of you. One time, it was so bad youād actually thrown a wrench at his head. Obviously, youād miss, but you sure as hell didnāt miss the Camaro. Had to pay for that one out of pocket.
Later would come the silence. Youād both take this time to really think. Should I have said that? Should I have thrown that? Now, this stage wouldnāt take more than maybe an hour, but today seemed to be different. Heād admit, this was probably one of the worst arguments heād had in a while.
Finally, came his favorite part.
Now, this could be initiated by either of you. Usually, it was him whoād have to grovel, but I digress. Either of you would approach the other, the aggressive and downright hateful temperament now replaced with something soft, needy. Itād take some work, but the other party would eventually give in, and thus the magic began. After that, the cycle would repeat.
But youād really piss Billy off today.
If you were going to initiate the last and final stage of this toxic sequence you two couldnāt seem to get out of, he was gonna make you work for it.
Upon being ignored, youād knock again. This time earning a response from Billy.
āGo away,ā heād snarl, shutting the magazine and tucking it away in the small space between his bed and the wall. He wouldnāt want you seeing the damned thing and fuck up the flow of the cycle. Instead of listening to Billy (itās not like ever did anyway), you opened his bedroom door and peeked through the gap. Your eyes narrowed as your man laid all restless on a bed way too small for someone of his stature.
He just looked so tasty with the way his juicy pecs were now free of that constrictive wife beater and softly moved up and down as he breathed. Those sexy arms which could manhandle you into any position he wanted were neatly placed behind his head as his sleepy, blue eyes stared up at his popcorn ceiling. He was still in his tight jeans, one of his thick and meaty legs dangling lazily off the bed. You needed him NOW.
You slowly approached, like he was some animal you didnāt want to spook. The mattress dipped as you sat at the very corner. His eyes shut. If he were to look at you heād fail. He could already picture it: your pretty, plump lips in a needy pout, your hands innocently folded on your lap, those eyes. Doe eyes. Youād look like some pure little angel, but he knew better.
āYou mad, baby?ā man, youād even pitch up your voice for effect.
āThe fuck does it look like?ā
āI dunnoā¦ā youād whisper, slowly crawling up the mattress to lay beside him. It was a tight squeeze, your back was practically pressed against the wall. You were on your side, burning a hole through the side of his face while he was internally fighting for the strength to not face you. You then challenged him some more as you brought your hand up to his bare chest, gently dragging your nails over the soft, tanned skin.
āDonāt want you to be mad at meā¦ā you quietly whimpered. āLast thing I wantā¦ā
āLittle too late for that,ā he scoffed, eyes finally shooting open and narrowing at the sight of your pretty little face. He wasnāt surprised that you had matched your expression to the exact one heād picture down to a t. Your bottom lip quivered as you leaned closer, hand trailing down to his stomach.
āIām sorry, baby, I really am. Yāknow I didnāt mean any of that.ā
āAny of what? The bit where Iām a fucking bitch whoās stupid, uninteresting, ignorant to your demands and canāt fuck for shit? Or maybe the part where Iām actually a dog whose sole purpose is to entertain his friends? Get the hell out,ā Billyās hand shot up and swatted yours away. You bit the inside of your cheek.
āI didnāt mean any of it! I swear!ā
āI donāt believe you.ā
āShit doesnāt mean anything.ā
You whined, pressing your body against his. In the past two hours it took for you to knock on his door, youād thought over your two options. You were getting railed one way or the other. Well, that kind of sounds shallow. Although you did want him to dick you down, youād realize you were way too harsh. In reality, you were his little princess and he was doing his best to keep you all sweet and happy for him. The argument began because you were being unreasonable. It took you a while to come to that conclusion.
You cupped the side of his face, fingers pressing against the scruff along his jawline. Your other hand desperately gripped onto his pillow while your leg had been swung over his.
āIām super duper sorry, Bill! I was just upset is all! Love you so much, daddy, would never leave you, youāre so amazingā¦ I belong to you..ā you babbled, pressing your face into the side of his neck to pepper kisses along his throat and up to his jaw.
Billyās eyes narrowed down at the top of your head, your words instantly going down to his cock. Fuck. He felt it twitch at your pathetic apology. Suddenly, he moved his hand to your head, thick fingers tangling up in your hair as he pulled on the strands, causing your head to crane upwards.
āForever and ever, Billyā¦ā
āFine. prove it,ā without another word, you smashed your lips onto his, his hands shooting down to scrunch your skirt up to your hips so heād be able to grip onto your ass. He kneaded the soft fat, his blunt nails leaving little crescent shaped indents on your ass. Heād continue this for a couple of more seconds before raising his heavy hand up andā
You whimpered in his mouth at that sudden sting feeling on your left cheek, practically melting on top of him. His fat, pink tongue was shoved down your throat as the kiss quickly intensified, drool pooling up on the corner of Billyās mouth. His grip on your hair tightened as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting down. āHmmā¦ā Billyās eyes fluttered open for a second, your moans were Billyās favorite music.
His hand slid from your hair, down to your throat. He pushed your face back and looked at you with such intensity your cunt was actually throbbing.
āYou wanna make it up to me?
āYes, baby, Iāll do anything for you-ā
āTake it all off and get on your knees.ā
And so you did. Billy sat on the edge of his bed, his tight jeans and white briefs now pushed down to his ankles. You settled between his meaty thighs, stripped of all your clothing. He had a dark glint in his eyes as he eyed you up and down like you were a piece of meat. Your tits; they were unreal. Unlike anything heād ever seen, objectively better than any pair on playboy, thatās for fucking sure. That ass? Doggy was big in your relationship, loved fucking you from behind to watch it jiggle. He wanted to taste your pussy too. Poor thing, was probably dripping all over his rug, all neglected and shit. If he werenāt trying to teach you a lesson, heād be worshipping your every curve. Today though, it was gonna be all about him.
Meanwhile, you were practically salivating at the sight of his thick, lengthy cock. Ugh, you could stare at it all day and dream of it all night. That pink mushroom tip thatād always manage to get a squeal out of you when it was inserted rather roughly (Billy had a hard time being gentle). That veiny shaft that only amplified the feeling of being fucked stupid. The way his heavy balls would slap against your ass with every thrustā it was all too much.
āWell? The fuck are you waiting for? Hands behind your back and suck it, stupid slut.ā
You wasted no time. You began giving his tip little kitten licks, tongue gliding over his slit and later swirling around his head. You could hear his breath hitch as you take him slow and deliberate. āShitā¦ā heād whisper as heād bring his heavy palm to the back of your head. A low moan escaped his lips as you took him further into your throat, the tip of your nose brushing against the soft curls at his base. Your eyes practically roll back as the scent of his addictive musk fills your nostrils. As you continue to bob your head, pace becoming more erratic and desperate, his hips stutter. Heās trying so hard to keep calm. Trying so hard not to fuck your face like a virgin.
The sounds echoing in his room are nothing short of filthy. He weakly groans your name, over and over again, like some mantra, while you sloppily take him in all his glory. You feel his cock throb. Heās close. You can tell by the way heās now pushing on your head and losing control over his hips. You groan, sending gentle vibrations onto his shaft, as your eyes roll back. You prepare yourself to take it. Take that fat load down your throat. Hawkinsā princess reduced to nothing but Hargroveās bitchy little fuck toy.
Yet somehow, Billy finds that inner strength. That ability to hold back. Youāre surprised (and a little disappointed) at the way he stops and slowly pulls your head back by your hair like heād done earlier. You stare up at him, eyes all watery and lips glossed over with spit and pre-cum. So fucking pretty for him, he wants to take a Polaroid and stick it in his wallet. He quietly pants as his hand slides from the back to your head over to your cheek, cupping it. His dick is still near your face, his tip all red and angry after being denied an orgasm, despite being so close. With the way it twitched, you wouldnāt be surprised if it suddenly burst all over your face.
Your eyes quickly snapped up. You didnāt even realize you were staring so intensely at his cock.
āStill mad, yāknow.ā
āYeah?ā Your voice was all raspy, just how he liked it.
You nuzzled your face into his rough palm, staring up at him with those dangerous doe eyes. Your left hand gently trailed circles over his thick thigh while the other lovingly caressed his side.
āHow can I make it all better, Bill?ā
He merely smiled, his thumb rubbing your temple.
āGonna fuck you raw. Get on the bed.ā
Your eyes lit up. This was exactly what youād been waiting for. Eagerly, you rose from your knees, crawling back into the mattress. Billy observed your every move, taking in the glorious sight of your body. No girl could compare. A small gasp left your lips as you felt a familiar sting on your ass cheek. Heād smack your ass. Couldnāt blame him though, youād practically wiggle your behind as you crawled past him.
āWant you on all fours.ā
God, he liked you like this. He liked that obedience. Liked it better than when youād try to kill him. He could get used to it, but even he knows thatās wishful thinking. He watched as you fell into position; on all fours and back arched in an unimaginable way. He noticed the way your belly button charm jingled quietly and glistened with the small amount of light that slipped through the cracks of his door. You took a notice of his staring, a dangerous smile on your face, and wiggled your hips playfully. Naughty little minx. Heād smirked and finally kicked off those tight jeans and briefs, then moved on the mattress so he could situate himself behind you. His hands naturally moved to hold onto your soft hips.
āPrettiest girl aroundā¦ too bad youāre a little bitch,ā he growled lowly, pulling a pathetic sound out of you. He removed a hand from your hips and gripped onto his cock, teasing your wet folds with his thick tip. You mewled, your eyes screwing shut and biting your bottom lip as you moved your hips back to slowly grind on his cock. He watched you with narrowed eyesā watched your pitiful attempt to get off. With a scoff, he gave your ass a harsh smack. A reminder of whoās in charge. You yelped at the sudden sensation, whipping your head around. With a gulp, you stared over your shoulder, meeting his downright predatory gaze.
āYou think you deserve to cum?ā
āYou think you deserve to cum? Simple question, stupid whore.ā
āWell, I donāt think so.ā
āWhat? Why?!ā Billy almost laughed at the way your bottom lip quivered as you pouted. Reminded him of a puppy dog.
āDid you forget? Yāsaid a lot of nasty shit, girlieā¦ really hurt my feelings.ā
āI said I was sorry!ā
āI know you did. Sucked me off real nice, babyā¦ but I think you still need to be punished. Only way youāll learn,ā his grin was almost villainous. He released his cock, his hand now up to your pussy. His middle finger circled your clit with firm and deliberate pressure. āBillyā¦ā youād whine as youād bury your face into his soft pillows. Billy kept his rhythm torturously steady, pressing firmly into the bundle of nerves and gathering your slick all over his digit.
āDrenchedā¦ havenāt even done anything yet.ā
āPlease..ā he mimicked your whiny, high pitch tone as he slowly slid his middle finger into your tight pussy. You groaned as slowly pumped in and out of you, gasping as he curled his thick finger and caressed your slick walls. He quickened his pace, later adding another finger causing your pussy to flutter around him. Your moans became more intense and your thighs began to quiver, you were a messā yet he remained unbothered.
āYouāre real easy, yāknow.ā
You lifted your head from his pillows, once again looking over your shoulder. Eyes all watery and eyebrows knitted together. Heād smirk back at you, a small whine leaving your lips as he pulled his fingers back. You watched as he brought those calloused extremities up to his pink lips, which you desperately needed to kiss, and lapped away at your juices like heād done with his ice cream a few hours ago. The sight alone was enough for a small moan to escape your throat. Of course, that didnāt go unnoticed by your beloved.
āSlut,ā heād say without thinking about it, like it was your name. You huffed at that.
The wet sounds of your pussy gushing around his fingers and your desperate moans were now replaced by an uncomfortable silence. Well, uncomfortable to you at least. You were still on all fours, your neck beginning to ache as your head remained turned to Billy. He stared back. In moments like these, you could never really tell what he was thinking. His unpredictability annoyed you more than words could describe. For all you know, he could just decide right then and there that he didnāt want to continue on and leave you to deal with yourself. That way he could get back at you. Although, the way he was gripping on your hip said he wasnāt quite done with you.
āChanged my mind. Lay on your back.ā
āWhat was that? You giving me attitude, bitch?ā he growled, his hand shooting forward to grip onto your hair. You hissed, your fingers reaching up to dig into his wrist.
āLay on your fucking back.ā
Before you knew it, you were being pawed at on Billyās mattress. His hand slid from your wrist up to your bicep, gripping it with a strength that made you cry out. His other hand grabbed onto the fat of your thigh, surely heād leave a bruise, and before you knew itā heād violently turn you on your back, like some sort of caveman. You grunted, slapping the tattoo on his bicep, your legs uselessly kicking beneath you. āFucking brute!ā Youād squeal, though youād quickly shut up when you felt a swat across your cheek, causing your head to quickly whip to the left. The asshole had just slapped you. Slapped your face. Your eyes were wide and your bottom lip quivered as you slowly turned back to him.
āā¦you gonna behave?ā heād deadpan, only to later sigh at the sight of your eyes welling up with tears.
Now, spanking was one thing. You liked it, Billy knew that. But full on face slapping? Always caught you off guard, always was too much. You couldnāt decide how you felt about it, and that made you feel weird. You did know that it gave your man some sense of control. Control he didnāt have in your regular day to day life. Maybe thatās why he liked it.
āCāmon, donāt cry. Wonāt slap you if you listen, okay?ā
āGood. Can ya spread your legs?ā
Not sure why heād even ask because heād then force your knees apart. Billy scooted closer and leaned in, his silver pendant dangling near your face. Baby blue eyes stared into yours, so loving. So intimidating. Your thighs naturally pressed against his sides as his hands moved up to your waist.
āHm.. gonna tear you apart,ā Billy growled. You hummed as you felt his mushroom tip press against your entrance once more. You couldnāt take it anymore. He was playing in your face. If you currently werenāt receiving your punishment (with grace might I add), you wouldāve disintegrated him for teasing you for so long.
āI wanna hear it again. Make it sweeter, and Iāll fuck you so good. Even let you cum.ā
āCāmon,ā heād grin, running that tongue over his perfect teeth. Your breathing quickened as he you felt his dick begin to slowly glide between your folds. āMore feeling.ā
āI-Iāmā¦ Iām sorry, Billy!ā
āFor- ugh- For being so mean! So sorry, Billy!ā you pathetically cried, rocking your hips against his aching cock. Your hand gripped onto Billyās sheets while the other rested on top of his hand, which continued to grab onto your sexy waist. You noticed a vein on his forehead and his breathing getting heavier. He rolls his hips.
āKeep going. Tell me just how fuckinā sorry you are, bitch.ā
āHuuuuuuā¦I-I shouldnāt have said all that shit! Youāre so amazing, babyā¦ so fuckinā sorry- youāre my man!ā
āYou want this fucking cock?!ā
āFine,ā he growled, and in one smooth movement, heād shove every inch of his fat cock inside until he was fully seated. A choked shriek rips from your lips, your hands finding their way to Billyās shoulder. āFuuuuuuck,ā Billy hissed, his eyes rolling back into his skull. Billy lived for this. Lived for fucking you, and heās fucked many. Even then, none could compare to the immense pleasure he gets from even a quickie with you. When heād fuck you for the first time, heād notice he was abnormally aware of your body. He was aware of the way your body would loosen up and relax, as if youād found peace in the way heād wreck you. The way youād clench when you were near. The way heat literally radiated from your body. He canāt say he ever cared about these things with his previous flings.
Billy looked down at you, pupils all dilated. He leans back, now sitting upright, and pulls you closer by the hips.
āMove,ā you whisper, earning a chuckle from him. Couldnāt fuck the entitlement out of you if he tried.
He finally pulls his hips back and slams them back against yours. He finds his pace immediatelyā rapid and violent. Almost brusque. The room is filled with the lewd sounds of his cock slamming against your slick, sinful moans and whispers of each otherās names, and the loud noise of his headboard slamming repeatedly against his drywall. He reaches for your leg, throwing it over his shoulder, now working with the new angle.
āHmph!ā Billy!ā you groan, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks from being fucked so good.
āShit-ā Billy grunts. āSo fuckinā tight!ā
Now, how much of a loser would Billy be if he were to cum in the next 5 minutes? Youād probably tear his dick off, telling him heās a good for nothing dud.
Who could blame him though? It was all too much. Heās so deep in that warm cunt, balls deep, and youāre so fucking beautiful. The way your tits bounce erratically with each thrust, heās absolutely hypnotized. Your lips are swollen, your mascara now running down your cheeks. Youāre the most beautiful thing heās ever seen. Shit, heās whipped. Doesnāt mind, though. He smirks as a string of whiny moans and whimpers leave your lips with each snap of his hips.
āHm? You happy now, whore?ā He pants. āDicking you down that good?ā
āYes! Love you so much, Bill-ā you sob. His hand falls down to your clit, his thumb roughly circling over the sensitive nub, pulling a yelp out of you.
āThis ās what it takes for you to behave, huh? Need Bill to use you as a fuckinā cum dump,ā Billy cackles as he continues to pound into you while simultaneously playing with your pussy. With the dreadful Hawkins weather and the heat radiating from your bodies, sweat begins drip down his body, his curls sticking to his forehead and his cheeks turning a rosy hue.
Your pussy squelches as his speed quickens, causing the puny bed frame creak louder underneath you both. If you werenāt so focused on him ruining you, youād be worried about the damn thing breaking in half.
You begin to move your hips to meet his thrusts, your mind fogging up. Usually did. Even when you werenāt being railed. Something about being Billyās woman changed your brain chemistryā changed the way you went about life. He offered relief, pleasure, peace, despite the amount of times youād verbally abuse each other. He was your man.
Before you know it, Billyās tossing your leg aside and leaning down towards you and crashes his lips onto yours. Your tongues fight against each other, only for you to then surrender, letting him have his way and shove it down your throat. You both hum into the kiss as his thrusts begin to slow down and become heavier. You preferred it like this. It felt more intimate feeling him so deep, as if you two would then morph into one. Youāre gently sucking on his tongue and wrapping your long legs (which heād go to war for) around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.
He pulls away from the kiss, a more gentle expression on his face. Canāt help but admire him as you softly sniffle, he was unbelievably handsome. Absolutely gorgeous. You genuinely believed that Billy was brought down to this Earth to be beauty personified. Such a chiseled jawline along with thick eyebrows, a thick porn stache and dreamy blue eyes to get lost in. Not to mention those annoyingly long lashes that made you envious, pink lips and little freckles to soften his sharp looks. The perfect mix of masculinity and femininity.
Your eyes flicker from his eyes and puffy lips as you snake one arm around his neck to bury your fingers into those blonde curls while your other rests on his muscular back. His hips have completely stopped moving, Billy now hovering over your body while heās half buried into your cunt. Slowly, he brings his forehead down to press against yours. Your nose twitches at the way his curls tickle your cheek.
āGonna make you my wife, yāknow.ā
āAre you proposing right now?ā
āFuck no. Just wanted you to know.ā
You manage a shy smile, completely unlike your usual confident image.
āā¦good. Wonāt accept anything less than a proposal in Ibiza.ā
āOf course you wonāt, brat,ā he rolls his eyes but grins nonetheless.
He winces as you roll your hips against his.
āDonāt get all sappy now. Make me cum, asshole.ā
āFine,ā he scoffs, sitting up and getting into position. You bite your lip as he starts up his hips all while you keep your sexy legs wrapped around him.
Heās now driving his fat cock into you and slips his hand from your waist to your tit, grabbing a handful. Your eyebrows knit together and toes curl as he repeatedly hits that little spongy spot inside of you with his fat tip. Your pussy begins to clench around him as if it were begging him to keep you all nice and full. Begging him to never pull out.
āSqueezing me tight there, babyā¦ you close?ā
āyeah, yeah, yeah, hmm- dontstopdontstopdontstop!ā
āCouldnāt pay me to stop, princess,ā he whispers. āGonna cum with you, cum into this pretty pussy..ā
He hooks his arms under your knees, pushing them back, bending you in half. You absolutely lose it, eyes rolling back as he fucks you stupid. You feel some sort of coil tightening in your belly as you scream out. Neighbors probably think youāre being brutally murdered, but you genuinely donāt give a shit, youāre too focused on squirting all over Billyās cock.
Your body is trembling and Billyās not holding back. It only takes him three more thrusts and a series of filthy words before youāre screaming out his name, a wave of euphoria crashing over your body as an amazing orgasm has your legs shaking violently. Billyās close behind, he feels his balls tightening as they slap desperately against your ass. He wants nothing more but to empty that sweet load inside, not caring about potentially getting you pregnant. If anything, the thought only encourages him. Youāre crying helplessly under him as he fucks you through your orgasm, your body all sensitive and shit. āGonna cum inside you, girlie,ā Billy alerts, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second.
Youāre practically milking him with the way you squeeze around him. He slams into you, burying himself impossibly deep inside. You gasp you feel ribbons of Billyās hot cum flood your insides. āFuckinā hell!ā His moans are deep, his voice is hoarse. Heās loving the way your pussy seems to be squeezing every last drop out of him. He groans before completely collapsing on top of you, tuning out your complaints.
āShit, Billy, get off! Youāre heavy!ā
He just gave you an amazing orgasm and this is how you repay him? Didnāt take long for you to go back to your usual self.
āHmmā¦ please, baby, shut your fuckinā mouth for once.ā
. Żā ā¹ . Ż ā” Ż . ā¹ ā Ż.
You were now laying comfortably in Billyās bed after a nice hot bath.
Now dressed in one of Billyās large Ted Nugent t-shirts and his boxers, Billy wearing pajama pants and nothing more, you were sprawled on top of him with your head resting on his broad chest. His sheets were carelessly tossed off the bed, he felt they were useless considering the heatwave. The sun was setting, casting an orangeish hue upon Billyās room and he could still hear the sound of MTV softly playing from his living room. You mustāve forgotten to shut the TV off when you came to his room. He didnāt mind, he felt it created a calmer atmosphere. He ran gentle circles on your back with coarse fingers and nuzzled his cheek against your soft hair. Moments like these are what gave Billy the strength to carry on. Distracted him from his shitty home life and deep rooted issues.
He was almost thrown off by how soft and genuine your voice sounded. It was unusual coming from you.
āYou said youād make me your wife.ā
Billy halted his hand movements, staring at the top of your head. Youād be lying if you said his silence didnāt bother you. You tilt your head up to make his gaze, your lips all pouty and eyes all glossy. He stares back, calm faced.
Satisfied, you giggle and nuzzle further into his chest. He chuckles and squeezes your shoulder, staring up at his ceiling. Of course he meant it. Couldnāt get rid of you, even if he tried.
āTake me to get ice cream tomorrow.ā
āDonāt ruin the moment.ā
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