Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!
req: “ Hi! I was thinking about male reader patching up Billy after he got in a fight with someone, and reader even give him a massage which leads to nsfw. But its like really soft? Because Billy is still fucked up cuz of the fight so its like gentle sex? With top!reader? That's actually not necessarily i just like sub!billy c: “ — @russainweed
thanks for requesting again! i do love me some sub!billy, so here’s some of that.
CW: swearing, mentions of injuries, insulting pet names lmfao, smut, no dicks go into any butts — but billy does get fingered, reader has a dick, emotionally intense sex that’s also soft & giggly af.
pairing: Billy Hargrove x M!reader.
he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.
a/n: goddamn it’s been a minute since i’ve written smut — phhheeeeeewwwwwwwwww. i hope this is up to your standards my lord.🧎🏽♂️
“Hold still, dumbass.” Y/N mumbles, pinching at the ends of the bandaid to secure it onto Billy’s cheek.
“Stop — wait, okay.” Billy winces as Y/N tries to balance himself with a hand on his thighs. “God — that fuckin’ stings.”
Y/N looks at Billy then flickers his eyes back down to his thighs. “Got you here too?” Y/N goes to unbutton Billy’s jeans.
“Woah there, tiger. Take me out to dinner first.”
“I’m gonna check your thighs, dickhead.” Y/N slowly pulls Billy’s jeans off, inspecting the bruises for a moment before glancing back up and finding Billy smiling at him.
“You’re real pretty, L/N.” Billy lifts his hand to caress Y/N’s face. He cups his jaw and leans in, kissing Y/N softly.
Y/N sighs, putting his hand over Billy’s on his face. “I love you and all — but I hate seeing you like this.”
“Me? ‘M not hurt.” Billy tilts his head to the side.
Y/N puts pressure on Billy’s bare thigh and watches him scrunch up and hiss. “Okay — okay. I’m sorry.”
“I’m gonna get you some ice. Don’t do anything stupid.” Y/N gets up, leaving Billy alone for a bit before returning with an ice pack.
They leave the ice pack on Billy’s thighs for a good amount of time — or until Billy complained about how cold it was. When Y/N goes to dispose of the water, he comes back to a shirtless Billy inspecting the bruises on his ribs in the mirror.
Y/N comes behind him and wraps his arms around his waist. “How many were there?”
“Well,” Billy starts, putting his hands over Y/N’s, “there was one, and then there was three.”
Y/N’s grip comes tighter around Billy. “Shoulda’ called me. We could’ve kicked ass together.” He wishes he was there to help, should’ve known Billy was going to get himself into trouble.
“Mmm, shoulda’ woulda’ coulda’.” Billy mumbles, leaning back into Y/N.
Y/N hands are roaming up and down Billy’s torso. Rubbing at his golden skin. “You feeling any better?”
Billy turns in his hold and kisses at Y/N’s neck. “Not the best,” he turns fully to face Y/N, “but it’s nothing a massage can’t help.” Billy grins.
“When have I not been serious L/N?”
“An hour ago, when I found you beat up on the side of the road, you told me — and I quote, ‘I definitely broke my ribs!’ and you scared the shit out of me.”
“To be fair, it felt like I did.”
“Billy, you sounded excited about it.”
“I never broke my ribs before okay — “
Y/N puts his finger over Billy’s lips, effectively shushing him. “Enough.” He moves away and takes Billy’s hand, leading him to his bed.
“What a gentleman.” Billy snickers.
Y/N sits Billy down on the edge and comes up behind him. He digs into Billy’s shoulders with his hands, and listens to him wince. “Relax, babe.”
“Trying.” Billy grunts, which turns into a gasp when Y/N digs in a bit harder.
The longer Y/N massages Billy’s back, the more he leans into it. “Why am I literally holding you up?”
“Because you’re really good with your hands.”
Billy turns around with enough speed to break his fucking neck. “Who’s she?”
Y/N laughs, “It’s a joke, dumbass.” Billy fakes his jealousy and makes puppy eyes at him. “Quit it.”
There’s silence as they both stare at each other.
Billy breaks the quiet, “Kiss me?”
Y/N cups Billy’s cheek and leans in, just brushing his lips against his. Billy gets impatient and gets his hand behind Y/N’s head to connect their mouths in a sweet kiss.
They’re laughing into it, breathless gasps and roaming hands — “Greedy.” Y/N mumbles against his boyfriend’s lips.
“Just for you.” Billy whispers as he pulls away. “Only you.” He’s blushing and Y/N is caressing a hand across his chest and rubs his finger across Billy’s nipple.
There’s a quiet grunt, and Y/N clicks his tongue. “None of that now, let me hear you Billy.” He digs his finger lightly into the sensitive skin.
“Sh — it.” Billy moans. “This mm — massage come with a happy ending?”
Y/N twists the nub, then kisses it in apology. “Only if you’re good.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Y/N sits up straighter. “You got into a bit of a riot, hun.”
“And?!” Billy says, a bit hysterically.
“And,” Y/N teases, “I’m pretty sure that isn’t a good thing.”
“I’m not the same man I was like — an hour or two ago.” Billy whines, gripping onto Y/N’s shoulders. He stares before swallowing and says, “Please?”
Y/N kisses Billy again, easing him into the kiss as he slowly pushes Billy back against the bed. Y/N’s mouthing at Billy’s neck and accidentally puts too much pressure on his thigh.
“Ouch — fuck.” Billy groans.
“Sorry, love.” Y/N apologizes by moving to kiss at his chest, trailing the kisses down to his stomach, then to his thighs. Billy gasping the whole way through.
Y/N nudges Billy up the bed, laying his head on the soft pillows. “Comfy?”
“Happy.” Billy mumbles with a dopey grin.
Y/N crawls over him and leans down to kiss him again. “I asked if you were comfy, baby.”
Billy laughs — almost a giggle, “Yes. Thank you.” Billy surges up to kiss his cheek.
Y/N trails his kisses back down Billy’s body, biting and sucking on his sensitive torso. When he gets to his hip, he teases at the hem of Billy’s boxers with his teeth.
Billy looks down at him and bites his lip as he groans. “You are so unbelievably sexy it’s annoying.”
Y/N laughs, his breath fanning over Billy’s crotch, causing him to twitch. “Should we take these off?” Y/N asks, referring to Billy’s boxers.
Y/N smiles and gets his teeth hooked onto the hem of the boxers, then pulls down. Billy’s dick springs out, ans Y/N scoffs. “I barely touched you.”
Billy whines. “Why am I dating you if all you do is insult and bully me?”
Y/N licks up the side of Billy’s cock. “You tell me.”
Billy expects him to take him down his throat — but twitches when he feels Y/N’s mouth move lower. “What’re you — “
“Have I ever told you that you have the prettiest thighs, baby?” Y/N asks as he bites Billy’s inner thigh, sucking and licking at the skin that’s clear of bruises.
“Couple — couple times, yeah.” Billy says, choking on a moan. His hands fly to Y/N’s head, gripping at his hair. “God — why does that feel so — holy fuck..”
“Good, yeah?” Y/N says smugly, using his thumb to rub at the tip of Billy’s cock.
There’s a higher pitched whine that Billy doesn’t realize is coming from him. “F — fuck you.” A loud gasp and something that almost sounds like a hiccup. “You know it’s good, fucker.”
Y/N huffs a laugh, “I would most definitely like to fuck you,” He sucks on the tip for a moment, rendering Billy wordless. “but I kinda enjoy seeing you enjoy yourself like this, like the pretty pillow princess you are.”
“Oh — oh.” Billy moans as Y/N takes him straight to the root, with zero effort. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god — “
“Do not come.” Y/N says, and Billy didn’t even realize he pulled off for a second. “You don’t come until I say so.”
Billy whimpers as Y/N squeezes his shaft. “Y — Yeah,” He tries to catch his breath. “I gotchu’.”
Y/N can’t help but laugh at that, but quickly goes back to sucking his boyfriend’s pretty dick. He listens to the music that is Billy’s moans, along with the string of profanities that he’s put together.
“Just a little longer, baby.” Y/N hollows his cheeks, sliding his tongue roughly against him and Billy thrusts his hips up into the heat. Y/N gags a bit and pulls off, “God, I love how you taste.”
“I love you.” Billy says, just barely a whisper. It catches Y/N off guard.
“Hey,” Y/N sits up and kissing Billy. “I love you too. And I’m — “ He glances down at the bruises on Billy’s body. “ — I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
Billy just smiles and uses the hand that was already in Y/N’s hair to pull him into another kiss. “I do taste good.”
Y/N smiles against his lips, kissing him one more time before slinking back down. He kisses at Billy’s thighs once more before getting back to business.
“Anh! — Slow — slow, please..” And Y/N does slow himself down, just suckling on his cock.
Y/N hums around him, and Billy thrusts up again. Y/N intertwines his fingers with Billy’s hand in his hair, just holding it. He lets Billy grind his dick slowly in his mouth and throat.
Billy is whining again, high pitched gasps escaping him. “Wish you were in me.” He whispers. “I’d love that.”
Y/N gags a bit, being caught off guard again — he pulls off and holds his pointer and middle finger out for Billy. “Suck.”
Billy looks as if he’s trying to hold back a smile with the way he’s biting his lip, but does as he’s told. He sucks vigorously, knowing well where this’ll lead to.
Once Y/N decides his fingers are wet enough, he trails it past Billy’s balls, lathering it over his hole.
“Shit — shit.” Billy grunts, pulling at Y/N’s hair.
Y/N smiles before going back to Billy’s dick, sucking at the tip as he pushes in his two fingers. He notices Billy is shaking a bit, and he looks up to see tears welling in his eyes. He squeezes Billy’s hand with the one that’s not in his ass.
“I’m — ‘m good. Just close.” He’s whimpering at every thrust of Y/N’s fingers. Y/N sucks harder, taking him down to the root again.
“Holy fucking fuck — I’m — I’m gonna come if y-you do that.”
Y/N pulls off, wiping his face with the hand that was once holding Billy’s own. “You can come, but with nothing but my fingers. Kay?”
Billy’s eyes water again. “Oh — okay.”
“Good boy.” Y/N says, leaning up towards Billy. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He thrusts his fingers to punctuate his sentence. Billy moans loudly at that.
Y/N keeps going, aiming perfectly at the spot in Billy that makes him tremble. He’s sobbing now, tears running down his face as he gasps for air. “I’m gonna come — I’m gonna — ‘mgonnacome — “
“Yeah?” Y/N teases, slowing his fingers down a bit. He comes close to Billy’s face, he’s kissing him and he whispers, “Come.” against his lips. Accompanying his word with a harsh thrust of his fingers.
“Ah — mmmpphh!” Billy moans against Y/N’s lips as he finally shoots his load all over his and Y/N’s stomachs. “Mmm..”
Y/N lets him grind down on his fingers, riding out his orgasmic high. “Good boy, so perfect like this..”
Billy is gasping and panting as Y/N pulls his fingers out slowly, grabbing a napkin off the nightstand to wipe off his fingers.
Y/N lays at Billy’s side, and Billy scoots over to him. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Y/N asks as he wipes the damp tears still on Billy’s cheek, smiling at the sight of Billy half asleep.
“Taking care of me.” Billy mumbles.
Y/N smiles, hard. He was just doing his job.
Billy shifts and it’s quiet — until he suddenly surges up, almost knocking Y/N out with his head.
“Did you come in your pants?!”
“Change, now. Those are nice fucking pants — you better not ruin them, Y/N L/N.”
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