May 24
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Where my bottom Billy truthers at
Service top Steve x Pillow princess Billy will always hold a special place in my heart; like hell yeah Steve, fuck the sadness out of that blond!!! (And do it to "Love at First Sting" while you're at it)
sub!billy. wet-eyed, goosed-bumped, lip-trembling, hands-tied, dick-stuffed, soft-moans, best-boy sub!billy.
billy modelling the newest jewelry steve bought him in their bedroom. wearing nothing but that ‘return to to tiffany’ set of necklace, bracelet and this long pearl body chain that adorns his chest. maybe with some matching crotchless lingerie; cutely walking towards him that is sitting on the bed.
him going piece by piece on asking steve how it all looks on him. starting with the bracelet, in which steve would take his wrist gently and whisper "pretty." between soft quick kisses "very very pretty" which has billy sighing audibly. then he goes up, with billy mewling "and this?" as steve is slowly kissing up the chain and his exposed skin "so sexy." humming as he stops on his tits to slowly worship them with his mouth and fingertips. gently kneading them kissing them suckling on each swollen nipple. making billy at this point a mess of silky short moans, his cock was twitching and pink from all that attention and worshipping.
going crazy with the way steve’s hands were also caressing his ass cheeks. eventually stopping by his neck, his fingertip caressing the heart shaped pendant while he slowly kisses his neck and collarbone. asking steve "and how about this?" in which he takes his time to have a short whiff of billy’s scent of musk and honey. before he goes up his ear to kiss some more "beautiful. as always".
after that, he sat billy on his lap straddling it. fucked him in a slow, steamy and deep way, only leaving him in the jewerly set, the pearls dripping down his tits and the lacey panties; as he called billy his angel, which he was.
BATS AND AXES
Warning: porn without plot, literally porn, top Steve bottom Billy Lemon. +18. Literally 2174 words of porn. PORN. MINORS DNI.
First, there was an axe in his eyesight and there was a lot of blood. Then Steve opened his eyes and saw him. He saw Billy, standing with a big axe in hand. The exact clothes he was in when he died in the Starcourt. His chest looked scarred, probably because he was literally stabbed by a fucking monster. But he was there. And he was alive. And he was smiling down at Steve.
When he came to his senses the first thing Steve did was to take off Billy's clothes. Not saying hi, or maybe a hug or something no. He fucking started ripping off Billy’s clothes. Billy was not expecting that at all. He wasn't expecting to see anyone down there, yes, but also Steve? And him taking his clothes. No. It was not on his bucket list.
"I thought I lost you." Steve talked with his rough voice while trying to rip off Billy's tank top.
For @billyhargrovebingo:
~ read on ao3 ~
B1 Rut Sex
Steve hates that he’s nicer to Billy when he’s a wolf. Even on Billy’s most off-the-rails days, he can just turn into a wolf and the caveman bone in Steve’s brain just lights up at the sight of a furry friend.
And Billy knows. That’s the annoying part.
steve’s favorite thing to do when he fucks billy is to make him laugh. not his big cackle, but the begrudging, soft huff he makes when steve says something equally silly and soft. letting steve know with the crinkle of his eyes that he’s there with him, that his walls are down and he feels safe wrapped in steve’s arms and holding onto him in turn.
Billy has never been with a service top and is so confused his first time with Steve. (Steve kinda wants to kill someone) Steve then decides that he is going to wreck Billy with how good sex can feel. Billy discovers a lot of things and loves when Steve is praising him while wringing out orgasm after orgasm.
when steve drags billy into his empty house after a late night at a party, billy’s expecting to be used. and he wants it- wants to be quickly used by steve.
but steve’s slow. he actually preps billy- even when he’s rock hard. “harrington. just..you can just fuck me and finish,” billy’s words make steve feel hot all over but- it’s not right. it doesn’t sound right. steve clears his throat, a bewildered frown directed billy’s way. “sorry?”
billy meets steve’s gaze with an ambivalent expression, “you don’t have to do this. you know, just- fuck me.” steve presses his lips together, still frowning and scissoring two fingers in billy, “it won’t feel good. one more. I’ll make it worth your wait, ‘kay?” he says, pressing the tip of a third finger against billy’s entrance.
"do it quick. 's fine," billy mutters but his body spasms when steve sinks knuckle-deep into his ass. he pants, "okay- good. I can take it now."
steve hums. he nods. but he continues his slow prep, sawing his fingers in and out of billy’s hole until billy grouses, “harrington- do it. I want it.”
so he pulls his fingers free, wiping them on his bare thighs, watching as billy flips over on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to steve. steve watches billy’s hole gape briefly, closing around emptiness. “hey, um..you wanna face me, maybe? I’d like to see.”
billy laughs at that, “the hell you gonna see if I’m facing you? why?”
“because- I’d like to see if you’re feeling good or not.”
“so demanding, aren’t you, harrington?” billy huffs, turning onto his back, “lets just get this over with.” steve rolls his eyes, but slicks himself up and maneuvers himself close between billy’s legs before pressing the tip of his dick to his entrance.
“is this okay?” he asks softly, slowly pushing his way inside, eyes glancing over to billy’s facial expression, taking in his furrowed brows. there’s a sharp intake of breath from billy, that he almost forgets to release until steve softly reminds him to breathe, baby.
steve’s big- bigger than all the people billy’s slept with before. but it’s not as painful, and billy guesses that was what all that prep was for. so billy nods, eyes fluttering shut- ready for steve to roughly pound into him. but steve leans down to press a kiss onto billy’s lips, humming a quiet, “good job.”
and billy, confused, exhales soft against steve’s lips. he bucks his hips up, signaling for steve to move. steve starts at a slow rhythm, steadily grinding into billy so that he can adjust to the movement. after a moment, steve shifts his hips, pushing in a little deeper, “still okay?”
billy lets out a throaty moan before whispering a quick, fuck, harrington. yes- please. because this is nice- this isn’t painful and it feels. good. billy saying ‘please,’ fuels the fire inside of steve. it takes every bit of will-power that he has not to abruptly snap his hips into billy just to get him to say ‘please’ again.
“faster,” billy says through gritted teeth, and steve complies, rolling his hips at a quicker pace. billy’s mouth falls open in a tender gasp. he’s sweaty, curls sticking onto his forehead and around the back of his ears. steve thinks he looks beautiful, so he tells him, “you’re so beautiful.”
“you don’t have to flatter me. i’m already in your bed,” billy grunts, voice slightly strained, his thighs shuddering.
“that’s not flattery..I’m admiring you,” steve says, his breath hitching a bit in his throat as he sped up the rhythm of his hips, really fucking into billy now. and when he finds his prostate, he angles his thrusts so that he hits it over and over and over again, making billy say a breathless, please don’t stop- fucking hell, harrington- right there, each and every time. and billy keeps looking like he wants to reach out, desperate to hold onto something- someone, but his hands stay clutched at steve’s shoulders, knuckles almost white. “you can touch me however you want to,” steve encourages, voice wobbling a little- almost off the edge. billy nods, hands reaching up to tug at steve’s hair, and burying his hot face between steve’s shoulder-blades.
steve hums, his breaths growing uneven as billy began kissing his neck. billy leaks when he hears steve groan- feels it reverberating from his throat. he quickly lets go off steve’s hair and reaches down to pump his cock, flushed and hard against his stomach. but steve’s quick to wrap his fingers around billy’s throbbing length as soon as he notices, let me..wanna make you feel good.
steve strokes him like he’s in no rush to get him off. like he wants- no, needs billy to feel good. he languidly tugs on billy’s prick until billy starts thrusting into his hand, saying, faster- please. go faster.
billy doesn’t expect steve to pick up the speed in a few seconds, but he does- and billy moans loudly, pressing his face deeper into steve’s neck. steve’s thrusting into billy’s ass harder, rougher- and his thighs tense up. he knows he’s about to cum. his thrusts lost the rhythm they had started with. they were a lot quicker and desperate now.
billy dissolves into a stuttering mess of swears, “I’m- close, fuck- harrington,” he manages to spit out. and steve keeps working him, keeps thrusting into him, urging him forward, until he finally comes, crying out steve’s name. not harrington, steve.
and that was enough to send steve off the edge. he kisses billy as he comes, smiling a little at imagining billy swallowing his moans. and then he slowly eases out of him, holding himself up over him with his elbows.
they’re panting, sharing the same breath, and their heartbeats are beating in perfect complement- steve, with a lopsided grin, mutters, “you’re the best I ever had.”
he expects billy to laugh at his lack of self-control. but billy cries.
steve can’t tell if its the aftershocks, or if he did something wrong, or if billy’s okay. he slides billy’s sweaty hair out of his forehead in a soft caress, “hey, what’s the matter?”
“nothing,” billy sobs as steve flips them over, dragging him onto his chest.
“did I-” steve struggles to find the words, “..what is it?”
“you’re the best I ever had.”