Could I possibly get a mommy!reader daddy!billie gp they’ve got two kids they send with the grandparents one summer weekend so they can finally have some “alone time” 😏🙂↕️
“ALONE TIME” — g!p!billie x reader
contains: very heavily written smut, ‘daddy’ kink, g!p smut, p in v sex, oral sex, sub!reader receiving, breeding kink MDNI +18 only
the house feels too quiet without delilah’s giggles echoing down the hall or julie’s tiny feet pattering across the hardwood. the grandparents picked them up this morning, waving out the window with promises of ice cream and zoo trips, leaving you and billie with an entire weekend stretched out like a blank canvas.
billie’s been watching you all day. not subtle about it either. leaning in doorways, eyes dark, tongue dragging slow across her bottom lip every time you bend over to grab something. she hasn’t said much, but you feel it—the way the air crackles when she’s close, the way her hand keeps finding the small of your back like she’s staking claim.
now it’s late. the sun dipped hours ago, leaving the bedroom bathed in that low golden glow from the string lights you hung last month. you’re on the bed in nothing but one of her oversized tour tees, knees tucked under you, pretending to scroll on your phone. she’s in the doorway again, shoulder against the frame, wearing those loose black sweats that hang criminal-low on her hips and nothing else. the v of her hips cuts sharp, the outline of her strap-on already thick and obvious under the fabric.
“put the phone down, baby,” she says, voice rough like she’s been thinking about this all day. “been waiting too fucking long for this.”
you let the phone slip from your fingers, screen going dark. your stomach flips when she pushes off the doorframe and stalks toward you, slow, deliberate. she climbs onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, and towers over you without even trying.
“missed having you all to myself,” she mutters, fingers curling into the hem of your shirt. she yanks it up and off in one motion, tossing it somewhere across the room. your skin prickles under her stare. “look at you. fuckin’ perfect.”
her hands are everywhere—gripping your thighs, spreading them wide, thumbs digging into the soft skin hard enough to bruise tomorrow. she leans down, mouth hot against your neck, sucking a mark right under your jaw. you whimper, arching up, and she laughs low against your skin.
“already needy?” she taunts, nipping your collarbone. “haven’t even touched that pretty pussy yet.”
she sits back on her heels, shoving her sweats down just enough to let the strap spring free. it’s the big black one—thick, veiny, the one that makes your thighs shake just looking at it. she palms it, stroking slow like it’s real, eyes locked on yours.
“you want my cock, hm?” her voice drips filth. “i’ve been wanting to fuck you so hard the second those kids left.”
you nod, breathless, legs falling open wider without her even asking. she smirks, dragging the fat head through your slick folds, coating it, teasing your clit until you’re squirming.
“words,” she growls, slapping the tip against your clit once, sharp. you jolt.
“please, daddy,” you whine, voice cracking. “need it. need you inside me.”
“that’s my good girl.”
she doesn’t ease in. never does when she’s like this. one brutal thrust and she’s buried to the hilt, stretching you open so wide your eyes water. you cry out, nails scraping down her back, and she groans like it hurts her too—in the best way.
“fuck, you’re tight,” she hisses, pulling out slow just to slam back in. the bed creaks under the force. “taking me so well. my perfect little slut.”
she sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, skin slapping loud in the quiet room. every thrust punches the air from your lungs, the head of her cock dragging against that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. you can’t do anything but take it—legs wrapped around her waist, hands fisted in the sheets, mouth open on broken moans.
“louder,” she demands, grabbing your throat just tight enough to make your head spin. “let the whole fucking neighborhood know who this pussy belongs to.”
you try—god, you try—but all that comes out are pathetic whimpers and her name, over and over. she laughs again, dark and mean, and flips you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing. before you can catch your breath she’s yanking your hips up, spreading you open, and sliding back in with one slick thrust.
“ass up, baby,” she grunts, spanking you hard enough to sting. “wanna watch it bounce while i wreck you.”
she fucks you like she’s trying to brand herself inside you. the angle’s deeper, brutal, her hips slapping against your ass loud enough to echo. her hand snakes around to rub tight circles on your clit and you’re gone—screaming into the pillow, whole body locking up as you come so hard your ears ring.
she doesn’t stop. just slows enough to let you feel every inch dragging in and out, overstimulated and shaking.
“one more,” she rasps, voice wrecked. “gimme one more, princess. wanna feel you cum on daddy’s cock.”
you’re sobbing now, oversensitive, but you push back against her anyway—desperate, greedy. she growls, gripping your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, and pounds into you until you break again, clenching so tight she has to force her way through it.
when she finally pulls out you collapse, trembling, dripping, fucked dumb. she flops down beside you, chest heaving, dragging you into her arms. her lips brush your temple, soft now, voice all gravel and sugar.
“love you,” she murmurs, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. “so fucking much.”
you manage a tiny, blissed-out smile against her neck. “love you more, daddy.”
the house is dead silent except for the wet slap of her hips against your ass and the broken, filthy noises spilling from your throat.
billie’s got you folded in half—knees damn near by your ears, ankles locked over her shoulders, pussy split open on that her cock. she’s buried so deep you swear you feel her in your throat. every thrust punches a sob out of you, your cunt gushing around her, dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets.
“look at this greedy fucking hole,” she snarls, pulling out just to watch you clench around nothing. she spits, right on your swollen clit, then smears it in with her thumb. “sucking me in like a desperate little whore. you love daddy’s big cock ruining this pussy, don’t you?”
“yes! yes daddy,” you choke, nails clawing at her arms.
she slams back in, one brutal stroke that makes your eyes roll. “say it louder. tell me who owns this sloppy cunt.”
“you do!” you scream, voice cracking. “daddy owns it, only you! please—”
“yeah, that’s it.” she grabs your throat, squeezing until your head spins. “this cunt was made for my cock. i’m gonna fuck you so dumb you forget your own name. i’m gonna breed this tight hole till you’re leaking me for days.”
she yanks your hips higher, angle shifting, and starts pounding that spot that makes you see stars. the headboard bangs the wall hard enough to chip paint. your pussy flutters, squirting messily around her shaft with every thrust.
“fuck yes, cum,” she growls, slapping your clit sharp and fast. “make a fucking mess, baby. show me how nasty you get when i split you open.”
you’re babbling now—pure gibberish, “daddy, daddy, daddy” mixed with wet sobs. she flips you onto your stomach, ass in the air, and shoves your face into the pillow.
“bite it,” she orders, voice dangerous. “scream into it while i tear this pussy apart.”
she mounts you like an animal, hips pistoning, balls slapping your clit with every thrust. her hand cracks across your ass, once, twice, three times, until you’re sobbing and pushing back, begging for more.
“such a filthy little slut,” she rasps, fisting your hair and yanking your head back. “bet you’d let me fuck you raw in front of the whole world just to feel this cock wreck you. wouldn’t you?”
“yes! god yes, anything for you, daddy!”
she reaches under you, pinches your clit hard, and you shatter—screaming, shaking, gushing so hard it soaks her thighs. she doesn’t stop. just fucks you through it, forcing you into another one before the first even fades.
“keep coming,” she snarls, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “milk my fucking cock with that wrecked cunt. gonna fill you up so deep you’ll feel me every time you sit tomorrow.”
your third orgasm rips you apart, body seizing, pussy clamping down so tight she has to fight to keep moving. she groans like she’s the one coming, hips stuttering, grinding deep.
when she finally pulls out you collapse, trembling, cunt gaping and dripping. she flips you over, straddles your chest, and slaps the soaked strap against your lips.
“open,” she commands. “taste how fucking wet you got for daddy.”
you do, instantly—tongue out, licking your own mess off her cock while she watches with dark, possessive eyes.
“good girl,” she murmurs, thumb brushing your swollen lips. “now stay right there. daddy’s not done using you tonight.”