Move me, baby [Billy Hargrove]
Prompt: #1 (“I love it when you moan my name.”) + #29 (“I want to watch you fall apart.”) off the smut section of this prompt list
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!Reader
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: please don’t read this if you’re under 18. Basically porn without a plot, fingering, oral sex (fem! receiving), unprotected sex (condoms are cool and you should use them), dirty talking, cursing, slight praise kink.
A/N: Firstly, I apologize to anyone who thought I was pure of mind and heart. This is one of the first smuts I’ve written, so please send in some feedback! I’m also very sorry for the lack of consistent updates, but here’s a little something that I hope can count as a little apology of sorts. Enjoy!
It was one of those days. You had been trying to focus your attention on the movie playing on the screen, but as cute as you found Rob Lowe to be, it wasn’t enough to make you forget about Billy. If it weren’t for the fact that you had already seen the movie a thousand times and knew the plot like the back of your hand, you would’ve been completely lost. The Outsiders was one of your favorites, but in that particular moment, it just wasn’t nearly as interesting as the blonde standing a few feet away from you. And oh, didn’t he know it.
Billy was perfectly aware of the effect his movements had on you. The way in which his muscles tensed and flexed, the veins in his arms popping into view. The bouncing of his curls every time he moved his arms up and down with the weight. The rapid pace in which his chest rose as he took in a breath of smoke, a cigarette resting dangerously on the tip of his lips.
The gleam in his eyes as he turned over to see you watching him intently, your eyes never leaving him. He knew just the way he made you feel, and he loved it.
“You look a little bored over there, doll,” he muttered in-between puffs, careful not to drop the cigarette on the carpet floor.
“Bored, me?” You shook your head, letting out a little laugh. You chose your words carefully. You had a goal in mind and knew just how to reach it. “Never, not with such a view.”
He smirked. You wanted him to, to get him feeling at least a tenth of the way he made you feel.
“Still, I know of another thing we could be doing,” you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.
Billy’s muscles tensed a little tighter and he knew you could see it. He huffed as he moved to let the weight down on the floor, raising his hand up to his mouth to pluck the cigarette from his lips.
He strode over to you, walking slowly as he made eye contact with you. The movie played softly on the background, completely forgotten by the two of you. The heat between your legs grew with every step he took.
“This is what you’ve wanted all along, huh?” He muttered, taking a drag from the cigarette and handing it over to you just as he reached the sofa. You placed it in between your lips and inhaled, attracting Billy’s eyes down to your lips. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the look you’ve been giving me.”
You smiled, exhaling a string of smoke as Billy knelt down in front of you. You leaned forward, placing your arms on your thighs and gave him a toothy smile. You were so close to him you could feel the warmth of his body radiate against yours, and the two of you weren’t even touching yet.
“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, trying your best to sound innocent. You knew he wasn’t buying any of it, but you didn’t care. The longer you played it out, the better the result. “I was talking ‘bout Scrabble.”
Taking the cigarette from your fingers, Billy let out a laugh. He turned briefly to light it out in the ash tray that rested on the coffee table, and returned his attention to you. The way in which his blue eyes seemed to pierce right through you almost got you shivering, because no body had ever looked at you like that. Like he knew all about you, and still wanted to know more.
“Scrabble, huh? Well then, I guess you don’t mind if I do this,” Billy spoke, moving his hands up to rest on your knees. You were already so eager, the soft touch of his palms burned against your skin. The tip of his fingers caressed your skin, tracing soft, invisible circles.
“I don’t mind at all,” you answered, your eyes not leaving his. His hands traveled further up your legs just as his smirk grew, his fingers still tracing an invisible yet intricate pattern on your skin. “In fact, I think you were right. I’m becoming quite bored.”
Billy’s eyes darkened. You were practically but daring him to take you right then and there, and was never one to back on a dare. His fingers came to touch the hem of your jeans skirt, delving under it and just grazing over the soft fabric of your panties.
“I wouldn’t want you to be bored, baby. What kind of boyfriend would that make me?” He whispered, clicking his tongue as the movement of his hands stopped.
Your breath hitched as his fingers moved over your heat, barely coming into contact with the wet patch in your panties that grew with the second. You bit the inside of your cheek, not wanting to give away just how much you needed him to actually touch you.
“I can see the way you look at me, love,” he whispered, applying the slightest bit of pleasure with his fingers. “You’re so fucking needy.”
Billy’s fingers came to rest just over your clit, caressing through the fabric but just not hard enough. You could barely feel him, and it was driving you insane.
“And you’re such a fucking tease,” you whispered as your hips bucked involuntarily against his hand, earning nothing but a laugh from Billy.
“Don’t you think it’s fair I tease you a little bit, baby?” He asked, looking right into your eyes as movements increased in speed. “You’ve been doing it all afternoon. Looking at me like that. I could barely concentrate.”
You thought you were good with words, but Billy was always better. He knew just what to say to have you squirming under him without having to do much.
“I didn’t mean to, Billy,” you replied. Billy smiled, his hand already pressing harder against your core. “Please, don’t tease.”
“But it’s so much fun,” and just as those words left his mouth, his hand moved away from you.
You whined, crossing your arms over your chest but not being able to grow mad at him as his hands moved upward your body, fumbling with the button of your skirt.
“I don’t want it getting in the way,” he said as he popped the button off and moved the zipper all the way down. Still as playful as ever, Billy took his sweet time in pulling both the skirt and your panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor.
He smiled, admiring just how wet you had grown already. The sight must have made him forget about the teasing, as he quickly lowered his head down to your legs.
Billy almost moaned at the feeling of your warm skin against his lips, his own pants becoming ever so tight as he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down your heat. Finally giving in, you let out a moan as your head fell against the top of the couch.
Your hand moved to rest on top of Billy’s head, fingers tangling themselves deep in Billy’s blonde curls. He groaned at the feeling, licking a stripe all the way up from your opening to your clit. His tongue flicked over the bud a few times, giving you time to get used to the feeling before he pressed hard against it.
“Fucking hell, Billy,” you breathed out just as he moved one of his hands down from your waist to meet his mouth. “That feels so damn good.”
He separated his mouth from you, making you whine. Two of his fingers took its place as they spread your lips apart, gathering some of your wetness all over his digits.
“I love it when you moan my name,” he whispered, lowering his face once more to come into contact with your body. “Show me just how good I’m making you feel.”
It was as if his own words fueled his behavior, as he started lapping mercilessly at your clit just as his fingers started teasing your entrance. You weren’t even trying to keep quiet anymore, and the fact that Billy was eating you out on his couch, right in front of the door added to the burning feeling that was already pooling in your stomach.
“Music to my ears, baby,” he said against your skin, the vibrations making you grasp even harder upon his curls. You let out a loud whine as he introduced his fingers, curling them just enough to have you grinding your hips against his face. “That’s so fucking hot. You gonna cum?”
You wanted to answer, but your mind was blank and your mouth hung wide open, and so the only sound coming from it were the unapologetic moans he adored so much.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned as he added yet another finger, beginning to pump his digits in and out of your entrance. “Cum all over my fingers, princess. I want to watch you fall apart.”
And so you obeyed. You let out a guttural moan, one that almost made Billy loose all of his composure right then and there, as the knot in your stomach exploded. You could have sworn you saw stars, and you rode out your high with Billy still sucking on your clit, not even trying to stop your hips from grinding against his tongue.
“Wasn’t that a fucking sight for sore eyes,” he said as he placed one final kiss to your clit before he straightened up.
He looked so damn beautiful like that. His hair was mussed from all of your tugging, his lips were swollen and his chin glistened, and you almost felt tears come to your eyes in the realization that that man was yours. All yours.
You leaned down, embracing him by the back of his neck and bringing his face to yours so your lips finally clashed together. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue, and Billy was just so close to losing his cool as your tongue danced against his.
He moved one of his hands up your body to your chest, grasping at one of your breasts as his thumb circled around your nipple. They were so hard already from your orgasm it almost hurt when he touched them even if he only did it through the fabric of your lacy bralette, but you needed his touch so bad you completely ignored the pain.
“I need you inside me, Billy,” you whispered against his lips, and felt his breath hitch in his throat. “Please, please fuck me.”
“Fucking hell, princess,” he muttered, almost groaning as he moved his other hand down to his pants, palming the ever-growing bulge. “I’m going to cream my fucking pants if you keep saying those things.”
“Mm, no,” you retorted. You knew you were playing with fire, but oh how you loved the burn. “Wouldn’t want that to happen, now would I? Not when I want you to cum all over my cunt.”
Billy’s hands never moved faster. His sweatpants were gone in a whirl, and he had moved you so you were standing and he was the one sitting down. The tent in his briefs looked impossibly painful, and you took your shirt off just before you kneeled over the couch, straddling him but not completely touching him.
You looked so damn beautiful like that. Your cheeks were splotchy red from the sudden surge of blood, your eyes were glossy and your chest rose and fell in a frenetic haze, trying your best to regain your breath. Billy’s heart fluttered a little when he realized he was the only one that could ever make you feel that way. You had him on the palm of your hand, and he wasn’t ashamed of bit in the slightest.
You kissed down his neck, Billy groaning at the lack of friction just where he needed it the most. Taking your hips in his hands, he lowered you so you felt your erection right below your core, and you couldn’t help but move against it in an effort of relieving some of Billy’s need.
“I thought you needed me inside you,” he whispered as you sucked right over his collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark. He would never tell you, but he loved when you marked him up. He grew so proud when everyone saw he was yours, and yours alone.
“I thought you liked to tease,” you said, but didn’t waste any time in lowering your hands down his stomach and over his briefs. You got rid of the garment as quickly as you could, and moaned loudly at the sight of him.
Billy hissed as you took him in your hand. You swirled your thumb over his tip, spreading some of his pre-cum over his length as you pumped him a few times, lining him against your entrance while you gripped at his base.
“God, yes,” Billy muttered, closing his eyes as you began to sink down on him. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out in all of the right ways, and almost cried out in pleasure as you sat down on his lap. One Billy’s hands came to rest on your hips while the other cupped your breast, and you braced yours against his toned chest. You regretted that he had not taken off his shirt, but the feeling of him filling you to the brim made you forget about it as quick as you had noticed. “Fucking move, princess.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. His hand guided your hips as you moved against him, raising them a little and falling right onto him in a quickening pace. You knew he wasn’t going to last long, and neither were you, so you didn’t even try to take your time.
Billy was a panting mess underneath you, and you felt your heart fluttering at the thought that it was you who was making you feel that way. He was a flesh and bone Adonis, and you were the only one that made him come undone like that.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, the hand on your breast joining the other at your hip. You were sure you were going to bruise, but you couldn’t care less. You relished on his touch and the way he was practically moving your hips at the perfect pace for the both of you. “I’m so close, baby.”
You could feel him twitch inside of you, and you almost didn’t need him to tell you he was just as close to his orgasm as you were.
“Cum for me, baby” you whispered, falling on top of him and resting your head on the crook of his neck. You kissed at his skin as your hips moved frenetically against his, the familiar knot already forming in your lower abdomen.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined, the sound so beautifully erotic it almost pushed you right over the edge. You sucked on his neck just as he groaned loudly in your ear. The tightening of your walls against his thick member made him twitch, and you arched your back in pleasure as he came. Billy raised his hips in a pace that matched yours perfectly, and you placed your hands on his knees to help keep you safely on top of him.
Billy came in quick, hot spurts inside of you, his cum painting your walls as you moaned. He brought one of his hands up to his face and sucked on his thumb before he lowered it over your cunt, beginning to caress over your clit while riding his high.
“Yes, right there,” you moaned, continuing to move your hips against his in your race for release. “God, don’t stop.”
He had you trapped under his spell, feeling so damn good you couldn’t even think straight. You moaned, your other hand finding his over your clit as the two of you circled over it in unison. You cried out, clutching your eyes closed, feeling yourself catch on fire and arching your back as much as you could. His other hand came to rest on the small of your back, careful to help you not fall down to the floor.
“Cum all over my cock, baby,” he moaned, the sight of you coming undone making sure he was still rock hard inside of you. “I got you, princess.”
Letting out a moan worthy of a porn movie, you came hard at his words. Your whole body shook and you almost blacked out for a moment. Billy kept moving his hips in a soft motion to help you ride out your high before you slumped down against his chest.
He placed a kiss on the top of your head, tenderly. His arms circled your waist, softly pulling you against him as you both tried to regain your breath.
You looked up at him just as he looked down to meet your eyes. There was no need for saying anything. He was looking at you with such adoration in his eyes, as if he could barely believe you were there. As if he could barely believe you were his.
You reached up to place a soft kiss on his lips, barely being able to because of the smile tugging at the ends of both your mouths.
“Was that better than Scrabble, then?”