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Billy + eddie or if you only do billy hargrove him with a shy female virgin who won't have sex easily with him and he wins her over.

Hi! I do love Eddie, however, I don't write for him, but I will gladly write your Billy/virgin reader request. Sorry it took forever. Hope you enjoy it.

Summery: Billy takes your virginity and you love every second of it. He’s actually very sweet. Maybe even falls for you 🥹

Title: Please Billy

Warnings: !!minors dni, 18+ only!! You and Billy are over 18, smut, dirty talk, fingering, kissing, p in v, loss of virginity, Billy is a sweetie with a big dick

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Who wouldn’t want this guy to be your first?👇🏻

Virgins weren’t necessarily Billy’s thing. Sure he’s had a few, but he’s more interested in easy girls. Girls who give up their pussies without a lot of hard work on his end. But you… you were drop dead gorgeous and he seriously couldn’t believe that a sexy little thing like you had never been fucked. He’s been chasing your pretty little ass for weeks now. So here he sits, in your bedroom one evening, your parents out for the night, you sitting on his lap in a pretty little sundress on a big soft cushioned chair. How'd he get so lucky?

He leans back against the plushness, his thick body engulfing the chair, making it seem much smaller than it actually was. His hand rests on your soft bare thigh, thumb rubbing little circles against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps, even though it was June and no where near cold. His hot minty breath tickling your ear as he whispers in that deep, sweet, smooth talking voice of his. Voice like honey. Smooth and seductive. Whispers soft, making you bite your lip. Nips at your earlobe, chuckling at your soft giggles. You feel it, that familiar feeling in-between your thighs. "Mmm, pretty girl." He mumbles, other hand squeezing your hip, kneading it softly.

"Billy, I don't think we should." You say, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, loving the way his eyelashes curled, like he was wearing mascara, but of course his were all natural. You feel suddenly embarrassed, like he can read your thoughts, which were opposite of what you were saying. He thinks you're the prettiest thing, soft full lips, all pouty. You had no idea what you were doing to him. Something about you.

Doesn't say anything, just crashes his soft, slightly chapped lips against yours in a much too rough and messy kiss, his tongue fat and thick, no time for you to think, invades your mouth, so hot it makes your head spin. Pulls you closer to him, helping you straddle his lap, instead of sitting across his thighs like you had been, but this position is dangerous. Too dangerous, you think, feeling the heat rushing over your body. His thighs so thick it’s making your legs open impossibly wide, exposing your most intimate parts to his greedy hands. He grinds against you, feeling your heat through his jeans. Your soft, pretty breath against his face. You whimper softly, already feeling like you could cum. He huffs and rests his forehead against yours, eyes so intense it gives you butterflies. Why did you invite him here? You decided a long time ago you weren’t sleeping with him, not because you didn't want him, oh you definitely wanted him, just thought maybe you'd lose your virginity to someone else, someone safer, yet here you are. You’re so dumb, thinking he actually just wanted to come over to see your record collection. How could you fall for that?

"Don't think, baby. Just feel." He suddenly says, voice so deep it sends a wave of electricity down your spine, tickling between your thighs. Can that happen, just with a voice? His thumb brushes over your plump bottom lip, tracing the natural curve.

"I don't know, Billy." Your palms against his hard pecs, barely pushing, barely holding him at bay.

"C'mon baby, don't be like that," he mumbles against your lips. "Wanna make you feel so good." His fingers grazing the damp cotton fabric of your panties. There's an explosion of pleasure running deep inside you. Your mouth open slightly, sending huffs of little breaths into his mouth.

"I want to... It's just, I'm just a little scared." You say. Not so much scared of having sex for the first time, but having with with him. He's a lot to take in, so beautiful, so strong, so much more experienced than you, you feel like you could never please him, how could you possibly, you’re so shy whenever he’s around. You feel so small, like you could get lost just being in the same room with him.

"Shhh, baby. I know you're scared, but I promise, sweetheart, gonna take real good care of ya." His fat hot tongue pushing into your mouth again before you have time to say anything. His thick fingers push your simple cotton panties aside and rub along your soaked slit. “Ohhh,” you moan against his lips. Jesus it feels nice. Too nice. You feel suddenly embarrassed, like he has too much control over you.

He groans at your sweet sounds. You have no idea how crazy you make him, how hard. "So fuckin' wet, baby. Little sexy cunt made just for my fingers?" His words felt lewd, nothing any guy has ever said to you before. You know you must be blushing. His thick middle finger slips inside your tight hole, pumping it in and out real slowly, but very deep. His thumb finds your clit and he rubs wide circles around your sensitive nub, making your hips buck softly. Feels so good you whimper. You’re so wet you can feel it against your thighs.

He swallows the soft little sounds you’re making. Those pretty little noises causing his dick to ache in his too tight Levis. Slowly he adds a second finger, he's impatient. Your pussy making these obscene sounds you can hear even over your Duran Duran record playing on the turntable. He moves his hand, his palm grinding against your clit now, gets his fingers in even deeper, his eyes focused on your pretty face, likes watching you. You're gorgeous. Never knew a girl this pretty before, and he knew a lot of pretty girls. His mouth hangs open, you can see his pink tongue and his perfect white teeth. How can one man be so perfect, so beautiful.

You grab his wrist weakly, "Too much!" You whine, so close to cumming you're afraid. Of course you have before, many times, but usually by yourself. Once with that dorky guy Sam in your Math class, but you basically made yourself cum that time, by rutting against him. He just sort of laid there. This was different though. No one had ever touched you like this before.

"I got you, sweetheart. Gonna feel so good." he murmurs. Something about his touch gentle, still fingering you deep though, his palm grinding harder against your aching clit. You don't want him to stop, you just feel a little overwhelmed, he's big, too much sometimes, thick fingers. Your body wants him desperately, your heart wants him even more, every part of you aches for him, to take from you what you have to offer him. Your innocence. His if he wants it, and you know he does, been begging you for it for weeks.

He can't help but moan, feeling your intense heat, imaging what it will be like when he gets his dick inside you. You’re so tight, feels like your pussy keeps pushing his finger out, but he just pushes in even deeper. Curls them softly, hitting that delicious spot deep inside you, a feeling you never knew existed. He’s biting and sucking on your neck, adding a third finger now, stretching you so nice.

"Slow down, Billy... please... too much" you whimper again. Never having three fingers inside you before, feels intense, in a good way, too good. You start to panic. Feels like you're losing control.

"Not gonna hurt you baby. Gonna make it so good for you." his fingers moving a little slower. His mouth back on yours. "So fuckin' sexy.” He mumbles into your mouth as he pulls the strap of your pretty sundress down with his unoccupied hand. Your beautiful tits bounce free. His face flushed and eyes hazy as he leans forward and takes your nipple into his mouth, wet sounds instantly coming from his sloppy lips as he sucks on you hungrily. This is too much, feels so good, you're so close. His fingers start moving faster inside your aching pussy. He pulls back from your nipple, string of spit connecting his mouth to you, his mouth hangs open a little, making a cute little O shape. His thumb back rubbing faster against your swollen clit. His eyes on yours until you see them go down to watch your tits bounce softly from the roughness of his fingers inside you. You're so beautiful it's hard for him not to just throw you down on the bed and fuck you senseless. Needs to hear you moan his name.

You moan loudly, seeing his pretty pink lips back on your tit, eyes closed, and feeling how deep his fingers are inside you, you lose it, arching your back, rutting against his thick digits, so deep the ring he wears on his middle finger is soaked with your juices. Your hungry pussy clenching around his pumping fingers as you cum.

"Fuck, yeah, baby. That's it." He growls, pumping even faster. "Cum on my fingers, love, such a sweet little pussy." He leans down, grabbing a nipple in his lips and suckles hard, his fat tongue flicking around the hard bud and he feels your walls flutter around his pumping fingers.

"Oh God, Billy!!" You scream, louder than you meant to, you don't even recognize your own voice. "Don't stop, please Billy." No one has ever done this to you, made you feel this way. Your fingers dig into his tan muscular shoulders, gripping the white tank top he's wearing and pulling at it awkwardly. "Billy...it's too much...ahhh." Your eyes rolling back, so lost in your own pleasure.

A slight smirk on his pretty face as he leans against your ear." You're fuckin' gorgeous like this." (he says your name).

Sure, he makes girls cum all the time, but this for some reason, this was the hottest thing he's ever seen, like he's watching a porno, just real. Pretty little thing, making pretty little sounds. The way your eyes flutter closed. Feels things for you. Some kind of ache in his chest. Slowly he eases his fingers out of you as you come down from your high, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, closing his eyes like he's eating the most delicious honey. Needed to taste you. Has wanted to taste you for weeks now.

He grips your thighs and lifts you up effortlessly, like you weigh absolutely nothing, carrying you the short distance to your big bed. His face so handsome, you can't take your eyes off him, soft little freckles fall across his nose and cheeks, blonde curls bouncing on his forehead, everything about him is too beautiful to be real.

He takes a moment to take you in, sprawled out on your bed, hair all mussed up and spread across your pillows, cheeks flushed, lips pink and swollen from his rough kisses. "Fuck, baby, never seen anything so beautiful in my life." He confesses. Uses lines all the time on girls, but this isn't a line, he means it.

He stands at the edge of your bed, his eyes stay on you as he takes off his tank top. The cotton stretches over his muscular chest and back before he throws it behind him to the floor. He's like a god, tanned and sculpted, perfect specimen, covered in sweat, body glistening, you want to lick it all up. Lick every inch of him.

With a casualness, a lazy air, he undoes the button on his jeans, pushing down the zipper. Suddenly it feels like Christmas, waiting to open your presents. He slowly shimmies his jeans down, they get stuck on his thick thighs at first, before he finally kicks them off completely and flicks them to the floor.

He just stands there before you. Completely naked and unashamed. Like he does this everyday. He’s like no man you have ever seen. Yeah, sure you have seen naked men before, a few anyway, and that one time you saw a porno, but this, this was different. Billy was different. He just smirks and winks at you, tongue dances out of his mouth for a beat, licking at his bottom lip. He knows he looks good, stands there a minute letting you look him over. Soak it all in. He can tell by the look in your eyes that you are feeling a little shy, or maybe nervous, he’s not sure.

You heard the rumors but you weren't sure you believed them, but here it was jutting out at you, the prettiest thing, long, hard and thick, standing proud against his toned stomach. The head glistening with pre-cum. It’s big, real big. A little lighter than the rest of his tan body. You see the softest little bit of blonde curls running from his belly button down, so light you can barely see it against his tan skin. You didn't know Billy had a happy trail and the cutest little tan lines. You're so nervous. No way, never going to fit that thing inside you.

He slowly crawls over you. The heaviness of his body dipping the mattress slightly. He settles down between your spread thighs, one elbow beside your head, the other on his rock hard cock, rubbing it slowly up and down through the damp cotton of your panties. You're already so turned on you could cum again, but also so nervous you don't think you can do this. You’re trembling slightly. "You're so fuckin' beautiful." (he says your name), groaning softly.

"Billy, I don't know. I'm scared." you plead, hoping he's going to be gentle with you.

But before you can even finish your thoughts, your panties are being flung across the room and he’s pushing the fat head of his cock slowly into your wetness, instantly stretching you. "You can take it.” He murmurs, his voice so deep it rumbles in his chest. You swear it just gets deeper and deeper the more turned on he gets or maybe that's just how you hear it.

Your legs instantly close against his body. He feels you tense up. "It's okay, love, just relax for me." he murmurs in your ear, his voice soothing you and tickling your skin. You giggle, can't help it.

He rocks his hips slow, working his thickness deeper inside you. He closes his eyes, feeling your pretty pussy gripping him, you’re so hot and wet. "So tight baby, never felt anything so perfect in my life." He muses.

"Too big, Billy." is all you can say, your fingers digging into his biceps, nails pushing into his tough skin. You feel a burning sensation, but also something else, this intense pleasure like you've never felt before. Like you want nothing more than for him to push so deep inside you and take you right here, hard and fast.

He slides a hand to your face, cupping your cheek, thumb brushing softly over your plump lips, his gaze intense, eyes so blue, ocean eyes you think to yourself. "I promise I'll go slow, baby." he mumbles as he continues to rock his hips working a little more of his cock in, feeling your pussy fluttering, trying to pull him in deep.

He groans loudly against your ear as he feels your tight walls suddenly give way, his thick head pops inside your slick hole. Your legs opening wider for him. The feeling overwhelming you. His hand sliding down your body, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing it. "Mmm, that's it sweetheart, " he moans, jaw clenching as he struggles with himself not to just push himself deep inside you, the urge so strong. Needs to bury himself balls deep in this sweet virgin pussy, but you’re so beautiful, so sweet. Thinks he’s hooked on you. Likes you a lot, something about you.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're doing so good. Taking my cock like a good girl." his voice rumbles against you. You are his. His good girl.

He feels you start to relax, grinning to himself as he rolls his hips, stretching you around his thick girth. "That's it baby, just like that. I wanna feel you pull me in deep." His mouth crashes into yours, tongue pushing into your hungry mouth, swallowing your happy screams. Your pussy gripping his so tight he's losing it. Starts fucking you faster, the bed moving across the wood of your floor, headboard hitting the wall. Your nails raking down his sweaty, muscular back, you feel it flexing as he fucks into you faster, hips snapping forward, driving in an out of your sweet pussy.

"Fuck Billy, Yes...oh GOD!! Fuck me Billy, please...feels so good! Don't stop!" You cry loudly, your voice filling the whole room. Your hips start moving, rising up to meet his deep thrusts. There's no more pain or burning, just an aching need that only Billy can fill. Your heart beating hard against your ribs, his curls tickling against your skin.

"Don't stop, Billy, please!" You beg him, your legs wrapped around him so tight, heels digging into his ass. You want him deeper, need him deeper, need more of him, all of him. Your arms holding onto him for dear life.

His need to pump every last bit of his cum deep inside you overwhelms him. Desperately wants to make this last, but your tight hot cunt feels so good. So perfect. Made just for him. He's going to cum, the feeling overwhelming him as he slams into you, his sweaty curls sticking to his neck. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" he chants under his breath as his balls tighten, his forehead against yours, his curls sweaty now, brush your cheek. Each drag of his thick length against your sensitive walls sends bolts of hot pleasure shooting through your entire body.

“Gonna cum, baby girl,” He warns you, hips fucking you desperately, chasing his rapidly approaching high. He can feel tightening in his heavy balls, burning pressure building at the base of his spine. He slams into you, buries himself balls deep as he cums, flooding your pussy with streams of hot cum. Everything around you disappears except him. You squeeze your arms and legs around him, holding him tightly against you. You moan as your pussy clamps down around his shaft, as your second high crashes over you. Your walls spasm and flutter. You're pussy like velvet, milking him for every bit of his hot cum. "FUCK, take it baby, take my fuckin' load! All for you, baby girl." A deep moan leaving his throat as you both cum together. Your pussy milking his cock for every last delicious drop. "Fill me up, Billy, fill my pussy." you cry out, eyes watering, overwhelmed with intense pleasure.

His thickness collapses heavily on top of you, his muscular, sweaty body pressing you into the soft mattress. You love feeling his weight and warmth against you, even in this summer heat. He grinds his hips against yours, working his sensitive, softening cock inside, an instinctive urge to push his load deeper inside you. Feels like an animal, filling you up, marking you as his. His girl.

He pants, struggling to catch his breath as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Smells so good, your soft perfume. Places tender kisses along your racing pulse, feeling it beneath his soft lips. “You were so fuckin' perfect, angel” he murmurs, his voice rough. He can feel the cool air hitting his sweaty back as he lies there on top of you, his heartbeat slowing down. He knows he should pull out, should use some common sense, also desperately needs a smoke, but for now, he just wants to stay buried inside your perfect heat, endorphins running through his body making him smile to himself. Doesn't ever cum inside girls, too smart for that, but you, well this feels different. Might regret it later, but he doubts he will.

Your heart is pounding too. You feel every inch of his muscular body pressed heavily against your soft curves. You never want him to get up. You brush your fingers through his sweaty curls. No way did you ever think you would let him cum inside you and now, here you lay, hoping he never pulls out.

He hesitates a moment, a war raging inside him. Every instinct, every habit, every past experience is screaming at him to pull out, to roll over, to leave as quickly as possible before things get too messy. That's what he's always done, what he's always had to do, to protect himself from getting too close to girls, from getting hurt. But as he looks at you, your eyes saying something, something that looks almost like love, he feels a strange tugging in his chest. He feels a sudden, overwhelming urge to stay, to hold you.

Instead of pulling away like he normally would, he surprises himself by doing the exact opposite. He shifts positions slightly, rolling you close into his arms. Tucks your head under his chin, cradling you against his chest as he settles back against the pile of pillows.

“Mmm that was really nice, Billy.” You mumble against his sweaty chest.

He reaches over to the nightstand, taking you with him, grabbing his pack of Marlboros and shaking one out of the pack. He places it between his lips, the unfiltered end dangling loosely as he settles back against the pillows again, cradling you back against his chest. “Yeah, real nice, baby.” Is all he says, taking a long, deep drag, feeling the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling slowly, the cloud billowing up towards the ceiling. The nicotine adding to his already relaxed state. His hand rubs soothing circles over your back. You feel so warm and cozy against him, your eyelids flutter and then close softly. You nuzzle closer, smell him, feeling safe and warm in his strong arms.

He takes another drag. He's never had anyone snuggle in his arms before. Not that girls haven't tried, they have. He just never wanted to linger around long enough to let them. But with you, it feels right, feels good. He doesn't know why. Takes a final pull of his cigarette before dunking it out in the glass of water by your bed.

You touch the chain that rests around his neck and this strange warmth spreads over him, doesn't get it, this sudden urge he has. Almost on impulse he reaches up and takes off the dangly silver and black earring he's wearing. Looks at it. Doesn't understand what he's about to do, just going on a feeling. Looks at your pretty face, your stunning doe eyes looking back at him, almost confused. He has this sudden urge to give you something of his, something just for you. Wants to see you walking around school wearing it, like you belong to him, like your his.

Slowly pushes your hair back away from your ear and carefully fastens the earring to your earlobe. The silver glints for a moment in the low lamplight of the room.

"What's this for?" You smile, touching the earring once it's in place. You're surprised. This isn't what you expected, although none of tonight is what you expected honestly. His fingers linger, thumb brushes over the silver, his blue eyes soft, warm, somehow different.

"Just somethin' for you babe, wanted you to have it." His hand slides down to your waist, squeezing it softly.

First time he's ever given someone a piece of jewelry, first time he's wanted to give someone something to show that they are his. He's not a sappy guy, never felt the need to bare his soul to anyone, especially not to a girl he just fucked, but there are feelings bubbling up in him that are a little foreign to him. Kind of felt it before tonight too. All those times he drove you home after school. Thought maybe he just wanted to fuck you. So why is he still feeling this way? The thought of getting too deep, or of letting someone in is terrifying. Can't say this stuff out loud, just squeezes your waist and kisses your mouth. That's the best he can do. Hoping you can feel his thoughts in that kiss and that small gesture, giving you a piece of himself, even if it's just a cheap piece of nothing. Hopes you understand what he means in that gesture. Hopes you can understand what he can't say.

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