Billy x girlfriend reader who loves to ride him and is trying her absolute best to be quiet because Max and El are a few rooms down and afterward she makes dinner for them and El goes “We’re those happy screams” and Billy can’t stop laughing at her embarrassed expression😭
this was supposed to be short but it’s actually quite long i’m v sorry anon (GAH IM NOT HAPPY W THE ENDING BUT U KNOW IM POSTING ANYWAYS)
content warnings: smut 16+ (p in v), oral (m receiving) mild dacryphilia, (kind of) breathplay (??), face fucking, billy’s a lil bit soft for reader<33
“F-fuck!” you squeal, head lolling as you bounce yourself with vigour onto Billy’s cock. His hands guide your hips at a brutal pace, lifting and dropping you back onto him until you’re crying.
His broad hand flies to cover your drooling mouth in an effort to keep you quiet; he grunts, cradling the back of your head with the other hand and pulling you to the juncture of his neck. He removes the hand from your kiss bitten lips as soon as he’s got you firmly fixed against his skin and you begin to mouth at his jaw, sucking, kissing, biting.
“Atta girl,” he murmurs lowly, clasping your hand in his as you grab for his hair. “‘ve got ya, calm down.”
“Feels too good,” you mumble, teary eyed. He coos mockingly, the gentle thumb that comes up to push away your tears contrasting his mean tone.
“My baby’s fucked dumb already?” You nod, too high on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you to register that he’s teasing. It’s not long until your legs ache and you start to slow, frustrated by how close you are but not quite being able to get there.
“‘s alright, just hold on to me,” Billy instructs, pushing you back and fucking up into you meanly. You try your utmost to keep quiet until Billy sticks three calloused digits down your throat, stretching your mouth to accommodate them. The action alone makes you clench around him; the vibrations of your moans against his fingers go straight to his cock. He laughs. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore?”
Your noises are high and strung out and completely incoherent; he slows and deepens his movements, hitting the sweet spot inside of you that has you turning white hot and seizing up.
“Mmh, cumm-ing…” you manage to choke out around his fingers.
You squirm and convulse, trying to push him away, but he fucks you through it, letting you pull cruelly at his curly locks as you thrash. Once your sounds grow short and sharp, he knows you’ve had enough and pulls out, tugging at his dick.
“In my mouth,” you breathe out. “Please.” He smirks, pulling you to the end of your bed so your tear streaked face hangs off of the edge. He grabs two fistfuls of your hair, pushing in until he hits the back of your throat.
“Shit, fuckin’ tight, jesus,” he swears, using your throat as a fleshlight. Every time you gag around him, he moans. “Oh, yeah. This keepin’ that slutty mouth quiet?”
You’d answer if you could, but you’re preoccupied with stifling your gurgling sounds as you gasp for air, nose pressed against his balls.
“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.” He pushes all the way in, holding your nostrils shut as he shoots his load straight down your throat with a stuttered moan. You slap at his thighs, your head growing fuzzy the longer he cuts off your air supply, until eventually he lets go, grinning as you crawl up the bed and gasp.
He sits himself next to you, opening his arms ever so slightly. It’s the most invitation you’ll get from him, so you take it, crawling into his lap. It’s quiet as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck, until he breaks the silence with a,
“You did good.”
Your eyelids flutter and you give him a dopey smile; you startle when you feel his own arms wrap around you and tug your naked form closer. Cuddling is a completely new concept for him; he seems to enjoy being this close to you, almost as though you’re one person.
You give yourself a minute to enjoy his closeness, eyes shut as you doze quietly against him, and then you’re pushing yourself away despite his almost silent protests.
“Where are you going?” he asks as you pull your clothes back on, doing your best to hide the array of bruises littered over your skin.
“I told the girls I’d make them dinner, remember?” You snag one of his t-shirts and pull it over your head, inhaling his strong scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes.
“Yeah, I remember.” He stands and pulls his clothes back on, kissing your jaw.
It’s mostly quiet as you get to work on dinner for the girls. Billy sits and watches you from the table, lips quirking into a smile as you hop around, plating things up and setting the table.
You call the girls for dinner and they bound down the stairs eagerly, sitting opposite where you and Billy have situated yourselves. They eat in silence, every so often exchanging snickers that have you cocking an eyebrow.
“What’s so funny?”
El turns to face you, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part as she whispers, as though the two of you are sharing a secret.
“Were those happy screams?”
You choke on a mouthful of pasta, hands flying to cover your stricken face. You can just about make out Billy’s smug, grinning expression from beside you and you elbow him. He laughs, leaning towards El.
“Yeah, those were very happy screams.”
“Billy, shut up!”
“What?”
You’re mortified, and you spend the rest of the meal dead silent, your face burning.
“Babe, it’s not a big deal,” Billy laughs, seemingly amused by your humiliation.
“Yeah, for you! Cos you can be all smug about it. It’s embarrassing for me!”
Max coughs, nudging your foot under the table.
“It’s okay. If it’s any consolation, we didn’t even hear that much.”
You hide your face, rigid as Billy tugs you into his lap. The rumble of his chest as he laughs makes you purse your lips primly and bat at his chest.
billy hargrove x fem!reader [12.1k]
summary ⤍ jason can’t seem to keep his grimy hands off of you at tina’s yearly halloween rager, and billy really does not like that.
warnings ⤍ 18+ (minors dni), petname use, sexual assault (jason touches reader without her consent), explicit language, mentions of alcohol and smoking, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected piv sex, light choking, hair pulling.
a/n ⤍ this idea came to me thanks to this gif and could not leave me until i wrote it down. obviously billy isn’t the racist douchebag he canonically is, so keep that in mind. please let me know what you think <3
The soles of your shoes stuck to the hardwood floor as you weaved between the crowd of sweaty, drunken teenagers. Your eyes were searching for Nancy, Robin or even Steve but you were beginning to lose hope, seeing as you had lost them about twenty minutes ago and not caught a glimpse of them since then.
You grumbled under your breath, recalling your pact to stay together in case things got out of hand. Which, it was bound to happen seeing as it was a rager hosted by none other than Tina herself; On Halloween night nonetheless. Her parties always ended up with the cops getting called because some genius decided that jumping from the second floor into her pool was a good idea. Or maybe some poor sucker had wandered drunkenly over to the next house over and vomited all over the lawn belonging to an old couple.
It felt like half the school was here, and you were beginning to regret coming in the first place. It wasn’t that you hated parties, they were almost always fun and eventful. But, you would’ve been perfectly happy with a horror movie night and so was Robin at first. She was the one who’d suggested it earlier this week at Family Video all up until she’d heard that Vickie was making an appearance and suddenly Fright Night and Day of the Dead were far from her mind and all she could focus on was your costumes.
summary: Now Billy may not have many friends but he’s never going to let his best friend suffer from a subpar experience.
word count: 3,060
a/n: NSFW CONTENT also dirty words i have never used before on this account also my second attempt at real smut. apparently i had many thoughts and i’m hoping this knocks me out of my rut. pt. 2
warnings: 18+ nsfw content, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, 18+ language, smut seriously i will fight any minor who looks at this
If anyone were to ask, the answer would be “no, Billy Hargrove was not nosy”.
He was simply curious and maybe a bit hungry. And that was why he was digging through his best friend’s dresser drawers, no other reason.
He knew you hid candy around your room, well, he guessed that you still did because as far as he knew what girl didn’t have a stash of candy? And he also remembered you saying something about it one time when the two of you had hung out.
Billy flicked through a few pairs of your underwear, humming lightly in approval when he saw anything that was skimpy or had lace, even a few of the cotton options were piquing his interest.
He honestly was surprised that these were what you were hiding under your t-shirts and jeans, and, maybe, he was a curious to see what they looked like when you were wearing them.
Billy began to pocket a black pair, the intricate floral design in the lace catching his attention.
“What in the hell are you doing, Hargrove?” He didn’t even bother looking shameful, even when you stalked over and pulled your panties from his front pocket, tossing them back into your drawer.
“Nice pajamas you’ve got there, you big tease.” He laughed after rolling his eyes, he knew exactly where to find those panties when he wanted them again. He took hold of the fabric you were wearing and rubbed it between his fingers, he liked the softness of the silk. He let it fall when you pulled away.
“Okay, then,” he changed the subject, “where are your snacks?”
“My beside drawer, if there’s any left, you jackass,” you replied replied with a chuckle. You splayed out across the end of your bed and flipped through the channels on your television, “Why would I hide snacks in my underwear drawer anyway?”
Billy stopped before opening your nightstand, his fingers dancing over the handle, “That’s where I hide my stuff. My cigarettes, money, condoms-“
The word condoms immediately sent you on high alert, remembering what you else you hid in your bedside drawer.
“Oh, shit! Billy, wait!”
You were too late, Billy’s eyes immediately zeroed in and the most devilish grin you’d ever seen on him began to settle on his pretty face. You were mortified, face heating all the way to your ears as you watched him pull the light purple vibrator out of the drawer.
“Now, what’s this?” Billy hummed in delight, eyebrows raising suggestively. He flopped onto the bed, pulling himself to sit cross-legged and hover over you. With the vibrator dangling right in front of your face, a smirk graced his face in response to your scowl.
You snatched the offending item from his hand and shoved his shoulder. Billy was caught off guard, succumbing easily when you moved to straddle his waist. You leaned over to put the vibrator back into the drawer and pulled out a bag of Charleston Chews, shoving them against Billy’s chest. You moved from your spot, choosing to lay on your back in front of him.
He lowly cleared his throat and placed the bag top of the nightstand before turning towards you, “I don’t know if I’m hungry for candy anymore.”
It came out as a purr, something akin to how he got girls’ attention at parties. His fingers pulling your chin towards him and then lowering to toy with the hem of your shirt, “maybe I want something a little sweeter.”
“Don’t say that, Billy,” you huffed, turning your head back. He knew you too well to assume that you weren’t mulling it over, especially with the way your teeth were beginning to chew at your bottom lip. “I mean, it’d be awkward cause you’re my best friend.”
Billy could sense a deeper reasoning, a consequence of knowing you for so long. He cocked an eyebrow, urging you to go on.
“Also, I know you, and we agreed that I’m not a conquest thing.”
He had to admit that it was a bit of a sharp jab, but he didn’t keep you around for being a liar. The cockiness dropped a bit, “Don’t you trust me?” he hummed.
His thumb grazed over the apple of your cheek before he decided to grant some sincerity, “It won’t be awkward if all I’m doing is helping you out, right? And you mean more to me than than.”
It was soft and sweet for Billy to say that, but you knew if you dug further into his emotions that he would start to deflect, so you playfully rolled your eyes, “How many girls have you told that one to?”
Fortunately, he caught the joking tone.
“About four,” he answered in mock hurt, before pulling you up and maneuvering you back into his lap, “-doesn’t mean I haven’t meant it almost every time.”
A loud laugh escaped you lips and you swatted lightly at his chest, “Fuck off.”
Billy leaned in, mumbling “C’mon it’s a really good offer,” then the nipping at your throat started. Though your friendship had always had a plethora of sexual jokes and more physical contact than most, he knew that he was teetering on a thin line.
You sighed deeply, tilting your neck to give him more room. You tucked a hand into his hair, “Why are you offering anyway?”
“I think it’d be fun,” Billy admitted. His hand slipped under your shirt and he let his fingertips graze the bottom your ribcage, “I think it’s also a bit more convenient than what you’re doing now.”
“How so?” You chuckled, “I barely have to do any work.”
“Because,” he lowered his hand, his thumb lightly pressing right below your navel as he purred in your ear, “no toy is gonna tell you how pretty you look when you’re fucked dumb on a cock.”
He couldn’t help his groan at your breath hitching and the involuntary buck of your hips when his pinky slipped just under the waistline of your matching pajama shorts.
“Well jeez, Billy. Who’s being a tease now?” It came out as a low gasp. Under any other circumstance, you probably would’ve scolded yourself for how needy it sounded.
“Gimme permission, then,” Billy chided in retaliation, his hands fell to your waist and he gave testing squeezes. He softly rocked his pelvis against you and you could feel how much this situation was affecting him.
Heat rose to your cheeks again and you tugged his head back by his hair, grabbing his attention. Your expression was stern, “You’re serious about this, huh?”, maybe it was a bit late to ask that, given the position you were in but something continued to nag you in the back of your mind.
His expression softened for a split second, before grinning, “Sure I am, you’re always spouting that “friends supporting friends” bullshit,” he stuck his tongue out to lick a strip over your exposed cleavage, “let me support you.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’ll take that as a yes then?”
With one short nod of your head, Billy had begun pulling up the hem of your shirt, gaze burning into your skin as it became visible to him. He surprised you though, using his wet lips to graze your pulse point instead of the freshly exposed skin, “Are you going to let me kiss you?”
“Kiss me-“
If it was a question, Billy didn’t wait for the finish, he wanted it. Too damn cocky to beg his pretty best friend to let him kiss her like he’s thought about nearly a thousand times.
Your brain went fuzzy with the mix off his hands groping at the fabric of your bra and his lips pressed against yours. He continued to test his waters by pulling your lower lip between his teeth and quickly releasing it, he looked all over your face, making sure to take a mental picture of the furrowed brows and pout that you were making.
“Can I fuck you?”
You lazily nodded at him in reply.
“Say it,” it was stern despite how blushed his cheeks looked and how he said it after panting, “I’m not doing anything until you say that I can.”
“Fuck,” you grumbled in attempt to find your words again, “Fuck me. Please.”
Billy caved, pulling your lips back to his. He moved his hands to cup your thighs below your ass and you squeaked when tugged you to fall onto your back. He nestled his hips into the space between your spread thighs, thumbs digging into the pillowy skin to hold you open while he ground himself against you.
“You want me fuck you, huh? Want me to fuck that pretty cunt?” His questions had your head spinning, not knowing whether to pay attention to his foul mouth and words or the delicious burn of his denim jeans against your thighs and the feel of him pressed to where you knew you needed him.
You took ahold of Billy’s hand, desperation taking precedent over your nerves when you pulled it to your mouth and began to suckle at the tips of his fingers. You mumbled out something along the lines of ‘support me’ before his brain began to short circuit.
The second you released his fingers, Billy began to tug your shorts down. His lips pressing against the inside of your ankle before dropping the cloth to your bedroom floor. He looked down at you and gulped thickly when he realized that you were laid out nearly bare for him.
“No panties?” he questioned with a chuckle that sounded more strained than he intended.
You pulled yourself to lean back on your elbows, before furrowing your brows at him, “Uh no.”
“Well what in the hell do you mean with just “uh no”?” He asked again, your ankle still held up in his grasp.
“Billy, I usually never sleep in panties.”
“Oh,” he floundered, “okay then.” It was a stupid thing to say, he knew it, especially after all of the foul things he’d said before but now he could feel himself painfully throbbing in his jeans at the thought of all of the nights he’d laid in your bed with you not wearing anything but little shorts. He’d really have to take them off soon or he’d fucking bust in the denim like some kind of chump over you.
Billy tried to regain his composure by kissing up your calf, he was too enamored with the softness of it to not suck at the skin. You fell back and he let out forceful puffs of air whenever you made noises for him. But the sharp gasp at him biting the inside of your thigh had him standing to his feet.
He didn’t have much of a chance to undo his belt before you moved towards him, your fingers swatted his away and took over the ministrations. He let out a deep groan when your fingers danced over the zip to free him from its confinement.
When your fingers went to explore him further, he tutted at you, pulling back and haphazardly kicking off his shoes and his tugging his jeans down to throw backwards towards your closet. His shirt was off quickly after that and you openly ogled the trail of hair that disappeared below the band of his boxers.
He looked back at you, a devil’s grin etched onto his face, “Like what you see?”
“I’m sure I can work with it,” you sassed in order to amuse him, before pausing to look over him once more before adding, “I’m still waiting for you to prove that you’re better than my toy.”
“Oh really?” he hummed, stalking towards the edge of the bed. He tapped your knee, urging you to scoot back to allow him room.
You gave him a confused look when he dropped to kneel at the edge of your bed, both of his hands on your thighs. “Billy, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to prove it,” he answered you dumbly, pulling your thighs apart and attempting to hook them over his shoulders, “lean back.”
You huffed, neglecting to follow his request.“I thought you were going to fuck me.”
He let out a low hum before roughly pulling you towards him, closer towards his awaiting smirk. “Believe me,” he sighed, “I am going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck this pretty cunt with my tongue until you can’t stand to even look at that girly vibrating piece of shit.”
He didn’t wait for a reply before touching you, he wanted to stop whatever smart ass comment was brewing right in its tracks. “Hey there, pretty girl,” he cooed in awe, his thumb moving to drag over your folds and if he wasn’t so taken with the view he might’ve teased you for the loud hiss that you let out.
You looked down at him, his mesmerized eyes following the path of his soaked finger, and you had to admit that he looked so gorgeous, almost enough to convince you to let him have his way about proving you wrong. His blushed cheeks and his fingers that dug into your thigh and his ruffled hair were sending you into overdrive, it was overwhelming you in such a good way.
Billy could feel your frustration growing as you squirmed in your spot under his grip, he lost his resolve when you groaned out his name. He swore he’d never heard such an addicting sound, he had to grant you reprieve so he replaced his fingers with his tongue, following the same path that he’d traced before.
You had a white-knuckled grip on your blankets and you were praying that no one could hear the vulgar noises that were emitting from where Billy’s lips were now suckling at your cunt. You nearly sobbed when he prodded at your entrance with his middle finger, he groaned into you when he was met with little resistance.
He pulled back for only a moment to admire his handiwork, “Look at how badly you needed me, Baby. You’re taking me so well.”
You keened for his praise, whining at his words and for the pet name that had fallen with surprising affection from his lips.
Billy’s eyes rolled back and he moaned into you when he pulled your clit between his teeth and you replaced your grip from the blankets to his hair. With each harsh tug, he could feel you grinding yourself against his face and he used the motion to rut against the side of your bed for some relief.
You could feel a familiar heat in your belly and you didn’t have time to tell Billy before he tapped your outer thigh. A frustrated groan began to leave your lips, but was immediately taken over by a sharp gasp and your tensing at Billy sliding another finger into you.
He slowly pumped the two digits in and out, and found it very hard to not imagine that it was his cock disappearing into you, filling you up and making you twice as breathless as you were now.
As Billy gained speed and rhythm, you could feel the build again, the slow lapping ripples of your pleasure churning into tidal waves that you could drown in.
Your vision went white when Billy curled those two fingers and hit a spot that had your legs tensing around his head. He grinned pridefully at that, shouldering your thighs apart again and focusing solely on hitting that spot with the same depth and speed.
He knew you were reaching your peak, and if not from how you were fluttering around his fingers then it was definitely because you’d removed one hand from his hair to clasp over your mouth and quell the some the moans that were egging him on.
Your body tensed, thighs attempting to squeeze Billy’s broad shoulders as he worked you through your orgasm and licked the mess he made from your sensitive cunt.
He held them apart until you whimpered and his grip loosened, his mouth reluctantly pulling back from you and he looked like he had to convince himself to not just stare at the place where he’d just been. He stood, rubbing down your thigh before turning to your closet to find one of his other abandoned shirts and returning to wipe you clean of his spit and your cum.
You whined at the over stimulation and he apologized, tossing the shirt into your hamper when he finished. You could complain to him about that tomorrow but for now, you were sated and you could feel yourself getting drowsy.
“Don’t knock out on me yet, Hot-stuff,” Billy said, tugging the shirt he was wearing earlier over your head. When it was fully on you, he held your chin between his fingers, pulling you to look into his eyes, “I’ll be right back, turn on a channel that isn’t boring.”
You nodded lazily, watching him intently as he strode out of your room to what you assumed would be the bathroom. He’d somehow managed to slip into sweats while tending to you post earth shattering orgasm, but you decided not to linger too long on thoughts of Billy’s half naked body and flip through the channels on the television.
When Billy returned, his face was flushed and he had the same hazy look in your eyes that you did. You playfully swatted at his chest when he laid down beside you after turning out your lights.
“What the fuck was that for?” he questioned, eyes wide at the harmless attack.
“Did you just fucking jerk off in my bathroom?” you replied, slightly whisper-yelling at him.
“Um, fucking duh, (Y/N). What else was I supposed to do? I was hard as hell, that shit hurt.”
His genuine incredulous look had you snorting at him in bemusement and smirking with a snicker, “Aren’t we friends, Billy?”
Billy’s eyebrows furrowed and he cautiously settled beside you again and wrapping an arm around you to grab a candy from the nightstand. He popped it in his mouth and dropped his arm to lay at your waist before replying with his cheek full, “Best friends apparently.”
You hummed in agreement, turning your head just enough for you to catch his gaze and to plant a soft kiss you his jawline. “We always could’ve tried more of that “friends supporting friends” bullshit.”
You don't know for how long the swell of billy's cock has been nudging against your sensitive walls, hitting all the right places yet not giving you enough. And by now, you've lost track of time. The only thought in your mind spilling from your lips like a prayer,
“Billy, please, lemme cum,” dirty blonde locks tickle your face as he leans down to kiss you, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest, “I'll be, I'll be good!” you plead desperately, blinking through frustrated tears to which he only smirked cruelly,
“why should I, hm?” his hips snapped into yours, hard, “when it's so much better to have you moaning like a slut for me like this.” his voice trails off to a deep groan when he feels your cunt clamp down tight around his throbbing cock, “fuckin' hell, baby. this tight little cunt is gonna be the death of me,”
His hand grabs your jaw in a bruising grip, “open your mouth.” he whispers breathlessly, fucking deep in your clenching pussy. And you follow, jaw slacking in his hold, “now be a good lil' whore n' swallow.” Billy orders after spitting in your mouth, “atta girl.”
His thrusts grew sloppy after that, pounding you in a mismatched rhythm till your eyes rolled back and a pathetic whine left your lips when he pulled out his twitching cock just as you were getting close.
Laughing, he ran his thumb over the leaking tip of his cock, cold blue eyes watching as your cunt clenching around empty air, an unrestrained sob pulling his eyes up to your face, “cry a bit more for me and i just might let you cum, slut.”
EDDIE MUNSON — nice and slow
“go on, princess. ride me,” half lidded brown eyes stared up at you, warm hands steadying your hips while you bit your lips with a shaky sigh. His cock pulsed impatiently inside you, waiting for you to move,
“eddie,” the tilt of uncertainty in your voice had the man beneath you grabbing your hands, tangling his fingers in yours.
With a smile, he captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, “don't worry, I'll help you through it.” His hips buck up into yours as you rock against him and the next thing you know, your hips move with him in a steady rhythm he set you in, not too fast nor too slow,
“god, princess,” he breathes throw groans, head thrown back when he felt his cock hit that sweet spot inside you that had you screaming for him. He chased your lips for a kiss, muffling your moans successfully, “fuck, you're so tight,”
he can't help but grind up deeper into you, feeling your walls tighten up with each thrust. Your hands shake in his grasp from his thrusts, moans tumbling off your lips while he grunted, “eddie! Please, I'm—” you choke on your moans, hiding your face in the crook of his neck while he coos in your ear,
“shh, I know, baby, I know.” Sitting on his cock, you let him grab your hips and move you up and down his cock while your hands move on to grip his shoulders, “I got you.”
STEVE HARRINGTON — worships you with praises
Your nails dig in the muscles of his back, feeling them flex under your touch as he slams his hips into yours with a tight lipped groan.
Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling when you toppled off of another high, cumming around his dick for the unkempt time,
“steve,” your head lolls to the side, a whine on the edge of your lips while he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, muttering under his breath about how tight you are but following up with a grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes,
“now give me another one, yea?” his cock hits right against the spongy spot inside you, unrelenting in his vigour to watch you cum under him again.
And all you could do was arch up into his touch because you're addicted. Addicted to the way he feels inside you, fucking his cum inside you after each time he came, not giving a fuck about overstimming both you and himself.
His pelvis grinds against your puffy clit and you let out a loud moan, tightening like a vice around his cock and he gasps out a praise, “good girl,”
“gonna fill you up so well, baby.” his lips muffle yours as his thrusts turn sloppy. He stills soon after, spilling deep inside you, smiling down at you breathlessly with his fingers carding through your hair, “my good girl, took me so well,”
JIM HOPPER — can play nice (only if you aren't bratty)
Jim thinks it's cute how your teeth gnawed on your bottom lip in an attempt to bite back your moans with each hard thrust of his hips against yours.
His lips hovered over your ear for a whisper, “you gonna behave now?” rough hands palmed at your tits, fingers pinching your perked nipples.
With a muffled moan, you're quick to nod, “yes, daddy, I'll, I promise.”
you whimper in response, blinking away the tears dewing in your eyes and you feel his thick cock throb against your walls at your words, “atta girl.” he groaned, slapping at your ass and chuckling at how you yelp.
Jim's large hands grabs a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks to look at how your pussy swallows his cock whole, “greedy little girl, you're gonna take everything daddy gives you, hm?”
you sing of affirmatives hastily, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, cunt clenching desperately around his cock. And he fucks into you roughly, toying with your clit meanwhile, “'m close, daddy—”
“shh, shh,” he whispers breathlessly, “I know, baby, I know.” grabbing your chin, he brings you in for a kiss before snapping his hips into yours, “gonna be good f'me now, yea?”
DIMITRI ENZO ANTONOV — spoils you rotten
“such a pretty little thing,” enzo whispers with you perched on his lap, his accent coming out thicker with each grind of your hips, “so good for daddy, hm?”
his thumb traced your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth and groaning when you started sucking on his finger. The fucked out dizzy look in your eyes as you looked at him was enough to make him almost cum on spot.
Your lashes flutter up at him with every sharp thrust of his, sweet moans muffled by his finger that he pressed down lightly on your tongue, “please,”
you beg and he smiles, slick fingers pulled out as he takes a hold of your chin, pecking your lips, urging you to speak up,
“please daddy,” you cry out, unable to form sense with his thick cock nudging against all the right spots inside you.
Cradling your face in his hands gently, he coos, “so beautiful when you cry. I've fucked you dumb haven’t I?” you whimper, tucking away your burning face in the crook of his shoulder and he laughs,
“want to cum all over my cock, princess? That it?” you nod feverishly, pussy tightening upon his words and he follows through with a hum.
Imagine big bad Billy Hargrove with a sweet lil’ thang <3
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Billy Hargrove isn’t the nicest guy at Hawkins. From the moment he smashed his black boots onto the concrete of the school parking lot, everyone knew he’d be trouble. On Billy’s first day he had managed to make himself more enemies than he could count on one hand. Billy could be described confrontational, aggressive, but charming, and foxily sly. However, not a soul could describe him as kind.
On the other hand, Y/N L/N is the nicest girl in Hawkins. She’s outgoing, and bubbly, and unnecessarily kind. Within a week of transferring to Hawkins she had made plenty of friends, joined clubs, and even earned a spot on the Hawkins high varsity cheer squad. No one would ever imagine that a good girl like Y/N would look twice at a troublemaker like Billy.
Y/N and Billy stayed separated for a long time. That is, until Billy and she started to leave gym together. It was an odd sight, with Billy’s hair damp from a shower, sticking to his face with Y/N on his arm, looking as if she’d never broken a sweat.
Later, the strolls from gym turned into escorts to class, and then accompaniment to lunch, until finally Billy became Y/N ride to and from school. The change was gradual, but beside the two’s aesthetic differences, they were completely in sync.
Billy and Y/N were never officially an item, at least not to the rest of the school. But typically, they were both interrogated by friends about the matter.
One day… “Y/N!” One of the cheerleaders trudged up to Y/N, pushing through a crowd of students filing into school. “Y/N! Hey girl!” Y/N turned around, smiling. “Hey Macy!” She replied. “Listen, how did you manage to snag a boytoy like Billy?” She giggled. “Oh I uh—“ Y/N was interrupted by Billy, throwing a cigarette down and stomping it into the concrete. “Y/N. Come on, let’s go.” He didn’t say where they were going, he just held out his arm for her with a sly grin to her friend.
It’s clear that Billy doesn’t care about the other girls interested in him, but by the way Macy acts towards Y/N, there is clear indication that Macy took an interest in Billy. “What was that about?” Billy would ask often, usually after overhearing someone question Y/N about their relationship. “Macy really wants to know what’s going on between us..” She bit her lip, squeezing Billy’s bicep as they walked to first period. “Leave her wanting to know more, it’s none of her business.” He grunted.
Billy has a reputation to uphold, but he does tend to act differently than usual when it comes to Y/N. Boys began to take notice from his group, but he’d brush it off. “You’re whipped, man.” Tommy Hagan clapped Billy on the shoulder in the locker room, after Billy had taken his normal speedy shower so he could see Y/N quicker. “Yeah, but Y/N’s a Betty, who wouldn’t be whipped if they got a chance to be with all that!” Another boy commented, smacking Tommy with a wet towel. Billy tended to shake off whatever comments he got, everyone knew that Billy did want he wanted anyway.
Shortly after Y/N and Billy get close, Billy joins the basketball team! Which is great, because the cheer squad and the basketball team usually practiced in the gym together. More often than not however, Y/N tends to get a bit distracted..
Billy’s loudest supporter at basketball games is definitely Y/N! With pom poms waving and high kicks galore, she most definitely gives it her all when Billy is put in to play! But the support goes both ways, because as soon as Billy is benched (which isn’t often) he is sure to cheer her on, cockily announcing “that’s my girl!”
When Billy and Y/N finally made it official, they turned into THE power couple at school. Every guy wanted to be Billy, and every girl wanted to be Y/N. However, it was obvious that they were completely enamored with each other. Y/N is just the one who outwardly shows affection— which is evident by the pink lipstick prints Billy wears like a badge of honor on his cheeks.
Billy doesn’t enjoy it when other guys hit on his girl though, and he’s one to cause a scene. But Y/N being as sweet as she is always tries her best to talk him him down, and it usually works <3 Billy could be in the middle of beating a guy half to death, but as soon as “Billy..” leaves his love’s sweet tender lips, he’s up and shaking hands.
Overall, big and bad Billy Hargrove and his golden girl are the cutest <3 <3
DADS — Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington x fem!reader
A/N — Just some headcanons of them as dads. I'm going through a writer's block and this is the only thing I've been able to finish 🥹 I'll try to post something better tomorrow english isn't my first language
BILLY HARGROVE
Billy would go so soft for a baby girl. He would learn how to tie her hair into ponytails, braids, buns and actually be good at it. She would have his dark blonde hair with some curls too, her eyes intensively blue like his dad and a beautiful smile like his. The rest of her little face would be just like yours. Your nose, your lips, your cheeks. It was the perfect combination of you two. Billy would drive her to kindergarten and school every day, sending deathly glances to any boy who gets suspiciously close to her.
Really attentive during your pregnancy and always tries to hide how soft he gets when he sees you carrying his child. Billy also gives the best back rubs ever, his hands are big and strong, his fingers skilled as nobody's. He's always up to help you relieve some stress, you sitting in between his legs and sighing at how his hans worked on your back.
Billy's dad was an asshole and he needed to ask someone for help so he would end up going to Max's mother, the woman really glad that he comes to her before making the same mistakes as his dad. She'd teach him how to cook some basic dishes, what you could and couldn't eat, what he needed to bring to the hospital by the time you gave birth, and how to make you feel better like holding your belly from behind, helping you to shower, foot massages...
Hate to say this but he hates when the baby cries at night and would probably let you go to take care of her every single time. He would make it up for you in the morning tho, letting you sleep more time and him taking care of the baby.
Billy would never admit it but he secretly loves when Max interacts with the baby. He would act all stubborn when Max and you play with the baby, you smiling when Max softly puts her headphones on the baby's ears and play some soft music. The baby humming and trying to grab Max's walkman. Billy would watch the scene from the distance with butterflies in his stomach.
Billy would love wrapping the baby with his leather jacket like a burrito. The baby snuggling and enjoying his dad's cologne and Billy just rocking her between his arms.
He would quit smoking or at least he'd never do it around the baby. He stopped when you got pregnant, and it was pretty hard for him at first. Billy would go on night walks alone just so he could smoke but when you started to feel pain, puking, and basically needing him by your side, Billy forgot about smoking.
His favorite part of parenthood is admiring how pretty his baby girl is. She'd have these deep blue eyes just like him but she'd have the same features as you, making Billy love her even more if possible. Sometimes he would just lay on the bed with her, bumping her nose, squeezing her cheeks, or tickling her belly. The baby trying to suck on his dad's fingers every time they got close to her face, trying to grab them with her tiny little hands, and Billy just tickling her palm, making her giggle.
EDDIE MUNSON
Oh, he would rock with a little girl with the same deep brown eyes as him and with his messy curly hair too. You adoring how your daughter looks just like his dad and thinking of how she would probably inherit Eddie's personality and hobbies too (not the drug dealing, of course) like playing guitar and playing D&D.
Eddie would buy her every metal band t-shirt he could find, even if she was still a baby and won't understand nor enjoy that type of music. If there wasn't her size, he'd just use one of his on her. Eddie's shirt being bigger than the toddler and making her look like a ghost walking around the house.
Of course, Eddie stopped smoking before the baby was born, when he heard you coughing one time. Also stopped drug dealing a long time ago. He probably kept doing it after you two moved in together so he could maintain you two and not only live with your salary. But he'd find a proper job and he'd love it. He’d work at a music store, surrounded by tapes and vinyls of his favorite artists and recommending customers the best guitar for them. Nevertheless, his favorite part of the work was getting home to his baby girl waiting for him and clumsily walking to him just for Eddie to pick her up in his arms and devour her with kisses.
He's a fun dad, he's always up to play or spend time with his daughter even if he is busy doing something else, like practicing with Corroded Coffin. Eddie would stop the rehearsal immediately and the boys wouldn't care less because they also loved spending time with the little girl. But your daughter only likes one of Eddie's friends, and that is Dustin. He is always super thorough with her, tickling her belly when she was a baby and making the little her softly kick her feet and move her small arms full of joy. Dustin would also give to her all of his toys from when he was younger, her loving every action figure and every dinosaur. He's your trusted babysitter when Eddie wants to take you on a date.
Eddie would buy her her own guitar. When she was a toddler, he got a toy guitar for her so she could familiarise with the instrument, the baby just pinching the strings without any sense. When she started growing up, Eddie go t her a real one and he'd teach her some basics so she could decide if she liked it. Also, he'd sit your daughter on his lips and play piano, the two-year-old girl hypnotized by the melody her dad was playing, even though her favorite part was when Eddie let her smack the keys with her tiny hands.
Sometimes his sleep was so deep he wouldn't hear her crying at night and he'd feel guilty in the morning for you having to wake up, you assuring him by kissing his cheeks that you didn't mind. But other times Eddie would wake up even before she could start crying, it was like a sixth sense.
The baby loves playing with Eddie's long hair, sometimes pulling it hard enough to make his dad whine. Her curls would be crazy, he learned how to control them in two ponytails so they wouldn't get on her face. When she was a baby and couldn't complain about her hair, Eddie loved trying different hairstyles on her, using water to create a perfect mohican on her that got your mouth open once you got home from work "She's a rockstar." Eddie would allege.
JONATHAN BYERS
I see Jonathan with a baby boy. He's got some experience being a father figure to Will so he knows how to handle a little boy. If it's a girl, he'd have heart eyes all the time. I mean, he had El but she was already a teenager when she moved with them to California, so a little girl would be a dream for him.
He panics all the time during your pregnancy, thinking he's gonna hurt you or that he's gonna mess it up at any time. The truth is that he's super careful with you and it was practically impossible for him to hurt you, even unintentionally. Jonathan would insist on sleeping in the couch, alleging that it is for you to have more space but he's just scared of hurting your belly or you not sleeping well because of him. You'd wake up in the middle of the night and go to the living room, shaking Jonathan carefully and telling him that you couldn't sleep without him.
Jonathan relies on Joyce a lot, he'd even take notes of every advice his mom gives him, and he's got so many questions because he wants not only to be the best father but the best partner for you too. His dad was an asshole so he knew specially what he didn't have to do and what he would've liked his own dad to do, so he just needed to know what he could do for you.
You'd basically moved in with the Byers house during your pregnancy, all of them being super supportive and helping you both through your pregnancy. El and Will being the best entertainment when Jonathan was working, Hopper cooking the most delicious food you've ever tried and going to the grocery store when you were having cravings, and Joyce buying a bigger bed to Jonathan's room so you could sleep together.
The baby would be Jonathan's new favorite thing to photograph. He didn't like polaroid cameras until you got pregnant. Taking pics of you sleeping, of your and his hand on your belly... He would always have a camera around to photograph his child: playing in the park, on the first kindergarten/school day, when you dressed him up as a pumpkin during the first Halloween, and with his tiny and round face stained with cake on his birthday... Jonathan would be always taking pictures of you and the baby, keeping the polaroids in his wallet, in the glove compartment of his car, and even stuck on the wall of his place of work.
He's the one waking up in the middle of the night when the baby cries. Whispering to you to go back to sleep and kissing your forehead. Stumbling on his feet, trying to get to the baby's room as fast as he could, not even thinking of letting you handle the situation. Once the baby stopped crying, he would take him to your bed, lying him in between you two and Jonathan with one of his hands always having some type of contact with the baby to know that he's fine.
His favorite part is putting the baby to sleep. He's a pretty calm guy so it's quite easy for him to transmit that calmness to his son, the baby humming and squirming in his dad's arms at how comfortable he was and probably would start crying the moment Jonathan puts him down on his crib. He'd also help you to sleep later, having your head resting on his lap and playing with your hair until you fall asleep.
He's always telling you that you are the best mom or that you are doing so good with the kid, kissing your cheeks and giving you the best heartwarming compliments, basically making you feel so loved. Joyce told him that some new mothers sometimes felt like they weren't doing good enough for their children, so he's always making sure that you know how well you are doing and how happy and healthy your baby looks thanks to you.
STEVE HARRINGTON
Best dad ever. He would only have eyes for you and your daughter, Steve literally lives for both of you. Probably he wouldn't wait until your girl is one-year-old to start talking about having another child.
The happiest man alive when he you told him that you were pregnant. He'd kiss and talk to your belly all the time, resting his hand there, applying lotion to your stretch marks, and always making sure that you're feeling comfortable. It was like your daughter could feel when Steve was around because she'd start kicking you like crazy. "We can't wait to see you, baby.","I love you too baby, but you need to let mommy sleep."
Your baby was so loved even before she was born. And so were you during your pregnancy. Steve was by your side every minute of it. He'd cook you the most delicious meals and the sweetest cakes to help your cravings. Steve would make sure that you were drinking enough water, he'd help you to shower, and make you feel beautiful. Hugging you tightly against him, massaging every aching part of your body, and basically not letting you get up from the couch unless you needed to use the bathroom.
Steve would fall asleep with the baby between his arms all the time. Him sitting on the rocking chair next to the baby's crib falling asleep at the same time as your daughter and forgetting to put her in the crib, you going to the room to know why Steve was taking so long just to find that cute scene. Also, him sitting on the couch after work with the little girl peacefully napping on his chest, his arms wrapped around her so she didn't fall. When she was old enough to have a proper bed, he'd lay down with her and hug her against him, tell her a story and she would be sleeping in less than ten minutes. The little girl sighing in her sleep thanks to how comfortable her dad was.
Steve is always so warm, the baby loves being between his arms. When she was a toddler, she would cry her lungs out until Steve picked her up and peppered her small face with kisses while hugging her. At nights, she would sneak into your room and lay between you and Steve, or by your side so you could hug her and Steve could hug you both.
Steve's favorite part of coming home from work is finding his daughter waiting for him to play with her, you'd tell him that he needed to rest, but there's no way he's going to sleep instead of playing with her, he wouldn't care about if he's exhausted. He'd also love when you and her would fall asleep waiting for him. He'd give each of you a kiss and get into bed too.
He loves movie nights with you and her. Steve would rent movies for her all the time. He knows her favorites and he could watch them with her for the entire day, he'd find himself after mumbling the words of the Disney songs. When she was a toddler, Steve would fall asleep during the movie and when you'd shake his shoulders softly to wake him up, he'd say that 'there's no strong plot'. You'd smile at him. 'Of course not baby, it's a movie for children.'
Steve would sit the baby on his lap and try her to say 'daddy'. He could be there for hours, smiling at his daughter when she would try to mumble something similar to what her dad was saying, waving her hands happily and letting her head fall into Steve's chest when she was tired of trying. He'd kiss the top of her head and let her rest before keep trying. "Baby, I need to feed her-" Steve shushed you, and you raised your eyebrows. "She almost got it..." Both of you looked at the baby babbling until she got to say clearly the word 'daddy'. "Yes, yes, yes! That's my girl, well done!" Steve kissed all her little face, making her giggle.
billy hargrove x fem!reader [12.1k]
summary ⤍ jason can’t seem to keep his grimy hands off of you at tina’s yearly halloween rager, and billy really does not like that.
warnings ⤍ 18+ (minors dni), petname use, sexual assault (jason touches reader without her consent), explicit language, mentions of alcohol and smoking, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected piv sex, light choking, hair pulling.
a/n ⤍ this idea came to me thanks to this gif and could not leave me until i wrote it down. obviously billy isn’t the racist douchebag he canonically is, so keep that in mind. please let me know what you think <3
The soles of your shoes stuck to the hardwood floor as you weaved between the crowd of sweaty, drunken teenagers. Your eyes were searching for Nancy, Robin or even Steve but you were beginning to lose hope, seeing as you had lost them about twenty minutes ago and not caught a glimpse of them since then.
You grumbled under your breath, recalling your pact to stay together in case things got out of hand. Which, it was bound to happen seeing as it was a rager hosted by none other than Tina herself; On Halloween night nonetheless. Her parties always ended up with the cops getting called because some genius decided that jumping from the second floor into her pool was a good idea. Or maybe some poor sucker had wandered drunkenly over to the next house over and vomited all over the lawn belonging to an old couple.
It felt like half the school was here, and you were beginning to regret coming in the first place. It wasn’t that you hated parties, they were almost always fun and eventful. But, you would’ve been perfectly happy with a horror movie night and so was Robin at first. She was the one who’d suggested it earlier this week at Family Video all up until she’d heard that Vickie was making an appearance and suddenly Fright Night and Day of the Dead were far from her mind and all she could focus on was your costumes.
warnings: overall filth. like, filthy. degradation, humiliation, use of belt as restraint, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it, friends!) face slapping, dacryphilia, overstimulation, denial, sir kink, let me know if there’s more!
“c’mon, can’t you be submissive one time?” you giggled, running your pointer finger down billy’s cheek. you were perched on his lap as he laid on his grungy bed, legs straight out behind you and torso leaned on the board. his hands were lazily planted on your hips, at that moment scooting you up his torso so you weren’t rubbing against his growing erection.
“over my dead body, sweetheart,” he spoke, grumbly in nature. “cut it out, it’s not funny.” he pinched the skin on your hip lightly, just to flag you to quit while you were ahead, still on his good side.
“m’not doing anything! i just wanna know!” you sat yourself up onto his hips, pressing your chest against his as you ran your palms down onto his biceps.
“know what?”
“why you won’t let me be in charge! i wanna try it.”
billy scoffed, cocked his head to the side with his eyebrows raised. curious.
“i’d treat you real good, billy,” you grinned, laying a hand on his cheek. “take care of you, make you feel good.”
your thumb walked back and forth on his jaw, slowly, testing your waters.
“don’t you wanna be a good boy? for me?”
you made sure to pout, look at him through your eyelashes. you knew he couldn’t tell you no explicitly- and he didn’t. he just sighed and muttered, “whatever.” which was technically billy-code for, “stop right now, i swear to god.”
“i’ll be nice!” you argued. “just need you to listen to me.”
“i will listen to you whenever i want, baby,” he corrected, rising his palms to cup your waist.
you narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, shaking your head as you reached to grip at his chin. you had already decided your fate for the night. “noo, you’re gonna listen to me and do what i say. did i say you could touch me?”
you were getting into character. and billy was really starting to get frustrated. you knew he was when he opened his mouth to say something, probably tell you to stay in your lane, but you caught it.
“ah-ah, did i say you could touch me?” you repeated, raising your voice slightly.
billy huffed, just tightened his grip on your waist. his jaw was tightening, grinding his molars against each other. his eyes shifted.
“(y/n),” he muttered, spitting your name smoothly from his lips. “i will also touch you whenever i want. i’m not playing this game with you.”
you furrowed your eyebrows together. to billy, you looked like you were just pouting, even though you were trying to put on a mean face. he said he wasn’t going to play with you, but he didn’t stop you from peeling his hands off your waist and attempting to pin them down at his sides. he could easily break away, no doubt, but he was curious. maybe he’d let you have your fun for a little. it paid off immediately when you smiled, victory shining in your eyes when his wrists hit the mattress.
but then you jumped up off of his lap with a gasp and a bright idea, lifting up a finger to him. “ooh! wait here, i’ll be right back!” you exclaimed, grinning like a possum. you ran out of the room then, leaving billy laying there, confused and kind of nervous. you weren’t one to bring him surprises. he didn’t even agree to anything!
you came back seconds later, skipping into his bedroom with a long strip of leather laid in your hands- his favorite belt, and the one he used to bind your hands together for the first time when he spread you out in the backseat of his car. he groaned, shook his head. how humiliating.
“since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself,” you grinned proudly, perfectly reciting his words to you and spiking his memory, “i guess i gotta do it myself!”
you returned to your spot on his lap, this time purposefully anchoring yourself in just the right spot to make billy grunt and involuntarily buck his hips up. you started to bend and pull the belt into a sort of makeshift handcuffs, trying to remember the steps billy took to do the same. you were struggling. billy saw, sighed heavily and grabbed the belt from your struggling fingers. you immediately lurched forward, wiggling your fingers as he held it over his head to keep it from you.
“hey!” you protested, reaching to grab it back from his hands like he took a toy from your sandbox.
“i’m trying to help you, calm down,” he said coldly, waiting for you to put your hands down before he made quick work of the belt.
you frowned, until he returned the belt to you in the perfect shape to slide his wrists in in a matter of seconds. and he did, as soon as you got it in your hands he put his hands through the loops and allowed you to tighten them.
“other way,” he grumbled as you tugged on the wrong side of the strap.
“oh!”
it took a second, but after you completed that task, billy was in perfect position for you. wrists bound together, shirtless laid out on his bed in just his tiny boxers and in no position to protest or fight you. he looked.. unimpressed. his face was blank besides two very irritated eyes. his fists were clenched at his stomach, veins running up the back of his hand and up his forearms.
“you really think this is a good idea, baby? you know i’m not gonna be nice after.”
you rolled your eyes. billy did not like that. every thing you did was just adding to his irritation, building yourself a world of hurt the moment you let him go.
“well, that’s not for you to decide. it’s my turn,” you teased, placing a soft hand on his chest to slide it down. you started rocking your hips back and forth, and billy grunted, winced a little bit. you then stopped, lifting yourself up onto your knees to scoot down to his thighs. billy liked to wear extremely tight, extremely short boxers which left little to imagine in your head, you just had to get a good look at it. your hand had been steadily traveling town his torso until it reached the black fabric, not wasting any time to pull it down to release his thick cock. he was definitely hard, but just had a little more to go. being bound was a total turn off. but he would endure, just for you.
“come on, baby,” he groaned, bucking his hips up to chase your hands. “stroke my cock. i know you wanna.”
you giggled, “right know i really want you to shut up.”
his nostrils flared, his lips pressed to a little pink line with his eyebrows crinkled when you moved your eyes up.
“hey, watch it.”
you shook your head with a mischievous, bright smile.
“you’re bein’ a big baby,” you poked, prodding at his patience with you. “just relax and be quiet.”
he really didn’t want to, but he shut his mouth.
once he did, you rewarded him. grabbed his cock hanging from his boxers in your fist and pumped it once, twice. billy sighed deeply.
“ah, shit, there ya go- good girl,” he groaned as you continued your movements steadily, quickening slightly with each slow stroke. his eyes closed, head falling back with an opened mouth. you twisted your hand around his base and pulled up, repeating this movement over and over again until the vein running up his cock started pulsing blood to his angry tip. beads of white began pooling at the slit at the top, calling for you to run your thumb over it and collect them. you pulled your hand off of him and billy’s eyes snapped open, just to watch the pad of your tongue exit your mouth and steal his pre-cum from your finger. the sight made him groan. he must have tried to reach for your hair like he usually does, but you grabbed the bottom of the belt to keep his hands down. again, he could’ve easily broken free from your grip, but he didn’t, just scrunched up his face and clenched his jaw angrily.
“you’re not being very good, billy,” you said. he wanted to slap that smile off of your face. you were enjoying his torment! how cruel.
“and you’re a shitty dom, sweet girl,” he rebutted, gritting his teeth together.
it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, the smile falling into a grumpy frown. this was harder than it looked.
“you haven’t even been giving me a chance!” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest.
“you are so lucky this is cute.”
you huffed, let your arms fall to your side. you were getting frustrated, your face turning pink and chest heavy as you took a second to think. he was making sure you knew you were never in charge, even with how hard you try to be. but you were about to use the same exact tricks he used on you to get you to behave. you had to break him eventually, right? and he loved you- would never admit it, but he did- and if you wanted some harmless fun, he wouldn’t deprive you. as long as you stayed nice.
so you did, for the moment. made your way to his calves, sitting back on your heels to lift your shirt off. you had definitely been planning this. billy knew as soon as he saw black lace decorating your breasts. you pawed at them, just to make sure he knew you got to touch and he didn’t, and you saw his tongue lick a stripe on his bottom lip hungrily. you let him stare for a minute, groping yourself and tilting your head back pornographically. it was much better than anything billy had seen in the adult section at family video. you lifted onto your knees to push your shorts down your hips, stepping out of them and sliding them down your heels to discard them on the floor. matching set. he’d rip them off of you when you get done with this little game.
without saying anything to him, just letting him stare and drool as you raised your arms to pull your hair into a ponytail and secure it loosely with the scrunchie you had. he knew what was happening, trying to shimmy down the bed to get closer to you.
“m’not gonna let you come, billy,” you said, frowning and trying to look intimidating.
“oh, you’re not?” billy laughed. “poor me. if only i had a way to do it myself.”
you rolled your eyes. jerk. still, you leaned down, so your knees were holding up your thighs with his legs between them. your hands began at the top of his abs, raking your nails down the mounds of muscle. you caught a tiny hiss from billy at the sting, muscles tensing up under your touch.
“i’m serious, billy. and i’m in charge right now.”
“ah, right. almost forgot,” billy chuckled, bending his elbows to rest his bound hands on his chest. he watched you wrap a hand around his shaft and spit a thick ball of saliva onto his cock. he almost lost it when you lifted your hand up, pulling down the spit and coating the rounded flesh. he was certainly hard now, pulsing and demanding to be touched. he canted his hips up when you lightly squeezed at his base, right up close to his balls, and you had to react quick by removing your hand altogether.
“billy,” you whined, not intending it to be whiney but that was just how it came out. “be still!”
“alright, alright, okay- i’ll be still. just keep goin’, baby.”
you huffed, and then returned your hand around him. he grunted, planted his hips into the mattress and watched as your head lowered, your ass lifting up into the air where he could see the valley in your panties. you began pumping his cock at a slow pace, enough to give you time to take his tip onto your tongue. the smooth skin weighed down in your mouth, anchoring itself and encouraging you to continue to lower your mouth, slowly, staring up at him with pretty eyes.
“ah, fuck,” he groaned, fists clenching into balls as your own fist cupped his. trying to coax the orgasm out of him, you massaged the heavy sack around in your palm as your throat relaxed, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. he let out a breathy moan, fighting the urge to let his head loll back because he just wanted to watch you take him. you did, took him until you felt him poking at the back of your throat, and then stopped. you weren’t going to give him what he wanted, choke and gag on him as he called you a dirty little girl- and instead just rose up, and then sunk down to the same spot, the other hand not occupied by his balls twisting at his base. you repeated this at a painfully slow pace, slow enough to make him growl and let a small pool of drool in the corner of his mouth develop.
“come on, baby, gimme more than that,” he said, but you couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a demand.
you pulled off of him, a long trail of slick, murky spit connecting him to you. “what do you say?”
billy scoffed, heaving and grinding up into your palm. “i’m not gonna fuckin- ask you,” he grunted.
you shrugged, loosening your soft hold on him with the very intent of walking away altogether.
“okay then. guess i’ll just-“
“okay! okay, jesus fucking christ, you brat. please.”
good enough. you’ll take it.
you smiled in victory, happily gripping his cock to continue pumping at his base. your tongue licked at his tip, swiping up all of the pearly beads that had returned, like he was sweet candy. and then you lowered onto him, opening up wide to accommodate his girth. he groaned, spitting out a string of curses. it just egged you on further to get him off, sucking down on him and smoothing your tongue over every inch you could get, cycling your head up and down and picking up a gradual speed. his groans increased, belly rising and falling at an elevated speed as you fucked him with your sweet mouth.
you lapped at his cock, trying to suck him dry for all it was worth while you still had him there. your jaw was slack, but billy was thick enough where if you weren’t careful, your teeth grazed against him and let you know with a hiss and a broken groan. you’d never seen billy so vulnerable in bed, fighting against bucking his hips up to lodge into your throat, hands to himself. he usually couldn’t keep them off of you. instead, they were clenched at his chest, wrists connected with brown leather. he was sweating when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, releasing his girth just to lick and suck all around his cock. your lips connected to the side of his length, the opposite hand holding him still and pressing the meaty shaft against your tongue. his lips were wide open as he panted, his belly rising and falling rapidly.
you were making a show of it, messy as possible. spit catching on your chin and surrounding your swollen lips as the pink muscle in your mouth extruded to lick a long, heavy stripe all the way up to the heavy crown of his cock. you engulfed his length with wet heat, tongue cupping him as you slid down, and down until your nose was buried in dark, curly hair, seemingly far more kept than the hair on his head. trimmed perfectly to pillow your face when he was shoved down your throat.
“god damnit, fuck- just like that,” he murmured, voice grating and low enough you could feel it on your tongue. he started to get close after a while, especially when you took your hand off of his shaft and paired it with your other one on his balls, moving and massaging the skin in unison. his moans started to get louder, and you knew you won when he started to grumble and fuss, “fuck, fuck- gonna cum, baby-“
and so you stopped. pulled off of him completely, panting yourself and wiping the mess off of your chin with a smile. billy went still, screwing his eyes shut for a quick second before his jaw tensed up, his bite hard enough to bite through leather as his eyes opened, blue eyes clouded and fucking dark. something was swirling in them, an anger you had never seen from him. his face was hot, you could feel it radiating from the feet between you. he was pissed.
“what the fuck was that?” he asked, way too calmly for your liking. it was eerie.
“oh, i’m sorry, did i do something?” you responded ‘innocently,’ lifting onto your knees and scooting up to sit on his hips, just above his cock.
“ohhh, you are going to fucking regret that.”
you hummed, “mmmh, i dont think i am. i told you exactly what i was gonna do.”
“you goddamn bitch,” billy spat, shaking his head. he was so hard by now it hurt. he felt lightheaded, all of the blood and adrenaline filling up his length. “i am never letting you-“
“- be a good boy, billy. i’ll give you what you want if you’re good,” you interrupted, reaching up to pinch his cheek playfully before it abandoned his skin.
“i swear to god-“
“i wouldn’t have had to if you had just listened to me!“ you retorted. you scooted up his torso to slot perfectly onto his chest, his slightly bent knees keeping you holstered.
“you are being such a brat. did you just want my attention? because you sure as hell got it,” he snapped.
“no!” you exclaimed, eyebrows narrowing together and the corners of your lips tensing down. “i just wanted to try something new. and you decided to be a bad boy.”
“fuck, (y/n). just fucking untie me.”
“mm-mh. you’re gonna be a good boy and let me finish!” you argued, hand reaching to grab at his chin, which he immediately turned away from you to avoid. it worked in your favor. you didnt know what came over you, but you must have channeled billy in that moment- or all of the frustration billy gave you.
“i am not. fucking bitch, i-“
he got cut off.
a smack sounded through the room. and then silence. just the heavy sound of both of your breathing. billy just saw red, far redder than the red on his cheek from where your hand had landed. you had slapped him. not hard, of course, but enough to lock in your death sentence. it was silent. an eerie silence besides his heavy breathing as your face fell when his tightened.
“d’you just fuckin’ hit me?” he deadpanned, quietly, barely above a whisper. it was rhetoric.
you nodded, clueless.
“undo the belt,” he demanded, growling like an animal.
“i’m not gonna do that.”
“fine, jesus!” he snapped, reaching his own hands up to his mouth. you watched, frozen in place as his teeth sunk into the leather to pull it apart, loosening until he could throw it aside and off of his wrists. he didn’t waste any time. he had you pinned down in a matter of seconds, hands pinned down with a tight grip, tattooing your skin with a red handprint. you stared up at him with big eyes, wiggling around and trying to rid him of yourself like he was some sort of spider catching you in his web.
“you think you can just fuckin’ hit me?“ billy barked, taking both of your wrists into one hand so he could roughly grip your face in the other. his hands were big; he could cover a good bit of your chin and cheeks like this, and he abused that power by squishing your cheeks and making your lips pout out pathetically, helplessly.
“i just-“
“no, i don’t wanna hear shit from you, unless it’s an apology, or yes sir.”
he squeezed your cheeks harder, wiggled your face side to side as you stared up at him as struggled with your wrists and his grasp. “you shoulda quit while it was still cute babygirl, but you had to be a dumb slut.”
his voice was rough, small bits of spit flying onto your face and making you jump.
“you really thought you could be in control of me? look at you,” he laughed darkly, “you’re fucking pathetic.”
“m’sorry, billy!” you squeaked out, having a hard time moving your mouth much with his hold.
it quickly left as soon as it came, leaving your face for only a split second before it laid itself back down on you harshly. it your face with enough strength to make your head fall the opposite way. you cried out, tears immediately collecting in a sheer bubble over your eyes.
“hey,” he barked, smacking you again with a heavy palm after nudging your face to the center with his knuckle. “don’t you-“ another slap. “- fucking do that. cut it out.”
you wailed each time, mouth hung open while you let your head rest forward, now bracing one side of your face. tears streamed down your cheeks with each hit, the force sending the droplets flying.
“i’m sorry, billy,” you sniffled, tugging your wrists in his hold. “i was just trying-“
“shut up.” he bit, releasing your hands just to be able to slap the other side of your face. he pushed himself up onto his knees, running a frustrated hand through his curls. it made his tricep flex, thick muscle made for throwing you around.
“up on your knees, baby.”
you whined, struggled to sit up because of how shaky you were, so billy helped you out by gripping your hips and making sure you were steady on your knees in front of him, black lace panties completely on display for him. he continued to grab your wrists again, effectively shoving your face down into the mattress with a cry. he held your forearms together at your back, pulling you flush against his cock, the thin fabric allowing you to feel his hard length against you.
“you feel that?”
“mm-hmm.”
“s’that what you wanted, baby? you just wanted my cock?”
“y-yes sir,” you whined, setting your hips back. he caught them in his hands, keeping you still where you were placed. he gave your ass a hard slap for good measure, the outline of his hand appearing on your skin as you mewled out, your fists tensing into themselves until your nails dug into your palm.
“don’t be greedy, brat. you get what you deserve,” billy spat, laying his hand down on the residue of his slap and squeezing hard.
“was gonna be nice, too,” he grumbled, reaching to the side to grab the discarded belt. “let you have your fun. but you just had to get ahead of yourself, nasty girl.”
while he was speaking, he had grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up with no support, just his hand bunched in your hair keeping you up. you whined again, your scalp burning as he gripped the roots. he snaked around your shoulder, gripping at your throat tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“you really sorry yet?”
you nodded, humming yes as best as you could.
“look at me,” he snarled. “look at me and tell me.”
your eyes snapped to the corners of your eyes so you could look at him, billy tugging your hair at an angle so you were uncomfortably craned to see his angry face.
“m’so sorry, billy-“ you sniffled.
“tell me you’re a bad girl.”
you frowned. not cool.
“i’m-.. i’m a bad girl,” you whimpered. it was better to do what he told you than to fight it- billy could get meaner, you knew better.
“much better. see how easy it is?”
you nodded quickly. you looked like a scared little puppy, eyes bright and big and eyebrows high on your face.
“words, (y/n),” he grumbled.
“yes sir- uh-huh.”
it was billy’s turn to nod in acceptance of your obedience.
“would have been so much better if you just-“ a heavy palm laid down on your ass, where you realized all you had to support you now was his clutch on your throat. “-behaved, but what more could i expect from you?”
his fingers dug into the sides of your neck, squeezing roughly until he was sure your vision got fuzzy. billy leaned in close to you, lips pressing against your ear.
“was this your plan? piss me off so i treat you like a whore?” he spat.
“no sir- was just playin’ around,” you choked out, your head beginning to feel like it was full of air. tears returned in your eyes.
“ohh, playing around,” he repeated in a mocking tone, gripping the flesh on your hip tightly with his free hand. it slid down, over the curve of your ass and squeezing the doughy skin in the process. he cupped your hot cunt, chuckling when he felt the wet warmth rub against his palm.
“you’re soaked, pretty girl. gettin’ off by getting put in your place.”
billy let go of your throat, pressing at your chest to keep you up while he wrapped the belt you used on him around the placement of his missing hand. he slid the end through the buckle, sliding it all the way down until the metal hit the back of your neck and tailed a good enough length for him to pull at like a leash. and then he pushed you down,sending your torso falling onto the mattress to your original position, forcing a wail from your air-deprived self. the hand that occupied your neck pressed against your cheek, shoving you into the mattress further as a couple tears ran down to leave little droplets in his sheets. he hadn’t told you to, but your arms stayed at your back, fingers stuck to the opposite elbow to keep them from moving.
“god, baby,” he snarled, framing your sides with his big hands to press your hidden hole against the mighty head of his cock. you squealed, screwing your eyes shut to distract yourself. “hurts me more than it does you. just wanted my good, sweet little girl.”
he slapped your ass, the side neglected from his attacks, hard enough to sound a sharp, loud vibration to wave through the room that mixed with your choked sob. and then again. and again, and again, and several more times for good measure. all while tugging at his makeshift-leash on you, making sure to abuse both sides of you as you writhed and cried out various apologies and curses. it stung. a lot. a cold sting that morphed into a flame, every slap hurting more than the last one. but it was a good hurt. a hurt you would happily accept from billy’s palm, regardless of your disobedience or not.
he eventually took pity on you and your reddened skin, nearing the purple side of the color wheel and passed the black fabric over the colors, down your thighs. it bundled at your bent knees, and billy caught the fabric underneath his knees as he loomed behind you. he pulled on the belt especially hard.
“you’re not gonna cum until i tell you to. got it?”
“yessir, mhm.” you nodded rapidly, tear painted cheek scraping against his blue sheets. you could’ve cum from just a little stimulation at that point, but you were determined to follow his rules and earn back your spot on his good side.
with a loud grunt, billy shoved himself into you, reaching your limit in one move. you moaned out, a pathetic moan that someone could’ve mistaken for a cry of pain.
“fuck, holy shit,” he groaned. “for such a nasty girl, you have got the best goddamn pussy.”
your walls clenched around him, greedily swallowing his cock in as if he could get further. you whined, whimpered, mumbling out sounds of, “ggghh,” and “ohhh,” and other weak sounds that billy ate up whole. he stayed there for a long minute, just soaking in your slick pussy lodged between puffy lips crying out of relief. he tugged on the leather, pulling you back to stay locked onto his cock. he fastened it low enough on your neck to cut off your air flow, but not enough to damage you. not that it made it any more comfortable, but he didn’t exactly care about that. he wanted to hurt you. he was an animal- grunting and growling as he kept his cock stuffed in you, basking in the way you cried for mercy.
he stayed there for several minutes, occasionally loosening his grip on the leather and giving you enough time to pant and gasp for air. you had drooled onto his sheets, spit dribbling down your chin from the corners of your lips. your head was completely empty besides the pure instinct to please him- and that was by letting him fuck you like some toy that only existed for him to use.
“billy, billy please- please, move- m’so, so sorry,” you cried, digging your forehead into the blue cloth below you.
billy choked out a breathy laugh. your pleas became a chant, a prayer hymn for billy to eat up and form some pity for you. it must’ve worked, and for a second you thought there was a god. he slid out of you, slowly, stretching you wide to the point where his length enlarged, and then rammed back into you, deep and rough. you mewled, crying a curse that left your mouth hung open wide enough to catch a spider. he repeated his actions, somehow hitting a spot even deeper in you by pulling you back by the hip. his filled balls slapped against your clit, ready to be emptied dry inside you. he worked into a steady, rough pace, deep and slow and tugging on the belt end opposite to him.
“hurts me- shit- much more than it hurts you, baby. god, just wanted my good girl,” billy’s voice rumbled, breathless and vibrating in his throat. his head fell back in a moan as you milked him, clenched around him to keep him from leaving.
he started to speed up, erratic and filthy, an uneven pace that drove you crazy in the form of a long wail, filled with pleasure and relief and the impure urge to be ruined.
“mmh- thank you, thank you!” you squeaked. your nails were digging into your elbows which were pressed into the crevices in your back. billy’s seize on your hip was bruising, a reminder that he was the one controlling your pleasure and torment. he continued at a bruising pace, sending sparks screeching through your veins like wheels on a train track. it almost hurt, if it wasn’t overthrown by the pleasure he was providing in abundance. he could feel your heartbeat, and swore he could see himself poke through the membrane of your belly when he thrusted in hard. you were getting off from it, too, he could just feel how your core got tense, like all of the rushing, angry water beating against a dam wall, searching for the tiniest crack to bleed through.
“touch yourself,” he barked, low and angry. “if you wanna cum, get there yourself.”
you knew he was serious, and a hot flash of fear stabbed at you. your fingers basically teleported to your swollen clit, yelping out as your middle finger trailed around the little pleasure-machine. it felt good, too good, with billy attacking every single nerve and it being magnified by your fingers. you couldn’t last long. you heard the slapping of skin, the sharp sounds highlighting how the back of your thighs burned from billy’s own flesh rebounding off of it. he loved the way the meat of your bottom recoiled and bounced with his thrusts, thighs open with a shaky hand lodged between them. he didn’t love how slow your fingers were, though.
“do i gotta do it my fuckin’ self? my god, you’re useless,” he chortled cruelly. his hand reached in between your thighs, the pads of his middle and pointer finger immediately snapping to abuse your aching clit. it coaxed a loud, very embarrassing shout from you, just barely muffling it by shoving your face into his bed.
“ah- billy! too much, slow down!” you sputtered, stammering in between moans and cries. your hands were about to support your body by resting on either side of your head, but billy let go of your little leash he made to grab your forearms, glueing them together so you couldn’t go anywhere unless he allowed you to. by that point he was rubbing your bud fervently, a clear goal in his head at your expense. he would tell you that this was for his pleasure, but it was almost painful how erotic this all was for billy. jackhammering into you like he had nothing to lose as you panted and cried like a dog, collar and all. you were shaking, writhing, pushing your hips back slightly every time he slammed into you. it was filthy, sweat and drool and tears.
“oh, it’s too much? oh, i’m so sorry. poor fuckin’ thing,” he explicitly lied, jesting and definitely humiliating. he responded to your complaint by just going harder, staying at the same pace with his thrusts but amplifying their force. his fingers circled your clit like he was trying to start a fire. in a matter of seconds, he felt you squeezing his cock, fluttering tightly to try and fight your pummeling release. he slowed down then, remaining at a force that let him brush up against your cervix, but now lingering there for seconds at a time. every time he pulled out, he pulled out almost all the way until your heat tried to squeeze and swallow him back in, just to jam right back into you.
billy was heaving, grunting like a beast as he gripped your leash and pulled you onto your knees, slotting his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist to hold you up. he left the belt taut, cinching your throat and forcing you to angle your head back onto him.
“don’t even think about it,” he snarled right into your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck. he laid a loud, booming hit to the side of your thigh, making you jolt forward and, in result, choke yourself. “you are going to wait.”
“yes sir- m’sorry sir,” you sobbed, nodding, sniffling and moaning when he anchored himself inside you. you could feel him everywhere, all throughout your stomach and abs, and you made it worse when you clenched down on him to create a border for your threatening release.
“tell me how sorry you are,” he huffed.
“so sorry!” you whined. “m’so sorry for- fuck, being a brat- just- just wanted your a-attention, oh my god.”
“yeah? d’you get what you wanted?”
you nodded, as best as you could. “uh-huh- fuckin’ me so good. never gonna brat a-again!”
it was getting incredibly hard to hold it. like, impossibly hard. he knew. released your leash to claw at your hips to quicken to a brutal pace. he heard you cry out, moaning like some whore to the point of shouting.
“you are such a goddamn slut, you know that?” billy rumbled, slithering between your thighs once again to rub your sensitive pearl. he laughed breathily when you mewled, basically howling at this point.
“yes sir! yes sir, i’m a slut- please, please let me cum-“
“oh, honey,” he mocked, nipping at the side of your sweaty neck. he growled through gritted teeth when he spoke, failing at balancing talking with huffing angrily through his nose like a bull. “fuck, m’gonna cum in you. fill you up.”
his hold on your hip tightened, definitely planning to leave a red handprint when he was done with you.
“you want that?” he asked, gravely and with a cruel grin. “beg me. ask me to cum in you.”
“please!” you yelped immediately. “please, cum in me- wanna be full so bad. please, billy..”
he buried his nose into your shoulder, and you could feel his heavy breath ridden with the warm scent of lust run down your back.
“please, please please,” you chanted, your own voice a husk of the phony confidence it once displayed. your face was squeezed together, cheeks protruding up high. the crevices on your forehead deepened, catching the sweat that formed. “need it so bad. m’your bad girl, please-“
he liked that. he liked it a whole lot. so much he just had to reward you by angling himself back a tad, just to slam into your g-spot and ensure you wouldn’t last long.
“you are my bad girl, aren’t you, baby?” he repeated, chuckling from the back of his throat. “you wanna cum?”
you nodded rapidly, raising your voice to mousey shout. “yes! yes, please- let me cum, please!”
“tell me you’re sorry, one more time.”
tears streamed down your face. you turned as best you could to look at him, give him the saddest doe eyes you could. there was sweat drenching the hair just past your forehead, tears mixing with spit on your chin and jaw. your cheeks were hot, burning red.
“i’m so, so sorry billy.”
he didn’t even get to finish the word before you were cumming around his thick cock. clenching down, biting, trying to milk him dry as your body imploded on itself. everything went white for a second, and you thought jesus himself would come down and give you a fist bump for literally being fucked to death. your toes and fingers were tingly, releasing the tight flex they had been posed in. one final, loud cry erupted from you, a big firework to mark your release in time. you were floating for that quick second, eyes rolling to the back of your head to where you could see billy in your head, smirking behind you, grunting and growling.
when you came to, he was still going at it. pounding into you, but now he had released your leash to wrap his bicep around your throat, choking you just enough to keep you there with him. he was huffing and puffing, going at a speed you never thought you would see billy move at. he was always so cool, even when he was angry he moved slowly, calculating his every move to get what he wanted. but at that moment, he was fucking you like some woodland beast, a folktale used to scare catholic children into obedience. you would have thought he was planning on devouring you whole.
his fingers were still working your clit, sending you sputtering and pleading for him to slow down, none of which was coherent or important. everything was so sensitive, every touch and movement a fuse that quickly lit into a fire on every inch of your insides.
“too much! too much, billy!” you sobbed, ripping your hands from your back to claw at his forearm.
“i will- fuck, fuck- i’ll tell you when it’s too much,” he bellowed.
you were full on crying at that point, the pleasure just too much to handle in your humanly body. it was so intense, but you just couldn’t pull yourself away from him. you couldn’t fight it.
it was only a couple more minutes before his thrusting became erratic, uneven and extremely sloppy. slowed down just a tad and used his arm to angle your chin towards him, so he could messily connect your lips in a hungry, feral kiss. if it could even be considered that. it was just spit and teeth and a little bit of tongue, with billy doing most of the work as your body fought to settle all of the sensations. he slammed into you once, twice, three times, before he buried his big cock into you as far as he could. you wailed, letting out a noise that mimicked that of an injured cat, but you were the exact opposite of injured. it felt like it wasn’t supposed to be there, but felt so perfect at the same time. you had never been fuller. especially when you felt a warmth, a wetness, coat your insides in a slick filth and drip down your cunt. he moaned deeply, whined a little bit, and burrowed his nose into your neck.
you were still whining, crying and wiggling against him until he slowly slid out of you. you stayed still, not knowing what he wanted you to do, as he pressed on your lower back to push you down into your starting position, where your palms pressed down on the sheets on either side of your head. your body felt numb now, weak and unable to move, but you couldn’t tell if that was because you didn’t want to.
“god, look at you,” billy said roughly, grabbing your ass and spreading you apart to watch his cum drip out of you, slide down your thighs and run down your puffy lips. he smacked you, a smack much less harsher than the ones before but still made you jolt forward and yelp. your ass was basically bruised, a dark, deep flushed color and nearing the purple stage.
you just cried more when he collected as much of his cum as he could that buried into your cunt, and then pushed it back inside you with two of his fingers.
“billy! billy, please, too sensitive!” you squealed.
“oh, baby,” he cooed. “you didn’t think i was done with ya, did you?”
You don't know for how long the swell of billy's cock has been nudging against your sensitive walls, hitting all the right places yet not giving you enough. And by now, you've lost track of time. The only thought in your mind spilling from your lips like a prayer,
“Billy, please, lemme cum,” dirty blonde locks tickle your face as he leans down to kiss you, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest, “I'll be, I'll be good!” you plead desperately, blinking through frustrated tears to which he only smirked cruelly,
“why should I, hm?” his hips snapped into yours, hard, “when it's so much better to have you moaning like a slut for me like this.” his voice trails off to a deep groan when he feels your cunt clamp down tight around his throbbing cock, “fuckin' hell, baby. this tight little cunt is gonna be the death of me,”
His hand grabs your jaw in a bruising grip, “open your mouth.” he whispers breathlessly, fucking deep in your clenching pussy. And you follow, jaw slacking in his hold, “now be a good lil' whore n' swallow.” Billy orders after spitting in your mouth, “atta girl.”
His thrusts grew sloppy after that, pounding you in a mismatched rhythm till your eyes rolled back and a pathetic whine left your lips when he pulled out his twitching cock just as you were getting close.
Laughing, he ran his thumb over the leaking tip of his cock, cold blue eyes watching as your cunt clenching around empty air, an unrestrained sob pulling his eyes up to your face, “cry a bit more for me and i just might let you cum, slut.”
EDDIE MUNSON — nice and slow
“go on, princess. ride me,” half lidded brown eyes stared up at you, warm hands steadying your hips while you bit your lips with a shaky sigh. His cock pulsed impatiently inside you, waiting for you to move,
“eddie,” the tilt of uncertainty in your voice had the man beneath you grabbing your hands, tangling his fingers in yours.
With a smile, he captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, “don't worry, I'll help you through it.” His hips buck up into yours as you rock against him and the next thing you know, your hips move with him in a steady rhythm he set you in, not too fast nor too slow,
“god, princess,” he breathes throw groans, head thrown back when he felt his cock hit that sweet spot inside you that had you screaming for him. He chased your lips for a kiss, muffling your moans successfully, “fuck, you're so tight,”
he can't help but grind up deeper into you, feeling your walls tighten up with each thrust. Your hands shake in his grasp from his thrusts, moans tumbling off your lips while he grunted, “eddie! Please, I'm—” you choke on your moans, hiding your face in the crook of his neck while he coos in your ear,
“shh, I know, baby, I know.” Sitting on his cock, you let him grab your hips and move you up and down his cock while your hands move on to grip his shoulders, “I got you.”
STEVE HARRINGTON — worships you with praises
Your nails dig in the muscles of his back, feeling them flex under your touch as he slams his hips into yours with a tight lipped groan.
Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling when you toppled off of another high, cumming around his dick for the unkempt time,
“steve,” your head lolls to the side, a whine on the edge of your lips while he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, muttering under his breath about how tight you are but following up with a grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes,
“now give me another one, yea?” his cock hits right against the spongy spot inside you, unrelenting in his vigour to watch you cum under him again.
And all you could do was arch up into his touch because you're addicted. Addicted to the way he feels inside you, fucking his cum inside you after each time he came, not giving a fuck about overstimming both you and himself.
His pelvis grinds against your puffy clit and you let out a loud moan, tightening like a vice around his cock and he gasps out a praise, “good girl,”
“gonna fill you up so well, baby.” his lips muffle yours as his thrusts turn sloppy. He stills soon after, spilling deep inside you, smiling down at you breathlessly with his fingers carding through your hair, “my good girl, took me so well,”
JIM HOPPER — can play nice (only if you aren't bratty)
Jim thinks it's cute how your teeth gnawed on your bottom lip in an attempt to bite back your moans with each hard thrust of his hips against yours.
His lips hovered over your ear for a whisper, “you gonna behave now?” rough hands palmed at your tits, fingers pinching your perked nipples.
With a muffled moan, you're quick to nod, “yes, daddy, I'll, I promise.”
you whimper in response, blinking away the tears dewing in your eyes and you feel his thick cock throb against your walls at your words, “atta girl.” he groaned, slapping at your ass and chuckling at how you yelp.
Jim's large hands grabs a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks to look at how your pussy swallows his cock whole, “greedy little girl, you're gonna take everything daddy gives you, hm?”
you sing of affirmatives hastily, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, cunt clenching desperately around his cock. And he fucks into you roughly, toying with your clit meanwhile, “'m close, daddy—”
“shh, shh,” he whispers breathlessly, “I know, baby, I know.” grabbing your chin, he brings you in for a kiss before snapping his hips into yours, “gonna be good f'me now, yea?”
DIMITRI ENZO ANTONOV — spoils you rotten
“such a pretty little thing,” enzo whispers with you perched on his lap, his accent coming out thicker with each grind of your hips, “so good for daddy, hm?”
his thumb traced your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth and groaning when you started sucking on his finger. The fucked out dizzy look in your eyes as you looked at him was enough to make him almost cum on spot.
Your lashes flutter up at him with every sharp thrust of his, sweet moans muffled by his finger that he pressed down lightly on your tongue, “please,”
you beg and he smiles, slick fingers pulled out as he takes a hold of your chin, pecking your lips, urging you to speak up,
“please daddy,” you cry out, unable to form sense with his thick cock nudging against all the right spots inside you.
Cradling your face in his hands gently, he coos, “so beautiful when you cry. I've fucked you dumb haven’t I?” you whimper, tucking away your burning face in the crook of his shoulder and he laughs,
“want to cum all over my cock, princess? That it?” you nod feverishly, pussy tightening upon his words and he follows through with a hum.
Steve, Billy and Eddie’s reactions to you calling them daddy in bed.
a/n: Steve and Billy join the party! Been thinking hard about this so I had to put it into words and share a quick blurb for each boy. I'll happily do more for other characters if anyone wants that!
Steve:
“Oh fuck baby, just like that” Steve moans loudly, his slick brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead like a gorgeous halo. “God you feel so good” he groans, head thrown back and eyebrows knitted in pleasure. You were presently on Steve laps, riding him in slow, deliberate bounces. Steve’s hands are on your hips, guiding your movements and worshipping your curves before gliding his hands up your waist and then to your breasts.
“Perfect tits” Steve moans as his lidded eyes run over your body, marvelling at the masterpiece that was you riding him. You begin to bounce faster on his lap and he throws his head back with a loud groan, snapping his own hips up to meet yours. You stop your movements as Steve picks up his pace and fucks you from below, hands back on your hips and digging in gently as he pounds you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up. “You like that baby?” Steve coos, licking his lips as he looks into your blissed out eyes.
“Yes I love it daddy” you moan out, hips stuttering as you try and grind against him. Steve would lose it at this, choking out a groan at how abrupt and hot it was. You try to hide your eyes with your hands shyly but Steve pulls them away and pins them tightly behind your back with one of his hands.
“Say that again” he says desperately, chest heaving from his heavy breaths. His eyes burned into yours, glowing with desire and begging you to say it again. You swallow and look up at him with doe eyes, prompting him to take your chin in his hand and ghost his lips against yours as he repeats his words.
“I-I said that I love it, daddy” you say quietly, biting your lip as you eye the gorgeous man in front of you.
“Good girl” Steve coos, stroking your cheek and planting a soft kiss on your lips as he starts bucking his hips back up into you. He moans breathily as he feels you clench around him as you get close, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles to push you over the edge.
“Cum around daddy’s dick baby.”
Billy:
Billy loves fucking you in missionary, getting to see the cockdrunk look on your face as he pounds you senseless and watches you shake under him. But more so he loves to get to see your legs splayed for him, and watch his cock slide in and out of your glistening little cunt. He loves to watch you try to take him as he completely destroys you. Billy had your legs up on his shoulders, folded against your chest as he fucked you relentlessly. His pace impossibly hard, spurred on by your loud mewls and the tears slipping past your eyes.
“Aw can you not take my cock baby?” Billy teases into your ear, licking the shell of it as he keeps up his fast pace. “Is it too big for your pretty pussy?” he asks in a strained voice, grunting as you clench around him. You moan loudly, blissed out and cock dumb, legs shaking as you feel yourself getting close again.
“No daddy!” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with wide eyes. Billy lets out a loud growl as the words spill past your lips, stopping his movements with a hard thrust and keeping his cock buried in your cunt, his hand wrapping around your throat to make you look at him.
“What was that, princess?” Billy asks darkly, voice laced with venom. “You shouldn’t have said that” he whispers into your face, grinding his hips into yours and pushing his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, whimpering as his hand squeezes your neck just a little harder. Suddenly you’re being picked up and flipped around, gasping as he puts you on your hands and knees, roughly forcing your face down into the mattress as he slides back into you.
“Now daddy’s going to have to ruin this little pussy” he spits, muscles flexing as your cunt clenches around him.
His hands quickly find your ass, grabbing the flesh roughly as he slams back into you, watching your ass bounce against him. He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red handprint in its wake as he drives into you. You can only grip the bedsheets and babble nonsense as Billy fucks you through another orgasm, the cruel glint in his eyes letting you know this wouldn’t be your last.
Eddie:
Eddie would get a lot more kinky the more he gets comfortable with his partner, especially if you’re kinky too. Once he’s used to fucking you, which he never quite feels like he is because boy does he get pussy drunk the second he sees your pussy let alone sinks into the tight warmth of it, you’ll get to see just how dominant he can be depending on his mood. This was one of those nights and Eddie had you in his handcuffs, chained between the bed frame so you can’t squirm away from him. He’d have eaten you out until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to fuck you, shamelessly grinding his hard cock against the mattress at your noises and the sweet taste of you. Eddie then begins to tease your slit and slowly pushes a finger into your tight heat, so slowly that you moan in frustration and shake your hands to try and free yourself.
“Not so fast princess” Eddie teases with a tut, wagging his finger at you. You let out a groan and arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed in need of more friction. Eddie pushes your hips down harshly and latches his lips back onto your clit as he works a second finger into you, making your toes curl as you mewl.
“Please just fuck me daddy” you whine desperately, mouth opening before you could think. Eddie moans into your cunt, devilish eyes glinting at your from between your legs as he hears what you’d said. He leans up on his elbows and wipes his chin with the back of his hand, smirking dangerously at you, as thought he’d just found out something incredibly amusing.
“Daddy, huh?” Eddie hums, eyes not wavering from your pink cheeks and fucked out expression, “Now that I wasn’t expecting.” He sits up on his knees, slowly pulling his pants down his legs and letting his cock spring free, revelling in the mewls you let out once he’s exposed to you. He loves it when you get all flustered for him, pumping his cock in his fist while you whine and desperately buck your hips in the hopes of getting some friction. He oh so teasingly presses the tip of his cock to your pussy, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him, still uselessly trying to free your hands from their constraints.
“You want daddy to stretch you out with his cock?” He asks in mock sympathy, tucking your hair behind your hand ear as you nod frantically, tears practically forming in your eyes from how badly you need him. Eddie smirks at your submission, licking his lips and throwing his head back in pleasure as he begins to sink into you.
“You’re such a good girl for daddy baby, so tight.”
may i request a second part to "When Life Gives You Lemons"?
Scars To Your Beautiful
Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Afab!Reader
Word Count: 1,691
Warnings: Mentions of Neil + the Mind Flayer, but copious amounts of fluff
Author's Note: Hi, sweetheart, sorry this took so long! Hope you like it. 🖤 Divider is from @firefly-graphics
Summary: You find Billy running from his demons in the middle of the night, and the unspoken thing between you turns into something else.
When Billy sees you again, it’s late at night at the park. After he got out of the hospital, he was faced with the very real need to get a new car, and subsequently, the need to remove himself from Neil’s presence. So…he bought a new car, and rented a trailer in Forest Hills trailer park to get away from everyone. He’d felt like taking a drive, which was rare in itself because it just wasn’t the same as it used to be. But tonight was different. He had rolled the windows down, the breeze cooling his heated skin.
He parked in front of the groupings of wooden benches and slung his arm over the back of one as he sat down. Cigarette smoke curled away from his face as he leaned his head back, content to listen to the chirping of frogs and crickets, and the occasional owl. He finds his mind drifting as he stares into the trees, to memories that made him tense.
Neil had been…accusatory, when Billy had been cooped up in that tiny little room that was far too cold for someone trying to recover from life-threatening wounds.
Max had said he’d been…less than kind when the hospital called. He didn’t care what Neil had said—not really. His days were consumed only by thoughts of finding a new place, and the second he was back in that damn house, he was packing his stuff. Finding the ad for the trailer was a fluke, though he suspected Susan might have had something to do with the local Peddler being left out on the counter after everyone had gone for the day.
He had ripped out the page, stuffing it into his back pocket as he phoned one of his so-called buddies to bring his station wagon, and then they had loaded up everything he owned and hightailed it out of there before anyone could stop him.
The same guy let him crash at his parent’s place, but between the itchy velvet of the couch he slept on and the loud keg parties that would occupy the backyards, Billy just wasn’t into it anymore. People kept trying to get him to come downstairs, join in the fun, but he’d throw out an excuse about wanting to take it easy, and they’d look at him with pity, reluctantly leaving him alone.
Neil didn’t come looking for him, but Billy found his heart racing every time he thought he saw his father’s profile—whether it was in the grocery store or out on the street.
He can’t hurt you anymore, Billy would tell himself. You’re free, for fuck’s sake.
It didn’t seem to make a difference. His nights were plagued with nightmares, of the Mind Flayer, of Neil, of what would’ve happened at Starcourt if he hadn’t protected Eleven.
He remembers the terror on Max’s face when he fell, and that’s the most amount of comfort he affords himself.
Someone cared enough to cry over his body, even though he didn’t deserve it.
That’s why he stays away from her. She doesn’t need reminders of how he treated her, and he doesn’t know if he could stomach the thought of her forgiving him—he doesn’t deserve that, either.
He’s taken out of his downward spiral of negative thoughts when he hears leaves scuffle, startling him and making him shoot off the bench to face whatever was behind him. He doesn’t expect to see you, with your hands raised in surrender. He breathes out a sigh of relief.
“Christ, you scared the living hell outta me.” He rubs his face, missing your wince.
“Sorry.” You fiddle with the sleeves of your beige windbreaker. It’s too big on you but it looks good, the cinched cuffs covering your hands. Billy wonders if you’re borrowing it from someone. Boyfriend, maybe. “I was trying to make it so you heard me coming.”
He waves your apology off as he sits back down, this time with his elbows propped on his knees. His cigarette was abandoned in the damp leaves when he stood up, and he takes the chance to smush the glowing butt under his boot.
“Can I…sit?” You ask, and he nods wordlessly. A wave of your perfume sends him reeling, in a good way, as you sit down. You cross your ankles and put your hands in your lap, and he side-eyes you.
“Shouldn’t be out so late.”
The corner of your lips turn up, but there’s no humor in your eyes. “I know.”
You don't say anything else, and he looks back at the ground.
“I’m just tired.” You say softly, and he feels like the phrase itself describes every aspect of his life right now. His job, his “social life”, not that it could be called that anymore, his mind—everything.
“Not going to ask me what I’m doing out here if I’m so damn tired?” You tease, and he scoffs, allowing a bit of a smile to grace his lips.
“Nah,” He shakes his head. “I already know what you mean.”
You observe him carefully, with sympathy. “Can’t sleep?”
“Not for jack shit.” He leans back, rummaging around in his jacket for his nearly-crushed pack of gum. He fishes out a piece and offers you one, which you decline.
“I’m assuming it’s because of…” You trail off and he avoids your eyes.
“Well, for what it’s worth,” You start tracing shapes in the dirt with the tip of your shoe. “I’m glad you’re still here.”
Much like the other day at the supermarket, he feels like someone’s punched the air out of his chest. It’s worth a lot, he wants to say. Anything you say is worth a lot.
But he doesn’t. He just blinks at you, at your smile that’s full of understanding, and wishes he had the courage to do something about it.
“You know, I don’t get you—at all.” He says instead.
“Why’s that?”
“Because,” He plays around with the gum in his mouth. “You’re just so—”
You raise your eyebrows. “So…?”
He shakes his head, letting it go, so you turn in your seat to face him fully.
“Can I tell you something?” You ask, propping your head up. He thinks you look adorable like that, biting your lip like you’re nervous. He nods.
“I tried to come see you at the hospital.”
Well, he wasn’t expecting that, of all things.
“Huh.” He marvels. “What do you mean, tried?”
“I wasn’t family,” You explain remorsefully. “I asked Max’s mom, and she was all for it, but…” He understands. Neil.
“Anyway, I just wanted to check on you, see if you were really okay.” Your expression is timid, shy, and he wants to tell you it’s fine, that just knowing you tried makes his heart feel lighter.
“Well, I wasn’t, not really. I uh—” He swipes at his nose. “I didn’t like being there. You’re surrounded by all these people who are sick, and dying—it’s really depressing.”
“I get that.” You agree. “My mom was sick a long time ago, when I was a kid. I just remember being so scared, seeing her like that.”
“And you still wanted to come and see me?”
“Well, yeah.” You purse your lips, as if there’s no other answer.
“You don’t even know me.” He shakes his head.
“I know enough.” You sit up straighter as you defend your actions. Billy’s reminded of a mama bear, standing on her hind legs while she defends her cubs, and he wants to laugh.
“I know you almost died protecting a girl you didn’t know.”
That was fair, he mused.
“And I know there’s more to you than meets the eye.” You tighten your fingers on your jacket cuffs, adjusting them so they cover more of your little hands. Your nose is a little red from the cool breeze, and he figures his must look about the same.
“You sure about that?” He channels some of the old Billy, the one who used to flirt like his life depended on it. Your determined nod gives him the courage he’s been searching for, ever since the little interaction at the store.
“My turn to tell you something.” He murmurs, adjusting in his seat so he’s closer to you.
“What?”
“After you left the trailer park, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice has gone an octave lower, causing a spark of electricity to shoot up your spine. “And I was really, really kicking myself in the ass for not coming with you the other night.”
His words warm your insides, leaving you speechless.
“But it wouldn’t have worked, not with Max there.” He reaches out and casually brushes a stray hair away from your face. It’s all you can do to focus on his words and let him go on.
“Why?” He likes the way your voice has turned breathy and delicate.
“ ‘Cause all I really wanted to do was this.” He tilts his head and slots his warm mouth over yours. It’s gentle, pressing, and you let him cup the side of your face to guide your movements as he kisses you. You breathe the scent of cigarettes and spearmint in as he grasps your waist through your jacket and pulls you closer, making you let out a tiny little moan and place your hands on his jacket in an effort to catch yourself. You tighten your grip on the leather, preventing him from pulling back. He groans when you open your mouth and let him in. Another thing he wasn’t expecting tonight.
“Fuck,” He murmurs into your lips. “Never thought I’d get to do this.”
You break apart for a moment, just long enough for him to see your eyes shining and a smile stretching across your face. His own eyes crinkle at the edges and then you’re both laughing giddily into each other’s mouths, and Billy thinks, for the first time in a long time, that he’s going to be okay.
As long as you keep giggling and massaging the base of his neck with your hands, as long as he has your body leaning against him in the darkness, he’ll be okay.
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warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??
a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333
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November 1985
“No.”
“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”
Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.
“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.
She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”
The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”
Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.
“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”
Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.
“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”
Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.
It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.
You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.
Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.
But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.
There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.
Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.
You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”
He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.
When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”
He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.
“Hey. Glad your test is over?”
That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”
You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.
“You have work today?”
Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.
Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.
“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”
You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”
The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.
“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.
The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.
“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.
“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.
“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.
Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.
Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.
“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”
“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”
Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.
Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.
He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.
You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.
He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.
When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.
Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.
He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.
“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.
He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?”
“Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.
“Besides what?”
You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.
Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.
“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.
“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.
“You know what.”
“I want you to go.”
“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”
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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.
Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.
She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.
Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”
You and Billy.
You and Billy Hargrove.
Sharing a room.
Sharing a bed.
Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.
“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.
“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”
That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”
You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?
Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?
“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”
He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”
He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.
“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”
You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.
“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”
You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.
“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.
You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”
Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.
“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”
You nod your head, and try to move back from him.
Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”
You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”
Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.
“Really?”
He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.
“Yeah, baby.”
Baby.
It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.
And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.
“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”
“Mhm. Thought so.”
This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.
“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.
When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.
You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.
You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.
Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.
“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.
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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.
“Right hand blue.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”
Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.
“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”
“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.
He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.
Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.
He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”
“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”
“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.
“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”
You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.
“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.
You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”
His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”
Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.
The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.
It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.
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You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.
You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.
He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.
When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.
You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.
He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.
“C’mere then.”
You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”
“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”
“Billy.”
“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.
Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.
He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”
“Yeah.”
Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”
“Yes.”
He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.
Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.
He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.
“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”
You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.
“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.
“You’re sure?”
“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”
He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.
It’s just me.
“Do they hurt at all?”
Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.
“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”
You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.
He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.
“Goodnight, Billy.”
He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.
“Goodnight, baby.”
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When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.
Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.
You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.
Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.
Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.
You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.
“Sleep okay?” she asks.
“Mhm. You?”
“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”
You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.
“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”
You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”
“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”
You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”
“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.
“Oh my god.”
“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”
“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”
“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.
“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”
Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”
He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.
“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”
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Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.
It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.
It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.
You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.
“Whatcha doin’?”
Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.
“That sounds nice.”
“Mhm.”
“I can go back inside, if you want.”
Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.
“Okay.”
He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.
“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”
“I understand, Billy.”
You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.
“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.
“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”
He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.
Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.
When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.
He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.
“You motherfucker!”
You get him back, and he’s laughing.
Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.
You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.
“Billy!”
“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.
You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.
When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.
“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”
You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.
He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.
He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.
Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.
It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.
When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.
Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.
“I’m in love with you, you know.”
“I know,” you respond.
He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.
“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”
“Damn right you are.”
You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.
“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.
“So much for that,” Billy says.
But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”
“Stop whining.”
Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.
“Get off.”
“No.”
“Get off, please.”
“Make me.”
There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.
He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”
And you’d do it again.
“Didn’t work, did it?”
“No. Shut up and take it.”
By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.
You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.
He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.
He’s never had this before.
Hell, you’ve never had this before.
And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.
You’re healing him. You.
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ok so this is rly random but!! i’m not sure if you remember me but we talked a bit a few years back and i just stumbled over our convo while looking through old chats and i just wanted to pop in and say that i hope you’re doing well 💕💕 also this might make me rediscover my billy obsession lmao
hi baby!!! omg, i remember you. some of the best conversations i’ve ever had!!! please, don’t hesitate messaging me. i’m in the thick of rediscovering my hargrove obsession, i’m so here for you 🫶🏻
crying at the fact that if you were to lovingly cup billy’s sharp cheekbone, he would close his eyes and surrender into it. he would lean into your hand, place little kisses on your palm. he’d let out a little sigh, one that meant he’s truly at peace, for the very first time. i’m sobbing.
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