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PLEASE PLEASE DO A SECOND PART TO BOY NEXT DOOR.
I never knew I needed sub Billy until I read that
I'm back everyone~ I took a little mental health break, but now we're back for real, and better than ever!! Sorry to everyone that put through a request - I'm working on them right now (there may be some non-request posts inbetween, however, because even on break I couldn't help but write a bit), and they'll be out soon. Thanks for waiting, y'all!!
Like vague S3 spoilers…? Not much though promise .^. Also if the spacing is a bit off I'm very sorry - tumblr kept yelling at me for having too many characters per text block so i just uber-spaced everything.
Summary: You assumed your fling with Billy was a one time thing - he wasn’t exactly known for his commitment, after all. So imagine your surprise when he flirts with you, in public, no less. Maybe he’s messing with me, you thought, until a knock resonates on your door that very same day, and suddenly you find yourself with a needy Billy Hargrove in your bed.
Warnings: smut, cursing, dom!reader, sub!billy, degradation/name calling, verbal argument (Steve and reader), choking, unprotected sex (wrap your willy, silly), slight dacryphilia Let me know if you think I missed anything! All characters are over 18 :) – – – Thank y’all so much for the support of “Boy Next Door” 😭 I’m genuinely so embarrassed this took as long as it did - but I hope you like it anyways! Setting this right before S3 means that we get some lifeguard Billy action (god I am an absolute whore)!! I spent a lot of time editing this (mostly because I felt awful for not getting this out when I said I would), but please still let me know if I missed anything!! Much love, and I hope you enjoy some more sub!Billy content. – – – “Remind me why we’re here again?” you said, glancing over at Harrington. The freezer at Scoops had broken, so Steve and Robin had been set free for the day.
“Yeah, I’d also love to understand your tiny little peabrain right about now,” Robin said with a groan. “I did not need to see this many shirtless middle-aged men today.”
“We’re gathering information!” Steve murmured. “Hargrove must be doing something to get all the ladies to look at him like that.”
“You’re too nice to them, Steve,” you said, shooting him a grin. “The ladies like the ‘bad boy’ look and the blatant ignorance, it’s hot.”
He shot you a glare before digging through his bag. “Here. Let’s go.” You frowned, the swimsuit shoved into your hands clearly a size too small. “I’m not here to flaunt, Steve, I’m here to make fun of you for being obsessed with Billy. You sure you’re not into him or somethin’?”
“Let’s just humour him,” Robin said, elbowing you. “Now we get to watch him ogle Hargrove up close, instead of from far away like a creep.”
“I am NOT ogling him!!” you and Robin share a look but reluctantly follow him through the gate, pausing to pay.
If only they knew, you thought as you changed, that I’m the one ogling him.
After your not-so-quick fuck with Billy, you had assumed he would never talk to you again, and you weren’t completely wrong. Sure, he still came by, drunk and sober, to talk, but he never once mentioned your little fling. Was he embarrassed that you dommed the shit out of him? Did he regret it?
Then again, you mused, I haven’t brought it up either.
“Helloooo?” rapid knocking came from outside the door. “While I think it’s cute that you use the single stall family bathroom to change, Steve is starting to get antsy. He’s already drooling~”
You snort, shaking your head. “He’s going to hate us.”
“That’s half the fun!” Robin exclaims. “Now hurry up, or I might die of old age before we can belittle Steve.”
You unlock the door, giving her a pointed stare. “Let’s go, loser.”
“Hey, I’m no loser! I’ll have you know I’m to coolest kid around- oh my god Steve looks dumb.”
You can’t help the startled laughter that jumped up from you. “Holy shit.”
You knew Steve would have to wear a lot of sunscreen - most of Hawkins was pasty white, so it’s no surprise he fit the stereotype - but god was it funny. He was lathered, coated in so much sunscreen that you were pretty sure he’d never have to put on any ever again. You understood maintaining healthy skin and using sunscreen to prevent an unsavoury tanning, but this was ridiculous.
“You know what?” you said, snorting at him as you approach. “I think the reason the ladies don’t want to hit it is because they don’t realise they can - you look like a ghost, Steven.”
“I value my skin, thank you very much,” he said, pouting. “Leave me alone, and don’t call me Steven.”
“Stop fighting, lovebirds,” Robin said, sending you a shit-eating grin and a wink. “Let’s go find Steve’s Prince Charming.”
You rolled your eyes but trotted along after Robin. Steve had already tried to flirt with you before, but your lack of interest in him beyond friendship led his attempts into a ditch. Robin was well aware, but always took the chance to tease anyway. Despite being a recent addition to your friend group (which had consisted of Steve and a literal pack of children), Robin fit right in. – – – “God, he’s gross,” Steve said, snapping you back into reality. You had been at the pool for nearly an hour, hour and a half, give or take, and Steve was still at it. “I mean look at him - who would want that anyway?”
“You, obviously,” Robin said, grinning. “I mean, you’re the one that wanted to stare at him shirtless. For literally over an hour.”
You felt a familiar tingle building under your skin as you stared, ignoring your friends. Fuck, the things you wanted to do to him. You wanted to make him squirm, show this whole goddamn pool what a slut he was for you. Sit him down in his silly little lifeguard chair and ride him until his eyes crossed and he was begging you to stop, fucked out and used, just for you.
You rubbed your legs together, trying your best to hide your arousal. “Yeah Steve, got something to say for yourself?”
“We’re here for research purposes,” he groaned. “Can we stop with the whole ‘Steve’s in love with Hargrove’ bit?”
“Ah yes,” you said, sending him a smirk. “Just like how you watched women’s basketball ‘for science.’”
“Because it is!! It’s important to understand all forms of basketball in order to be a good player, and I was the best, I’ll have you know-”
“Hey, darlin’,” a voice came from beside you, startling you slightly. “Whatcha doin’ here? Come to say hello?”
You flushed, the tips of your ears burning. “Hey, Bills.”
He grinned as you spun around, pulling you closer. When had he gotten over here anyways? “Miss me?”
“In your dreams, Hargrove,” you murmur, too breathy to be taken seriously. “Think you’re the one who missed me - ‘specially with how touchy you’re gettin’, sweetheart.”
He let go and you choke down a whine, not wanting him to realise how much of an effect he had on you. Instead, you grab his hand, bringing it up to cradle your face (and also pepper kisses along his palm, but hopefully from this angle Robin and Steve couldn’t tell).
“C’mon, pretty boy, admit it: you missed me,” you said smugly.
“And what if I did?” he said, eyes half-lidded. “Missed your pretty face, your curves, the feel of you wrapped around me-”
“If you think that you have any power over me you’re wrong,” you say, gaze heavy and smile sharp. “Know your place, baby boy.”
He shivered against you, opting to pull away before it got any more heated between you. “Well darl’, I’ve got a job to do. Stop by sometime, yeah? You know where to find me.”
“Nice try, Hargrove,” you said, eyes feral. “But if you need anything from me you’re going to have to beg for it.”
He rolled his eyes but the way that his swim shorts bulged a bit in the front was telling. You shook your head, eyes following him hungrily as he sat back down in his lifeguard chair, arms shifting to cover his growing erection.
“I’m sorry,” Robin says, bewildered. “You saw that, too, right? What the fuckity fuck was that, y/n??”
“We’re just pals,” you say so unconvincingly that even you wince a bit. “Good ol’ buddies, who hang out sometimes, you know, the usual-”
“Did you two fuck?” Steve exclaimed, turning some heads. “I swear to god if you two fucked.”
“Steve!” you whispered-yelled, mortified. “Public place?? Literally half the town is here??”
He freezes a bit before spinning around. “Car, now. You’ve got some explaining to do.”
You groan, looking off towards Billy (who clearly saw that whole interaction, smug bastard). Sending him a wink, you follow an angry Steve and a dumbstruck Robin through the gate and towards Steve’s car. You could practically feel the rumours starting already, or perhaps that was just the glares of the middle-aged women who wanted a piece of Billy. All the tired, suburban moms who had been flirting with him since day one were probably pissed, you realised, but honestly you could care less. You had bigger fish to fry right now. Like Steve and Robin, for example.
“I’m sorry,” Steve said, clicking the car door closed. “But you’ve got five seconds to explain what just happened before I explode on you and tell you how irresponsible flinging around with Hargrove is-”
“Shut up,” you snap, surprising even yourself. “I’m not ‘flinging around’ with him. We fucked once, Steve, once. Normally we just, y’know, hang out, like friends do. Can you not handle that I’m friends with someone other than you?”
“Friends don’t fuck,” he said, plainly. “Normal friends don’t do whatever that was at the pool, either.”
“I didn’t think he’d do that,” you shot back. “He’s not even that flirty in private, why would I have expected him to flirt with me in public?”
Well, that was a lie. Billy flirted with you any chance he could get, which left a nearly palpable tension in the air that both of you promptly ignored. You flirted back, of course, because it seemed to all be joking. But the way he acted at the pool was starting to suggest otherwise.
“I think Steve’s just jealous because you got the boy,” Robin teased, clearly trying to lighten the air. “He wanted Billy aaaall to himself!”
You laughed, trying to let her lighten the mood. “He sure did.”
“I- no I didn’t! Do you ever fucking listen?” he yelled, startling you and Robin into a stunned silence. “He’s not good for you, that damn Hargrove. He’s just using you, like he uses everyone else. He’s manipulating you, y/n, and you’re just too in love to see it.”
“I’m not in love with him,” you said calmly, far too calmly for someone who probably was guilty of exactly what you were accused of. “We’re friends who fucked one time and never did it again, can we please drop it?”
“No!” Steve yells, clearly not anywhere near ready to drop the subject. “He’s just going to hurt you, y/n, you deserve better than that!!”
“Oh, so someone like you?” you say, venom laced in your tone. “Is that what this is, Steve? Because today alone you’ve hurt me more than in the months that I’ve been friends with Billy. Not sure that you’re an ideal candidate, either. First you dragged me on this dumb little expedition, which had a borderline stalker-ish intention, then you insult me like I don’t understand my own boundaries. I deserve to be treated like I have a brain in my skull, Steve.”
The car went silent, heavy with tension. Robin shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and no one spoke, not even when Steve pulled up to your trailer and dropped you off. You storm inside, slamming the door behind you, leaving Steve fuming in the car alongside a clearly uncomfortable Robin. Your parents weren’t here, which meant you had the house to yourself to wallow in anger (and possibly self-pity). You saw where Steve was coming from: Billy didn’t have a great reputation, and you got easily emotionally attached sometimes. You pause in your pacing. Honestly, Steve was probably closer to right than you wanted to admit. But you deserved to right to make your own choices, even when they’re stupid ones.
Fuck, you hated fighting with your friends. Groaning, you flop down on the couch. Well, now was a great time to pop a cassette into your walkman and sing until your lungs hurt. That never failed to make you feel at the very least marginally better. You shoved yourself off the couch and trudged to your room.
You were digging through your cassettes for the perfect soundtrack for your melancholy mood when a knock shattered your focus. It was still the middle of the afternoon, that better not be who you think it is…
“y/n! I’ve decided to grace you with my presence, the least you could do is open the door,” a smug voice came from outside the door. You throw open the door and drag him in by the collar of his shirt.
“Listen here, Hargrove, your little stunt at the pool today might’ve ruined my friendship with Steve and Robin, so you’re gonna listen to me today, yeah?”
He nodded, frozen. You grinned, feral, locking the door behind him and waving him towards your bedroom. He followed you, eyes still wide in shock, mouth opening and closing uselessly as you shoved him onto your bed.
“Say red if you want me to stop at any point,” you say, softly, before allowing your gaze to harden again. “Now do you know what you’ve done?”
“I- I’ve been bad,” he said slowly, like he was almost unsure in your presence.
You smirked, hovering over him. “Mhm, baby. And what do bad boys get?”
“Oh, fuck off, don’t fucking give me that shit, let’s just get to the fun stuff-”
You wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed, letting out a low groan when Billy’s eyes rolled back and his hips buck up into the air.
“Such a useless little slut, huh?” you said, staring down at him condescendingly. “All it takes is a little squeeze and you’re absolutely leaking for me.”
He sends you a glare, and you squeeze a little harder in response. Your unoccupied hand moves to palm him through his shorts, his swim shorts to be exact. You blink at that before sending Billy a wicked grin.
“So desperate you couldn’t even wait, huh, pretty boy? Left work just to let me fuck you, hm?”
Even while he was rutting into your hand, Billy couldn’t drop the attitude.. “Sure it ain’t - fuck, darl’ - the other way around? Can’t keep your - mngh - hands off me.”
“Fine, then,” you said, pulling away. “I won’t touch you since that’s clearly what you want.”
“Hey, wait - that’s not fair darl’, can’t jus’ pull your hand away like that-”
“Why not, hm? Thought I was the desperate one, sweetheart, what happened?” you faux pouted. “Unless you’re willing to beg for me, I don’t think I’ll be putting my hands back anytime soon.”
Heat flashed in his eyes, but he complied. “Please, pretty thing, need your hands, need you on me, need you - uhn!”
Your hand goes back to his throat, opting to push him down onto his back and straddle his waist. Your hips roll back, feeling his erection straining against you. He tried to buck up into you, but you weren’t having it.
“You take what you’re given, whore,” you say condescendingly. “Or you get nothing at all.”
“‘m sorry, please, please, keep touching me, I need - ungh!”
You chuckle, pleased with how sensitive he was. “God, gonna cum already? We just started, sweetheart, can you not take it?”
“I can!” he exclaimed, glassy eyes meeting yours in a panic. “I’ll be good for you, so please-”
You pull back and he whines, arms reaching to pull you back. You smack them away, glaring down at him. He gets the message and drops back down on the bed, waiting and piliant. You reach for his swim shorts (the fact that he didn’t even change before coming over sending a sharp wave of pleasure down your spine) and tug, watching as he scrambled to help you get them off. Tossing them off to fuck knows where, you turn to admire the boy you have in your bed.
Billy was spread on the bed, hair messy and eyes just starting to come back into focus. His cock twitched as you stared, clearly loving the way you were fucking him with your eyes. You trailed a gentle hand up his leg, revelling in the way he shivered, and gave his cock a gentle squeeze.
“Likin’ what you see, darlin’?” he said, propping himself up on his elbows. “Bet you’re soakin’ for me sweetheart, just waiting for me to fuck you with my- fuck - big cock, huh? Shit - feels good, pretty thing, keep goin-”
“What makes you think you’re in charge here, baby?” you murmur, pouting. “Thought you were going to be good for me today but guess you don’t wanna cum today. That’s fine, I don’t mind using you like the good little fucktoy you are.”
His cock twitches in your hand, but his face drops as desperation sets in. “Wait, darl’, ‘m sorry, didn’ mean it, please keep touching me, I’ll be a good boy- ahn!”
You grin, jerking his cock harshly enough to hurt. “I don’t think you will, baby. You’re just a little slut, doin’ anything to get yourself off. What about me, huh? Didn’t think that I would want somethin’, too?”
He shook his head, frantic. “No, never, ‘m sorry, I’ll do anything, just- please.”
“Mhm, I don’t know,” you say, pretending to consider as you continue to tug at his cock. “Not sure your pathetic little cock could even get me off anyways. Maybe I should leave you here, let you take care of your little problem while I go get myself some real cock-”
“No no no please,” he whined, pitchy and pathetic. “Can use my mouth, anything, just please help me, ‘ll do anythin’, please - nooo, why’d you stop?”
“Said I could use your mouth,” you said, faking confusion as you blinked down at him. “‘less you changed your mind about wanting to cum.”
His head bobbed, nodding so rapidly that if he wasn’t drunk off your hand you might think he’d lost his mind. You place your hands on either side of his head and move to straddle his face, grinning as he stares, mesmerised.
“Likin’ what you see, darlin’?” you mock, grin feral. “Gonna open me up, nice and good? C’mon, baby, get to it.”
His hands grip at your thighs, pulling you down into him. He mouths at you, tongue rough as it pierces your walls. You groan, hips rolling into his tongue subconsciously. Fuck, he was good with his tongue.
“T-that’s it baby, keep goin’,” you groan, pulling yourself taut just to keep any semblance of control. “Fuck, good boy, jus’ like that - ngh - knew you had it in you to be good for me - mngh!”
You clench around him, his tongue working magic. If he kept it up, you’d be unravelling far too soon for your liking. You rolled your hips again, smirking as Billy’s eyes glossed over and he ate you out like a man starving.
You pulled away, snorting softly at the way he chased after your taste. “God, such a whore, hm? Wants to drown himself in me, can’t help but want more.”
He whines, hands gripping your thighs in a way that you know will leave bruises later. “Jus’ wanna be good, please, wanna make you feel good, please let me!”
You smirk, moving to stand with shaky legs. “You need to be patient, baby. You can do that much for me, can’t you? Or did you go dumb from eatin’ me out?”
He shook his head. “Didn’ go dumb!! Can be patient for you, don’ worry.”
You move onto your knees at the edge of the bed, pulling him so his legs are framing your face. “Gonna get you nice an’ wet then, pretty boy. Don’t move, ‘kay? If you’re good, maybe I’ll consider using your little cock to get me off. Sound good?”
“Y-yeah, yeah, fuck,” he said, throwing his head back with a groan. “Fuck, please.”
You lap gently at the head of his cock, a low chuckle escaping your mouth as he grapples at the sheets. His grip was tight, knuckles white with the effort of not moving. You lick a long stripe up the side of his cock before swallowing around the head. He lets out a pitchy moan, a flush spreading down his neck.
“Such a slut, huh?” you say between kitten licks. “Barely gotten my tongue on your cock and you’re already about to cum, aren’t you?”
He shook his head, watery eyes staring down at you. “Not gonna cum without your permission, so please keep goin’, I’ve been - ngh - I’ve been good so please - mgh, fuck, uhn!”
You took him as far as you could, gagging a bit as his cock hit the back of your throat. You begin to bob, your hand twisting around his base in sync with your movements. The noises he made were absolutely gorgeous - little grunts followed by long moans, pitchy and uncontrolled - fueling your movements. You could feel him holding back, thighs tensing as he used everything in him not to move into your touch.
“Close, please, can I cum?” he begged, hands clawing at the sheets. “Please, ‘ve been good - oh - please le’ me - fuck, fuck, ngh - cum, please!”
You pull away, smirking. “No.”
He whimpers, tears streaking down his face. “No, no, put your hand back, please, need to feel you, please let me-”
“I said no,” you said, biting at his thighs. “You’ve been such a good boy, don’t get bratty on me now.”
He puffs, moving to take his cock in his own hands and finish the job. You jump into action, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head, letting your knees fall on either side of his hips. He wails, sounding broken, trying weakly to buck up and get some friction.
“And I really thought you were going to be good today,” you said, giving him a frown. “You do things my way or we’re doing nothing at all and that’s final. Do you understand?”
He nods, eyes frantic. You can feel the heat from his straining cock below you, practically begging all on its own to fill you up.
“I asked you a question baby,” you said, letting go of his hands to rub a gentle hand across his cheek. “I expect words, darling, or I might just think you’re ignoring me…”
He jolts below you, stumbling to string together coherent words. “Please, please, ‘m sorry for tryin’ to touch myself, I was bad, but I can be good! I can be so good for you darl’, please, please - ngh!”
You grind down hard, grinning as he writhes below you. His hands twitch above his head, but he doesn’t reach for you - he knows better, you realize, and the thought sends a sick thrill down your spine. God, you were excited to absolutely ruin this boy.
“Listen here, baby,” you say, biting your lip to keep your own sounds from spilling out. His eyes snap to yours, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. “I’m going to use this pathetic little cock of yours until I’m satisfied. If you can make me cum then maybe, maybe, I’ll consider letting you cum, ‘kay? Be good for me, won’t you?”
He groans, a low and throaty sound, nodding. “I can do that, darlin’, promise, please, just please put it in, let me feel you - mgh - wan’ feel you wrapped around me, please, need it, need it more than - mph!”
You slam your lips to his, ravaging his mouth as you reach back and line him up with your entrance. You knew that just his mouth wasn’t sufficient prep, but at this point you were just as desperate as him, legs shaky with anticipation as you sank down. He sobbed into your mouth, throwing his head back as you took him to the hilt. You hissed, waiting until the sting of the stretch faded to a dull throb before bouncing. You let a moan slip, but it’s drowned by Billy’s wails. His eyes are glazed, tears streaming down his face as he digs his fingers into your bedsheets, bucking his hips up to meet your downward strokes.
“Hah, y/n, feels so good, god, please - fuck, uhn! Please please please cum, I’m begging you, need you to cum-”
You squeeze around him hard, slowing down. “You desperate slut. You don’t really want me to - hah - cum, do you? Just want to chase your own release. Admit it. You’re nothing but a whore for me.”
“Jus’ a whore!” he wails, thrusts hard and inconsistent. “Your whore, nothin’ but a whore - ahn, fuck! Shit, jus’ like that darl’ please-”
Your hand finds its way to his throat, pushing down hard on the sides. “Shut up, will you? Didn’t need a monologue to know you’re a slut. Hold on just a little - shit, jesus fuck - a little longer, will you? Mhm, just like that, that’s a good boy sweetheart. Think you can hold on a bit longer?”
His reach to grip at your thighs, the dull throb of his grip sending a shiver of pleasure running up your spine. His teary eyes meet yours and he nods frantically, his bucks feeling near animalistic as he tries to stave off his own orgasm and find your sweet spot all in one go. You take your free hand and push down on his abdomen, halting his sloppy bucking. He groans, opening his mouth to protest, but as he does you spit in it, laughing darkly as he swallows without being asked.
“Good boy,” you coo, condescending. “Swallowed without even having to be asked, huh? Have I finally gotten you trained, lover boy?”
“Ngh, yes, yes, yeah fuck, I’m all yours, jus’ for you-”
You groan, clenching around him as you feel yourself near your release, his words sending trembles of pleasure through your body. “Just a little more, pretty boy, just - shit - just need a little more, that’s it, that’s it!”
With a shudder, you cum, your orgasm washing over you. Billy’s eyes roll back, barely containing himself as you ride him through your orgasm. You slow to a halt, panting as the overstimulation begins to tingle through your veins.
“Can I cum?” Billy says, practically shaking beneath you. “Please, please, I’ve been s’ good, done jus’ what you asked, please, please, jus’ need to cum, wan’ fill you up, wan’ it so bad, please - ahn!”
He trembles below you as you bounce a few times, shaky with overstimulation. It only takes a few bounces for him to cum with a wail, painting your walls white. His eyes roll back and his hands reach to grab your hips, digging in hard enough to leave bruises. You circle your hips, getting him through his orgasm before collapsing on top of him, exhausted.
“Just a second, hun, I’ll get us cleaned up soon,” you murmur. “Just need to wait until I can feel my legs again.”
He snorts, burying his head in your hair. “I feel you, darlin’. Think you ruined me for the day, dunno if I can make it back to my trailer on these legs.”
“Then stay,” you blurt out, before you can think. “I wouldn’t mind the company, anyways.”
You feel him shift beneath you and you freeze up. Fuck, you totally ruined this, didn’t you? Should’ve known better than to let your selfish feelings get in the way. Damn, you thought, just when I thought I actually had a chance.
“Sure,” he says, and your head snaps up, surprise written across your features. “What? Why would I say no to cuddlin’ up to a pretty person like yourself, sweetheart?”
You shake your head, hissing gently as you move to get up, his soft cock sliding out of your sensitive hole. “We’re gonna need a shower first, lover boy. Else this pretty person is going to keep their distance from your sticky ass.”
“Fine, fine,” he says, not-so-gracefully rolling off the bed. “Let’s get going, shall we?”
“No funny business, in the shower, you hear?” you sigh, his arms wrapping around you as you borderline haul him towards the bathroom. “I have a feeling you’re not listening.”
“Hey! I’m listening fine,” he said into your hair, hands getting…well, handsy. “I heard ‘funny business’ plenty well. You down for round 2?”
“You’re unbelievable,” you groan, kicking the bathroom door shut behind you. “Absolutely unbelievable.”
“You love me,” he said, all grins.
And yeah, you think, watching him struggle to turn on your shower, laughing softly to yourself, maybe I do. Word Count: 4603
Beware - This post has NSFW content!!
For those of you who sent in requests - I am actively working on them!! School work was kicking my ass last week, but I've got time now, so hopefully some requests will be up within the next few days! Thanks for your patience everyone, and here's a sneak peek at the current request I'm working on:
“C’mon, pretty boy, admit it: you missed me,” you said smugly.
“And what if I did?” he said, eyes half-lidded. “Missed your pretty face, your curves, the feel of you wrapped around me-”
“If you think that you have any power over me you’re wrong,” you say, gaze heavy and smile sharp. “Know your place, baby boy.”
He shivered against you, opting to pull away before it got any more heated between you. “Well darl’, I’ve got a job to do. Stop by sometime, yeah? You know where to find me.”
“Nice try, Hargrove,” you said, eyes feral. “But if you need anything from me you’re going to have to beg for it.”
Hey!! Would you do a sub!billy hargrove/dom!reader smut? Thank u <3
S3 spoilers in my author’s note, and vague reference to how S2 ends!!
Link to Part 2 <3
Summary: You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.
Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has an undefined hole, p in said undefined hole, sub!billy, oral (reader receiving), frottage(?), edging, praise, little bits of degradation (reader calls billy “slut” and talks condescendingly at some points), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it kids!!), a lil bit of a breeding kink, billy likes when reader pulls on his hair <3
Let me know if you think I missed anything!!
All characters are over 18 :)
Oh my god anon I didn’t know I needed sub!billy until you sent this in and now I’m scouring the website for more… I’m a whore for subby men, what can I say 🤷 He’s a little ooc but I firmly believe that billy is secretly a soft with people he trusts - sure, he’s mean to max, but I think that’s because he doesn’t want her involved in his life of alcohol and flirting - and I’ll die on that hill. This is set between S2 and S3, but in my universe billy doesn’t die during S3 anyways because I’m the author and I said so >:O Anyways, I had so much fun writing this, thank you for the request!! It takes like 1000 words to get to the smut, I’m so sorry ;-; But the smut is like 2000 some words, so hopefully that makes up for it ahaha I went batshit
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You’ve lived in this dinghy trailer park in the middle of nowhere, Indiana, your entire conscious life. When your parents were really drunk (which, in all honesty, was far more often than you were willing to admit) they would talk about their “golden days”: when your parents were something other than full-time alcoholics, living in the suburbs of Cleveland in a nice neighbourhood. You were told you were born there, in that nice suburb house near the coast of one of the great lakes, but you’ve never had the nerve to ask what happened that landed them here, in Hawkins.
But Ohio was none of your concern now. There were supernatural beings practically on your doorstep and the only people that seemed to care were the children that your friend Steve seemingly adopted, which would make for a good movie. But the fact that a ragtag bunch of kids were the ones saving your very real world left a nauseating pit in your stomach. Sure, the angry buzz cut kid who they called “Eleven” put an end to the last thing that came after Hawkins, but something tells you this was just the beginning. No matter. At the moment, you had bigger things to worry about. Like the fact that there’s a soft knocking on your door, despite the little analog clock reading a blinking “2:34am”.
Peering through the peephole, a clearly drunk Billy Hargrove stood, wobbling slightly. You’d seen him around school - it’s hard not to when he drives a flashy car and insists on poking at Steve - but certainly hadn’t spoken to him before. Opening the door slightly, you make eye contact with the man in question.
“Hi,” you say, tentatively. “Can I help you?”
“l/n!!” he slurs, eyes lighting up. “What’re y’doin in my trailer?”
You frown at him. “This is where I live, dipshit. Your trailer is more than a few down.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so,” he said, nudging at you. “Lemme in, will ya?”
You stood firm, skeptical. “Why should I?”
“Because,” he drawls. “You’re pretty, I’m pretty, we should do pretty people stuff together.”
You snort, but move to the side. You didn’t know what his home life was like, but, nevertheless, sending him away in the middle of the night, piss drunk, was dumb. If he had gotten hurt on the way back to his trailer because you had sent him away you would never forgive yourself. Sure, he seemed like a pretentious douchebag, but even pretentious douchebags deserve a chance. Besides, the ‘rents were out, which meant there wouldn’t be any “did you use protection?” or “you aren’t pregnant, are you?” questions the following morning.
“l/n,” Billy whined out, making you turn in time to see him flop onto your couch. “Why aren’t we doin’ pretty people stuff yet?”
You shut and lock the door, plopping yourself down on the floor in front of the couch in an attempt to set an unspoken boundary. “Because you’re drunk. You’re welcome to come over here sober some time and try this whole song and dance then, but I believe in full consent when doin’ that tango. You’re inebriated, so no ‘pretty people stuff’ for you tonight.”
He whined dramatically. “But that’s half the fun of getting drunk!!”
“God, you’re really drunk,” you say, wrinkling your nose at the smell. “We can talk if you want, but you’re not getting any tonight, lover boy.”
“Ooooh, you wanna hear about the crazy shit that Tina did at the party today??” – – –
This became a recurring event. Billy would go out and party, then come over, drunk out of his mind and strangely soft. You had learned a lot about him - about Max (who he seemed to truly care about, despite how he acted when sober), about his dickhead father, about his mother, about why he drowned himself in people and alcohol all the time. You weren’t sure why he chose to keep dropping by, but you weren’t too perturbed. In any other situation, you might even consider him your friend. But, you remind yourself, he’s always drunk or high or some combination of the two. You don’t make friends when you’re drunk. And you certainly don’t fall for them, either.
A knock resonated at your door and you froze, staring at the clock. It was 3:24pm on a Saturday afternoon, unless Steve had decided to give you a surprise visit there should be no one at the door.
“l/n! Open the goddamn door,” a voice rang out, one that you recognized immediately. “I don’t have all goddamn day!”
You stumble to the door, opening it embarrassingly quickly. “Hi???”
“Hey,” he said, shoving his way past you.
“Wait wait wait,” you said, spinning around to him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What I normally do, dickbag,” Billy said, refusing to make eye contact. “We gonna talk or what?”
You close the door gently, clicking the lock almost tentatively. “You’re sober.”
A flash of hurt crossed his face, but he quickly covered it up. “Am I not allowed to be?”
“That - that’s not what I’m saying!” you exclaimed, exasperated. “I just - I kinda figured you didn’t want to talk to me, normally. I’m not exactly your usual crowd.”
He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Look - how do I say this? I… don’t think you’re that shitty, or whatever. Sure, Tina’s a hot piece of ass, but if I tried to actually, I don’t fucking know, talk to her, she’d just laugh and tell me to ‘shut up’ or somethin’.”
“I don’t think you’re that shitty, either,” you say, slowly. “Is that all you wanted to talk about…? We could’ve done this on the porch.”
“It’s a trailer, there’s no goddamn porch,” he deadpans, rolling his eyes but still not making eye contact with you.
“You’re dodging,” you say, walking over to him and crowding him a bit. “What’s up, buttercup?”
“I don’t want to go back home,” he said bluntly, still dodging your prying eyes. “Deadbeat dad is on a rampage again. Dropped Max off at the arcade and found myself here.”
You blink up at him and back up a bit, feeling awful for prying. “Shit man - sorry I pushed you. You’re welcome here whenever you want to escape your place, sober or not. Or if you just want to come over. You can bring Max, too, she seems nice!! My ‘rents are never around, like ever, and even when they are they’re drunk and hiding in their room, and there’s a key under the doormat in the back if you need an escape and I’m not here - though I’d be careful about my parents, they get pretty drunk sometimes too, it’s not pretty. That’s not the point though! Point is, you’re always welcome, I’m sorry for prying-”
He pushed you to the couch, a small smile on his face, and were his eyes a little teary?? “Shut up, loser. I got it, I’m welcome to be here. Not shocked, though, people love me, of course you’d want me around.”
You roll your eyes at his smirk, trying to tug him down to the couch. However, you hadn’t anticipated him resisting, and your knee jerk reaction was to just yank. He stumbled and landed on top of you, knees straddling your legs. He blinks at you, owlishly, face flushed and pupils beginning to dilate.
You grin up at him, jokingly winking. “Just where I wanted you, baby.”
“Can I- can I take you up on your previous offer?” he said, voice lacking its usual bravado and confidence.
“Previous offer as in…?”
“Sex,” he said, straightforward. “You said if I was sober we could fuck.”
“What eloquence, Mr. Hargrove,” you said. “And I believe we referred to it as ‘pretty people stuff.’”
“That’s a yes, yeah?” he said, hands resting on the couch on either side of your head.
“Aw, look at you, asking for consent,” you said, grinning up at him deviously. “Mmm…maybe if you beg me.”
He looked at you, incredulous. “If you think I’ll ever beg for something, you’ve got something coming-”
You cut him off, pulling him down into a harsh kiss. He groaned into the kiss, grinding down into your clothed sex. When he pulls away, he smirks down at you, cocky.
“You’re going to be the one begging for me, babe,” he said, head tilting. “So how ‘bout we hear it, hm?”
Well that wouldn’t do. Using all your strength, you flip your positions, grinding down on him once you’ve settled above him.
“If we’re doing this, baby boy,” you said, sultry. “We’re doing this my way, got it?”
You could see the struggle in his eyes, and began to grind down on him lightly.
“Come on, sweet thing,” you murmured against his lips, rolling your hips in a way that had his eyes rolling back. “You can be good for me, can’t you?”
“Mm- yeah, yes, I can be good for you,” he groaned. “Now get on with it, will you?”
You frown at him, faux pouting. “Thought you were gonna be good. But that’s fine, we can play that game, I don’t mind.”
He opened his mouth to object but was cut off when your grinding turned harsh and fast, his words turning into a breathy moan. He slapped a hand over his mouth but you weren’t having it.
“Listen here, Hargrove,” you growled. “You’re going to let me hear those pretty little sounds or you’re not going to come. Understand?”
“No way in hell-”
You reach a hand down to his straining cock and squeeze, hard, revelling in the way his head rolls back and his hips jerk up into your hand. His mouth opens and closes uselessly, and you lean your weight onto your knees so you can shove your fingers that aren’t cradling his cock right down his throat. He gags, eyes glazed and unfocused.
“God, look at you,” you groan, voice strained. “Made for this, made for me to use, huh?”
He tries to respond but all that comes out are choked moans, drool dribbling down his chin as he gags on your fingers. You other hand kickstarts, rubbing him not-so-nicely through his pants. He looked gorgeous like this: choking on your fingers, eyes unfocused, hips bucking uncontrollably into your harsh touches. God, you just want to drown yourself in the feeling of the power you had over this man, this man who insisted on so much control in his everyday life. But here he was, on your couch, gagging on your fingers like he never wanted anything else.
His bucking gets more erratic and his breaths get shorter, signalling an incoming orgasm. You paw at his cock a little harder, removing your fingers from down his throat so you could hear him when you tear his orgasm away from him.
“You wanna cum, baby?” you coo, letting your hips take over for your hand and grinding down on his clothed erection. “Wanna cum for me?”
“Yeah - gonna cum, gonna cum, let me cum-”
“No.”
His hips jolt upwards as you lift yourself from his lap, chasing after your heat. You smirk sadistically at him, chuckling at the glare he gives you in exchange for your denial.
“What the fuck?!” he yells, hands clenching at his sides (but not moving to change his predicament, you noted). “I was so fucking close, why would you-”
You put a finger on his lips, shushing him. “You were a brat earlier, so I’m treating you like one. Maybe if you get me off I will consider letting you come.”
“Yeah?” he said, still panting from his lost orgasm. “Yeah, I can fuckin’ do that.”
“Good,” you say, getting up. “Get on your knees in front of the couch.”
He snorted at first, but his face contorted when he realised you were serious. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? You’re not going to get me on my knees, sweetheart.”
“Then you’re not going to cum,” you said matter-of-factly. “Eat me out on your knees like the little slut you are or you don’t get to cum.”
His nose scrunched up angrily but he moved to get down in front of the couch. “There. That make your sick little heart happy?”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a mouthy brat we wouldn’t be here in the first place,” you said, discarding your pants and undergarments god knows where. “Don’t touch without permission, m’kay?”
He growled but kept his hands obediently at his side. In spite of all his back talk, Billy didn’t ever make a move to take control. He wants this, you realise, but he doesn’t want to admit it.
“How cute,” you coo, pinching his cheek as you settle yourself in front of him. “Now eat me out - no hands though, baby. Just put your pretty little mouth to better use for me, mhm?”
He begrudgingly folds his hands behind his back and buries himself in your hole. Your head rolls back, a low groan escaping your mouth. If he wasn’t drowning himself in you he might see your composure slipping, but he seemed just as out of it as you. Hips jerking up into nothing, hands clasped behind his back, face red and teary, Billy looked like so fucking good that you felt yourself clenching around his tongue, rolling your hips into his lapping.
“God… so good with that tongue, baby, shit - keep doing that, y-yeah, just like that,” you blabber out, a hand flying to grip at his hair. You give an experimental tug and grin when he moans, breathy and high.
“Y-yeah? You want me to tug on your - ngh - hair? Shove you deeper into me?” you say, chuckling lowly when he nods into you. “Your wish is my command, sweet thing.”
You could feel your orgasm drawing nearer as Billy’s talented tongue ruined your insides. His movements were precise, even without the use of his hands, and when he nicked your sweet spot you came, clamping your thighs around his head as you tugged harshly on his hair.
Panting, you try to regain enough composure to address Billy. “God, sweetheart, your so fucking good with your tongue.”
“Yeah?” he said, tone cocky despite the straining bulge in his jeans. “You gonna let me use you now? I know you want it darlin’, you can’t keep pretending to have contr - mph!”
You yanked him up in a kiss, effectively shutting him up. Your legs were a little shaky from your previous orgasm but you were stubborn: there’s no way in hell after all this you would give Billy the satisfaction of fucking into you.
“Get on the goddamn couch,” you said, panting as you pulled away. “I’m going to ride you until all you can think of is me.”
“Fuck, pretty thing,” he groans, dropping onto the couch. “You better hold true to that or I might have to take over.”
“If you think you have a say in how this goes you’re dead wrong,” you said, straddling his hips. “You don’t cum until I say, got it baby?”
“Easy peasy,” he said, ever the fucking brat. “Think you can hold it sweets? Because I can guarantee that you’ll be creaming around my cock in no time.”
“Mhm,” you murmur, unimpressed as you help him wiggle out of his jeans and underwear. “Whatever you need to help you sleep at night.”
“You scared you can’t take it - shit!” he moans, cock twitching as you sink down on him in one slide. “Fuck, you gotta give a man a warning-”
You don’t. Bouncing up and down on his cock at a harsh pace, your trailer is filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. You’re sure the neighbours can tell what you two are doing - hell, the whole trailer park probably knew - but you didn’t have the heart to care. His cock stretched you wide, so goddamn girthy that every bounce had white bouncing at the edge of your vision.
Billy wasn’t much better. He had a death grip on your hips, finger-shaped bruises already forming. Tongue sticking out, eye half-lidded and staring up at you reverently, Billy was a fucked out mess already and you’d just started.
“Mmngh, feelin’ good, pretty boy? God… just look at you, takin’ - ungh - t-takin’ it so goddamn well, shit,” you said, still slamming yourself down on his cock like your life depended on it.
“Mmm, fuck, please, please please please-”
You couldn’t even tell what he was begging for anymore. “What do you - ngh - what do you need, babe - fuck, just like that pretty thing - huh? Got to be specific, darlin’ - god…”
“Cum,” he moans out, eyes shut tightly as he bucks into you. “Need t’ fuckin’ cum!”
You clench around him as he bucks, eyes rolling back a bit. “Ngh, yeah? You wanna cum? Wanna fill my pretty little hole - ahn, do that again, jesus - fill my pretty little hole with your cum?”
“Yeah, shit. Gonna let me?”
“Mhmm, I don’t know…” you said, pretending to ponder like you weren’t desperate to feel him fill you up. “Have you been - jesus fucking christ - have you been good?”
“‘ve been good!!” he wails, eyes teary as he stares up at you. “Been so good, such a good boy, please let me cum, please, jus’ wanna be you good boy, please please please!”
Your eyes roll back. Fuck, you hadn’t expected him to beg in return. Slowing down a bit, your bounces send him slow and deep, causing you to clench. His eyes cross and his grip on the couch turns his knuckles white, trying so goddamn hard to hold himself back.
“You can cum,” you groan, his cock rutting against your sweet spot just right. “You can cum, baby, cum with me, want you to cum with me-”
Your vision goes white and you clench, gripping his cock harshly. He near screams, fucking himself up into you as he came. You both melt into each other, a panting, post-orgasm mess tangled on the couch. When your brain was finally back online, you winch, gently sliding his softened cock out of you.
“Fuck, really did a number on me,” Billy murmured, ragdolled on the couch looking like he never wanted to move. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Fuck off, Hargrove,” you say, trying your best to walk (or waddle, rather) your way to the kitchen to start cleaning off.
“You love me and you know it!”
You roll your eyes, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it. God, he was such a doofus. You couldn’t believe that the rest of the school considered him the king, but maybe your friendship was something special. You sure hoped so - you were certain he wasn’t just submitting himself to anyone, after all.
“Where the fuck did you go, dickhead? The great Billy Hargrove demands cuddles!”
God, he was such a dork sometimes. You snort, but make your way back to the living room, water bottle and damp washcloth in hand.
“Have patience, great Billy,” you said, handing him the water bottle before gently cleaning him up. “Great things come for those who wait.”
“Oh shut up,” he said, melting into your touch. “I didn’t come here for you to philosophise.”
“Course, course,” you say, jokingly. “Okay, all done. Let’s pick up all our shit and go to my room, yeah? Really don’t want my parents to come home and find us naked in the living room.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re boring,” he jokes, wobbly as he stands to help you grab your discarded clothes. “Half the fun is getting caught.”
“Perv,” you shot back.
“Says the one who rode me on their parents' couch.”
“Ew!! Don’t fucking say that, I don’t want to think about my parents in the afterglow!”
“You’re the one who brought them up!” “Yeah, because I don’t want them involved in my post-orgasmic haze!!” you say, exasperated. “Cmon, this way.”
Dumping your clothes unceremoniously on the floor, you lock the door and drag Billy towards your bed. Wordlessly, the two of you melt into each other. You’d worry about sneaking him out under your parents’ radar later - right now, you had much more pressing concerns.
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