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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