#The way Billy has his legs spread ho wide and the others have their legs crossed. Hmmmm

[cockasinthebird]

billy filling up steves hole with his cum and then shoves a butt plug in steve

Dear anon, Oh... oh ho ho, this got good, like I am very satisfied with this! Truly a splendid way to... reintroduce lemons to my posting again now that I am free from flag!

Do enjoy~

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Billy hides his wide, self satisfied grin behind a hand; his elbow on the desk, chin in palm, pretending to pay attention to English class, but he's acing it so why bother anymore?

Steve's squirming in his seat, constantly repositioning himself carefully, face flushed red like he's running a fever - feels like it too, blood boiling and skin slightly sweaty. 

He steals a few glances in Billy's direction every now and then, finding blue eyes piercing into him, tongue occasionally darting out to wag salaciously before licking his lips that curl something so mischievously.

Is it obvious? It feels like it's so impossibly obvious, but no one has said a thing yet, and every other student in here stares blankly up ahead, disinterested and bored as all hell. 

The clock ticks slower and slower, wearing Steve's patience thin, seconds away from shattering. 

He turns to look at Billy again, who cocks a brow, his chest stuttering with a laugh, almost as if he can read Steve's thoughts. Or maybe he just knows him well enough by now that that wouldn't even be necessary to do. 

So Steve shifts around again, the plug keeping him closed rubs at all the right muscles, hitting sweet nerves that scatter up his spine in a euphoric dance, encouraging a moan to search for freedom, only to then get caught just barely before jumping off of his tongue.

He keeps his legs closed tight, hoping it'll conceal the impressive bulge in his jeans. It's gross and disgusting and perverted and shameful, to sit through class with an almost full erection, but that all only elevates the thrill of it, the stupid excitement of danger, a rush of adrenaline that pumps through him whenever he looks at Billy. 

Billy, who didn’t leave after last night.

Billy, who woke Steve up by rubbing his veiny cock between Steve’s thighs.

Billy, who fingered Steve’s slightly sore hole all nice and sweet while cooing and praising him.

Billy, who thrust into Steve from behind as they laid on their sides.

Billy, who right after he came plugged Steve’s ass still full of every drop of his cum.

Billy, who kindly asked Steve to wear it all day, whispering about how hot that would be babe, you walking around with me inside of you, sitting in class ready to burst.

And Steve, who’s been unintentionally edging all day since, agreed all too readily, but Billy has this irresistible charm about him that just turns Steve to butter. A flash of teeth, soft caressing, voice deep.

It’s magic.

When the bell rings for lunch, Steve barely registers it - lost in the vividly fresh memory of this morning, of last night, of the past few weeks. Every one of his classmates stands up, talking loudly, chairs scooting around as they flood out of the room.

But Steve stays. Billy stays. Even as they’re the last people here, they stay.

“Not hungry?” Billy drawls, tapping his foot a few times before turning in his seat, angling open legs in Steve’s direction.

Whose fingers are currently testing the strength of his pencil; thumb pushing against the yellow painted wood. He hasn’t taken a single note all day, staying home would have been more productive in truth.

“I can’t get up.”

Billy laughs, loudly, uproarious, throws his head back with it before running his gaze up and down Steve’s stiff posture. “I don’t think that’s your issue right now.”

And Steve groans at that, at other things too, rolls his eyes in frustration even though he absolutely would have found that funny at the right time. Now is not then.

“Fine, I can’t stand up-” Lips shuts closed quickly as he finally looks at Billy, and sees the clear outline of his thick cock reaching down his thigh underneath too tight jeans. The pencil in his hand snaps.

His own hard dick twitches at the sight of that, at the brief moment of wondering just how long Billy’s been like that, wondering if he’s going to do something about it. He meets with Billy’s excessively lustful gaze, pupils blown till there’s barely even a sliver of blue left. Lips part as Billy ever so slowly reaches down to wrap wide fingers around the shape of his shaft, hissing and groaning cautiously, eyes darting to the door then back to where Steve is caught in a trance.

“I don’t think I can wait till the end of today, princess.” Billy stands up and walks over to Steve in one fluid motion, where he leans closer, raised above Steve still, staring down at him. “I’m gonna need to fuck you now.”

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Steve probably wouldn’t have even really struggled against the suggestion of fucking on top of his desk in their classroom, door wide open, shutters drawn, the most exposed and illegal it could get. He would have gladly bent over and let Billy have his way with him, finish what he started this morning, get him nice and well fed on every drop of cum his body can contain.

But no, sadly that’s not a risk Billy’s willing to take. Rather he yanked Steve up from his seat, got a good look and thorough feel of his painfully sensitive erection, dragged him through mostly empty halls to the completely empty boys locker room.

His hairstyle gets ruined as he presses the top of his head against the orange tiles, staring down to watch his own hands fumble in their hurry to unbuckle his belt and zip down his jeans. From behind he hears the same tune played with a far more confident hand, as Billy releases himself with a refreshing gulp of air.

Seconds after Steve drops his pants and angles his briefs down just far enough to free his own leaky prick, a hand slaps against the tiles next to his face as Billy leans in to kiss where the collar of his striped polo can’t reach, gentle and soft lips travel up and down Steve’s neck, sending luscious waves of delight washing over him, hushed moans slipping from parted lips.

“Have to be quiet, baby,” Billy whispers, kisses the shell of Steve’s ear. “Think you can be quiet?”

“C-can you?” Steve barely manages with a huff of a laugh, and he feels Billy smile against his neck.

“Only one way to find out.”

And he’s gone - taken a step back. Steve looks over his shoulder to watch him stroke and slick up his fat cock with pre, staring like a hungry wolf at where Steve pushes his ass out to accentuate the shape of it.

“Spread your cheeks,” Billy demands with a tone that almost implies an unspoken ‘or else’. “Show me how full you are.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate- wouldn’t even dream of it, as he presses his face against the icy orange tiles for support as he moves both hands behind, down, a handful of cheek in each as he pulls them apart, exposing the base of the dark purple buttplug that keeps him stuffed, keeps him stretched out, keeps him ready.

When Billy prods at it with one finger it sends electric jolts through the entirety of Steve’s being, sensitive and heightened, he gasps a bit too loud and bites back a moan.

“D-don’t do that, fuck,” he breathes in a heavy sigh.

“Why not?” And Billy does it again, with more intent this time, pressing harder and drawing circles around.

A motion that makes it near impossible for Steve to shut up, fingers digging into flesh with bruising restraint, his lonesome cock spurting and dripping with pre onto the floor. “A-ah- Billy…”

Billy’s chuckle practically reverberates off of the tiles, his self-satisfaction palpable in the bass of his voice. 

“Can’t wait to fuck you so good ‘n hard, pretty boy,” he drawls and runs his fingers along the edges of the flat base.

“B-be careful, okay?” Strings of nerves pull at Steve’s stomach, a heat of embarrassment flooding out into his cheeks at the worry that it might hurt.

Billy’s adventurous, buys them all kinds of fun toys to play around with, dildos and fleshlights and beads and cuffs and clamps, literally anything he can get his hands on, but they’ve never tried this with a plug more than three fingers wide.

But then there’s a calm hand on his; Billy lacing their fingers together where Steve is still spreading himself wide, and it doesn’t exactly calm the storm brewing, but it does close the window to it.

“I got you, baby, I got you,” Billy coos, kisses his way across Steve’s fingers, across the cheek, up to his tailbone before leaning away.

Fingers closing around the plug as he pulls and… it doesn’t hurt, not exactly, it’s more of a strained feeling in the muscle, hints of pain here and there mixing deliciously together with the raw euphoria of it all, so fucking good Steve’s worried for a moment that he might actually cum from this alone, chanting fuck fuck fuck.

“Shit Stevie,” Billy sounds positively awed. “Wish you could see yourself right now.”

Steve tries though, looks behind to see Billy staring at his fluttering hole, butt plug shiny in hand, slick with cum and whatever lube might be leftover from hours ago.

“So fucking sexy…”

He can feel cum running out, warm from having been kept inside of him all day, leaking down his balls and thighs. Then he’s full again - three fingers full, as Billy thrusts those digits into him with ease and pleasure.

“God, you’re so wet and loose, princess,” Billy growls as he stands up to press himself against Steve. “Listen to that…”

Billy pumps his fingers in and out, the squelching of it all obscene like he’s fingering a soaking pussy, Steve’s pussy, who has never struggled to keep quiet this much in his entire life, every dive in stopping just short of reaching that perfect bundle of nerves deep in him, it feels almost deliberate.

“Just dripping with my cum.” Billy licks and nibbles and kisses up and down Steve’s neck where he can reach, making the skin there red from abuse and attention. “Think you can handle more? Get all fat on my cum?”

“Y-yes,” Steve whimpers between ragged breaths and nods profusely.

“Yes, what?” Fingers curl at a tortuous angle, like a light punishment that only makes Steve’s dick leak worse.

“Yes, please, I need you so bad, fuck me, please,” he rambles as a response, ready and willing to keep going, anything for Billy.

But the devilish chuckle signs that that’s more than enough. “Hmmm since you asked so nicely.”

The thick digits are quickly replaced with the blunt head of Billy’s cock, eager and horny, gently pushing into the easy and wet stretching of Steve’s ass, watching it reverently where pale hands are still spreading the cheeks wide for him.

When there’s no more hard flesh to offer, Billy keeps moving closer, wraps his arms around Steve and buries his face in the crook of his neck. They stand still like that for far too many seconds, as near as near gets, both of them pushing into each other, as if it would be possible to connect deeper than this.

At the start of it all it was quick and rough and often too dry in their rushing of getting together, but now it’s… this. Whatever this is.

Whatever it means when Billy mutters, “Feel so good.”

Whatever it means when he doesn’t leave after.

Whatever it means when they hold one another like it’s something dear.

Steve’s not the biggest fan of getting fucked from behind - he can’t see Billy, touch Billy, kiss Billy, but the way his steely cock drags against his insides as he starts thrusting gives Steve an incomparable amount of ecstasy, when hands grab on to his hips to control the tempo, push and pull and pound, skin slapping as Billy slams into him.

Choked whimpers is all he can offer up here- all he’s allowed to, and he feels the restraint hurt in his throat, every single salacious little sound fighting for their freedom, the rhythmic movement of Billy’s hips snapping against Steve’s ass only encouraging every rebellious impulse that’s contained within.

But the silence between them now speaks more than words, as Billy himself barely even grunts past hitching breaths. His biggest fear is getting caught, he once admitted, and that only gets him hard. Even brushing fingers at the movies can get him going apparently, which is a delightful little secret Steve discovered all on his own.

“Fuck,” is the first real word to escape him in minutes, as he bends over and places his hand on top of Steve’s where he’s supporting himself on the wall. “I’m close, baby.”

Steve’s almost convinced he could cum untouched, but he’s not patient enough for it, bringing his free hand down to fervently jerk his pulsating dick, utterly soaked in pre cum, yearning for release after hours of being half hard.

It’s become an easy feat by now to match the quick and irregular pace that Billy always finds leading up to his orgasm, Steve’s hand following the pattern with practiced precision, eyes closed and focusing solely on how wet and slippery and glorious Billy’s veiny cock pummels rapidly into him, pounding against that golden bundle of nerves that makes Steve want to cry out, knees going weak, stars glistening behind his eyes.

And when he cums, hot and white into his hand, it’s blinding, the stars exploding like fireworks, raining fiery bliss down upon him, toes curling in his sneakers, biting into his lip till it cracks and bleeds.

Behind him Billy makes a strangled noise; an abrupt and dissatisfying sound compared to his usual roar of a peak, as Steve’s dripping wet hole chokes around every inch of Billy’s girthy dick. Steve puts forth a foot to counterweight the way Billy presses into him with all his force, both hands on his hips now to keep them like this, his forehead pressed between Steve’s shoulder blades as he empties out for a second time inside of Steve’s poor, puffy, abused ass.

Steve’s convinced he can feel it, wet and burning and full. Fuller. Brimming, ready to burst, that if this was a porn vid the camera would angle down to watch it all spill out of him, and he can’t be blamed for the breathy moan that escapes at that imagery. 

“God, princess…” Billy’s voice hoarse and raspy, weak and satisfied. He snakes his arm around Steve’s waist and runs a hand up and down his stomach. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Steve eventually huffs, neither of them truly finding much use for words in the moment.

“Mmhm,” Billy whirs and props his chin up on Steve’s shoulder, tilting his head till their eyes meet. “I’m thinking…”

A chill flees down Steve’s back immediately at that notion, because Billy rarely ever thinks of anything else other than… “What?”

“What if we… plugged you up again?” Billy grins like he’s already won this, like the cat that got the cream.

“Billy, please-”

“Steve, please.”

They stare at each other in silence, Billy still with that same twist of lips, Steve’s… uncertain. He loves the idea of it, but in practice? Today has already been hell on him this way, but Billy…

“Come on baby, please? Keep you wet and full of my cum all day, and tonight I’ll buy you a really nice dinner and clean you up in the shower?” He kisses promises against skin, nuzzling his nose against the shell of Steve's ear. “Light some candles… I’ll be real gentle with you.”

Steve’s not gonna be able to sit right for weeks to come after today, but he nods in agreeance. Because those promises almost sound like a date.

[rositxespinosa]

Coming Home

Billy x reader

Warnings: Super fluffy (imo) and quite lengthy

“So, what are you planning on doing once Billy’s home?” Maria asked with a smirk. You whipped your head around to see her sat on your couch, legs crossed, and smiling behind a glass of wine. 

“What do you mean?” You asked nonchalantly. “I assumed when the guys came back we would do what we normally do, pizza and wine at one of our houses.” 

“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?” She asked. You sighed and placed two slices of pizza on a plate. 

“Yes it is, but it is also something we do with the guys.” You replied with a grin. Maria hummed, giving you that “look”. You walked over and sat next to her. She set her wine down and went back to looking at you like she knew something you didn’t.

“May I help you?” You asked teasingly. She let out a dramatic sigh and blurted out,

“I know you have feelings for Billy and I also know he has them for you too.” She went back to sipping her wine proudly. 

“Maria, don’t get my hopes up, please.” You picked up a slice of your pizza and took a bite. Maria turned her full attention back to you.

“Love, I am being 100 percent serious. Frank told me.” You froze.

“Frank told you that?” She hummed. Now she had your full attention. “What exactly did Frank say?”

“When we facetimed 3 days ago he was complaining to me about how Billy wouldn’t shut up about you. Casually mentioning how beautiful you were, how he couldn’t wait to see that smile of yours when he came ho-”

“SHUT UP! Oh my gosh Maria are you serious!” You were standing up now, a glass of wine in one hand and pizza in the other. Your heart was racing and your stomach was fluttering. “Billy likes me.” You whispered to yourself.

“Oh (y/n), hes utterly in love with you. Has been for a while now actually, by the sound of it.” You felt faint. You were even more anxious for the guys to come back home now.

The rest of the evening you and Maria ate an entire pizza, drank a bottle and a half of wine, and (drunkenly I may add) came up with a plan for when you were reunited with Billy.

Three days had passed and today was the day that Curt, Frank, and (most importantly) Billy would be coming home from Afghanistan. Maria had offered to drive the both of you to the airport at 7 am and you happily obliged. Rolling onto your side, you saw that the time read 5:45 am. Sighing you pushed the blankets back and made your way to the shower. You lathered your hair and body in fresh scented soap and rinsed thoroughly before hopping out. You went for a simple airport look: black leggings (that made your ass look great) a long sleeved olive colored tee, black jersey bomber and a pair of Uggs. 

You were in the midst of finishing getting ready when there was a soft knock on the door: Maria.

 You drove in silence, the only noise being the faint sound of a throwback song playing on the radio. You assumed she was just as anxious to see her husband as you were to see Billy. After what felt like forever you finally arrived at the airport, at a quarter before 8. This was it, you were going to see him after finding out through a mutual friend that he was in love with you. You could feel your heart in your throat.

You and Maria sat waiting anxiously as you saw multiple soldiers become reunited with their loved ones, all the soldiers except your guys.

Then you spotted Frank running towards the two of you and Maria screamed happily as she ran into his arms, embracing each other tightly after being apart for so long. You stood up, wondering where Billy was when your thought was interrupted by strong hands against your waist.

“Hey doll.” A voice whispered against the shell of your ear.

“Billy!” You exclaimed as you turned around. His smile was so big it reached his eyes. You returned the expression: tears of happiness slightly wetting your cheeks. He used the pads of his thumbs to gently brush them away. 

“I’m so happy to see you home in one piece.” You breathed out. He chuckled.

“Me too princess, me too.” He said right before tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you up onto him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his slim waist, and your arms were engulfed around his neck. You were happy to have him back where he belongs, home. While the two of your were (clearly) happy to see each other, neither of you noticed the look on Curt, Frank, and Maria’s faces.

“Get a room!” Teased Frank. Billy set you down and you released yourself from his grip, a rosy shade of pink spread across your cheeks. 

“Maybe we will.” Replied Billy, smirking down at you and biting his lower lip teasingly. You felt faint yet again. But thank God for Maria for sensing how you felt and casually bringing up going to lunch. The five of you agreed on going to a family owned Italian restaurant and made your way to the car: with Billy sitting next to you of course.

You were sat at a large booth near the back of the restaurant. Frank and Maria were being “lovey dovey” as Billy called it, Curt was texting a quote on quote special someone, and you and Billy were catching up (though he was really just trying, and failing, to subtly flirt by endlessly complimenting you.)

“You look really beautiful, you know that?” He said, smirking into his drink. You playfully hit his arm and jokingly rolled your eyes.

“Billy.” You said 

“(Y/n).” He said back in the same tone.

“Don’t say that.”

“What? That you’re beautiful? It’s true.” 

“That I look beautiful.” You corrected. He stared into your eyes almost....lovingly?

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST DATE ALREADY!”

Curt’s outburst startled not only you but everyone else at the table, hell maybe even the whole restaurant! You couldn’t help but go wide eyed. Billy looked shocked, Frank was smirking, and Maria was about to ask to talk with you but was beat too it. 

“Thank you for coming out here with me.” Billy said, referring to you coming out into the chill air to talk with him privately. You smiled politely and replied that it was no problem. 

“About what Curt said...” He stated hesitantly, afraid of your reaction.

“Yeah, about that.......” You said, swaying back and forth, unable to look into his dark eyes.  

“Have you ever thought about it?” He asked. 

“Hm?” You hummed, not really thinking straight. He shifted his stance.

“Have you ever thought about what he said? Us.....dating?” He seemed nervous. The William Russo, playboy of the century, nervous when talking to you, a woman. It was unheard off. The two of you locked eyes for a moment before you looked away.

“Well, I guess I have thought about it a few times. Though sometimes I feel like we’re an old couple already.” You said with a nervous laugh. 

“I think we should try........if you’re willing to have me of course.” He stated confidently.

“You think we should date? You don’t think it will ruin anything?” You asked skeptically, but in the inside you were freaking out.

“Yes I do, and I promise I won’t fuck this up, just give me a chance to prove to you that I-”

You couldn’t help cutting him off by grabbing his collar and pulling him down to your lips. You could feel him tense in shock before coming back to reality and wrapping his hands tight around your waist, pulling you even closer. He smirked into the kiss and slightly pulled away.

“God I’m so in love with you.” He breathed into your lips. Your smile was so big it hurt your cheeks. You responded by putting your hands on his face, and kissing him passionately once more. 

“Well it’s about time!” You heard Maria say excitedly. You pulled away from Billy and looked behind him to see her, Frank, and Curt standing there with smiles on their faces. Billy too looked behind but never released you from his grip.

“Lets head back inside yeah?” Maria ushered the five of you and you all headed back into the restaurant, with smiles on your faces and Billy’s arm around your waist.