#billy hargrove is a tease

[randomperson351]

Well taken care of - BH + EM

Summary: You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer.

"Oh, hi."

You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.

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You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer. A slamming door from a few trailers away caught your attention, luckily the wind had just blown the door shut.

"Oh, hi."

You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.

"Hi, I uh-I didn't realise Eddie had company."

"Well, here I am." Billy leaned his hip on the frame of the door as he took his time roaming his eyes over you. "You want me to get him for you?"

"Please." You nodded.

"Hey freak, you got company!"

"Who is it?" A detached voice shouted through from somewhere within the depths of the trailer.

"One of Buckley's girls."

"Harrington?" It questioned with obvious bewilderment.

"No! I'm sorry princess, what's your name?" Billy turned back to you.

"I'm y/n."

"Billy, I said who is it?" The voice came closer.

"Y/n!"

"Oh!" Eddie ran out from his room and nearly crashed straight into the back of the blonde. "Hey!"

"Hi Eddie, I'm actually looking for Robin I was just wondering if you'd seen her anywhere?"

Eddie shrugged and looked genuinely regretful. "Sorry toots, haven't seen her since the bullshit pep rally, she left with Vickie."

You blew out a breath and tried to keep the exhaustion off your face at the thought of walking home. "Okay no worries, thanks anyway." As you turned to go Billy called out.

"Hey, you wanna use the phone see if you can find her?"

"You can't just offer my phone services." Eddie argued indignantly.

"Edward Waylon Munson! We have a pretty little thing looking for her friend in this shithole of a trailer park and you're going to begrudge her using your phone to find her friend?" Billy asked in a falsely incredulous voice knowing it would rile Eddie up, and rile him up it did.

"Of course I'm not, I'm just saying knowing the contents of most of your phone calls I don't want to encourage the same behaviour to anyone else."

"Does she really look like the type to be making promiscuous phone calls to you?" Billy gestured in your direction.

"Looks can be deceiving, I mean look at Wheeler! Chief editor of the school newspaper and yet she has guns, plural, hidden in her underwear drawer and I know for a fact-" Luckily Billy cut him off before Eddie could really get started on his conspiracy about Nancy Wheeler.

"I didn't ask about Nancy, I asked if you thought the pretty girl in front of us looked like the type to make deviant phone calls?"

"I mean-"

"No, she doesn't." Billy answered for him when Eddie looked ready to pull another argument out of his ass. "You're a good girl, aren't you sweetheart?"

"I don't know the proper way to answer that." You answered quietly, cheeks burning under the blonde's unwavering gaze as he teased you further with a wink.

"Why don't you come in babe?" Eddie saved you from his friend's scrutiny and offered you his hand, taking a step back to allow you space to enter.

"Oh I don't want to interrupt if you're busy-"

"Oh please! My blonde haired blue eyed friend is right, it would be remise of me to make you stay out there on your own looking for Robbie." Eddie insisted, wiggling his fingers.

With a hesitant smile and sigh of resignation you took his hand stumbled forward as you were essentially pulled into the trailer, Billy swinging the door closed behind you.

"You can go back to doing whatever you were doing, I'll just be a minute."

"Take your time sweetheart, we aren't in any rush. Phone's through there." Billy pointed towards the kitchen where the phone was attached to the wall.

"Come and grab me if you need any help." The dark haired man offered before springing back to his bedroom to continue tearing his drawers apart looking for the good weed he'd stashed there especially for the smoking session that usually took place between the two boys.

You watched as Billy walked back into the living room and lit a cigarette while waiting for whatever Eddie was looking for before wandering into the little kitchen and spying the phone on the wall, you dumped your bag down on the closest seat before picking up the phone and first dialling the video store where she worked with Steve.

"Family videos, a film for any of your needs right on your doorstep." His monotonous voice came through the receiver.

"Steve! It's y/n."

"Oh y/n hey! I missed you at the pep rally."

"Yeah I was late getting there, no biggie. I actually called to ask if Robin is with you?"

"Rob? No no she said she was going round yours to hangout after the rally. Is she not there?" Steve asked with a layer of concern audible in his voice.

"Uh no I couldn't find her after it ended." You admitted quietly, pressing the phone harder into your ear in a futile attempt to muffle the conversation from the head of curls that had angled in your direction.

"You need me to come get you? Actually where exactly are you anyway if you didn't leave with Robin?"

"I'm fine Steve don't worry, I'm sure she just forgot and went home so I'll try her there." You tried to placate him, not very successfully if the sputtering on the end of the line was anything to go by.

"Thanks anyway Stevie, bye!" You swiftly hung up the phone before he could protest and scrubbed your hands down your face, rubbing too harshly over your eyes in frustration.

You had officially been ditched so that Robin could swap spit with Vickie.

"Fuck." You swore under your breath as you started dialling the number for Robin's house instead.

"Here." You jolted and spun round at hearing Billy's voice right behind you, offering you a pre-lit cigarette as a sort of peace offering for frightening you. You hadn't even heard him get up.

"Oh, thanks." You took the cigarette and inhaled deeply, feeling the nervous edge you had unwind with the deep breath you were forced to take as the smoke filled your lungs.

"No problem." Again Billy held eye contact with you almost unnervingly until he'd backtracked out of the kitchen.

"Buckley residence." Robin's upbeat voice interrupted the moment you were stuck in with one member of the trailer.

"Robin, its me! Where the hell did you go? We were supposed to hang out after the rally."

"Oh shit y/n, my bad! I'm so sorry I forgot you know what I'm like, I was totally going to wait for you but then Vickie was like touching my arm and asking if we could go back to my place and whispering in my ear and I literally couldn't think straight so we just left and-"

"Got it!" Eddie shouted from his bedroom, waving the bag of weed victoriously over his head as he sprinted back through to the living room to a muttered ''bout damn time' from his counterpart.

"Who was that? Where are you right now?" Your friend asked after hearing Eddie's obnoxious bellow down the trailer.

"Does it matter, Robin? I'm clearly not coming over to yours anymore." You started to get annoyed that Robin just left you at the school and hadn't even remembered until you'd phoned her.

"Well are you going to be safe? I can ask Vickie to come and get you and we can drive you home?"

You stayed silent and pressed your fingertips into the corners of your eyes to stop the tears from falling, no matter how much your throat burned or your nose ran.

"I'll be fine Robin, have a nice day with Vickie." You said after hearing her in the background asking what was taking so long.

"Y/n-"

"She'll be fine Buckley." A heavily ringed hand had taken the phone and hung up for you, a hand belonging to Eddie Munson.

"Go keep Billy company babe, I just need to grab something." It seemed the weed they'd started smoking was already taking effect if Eddie's sudden lazy drawl was anything to go by, or the soft pat to your behind as he ushered you into the lounge where the other boy was. You quietly shouldered your bag along the way, not planning on sticking around for much longer since you would now be walking home.

"You need better friends pretty girl." Billy stated as you walked precariously into the room, eyes flitting over the various mugs that lined the shelves of the Munson's living room. His head lolled on his shoulder so he could see you; a lit blunt in one hand and reaching out with his other to nab the barely smoked cigarette he gave you, taking his own inhale and holding it for a few seconds before breathing out.

"I um- I actually need to get going." You said, gesturing to the front door with every intention of leaving when Eddie reappeared, taking your bag off your shoulder and placing it down on the floor beside him as he retook his position on the couch.

"I'm going to need that-"

"No you won't babe, sit down! Take a load off. You've had a stressful morning." Eddie patted the space between him and his blonde counterpart on the sofa. "Promise we don't bite."

Yet Billy was looking at you like he was starving and you were his next meal.

"Sit down." He repeated Eddie's offer with much less choice in the matter.

You licked your bottom lip into your mouth as you made your way between them, slowly lowering yourself down and scooting back to sit against the back of the sofa, both men watching you with an eerie stillness until Eddie (known for not being able to sit still) snatched the smoking blunt from Billy's fingers and took his own drag, shivering with the renewed rush through his system.

"You ever shotgunned before beautiful?" Eddie asked through a cloud of smoke.

"Uh, no." You admitted, turning your head to face Billy when he wrapped a piece of your hair around his finger and pulled.

"You ever tried weed before?"

Again you shook your head and your breath hitched when Eddie's own fingers started wandering along your thigh, his nails scratching along the seam of your trousers.

"Wanna try?" He offered. "Me and Billy can show you how it's done if you want?"

You hadn't realised how long it was taking you to answer or how close Eddie was to you until he curled his tongue out, licking along your cheek at the corner of your lips. You recoiled in surprise as you watched Eddie take his time tasting the hint of your vanilla lipbalm which unfortunately landed you virtually on top of Billy who now bunched your hair in his fist and gently pulled back, exposing the skin of your unblemished throat to both men.

"I'm not sure about this." You whispered meekly, the sensation of Billy running his nose along your neck was starting to visibly affect you, his open lips dragging along the skin making goosebumps rise underneath them.

"Not sure about what y/n? The fact that your own best friend ditched you for some ass?"

"Or believing it's a bad thing how much you're going to enjoy this?" Billy finished Eddie's sentence, his own tongue coming out to curl against your skin to have its taste.

"I-I'm not sure." Your mind officially left any thoughts behind when Billy pulled your head back down to look at them, the hunger in their eyes enough to make a nun blush.

"Just let us take care of you yeah? Nothin' to worry about." Eddie comforted you, leaning forward to finally press his lips to yours just enough to tease and then pull back. "That okay?"

"Mmhmm." You almost whimpered. Billy tsked, tightening his hand in your hair.

"Words Honey."

"Yes." You did whimper this time when Eddie gave his counterpart a playful shove.

"Don't tease William."

Billy merely side-eyed his companion before using his grip to guide your face to him only, stamping his own kiss onto your lips once, twice, three times before Munson shoved him aside to rest his lips against Billy's; gently blowing smoke into his mouth from the drag he'd taken when the two of you were occupied.

The blonde eagerly inhaled prior to turning back to meet your wide-eyed expression, breathing the smoke stored in his lungs into your own mouth and letting you exhale before sealing your lips back together, the sight of his tongue coming out to tease your own muscle making Eddie clear his throat.

"Give me the blunt, you kiss the girl." Billy rasped, untangling his hand from your hair and practically snatching the smoke from Eddie's guitar roughened fingertips.

It was almost comical how quickly Eddie jumped at the opportunity, wrapping his ring riddled fingers around your throat and using his thumb to keep your mouth open for his tongue to slide in, melting into your mouth like it belonged there in the first place. Billy could feel himself hardening in the denim of his jeans at the sight of you two together, connected by a string of Billy's spit that had been left behind.

You all jumped apart at the sound of a knock at Eddie's door. Sharing glances it was clear you weren't expecting any other visitors and at the second round of knocking Billy hauled himself off the sofa, stopping to bestow a kiss to both you and Eddie, storming off to the front door and fling it open to find the traitor herself.

"Well well well, Buckley and the beast."

"Excuse me?"

"What do you want?" Billy was keen to end this conversation as quickly as possible when the sounds of you Eddie doing more than making out starting reaching his ears.

"Is y/n here? She phoned earlier and I think I heard Munson in the background."

"After you ditched her?"

"Unintentionally." Robin stressed.

"Thereby unintentionally dropping her straight into our laps. I assure you she will be well taken care of."

"Eddie!" Your moan floated through from the lounge.

"Is that-"

"She'll see you later."

Billy kicked the door closed in Robin's face and stripped his shirt off, walking through to see Eddie massacring your neck with his hand stuffed down your trousers.

"Move over Munson, you've had her to yourself long enough."

"Ever heard of sharing Hargrove?" Eddie detached his lips long enough to say.

Billy didn't dignify that with a response, just leaned over you and claimed your mouth as his instead, sharing never having been one of his strong suits.

[teasemates]

AMA event stream [end] 🎥❌

Billy: As the stream wound down, Billy stretched his arms behind his head, feeling the familiar stiffness from sitting still for too long. The AMA had been far more exciting and fun than Billy had anticipated.

It was their first stream, and Billy hadn’t been sure how it would feel. He’d been nervous, the setup feeling strangely intimate—just him and Steve, alone, talking about personal stuff in front of an unseen audience. But then, halfway through, it hit him: it didn’t feel all that intimate after all. It was more like being in a crowd, and he was good at handling crowds. That realization gave him a shot of confidence.

Once he shook off the initial awkwardness, Billy started getting into it, like he would at a party when the vibe was right. He became louder, more outrageous, feeding off the energy of the chat. The more positive the reception, the more he played it up. On the surface, it was all crass jokes and cocky grins, but underneath, he was being 100% honest. The humor was his safety net—if something didn’t land, he could always shrug it off with a quick, "I’m just joking."

Doing a stream with a live chat felt a lot like performing for a crowd, and Billy thrived in that space. The energy, the back-and-forth banter—it was something he could easily play into, something that made him feel in control.

His eyes flicked to the chat, only half-listening as Steve answered a more technical question about their channel. One question in the chat caught his eye.

Who’s the better kisser?

Steve: After Steve had given his answer to the latest question, he glanced at Billy to see if he had something to say. He saw Billy looking at the chat and he glanced there too, realizing very quickly what Billy had to be looking at. Who's the better kisser?

Steve hadn't really known what to expect from the stream, but even if it was them two sitting on the couch by themselves and seemingly just talking to the camera, the interactions from the chat had made him feel that they were talking to a bigger crowd. And to Steve's surprise, it had been fun and far easier than he'd expected.

Originally they had agreed not to do requests from the chat, but this one though...He'd learned a lot of new things about Billy over the last two hours—and about the possibilities he hadn't expected, only hoped, actually being there. 

And the mood was right, too. The air was charged between them. It showed in the way Billy constantly kept shuffling on his seat, he himself having his fingers brushing through his hair all the time, the way they both kept glancing each other when they thought the other one wouldn't notice, how they both kept blushing at the more intimate questions. 

What would be a better ending to the stream than filling this request. And while at it maybe finding out if there really was something between them. If not, then he would've at least kissed Billy once, known how it felt.

Steve bit his lip for a moment before deciding to just go for it. “Um… There's that one,” he said, pointing to the question on the screen. “What do you think? Should we end with that?” he asked nonchalantly. A stupid grin he couldn't hold back spread across his face as he shuffled on his seat. “End this with a bang?”

Billy: They were sitting together on the worn-out couch in their small living room, the soft glow of the stream lights casting shadows on the walls.

Billy’s heart kicked into overdrive at Steve's words. The idea of kissing Steve wasn’t unfamiliar—it had slipped into his thoughts more times than he’d care to admit. But now, with the question hanging in the air and a live audience watching, it felt real, too real. His whole body buzzed with a mix of excitement and nerves. 

There was no way he was backing down. Not now. Not in front of Steve, and definitely not with the subscribers egging them on. Billy flashed a confident grin, the one he always used to mask whatever was going on beneath the surface. He wasn’t about to let Steve see him sweat.

“Yeah, sure,” Billy said, his voice steady, though the adrenaline was pounding in his veins. 

The chat exploded in the background, a chaotic blur of messages flying up the screen as soon as the words left Billy’s mouth. The energy in the room shifted instantly, the quiet tension between them now charged with something electric. The flood of reactions—excited, shocked, teasing—was impossible to keep up with, but Billy barely noticed. His focus was entirely on Steve.

Billy leaned forward slightly, grinning, though his pulse was racing. The comments in the chat were firing off in real time, but for Billy, everything had narrowed down to this one moment—him, Steve, and the thick, buzzing tension between them.

"Ready when you are, Harrington," Billy said, his voice low, carrying the edge of a dare.

Steve: Billy's confidence made Steve suddenly very conscious of the lack of any confidence of his own. But he had said yes, loud and clear, to a live audience, so there was no backing down now. 

“Alright then,” Steve said and turned to face Billy, placing his arm behind Billy on top of the couch for better access. 

He realized how close they were actually sitting. Billy was right there, just a lean away. So many times they'd sat on this couch, thighs brushing against each other just like now—but now he was acutely aware of it like never before. 

He looked at Billy in the eyes, managing to keep his breath from hitching just barely as he was met Billy's unwavering gaze. If he had ever looked at Billy's face from this close, he had never paid any attention to details. Because now he couldn't not see how long Billy's lashes were, or how many freckles he had, or how deep his cupid's bow on his upper lip was. Those lips were made for kissing—and he got to kiss them.

The weight and the vulnerability of the moment surprised him. A moment ago they'd been chatting away with a lot of people, and now it all blended into the background. Because all he could see was Billy. Suddenly he felt like he was about to kiss for the first time. And it was true, he'd never kissed Billy before—it was new. 

He smiled softly, leaning in, and landed his lips gently on Billy's.

Billy: Billy could feel the energy shift the moment Steve turned to face him. They had done so much in front of their audience before, but this felt different—charged. The live chat was still buzzing, comments rolling in faster than he could keep up with, but everything seemed to fade into the background as Steve’s arm rested behind him. The proximity between them was suddenly electric.

For a moment, Billy almost faltered. This was supposed to be casual—a challenge, even, for their audience. But as he met Steve's eyes, he realized there was nothing casual about it. Steve’s expression had shifted too, the usual playfulness in his eyes replaced with something more intense, more real. Billy shifted slightly, trying to steady himself, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in his stomach. He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening, as Steve's eyes traveled over his face. 

Billy’s breath hitched slightly as Steve leaned in, bringing their faces even closer. Now that he was this near, Billy couldn't help but notice the faint scatter of moles across his cheek, the shadow of stubble along his jawline, the exact shade of his eyes, a hazel that seemed deeper in the low light. Billy had never been this close to notice any of it before, not like this.

His heart raced as Steve closed the gap, and then their lips met. 

Billy had imagined kissing Steve for years, but no amount of daydreaming had prepared him for how it actually felt. The moment their lips touched, it was like a spark had ignited something deep inside him, something he hadn’t even realized was there. He had thought this kiss would satisfy the quiet yearning he’d carried for so long, but instead, it only made his hunger grow. The softness of Steve’s lips, the closeness of their bodies, the warmth of his skin—there was an insatiable need that surprised him, making him press even closer. His eyes fluttering shut as he let himself fully sink into the kiss. 

The nervous energy he’d been carrying melted away, replaced by something softer, more real. His hand lifted, almost without thinking, and he gently brushed Steve’s hair back behind his ear, his fingers grazing the warm skin just beneath. The simple touch felt intimate, grounding him as their lips moved together. There was something unspoken in that gesture—the world around them seemed to fall away—the chat, the stream, the audience. It was just them.

Steve: Steve moaned quietly and closed his eyes as Billy responded to the kiss. He had expected the kiss to be short and superficial, something you would do to fill a dare and then move on with it. But the dare was to see who was the best kisser, so it was fitting.

However… Billy leaning closer and melting into the kiss—this wasn't just doing a dare and trying to best the other. No, this was something different. 

Blood rushed in his ears and a chill ran through his spine, making him tingle everywhere, as he realized that maybe he wasn't the only one who was harboring feelings. He was not surprised the least by how much he wanted that to be true. 

Then, Billy's fingers were in his hair, brushing over his ear, and made his breathing hitch at the sudden sensation. Instead of breaking the kiss, he moved his both hands into Billy's hair, holding him gently in the kiss and deepening it. He savored how Billy tasted and lingered in the scent of his cologne, getting so deeply immersed into the fact that he was actually and finally attached to Billy's lips that he totally forgot that they were watched by a live audience.

Until he, inevitably, did remember it.

He took a quick breath as he broke the kiss by pulling back just a notch. He smiled softly, feeling his cheeks and the tips of his ears burning. He wanted to do this again. Preferably as soon as the stream ended.

“So, how was that?” he asked with a smug smile that tugged the corner of his mouth.

Billy: Billy's heart raced as Steve’s hands moved into his hair, gently pulling him closer. He hadn’t expected this kiss to feel so intense, so consuming. What had started as just a playful challenge now felt like something deeper, something real. Steve wasn’t just playing along anymore, and neither was he. 

Billy could feel the soft tug of Steve’s fingers, the warmth of his breath against his skin, and the way their bodies seemed to fit together effortlessly. It was everything he had imagined and more—but instead of satisfying the years of unspoken desire he’d kept hidden, it only fueled it. The kiss deepened, and Billy leaned into it fully, pouring everything into the moment. His fingers stayed tangled in Steve’s hair as if letting go would break the spell they’d fallen under.

When Steve pulled back slightly, Billy could barely catch his breath, his lips still tingling. The world around them, the stream, the audience—all of it seemed distant and muted compared to the intensity of the kiss.

Steve’s voice broke through the fog, but Billy was still too caught up in the moment to register it fully.

“I-uh...a...what?” he stammered, his voice soft and dazed. 

As their eyes met, Billy let out a quiet, breathless laugh, the haze of the moment finally starting to lift. He was still flushed, his heart racing, but the tension between them had shifted into something lighter, playful even. Without thinking, he slapped Steve’s knee lightly, still chuckling as the warmth of the kiss lingered between them.

"Alright," Billy admitted with a grin, his voice low and teasing. "Maybe you win."

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This is Billy’s and Steve’s Onlyfans RP account. Billy and Steve are “running” the account, the team behind it is Aggressiveviking & Suometar. Feel free to play into or out of the rp in any way you like, all interactions are welcome 💕💕💕

[harringroveera]

AU where Billy and Steve met when they were kids

[fizzigigsimmer]

Now give me Steve picking up his boyfriend in his fancy new pickup truck and Billy just giving him absolute shit about it. LOL

“Are we driving out to check the levy Steve?”

“Can I turn on the radio, Steve, or were you just gonna roll the window down and wait for a serenade from Mellencamp?”

Steve’s so annoyed with him but that doesn’t stop them from fucking in the back later.

[plistommy]

Billy deserved to see Steve in his cute little outfits that he had on in s4 and also to rip them off of him

[strangerchurby]

Just had this thought (related to the werewolf Billy thing) of Steve trying to get up to go to work while coming down with a cold or something. And Billy delicately bringing the cordless phone over in his jaws to get Steve to call out.

Which Steve refuses to do until Billy literally climbs up onto Steve's bed (which Steve has yet to haul himself out of, clearly) and just flops all of his considerable bulk on Steve to pin him there.

Finally Steve calls off and falls asleep half pinned under half curled around this massive golden wolf that takes up, like 80% of his bed and who will probably wake them both in a few hours to heat up soup and at the very least take out some steak from the freezer to defrost for Billy since he can't make roasted chicken or something.

[psychdelia]

wildflower by billie eilish except it’s post s3/4 billy feeling guilty and undeserving of steve, and almost bad for nancy? a weird sense of guilt because when he first moved to hawkins he would watch them when he thought no one was looking, lonely and yearning. wanted steve to touch him like that, treat him like that, love him like he loved her. but anytime he was caught, he panicked and spewed hate. anger was safe, anger protected him. a gay teen from california in hawkins? he didn’t have anything else to resort to. but now he’s too tired to be angry at the world and too in love with steve to ever feel how he did before nearly dying. but he never quite made amends with nancy. nancy, who he wonders if steve is thinking about every time he kisses billy. who he’s been too afraid to approach and talk to. who he feels hates him, and knows he doesn’t deserve steve. he knows she broke his heart, but he also knows steve pictured a life, a family with this woman. he doesn’t know if he can give steve that. billy wonders if he thinks about nancy more than steve does, too scared to ask. scared all his crazy thoughts will be confirmed. he knows she’s with jonathan, but he also knows that she was his first true love. she’s with jonathan, but he swears he feels her eyes on them whenever steve hugs, touches, kisses him. swears she’s giving them the same almost sad, wanting look he had to fight when he used to look at them.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

ANIMAL MAGNETISM ~ Part 1 ~ Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader - SFW, slight angst, building tension, Lifeguard Billy x Lifeguard Reader, bossy boss Billy 💖

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a small oneshot blurb, but a lovely follower requested a continuation, and you can find it here! I'm so excited to have given this a title, and there will be more to this story. 😎 Thank you to all who have enjoyed my work so far. You inspire me to keep writing, and I love you very much!

"Go fish out the change that kid dropped in the deep end. I don't want to wash my hair again." Billy was crunching potato chips in the shade as he barked orders at you while you were both supposed to be closing the Hawkins Pool. Typically you ignored him, but it was just the two of you for the end of the shift, the work needed to be done, and you knew he wasn't going to be the one to do it. You rolled your eyes and took the plunge just to get it over with.

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"Put the cover on so we can get out of here." He didn't even look at you while he spoke this time. You finally had enough of him telling you what to do, so you stormed over to him.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Billy's eyes snapped up to meet yours. You held your ground, standing with your hands on your hips, not breaking the stare. "What? Big, strong Billy Hargrove can't put the cover on the pool all on his own?" His blue eyes darkened like the sky before a storm, and he started to take slow, methodical steps toward you.

"What did you say?" He was trying to intimidate you, and you knew it. You weren't going to let him win this game.

"You heard me, Billy," you replied as he continued toward you until he stood right in front of you, your faces just inches apart. He jutted his chin upwards slightly and scoffed.

"No one tells me what to do, princess. Now go cover the damn pool so we can get out of here." The nickname sent a jolt through your stomach and up your chest -- electric butterflies.

"You've been ordering me around all day, and I'm so tired --" Billy put two fingers up against your lips and stopped you mid sentence. What the hell was he doing?

"Open," he demanded, his eye contact unwavering. You felt fire rise to your cheeks as you obeyed without question. He ran the pads of his pointer and middle fingers along the top of your silky, wet tongue back and forth, and slowly pulled them back out again.

"See," he started, tilting your chin up and running his thumb along your lower lip, cleaning up a small spot of escaped saliva, "you do know how to listen." Your mouth snapped closed when you realized what he had just done to you, and your trance was broken.

"That's not fair," you pouted, your brows furrowing as you took a step back. Billy donned his signature smirk and unwrapped a piece of gum, the scents of mint, chlorine, and Paco Rabanne pour homme pulling you back under his spell like a moth to a flame. He turned on his heel and strutted back toward the office, leaving you standing there to process what had just happened.

"Pool cover, princess!" His harsh tone made it obvious that you would still be receiving no help from him despite your attempt at leveling the field. Why did you obey him? Defeated and mortified, you left your desires to swirl around in your mind, reluctantly sauntering over to the cover and rolling out the long mat onto the top of the pool.

PART TWO ❤️‍🔥

[bookshelf-dust]

kiss him with chocolate lips

billy hargrove x fem!reader

gif by @biillys

word count: 1,837

warnings: swearing, some sexual references/themes, allusions to sexy adult things, play-fighting, reader and billy being in love and that love language is being little shits to each other (also acts of service), smooching and one use of the word saliva

synopsis: you decide to bake cookies, and billy decides he must be included, but you’d never let your cookies perish in return for an insatiable man.

a/n: hii!! i came up with a few lines of dialogue for billy a little bit ago, and then they just sat in my notes app because i couldn’t think of what to do with them. halfway through writing this, something i wanted to be sweet and silly, i felt lost and didn’t know how to end it or where to go with it, and started looking for inspiration. but then it came to me! and i’m very happy with how this turned out. i hope you like it! happy reading <33

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Your hands are buried wrist deep in cookie dough, because you got sick of the shitty spatula not doing its job. 

You keep folding it in and over itself, trying to get all the chocolate chips and dry ingredients properly combined. You feel like the cookies just don’t turn out right if you don’t get in there and make sure it’s the way it’s meant to be. 

You reach over and grab a handful of mini chips to toss in your mouth. You have this mixture of regular size ones, minis, and chunks that you swear by. 

“You missed the bowl.”

A pair of large, warm hands slide over your waist, pinkies grazing over that spot where your pelvis dips because they know that’s your ticklish spot and just want to see you squirm. 

“Fuck off, prick.”

Billy smiles into the soft and slightly sweaty skin of your neck, peppering kisses in a trail from your collarbone to your earlobe. You nudge him with your shoulder, trying to ward him off. 

He licks a stripe up the back of your neck. And if you weren’t making an effort to look annoyed by his presence, your eyes might’ve just rolled back into your head. 

Instead you let out a sort of strangled howl to emphasize your agony. You are busy, after all. Making cookies you know he’ll eat before you can have any for yourself. You’ll have to hide some this time. 

You elbow Billy in the stomach, but his hands never leave your hips. He’s chuckling lightly, enjoying every minute of teasing you and being the biggest nuisance he can be.

“I should castrate you,” you say, rubbing your nose with your forearm to avoid spreading cookie dough all over your face. 

Billy laughs into your neck, the tip of his nose cold against your warm skin. “Oh, but you like that part of me too much, baby.”

You scoff. “Dick.”

He places a finger on your chin so that you’ll meet his gaze. “Exactly.” 

“I hate you,” you say, your eyes boring into his and saying anything but. They’re practically twinkling just looking at him. 

He hooks another finger under your chin and coaxes you closer, “I know,” he smiles, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that tastes like chocolate chips. 

The flavor being on his mouth makes you pull away in shock. You put your hands on your hips and feign being absolutely appalled and ashamed.

“You come in here, on my ass, when yours has been fillin’ up on chocolate for how long?” You raise up on your tippy toes, trying your best to get in his face. He bends slightly to make it easier for you. 

His gaze drags over each of your pretty features in that way he knows gives you goosebumps. “You think you just get to eat ‘em all or something?”

You press your hand to his chest. “I bought the damn things, Hargrove. And I think, as the woman making the cookies, I’m entitled to eat as many chocolate chips as I want.” 

Billy leans in again and kisses you, but this time it’s slow, too slow, and sensual. The kind that feels like it lasts forever but in reality was a few seconds. One that really should last forever. It makes your brain go all fuzzy.

He drags his hand up your spine and pulls back. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Your stomach flips, your blood rushing to all the important parts of your body because he knows just what buttons to push and you despise him for it. Cocky little shit. 

“Now look who can use his manners,” you say, your voice taking on a sing-songy lilt. Billy grins at you, biting his lip, and then returns to his place behind you. 

You both settle down, quieting and melting into each other's presence. Billy watches over your shoulder as you pour in more chocolate chips. He knows you always hate it when people cheat you out of your chocolate. 

“I need a tray, B, can you get one for me?”

He pats your ass and moves to the designated cabinet without answering. He rips out a sheet of parchment paper without you having to ask. You always say that the bottoms don’t burn as easily that way, or you quote something from a cooking show you watched on tv that morning. 

He brings the cookie sheet back to you and then pushes up so he’s sitting on the counter next to you, bare thighs pressing into the cold stone. 

You pass him the rest of the chocolate chips to snack on and bend to kiss his knee. He blushes. You’ve been together for a few years now, but each time you give him affection in small, uncommon ways, it makes him feel like teenage boy. 

Billy watches you separate the dough into even-ish chunks before sliding it all into the oven. He tilts his head back and tosses the rest of the chocolate chips into his mouth before hopping down from the counter. 

He grabs your hips when he sees you move toward the sink. “Uh, uh. Go sit, mama. I’ll take care of it.” He knows you’re going to push back, and before you can he picks you up and places you in the living room. 

You let out a small huff and walk right back to your starting point. There aren’t even that many dishes to wash anyway, but what’s the fun in cooperating with him?

“Billy.”

“Hm?” He’s squeezing soap all over the dishes you’d already pre-rinsed. 

“Go sit your pretty ass down and let me do this.” You hear him laugh over the sound of the tap running and roll your eyes. He feels it. And he ignores you, squeezing out a sponge. 

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull, trying to lift him up the way he had with you just moments before. You manage to heave him up just enough that his toes leave the tile and he cackles at your effort to be such an adorable irritant.

He looks at you over his shoulder, your brow creased in concentration, the tip of your tongue sticking out just slightly. “How’s that workin’ out for ya, princess?”

“It’s not my fault you’re so big and heavy and strong.”

His ego practically skyrockets, his brain picking out any bit of flattery you’ll offer him. 

“Big and strong, huh?”

You cross your arms and spin around, hiding your wide smile before he can catch a glimpse at it. At how pleased you are to have riled him up. You let out a little petulant “Hmph!” and start to pad away. You know what’s coming though, and you try to pick up speed before you can be captured. 

Billy’s arms are around your thighs in seconds. He’s managed to turn you around and lift you up, throwing you over your shoulder like it’s nothing, like this is a normal daily task. “I’ll show you big and strong, pretty baby.”

You beat playfully on his lower back, fighting off a fit of giggles. “Billy! Put me down motherfucker!” He’s laughing too, all too pleased with himself for being able to get you like this. 

He pulls you down so you’re hanging onto his front and starts maneuvering you onto the couch. Your every nerve ending lights up when you feel Billy’s hand at the crown of your head, cradling you as he sets you down. 

The gentle manner in which he handles you does not correlate to the way he kisses you. 

Billy settles between your legs, grabbing your arms and coaxing them around his neck. He’s giving you a job, giving you instructions, and it makes your brain go quiet. Honing in on him, and nothing else. He’s all you can see, all you can smell, all you’re capable of thinking about. 

One of his hands slips beneath your t-shirt and settles against the dip of your spine, allowing him to pull you upward, allowing him to mold your body to his without you even having to put in the effort to arch your back and meet him. 

The other slips into the hair at the base of your neck, fingernails scratching over your scalp to get the goosebumps going, the heel of his hand rubbing determinedly at your skin, massaging it and reveling in the heat radiating off of you. 

Each time you try to say something, Billy kisses you harder, laughing into your mouth. He’s getting sloppy, losing himself in the taste of chocolate and lip balm and you. 

He sucks on your bottom lip, nips at it with his teeth, and it makes you let out a small, quiet moan. Billy slaps your thigh and you pull his hair. He groans, loud and unashamed. He shoves his knee in between your legs, meets the hottest, softest part of you and—

The timer on the microwave goes off.

Your cookies are finished. 

You pull back from Billy’s warm mouth, because you can’t let your cookies burn. What kind of monster would you be, letting cookies perish for a man? Absolutely not. 

His lips are still in a pout and there’s a string of saliva connecting the both of you. 

Instead of laughing like you want, you groan, “Oh dear Christ, ew, Billy.”

While he’s processing that you just said “ew” to him, you slide out from underneath his arms and race to pull the finished cookies from the oven. 

You’re carefully picking each cookie up and setting them on a cooling rack so they’ll become edible—without burning the skin off the roof of your mouth—sooner rather than later. 

Billy finally appears in the kitchen and puts a hand against the counter. His brow creases like he’s just been told something very serious, though his mussed hair and flushed cheeks say otherwise. 

“Did you just say ew to me, baby?” An evil smirk starts to appear on his face and he closes in on you. “You definitely don’t think it’s gross when I spit on your—” 

You shove a warm cookie into his mouth before he can finish that sentence. His face takes on a comical expression of his surprise, but he happily chews on the melting chocolate chips you’ve provided him with. He does like the warm cookies the best. 

You reach for a towel to clean off his face, but he moves too fast. 

Billy is kissing you all over, your neck, your collarbones, your cheeks and forehead. He’s doing his damndest to get chocolate all over you as payback for your teasing little attitude. 

“Billy!” you squeal, giggling and shrieking with joy. 

“Take it back! Take back that fucking ew, princess, and you can go!” He’s cackling, tickling your sides. 

“Okay, okay! I love your nasty ass, I do! Let me go!”

He removes his fingers from your hips and starts to wipe off your face with a wet cloth while you both catch your breath. 

“Damn right you do.”

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[teasemates]

AMA event stream [start] 🎥

Billy: Billy leaned against the narrow kitchen counter, idly twirling a toothpick between his fingers as he glanced toward the small living room. The apartment was cramped, too tight for his liking, but it had its advantages—mainly, Steve. They’d been living together for a while now, long enough that the tension had turned into something else, something almost comfortable. Not that Billy would ever admit it.

He could hear Steve in the other room, fussing over the setup for their stream, probably adjusting the lights for the hundredth time. Billy wasn’t nearly as concerned about that part of their operation. He knew what the subscribers wanted, and it sure as hell wasn’t the right shade of lighting.

He pushed himself off the counter and walked toward the small couch in their living room where they had their gear set up.

"You nervous?" he asked, trying to mask the nerves himself. He leaned against the back of the chair, looking down at Steve’s hair, still impossibly perfect despite how many times he ran his hands through it. "You know they’re just gonna ask the same stuff again," Billy said. “Like, ‘what’s your workout routine’ or ‘have you already done it together’." Billy snorted, light flush on his cheeks.

Steve: Steve tried to bury his nerves into getting the lighting perfect. He knew that's what he was doing, trying to distract himself. He'd seen the questions and some of them had got a bit under his skin. Lingered in his mind for a moment too long when he turned of the light at night and laid in bed, wondering how Billy would answer to them. So, now that the moment was upon them, he couldn't help but to feel nervous.

“Yeah, I know they don't care about the lights. I care,” Steve said glancing at Billy—and had to turn to look back at the laptop screen where his own face was now all bleak from overexposure. Billy looked nice, and Steve couldn't help his cheeks heating. “As if you just spent half an hour in the bathroom just for the sake of it,” he muttered, flustered.

He adjusted the light once more and finally found the perfect angle. He was almost certain he'd tried that angle before but he was almost sure the light had been wrong then. Christ, get yourself together Harrington, he thought.

Finally happy with the setup, he sat on the couch and took a deep breath. He looked up at Billy with a nervous smile, patting the worn couch seat next to him. “All right. Ready to answer once again 'no, we still haven't done it'?”

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This is Billy’s and Steve’s Onlyfans RP account. Billy and Steve are “running” the account, the team behind it is Aggressiveviking & Suometar. Feel free to play into or out of the rp in any way you like, all interactions are welcome 💕💕💕

[harringroveera]

Billy and Steve are flirting and they’re gonna make it everyone’s problem

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Future Holds Me (billy hargrove)

Summary: You and Billy get interrupted by Max and Eleven.

Warnings: Fluff

WC: 1K

requested: by @fandom-princess-forevermore my beloved <3\\ You asked about domestic fluff for Billy Hargrove. It's simple for me: Billy and his girlfriend are enjoying some quiet, intimate time when Max and Eleven interrupt to talk boys or other stuff. They all bond, and when she returns to Billy, the subject of kids is brought up, and she pictures Billy as a cute girl dad.

Read on A03!

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The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Billy’s bedroom, casting a warm light across the quiet space. You and Billy were tangled up on the bed, limbs intertwined as you lay in the comfortable silence. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm while you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“This is nice,” you murmured, tilting your head to look up at him. His lips curled into a rare, soft smile, his usual cocky demeanor melted away in the comfort of your closeness.

“Yeah, it is,” Billy replied, his voice low and husky. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter. Moments like this were rare, where he let his guard down completely, and you treasured them.

Before you could lose yourself completely in the moment, the door to Billy’s room swung open without warning. Startled, you both sat up, your peaceful bubble instantly burst by the two girls standing in the doorway—Max and Eleven.

"Hey!" Max greeted cheerfully, completely oblivious to the intimate moment she’d just interrupted. Eleven gave a small wave, her expression more reserved but curious as ever.

Billy groaned, flopping back onto the pillows with a dramatic sigh. “Seriously?” he muttered under his breath. “Can’t you two go bother someone else?”

Max ignored him completely, her attention already focused on you. “We were looking for you!” she said, her eyes lighting up. “We wanted to talk about boys.”

“Yeah, boys,” Eleven chimed in with a small smile, though her understanding of the subject was still a bit limited.

You laughed, sitting up a bit straighter. “Oh, yeah? Well, you’ve come to the right person.”

Billy rolled his eyes and sat up, clearly irritated at being interrupted. “You’re really going to leave me for this?” he asked, half-joking but with an edge of genuine annoyance.

“I’ll be right back,” you promised, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. He grumbled something under his breath but let you go.

You followed Max and Eleven out of the room and into the living room, where the three of you plopped down on the couch. The conversation flowed easily, with Max teasing you about Billy and Eleven asking curious questions about relationships. It was fun, bonding with the girls, and you could feel the sisterly affection Max had for you, especially now that she trusted you with her brother.

��Do you think Billy’s…good boyfriend material?” Max asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow as if genuinely unsure. Eleven’s eyes widened with interest.

You chuckled, thinking about how soft and gentle Billy could be when it was just the two of you. “He’s a lot better than he seems,” you admitted. “He just doesn’t show that side of himself to everyone.”

Max made a face, clearly not convinced. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Eventually, the conversation shifted from boys to other things, and by the time you were ready to head back to Billy, you felt a deeper connection to the two girls. They waved you off, satisfied with their bonding session, and you made your way back to Billy’s room, where he was sprawled out on the bed, looking impatient.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbled as you crawled back into bed beside him.

“Sorry, we got distracted,” you said, snuggling up next to him again. “They’re really sweet.”

Billy sighed, wrapping his arm around you again, though this time there was something more thoughtful about his expression. He was quiet for a few moments before he spoke again.

“You’re good with them,” he said softly, almost like he didn’t want to admit it. “With Max. And even with El. I’m not really…good at that kind of thing.”

You glanced up at him, surprised by the shift in his tone. “You could be,” you said gently. “You’re good when you try. Max looks up to you, even if she doesn’t show it.”

Billy’s expression softened, his blue eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability that he rarely showed. “I dunno,” he muttered. “Sometimes I think maybe I wouldn’t be so bad at that…you know, having kids.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had never talked about the future like this, not seriously. But now that he’d brought it up, you couldn’t help but imagine it — Billy as a dad, maybe even a girl dad. You could picture him with a little girl on his shoulders, her giggles filling the air as he pretended to be annoyed but secretly loving every second of it.

“You’d be cute as a girl dad,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Billy looked at you like you’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. “A girl dad?”

“Yeah,” you said, grinning now. “You’d be overprotective and teach her how to stand up for herself. She’d wrap you around her little finger, and you’d let her get away with everything.”

He snorted, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you teased, imagining a little girl with his blonde curls and piercing blue eyes, running around causing trouble just like him. “She’d be your mini-me.”

Billy’s smirk faded a little as he considered it, his expression growing serious. “I don’t know if I’d be good at it. I never had a good example, you know?”

You reached up, cupping his cheek with your hand. “You’d be better than you think, Billy. You’ve got a good heart, even if you don’t show it to everyone.”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were soft, filled with an emotion you rarely saw from him. “Maybe,” he murmured. “One day.”

“One day,” you echoed, your heart swelling with the thought of a future you hadn’t fully considered until now.

Billy smiled at you, a real smile this time, before pulling you closer. “Guess we’ll see.”

And in that moment, wrapped up in his arms, you couldn’t help but believe that maybe, just maybe, Billy could be the dad you pictured him as — protective, loving, and better than he ever gave himself credit for.

[plistommy]

I can’t believe Steve was arching his back and showing his ass against Billy’s grave… if it only was Billy’s face instead.

[buckysgrace]

You’re Billy’s girl and you’re back in his room after school and you’re kissing, he slides his hands under your skirt and feels you’re not wearing panties. He gets all mad outwardly, calling you a little slut and slapping your ass (what kind of girl goes to school with no panties on, huh), but really he’s getting so hard and flustered he can barely control himself. You’re totally his dream girl but he would never admit that to you.

This was yummy thank you very much hehehe, I hope you enjoy this!

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Warnings: Some spanking and degredation, unprotected sex

You were sprawled out on his bed, your face warm and electricity pulsing through your veins as Billy dragged his lips against yours. He tasted like mint and like the cigarette the both of you had just shared.

His strong palm lingered against the back of your knee, holding you in place as he gently stroked your skin. He moved his fingers up further, making goosebumps erupt from your skin as he began to flick his tongue against yours. You whimpered, melting against him as your kiss turned sloppy.

You enjoyed the sensation of his tongue against yours, how he flicked it against the tip of yours before he moved on to trace your teeth. There was no rhythm, just spit and urgency as he moved his hand underneath your skirt.

He dances his fingers up to your hip bone, tracing across your smooth flesh as his kiss became slower. You leaned forward, still craving the taste of his tongue as he came to a halt.

"What?" You asked him, your voice raw and lips swollen as you did your best not to whine. You could feel the desire between your legs, could feel the pleasure that was still simmering in your tummy.

"Fucking slut," He replied as he flipped your skirt over your hips, revealing your exposed skin to him. You chewed on your bottom lip, unable to stop your hips from moving as you stared at your slick cunt, "I thought you were a good girl?" He tsked, squeezing your ass cheek in his hand before he roughly smacked your skin.

You gasped, taken by surprise as the sound echoed in the room. A moan followed suit as he squeezed at your flesh again, his bottom lip captured between his teeth. His eyes were wide and hazy as he awaited your response.

"I am your good girl," You responded, knowing that at times you were anything but that. You dressed this way for a reason, liking the response that you gained from him, "What's wrong?" You mocked playfully, fluttering your eyelashes innocently like you were none the wiser.

"Really?" He scoffed as he smacked at your skin again, forcing you a little closer to him, "What kind of girl goes to school with no panties on?" He questioned, moving close enough that you could count the freckles on his nose.

"A bad one," You whimpered, unable to help yourself as he slowly dragged his fingers down to your wet folds. He touched you gently, teasingly before he pulled his hands away, "Billy, please."

"Please what?" He mocked, pouting his bottom lip out for extra effect as he pressed one of his fingers against your clit. You whimpered at the way your body jolted in response, pleasure shooting up your spine as you pressed forward.

"Fuck me," You spit out a second later, "I didn't wear them for you. I wanted to tease you." You cooed, gasping at the way he slowly began to roll his finger against your clit.

"Mhm," He flicked his tongue across his teeth before his lips grew into a smirk, "Just for me? You sure you're not being a little whore parading around like that?"

"No, no," You breathed out as you desperately took a hold of his bicep, "Never. I want you. Please. Wanna feel your cock." You moaned as you moved your palm over his tight jeans, pressing against the very obvious hard on.

He groaned at the sensation, twitching against you as his blue eyes grew darker. He watched you for a long moment, smirking before he pulled his hand away from your cunt.

You whined at the loss, beginning to form a plead on your tongue before he hastily pushed you back onto the bed. You fell flat, your skirt resting up over your waist as he kicked your legs apart.

You sat on your elbows, eagerly watching as he tugged his jeans off over his thick legs. You traced your eyes over his body, enjoying his strong muscles and golden skin.

Your eyes fell to his cock, drinking in how long and thick he was as he crawled up over your body. He pressed his thumb against your lips, tracing them softly as he positioned himself between your legs.

He wrapped his thick fingers around his girth, keeping his eyes locked on your features as you stared at the way he slowly stroked himself in his hand. He parted his lips, groaning loudly to tease you as you felt a fresh wave a desire spread through you.

"Billy, please," You whined in desperation as you rolled your hips forward, trying to feel something against your soaked cunt, "I need you so badly." You pleaded with him as you brought your eyes back up to his.

"Okay," He cooed as he rubbed his fat tip against your aching clit. You crooned at the sensation, desperately needing more of it, "I've got you, baby girl." He reassured you as he slowly and tantalizingly slid his cock inside of your fluttering walls.

You sighed in relief as your head hit the pillow, your mind fuzzy as your cunt stretched around his throbbing cock. You savored the way he curved, the ridges and how he fit inside of you perfectly. Like he was made for you.

He moved a hand to your hip, sliding the other one underneath your neck as he held you close to him. His lips brushed against yours, sharing a moan as he bottomed out inside of you.

Every time you took in a breath of air you swore that he slid in deeper and further. The pleasure was intense, shooting down to the tips of your toes and clear up to your foggy mind.

"This what you wanted, yeah?" He asked, groaning as he slowly pulled his hips back an inch or two before he thrusted deep inside of you again. You mewled at the sensation as your cunt fluttered around him, inviting him in even deeper, "You were just so desperate for my cock, weren't you?"

"Yes," You answered quickly, your lungs feeling tight as the weight of him began to press you into his mattress. You moaned as you moved your hands towards his bare hips, clinging to he dragged his cock in and out of your wet cunt, "Oh my God."

You moaned out in response, shutting your eyes tightly as the pleasure rushed through your body. His grip on your waist was tight as he moved you along the length of his cock. You breathed in deeply, feeling your toes curl in response.

"All my dumb baby had to do was ask," He mocked as he dragged his teeth against your bottom lip, nipping softly, "Woulda given it to you. You didn't have to be a little whore."

"M'sorry," You whimpered as the tip of his cock pressed against your bundle of nerves, making stars appear in your eyes, "Fuck, fuck." You chanted as you began to rock your hips up against him, desperate to feel more of him.

He groaned as he brushed his nose against yours, his breath hot against your lips as you continued to cling to his skin. You could feel your cunt clamping down around him, squeezing him in tighter as the muscles in your stomach clenched together tightly.

The sound of your skin meeting sent you over the edge, a loud cry leaving your mouth as you spasmed underneath his warm body. Your pleasure crashed over you, your clit throbbing as you came around him.

You gasped loudly as you continued to hold onto him, enjoying the way he was groaning into the crook of your neck. You felt your toes curling as soft moans fell from your lips.

You were leaking around his cock, soaking his bed as he continued to grind his cock deep inside of you. You pressed your hands roughly against his skin, savoring the feeling of him as his thrusts became more shallow.

"Jesus," He grunted as he rolled his head back, his blonde curls sticking to the nape of his neck, "You're such a good little slut for me. Fuck, fuck." He cursed, groaning loudly as he pressed himself deep inside of you.

You gasped, looking down at the way his cock was buried snug inside of your cunt. You shivered as his warm spunk filled you, painting your walls white. His lips fell open in bliss, his eyebrows furrowed together as sounds of pleasure fell from his tongue.

He stayed there for a moment, exhaling deeply as he brushed his nose against yours once again. You leaned forward, giggling as his lips pulled into a pretty grin.

"That was nice," He whispered softly, his eyes swimming with thoughtfulness as he stared at you. He paused, looking like he was going to say something else before he ultimately changed his mind, "Hope you got what you wanted. Brat."

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Billy’s Girl

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader!Reader (reader’s last name is Emmerson; no reason, just cuz)

Warning: Fluff, making out, Billy realizing he’s in love, and Jason Carver being the dick that he is.

Enjoy & let me know what you think! 💙

“Dude look at Emmerson, she looks fucking hot in that cheerleading outfit.”

“Nah man have you seen Chrissy? She looks amazing.”

“Yeah but have you seen that skirt on Emmerson? If she jumps a little higher, I’ll be able to..”

“Finish that fucking sentence Carver, and the only thing you’ll be able to do is drink your lunch through a fucking straw.”

Billy Hargrove turned around from his seat on the bleachers to glare at the boy seated directly behind him, who was objectifying his girlfriend. Now, dont get it twisted. No one loves cat calling more than Billy Hargrove. But now that he’s a taken man things have changed. He only had heart eyes for his girl. Little Ms Emmerson was one of the first people he met in this shitty, bumble fuck town when he first moved here with his fucked up family. She was beautiful, kind, and sweet, the love of his life. She was the light to Billy’s darkness. He promised her and himself that he would protect her at all costs. And he intended to keep that promise.

Jason Carver visibly gulped at Billy’s threat, knowing that the Hargrove boy wasn’t kidding. Billy’s glare deepened and it his nose flared, almost like a bull ready to charge.

“Sorry Hargrove, didn’t see you there. Just meant to say that your girl is gorgeous.” Jason said, attempting to calm the situation.

Calling her gorgeous? Strike two.

“Yeah I know she’s fucking gorgeous Carver, I’ve got eyes. Just keep your fucking eyes on your own girlfriend and shut your fucking mouth,” and with that, Billy turned back around, eyes back on his girl as she practiced with the rest of her team.

As if feeling his gaze on her, she turned and found Billy’s eyes immediately. She smiled wide and blew him a kiss before getting into the next routine formation. Billy pretended to catch the floating kiss and brought it to his heart. One of the girls around her whispered something and Billy watched as his girl smiled and blushed, the girls around her obviously teasing her about her their relationship. Her bright eyes found his again and Billy’s swore that in that moment, he’d never felt a love stronger than that. His heart tightened in his chest and he felt like he could explode with pride.

Practice ended an hour later and Billy found himself outside, leaning on his Camaro and patiently waiting on his girl. With anyone else, Billy would have driven off, angry at having looked like a fool for waiting an hour for someone. But for his girl? Billy would wait until the end of time. The gym doors opened and the sound of a gaggle of girls made its way to Billy’s ears. He looked up, arms crossed in his denim jacket as he waited to spot her, a smirk immediately forming on his lips when he did. She locked eyes with him and said goodbye to her friends, making her way towards him with a huge smile on her face.

“Hey handsome. Thank you for waiting for me,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose against his.

“Anything for you. Just don’t make it a habit. I barely wait for Maxine when she’s late,” he teased giving her a genuine smile, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

“That’s mean, you should wait for her more often. It’s going to get chilly soon,” she gently berated him, her fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. Billy suppressed the shiver he felt coming on, and pulled her closer. She giggled in his arms, pressed so tightly against him, and loving every moment of it.

“I’ll think about it. But I don’t want to think about my little shit head sister right now. I want to think about you in that little uniform of yours,” he whispered against her lips, barely touching. She played along, whispering a reply against his lips as well.

“Oh? And what about my uniform?”

“Just that it’ll look way better on my bedroom floor,” he growled and closed the space between them, pressing his lips hungrily against hers. He swallowed her gasp and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he devoured her. One of his hands slipped down to her behind, using his large palm to give her an impromptu squeeze. She squealed into the kiss and Billy laughed against her lips. When they broke apart, they were both panting.

“Woah, where did that come from?” She asked breathlessly. Billy grinned and nuzzled his nose against her again.

“What, can’t a guy show his girl just how much he’s missed her?” She smiled back at him and pulled him into a sweet embrace.

What she didn’t see, however, was Jason Carver’s car behind her as she and Billy were making out.

What’s she also didn’t see, was that while Billy was hugging her, he was sporting the biggest shit eating grin; his arm around his girl’s waist and middle finger up at Jason as he drove by, a scowl on his face.

[chloe-skywalker]

Knock Next Time - Billy Hargrove

Billy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of nudity

Word count: 368

Summary: Max walks in on Billy and Y/n in bed.

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Y/n and Billy had enjoyed themself’s last night. Having had the Hargrove household all to themselves provided the perfect opportunity for them to get intimate. Billy had woken up to the sun shining through the window. Next to him is his gorgeous and sexy Y/n.

Billy decided to wake her up by kissing and sucking along on Y/n’s neck. Which didn’t take long.

“Good morning Handsome.” Y/n smirked up at Billy as he hovered over her having just woken her up.

“Good morning sexy.” Billy smirked back, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You wanna pick up where we left off?”

Y/n licked her lips smiling at his brilliant idea. “I’d love to. . .”

As the couple got into their activities, luckily they didn’t get to far into things because the door to Billy’s room burst open.

“Billy can you take-” Max started but once she saw Billy and Y/n in bed together she stopped before exclaiming. “Oh GOD!”

“Hey Max.” Y/n blushed smiling at the redhead.

“Max what have I said about knocking?” Billy grumbled which Y/n felt since he was laying on top of her.

“Well maybe don’t be naked 24/7.” Max rolled her eyes facing away from them. Not wanting to see anything of either of them.

“Knock next time.” Billy shrugged, not caring.

“Don’t worry I will.” Max scoffed and gagged.

“Good.” He scoffed back.

“Max, what did you want to ask?” Y/n cuts in otherwise she knew just jeep going. The two never stopped bickering, just like blood related siblings. 

“I’ll wait.” Max grimaced before she left, closing the door behind her. “Gross.”

“She should listen to me the first time.” Billy mumbled, pissed off.

“Why are you naked all the time?” Y/n asked giggling as she thought about all the times poor Max must’ve walked in on Billy doing God knows what.

“Freedom baby.” Billy smirked, teasing her.

“You're so weird.” Y/n laughed, shaking her head at him.

“Now where were we?” Billy mockingly asked as he dipped his head down with a smirk on his lips at the thoughts running through his head of what they were about to get up to.

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