Scenario !! Protective step dad billy, and his rebellious step son reader !(Trans ofc cause it makes me feel seen and so happy)
Reader hates that his mom married billy, and so became more of a pain in the ass. For months they go back and fourth with billy trying to bond with the reader but the reader refuses. Reader sneaks out to go to a party and eventually gets caught drunk out of his mind by step dad billy. So step dad billy decides to teach him a lesson (spanking and CNC? 👀👀)
Then reader wakes up next to billy and freaks out but eventual fluff and readers mom so oblivious that her husband is fucking her son behind her back. Wondering why her dear husband dosent wanna touch her
This is so detailed oh lordss
I did the best as I could, I hope you like it ♡ I missed it over here on Dark Fic Tumblr
Warnings: CNC, Spanking, Intox kink, StepdadxStepson, Trans!Reader, Reader is a brat, Reader is 18 btw <3, Use of Daddy/Dad/Son
Your mom had met Billy two years ago, dated for a solid year before they got married. She had hoped to get a happy picture perfect family, fuck was she wrong! Billy himself had been hoping to finally settle down, even though you weren't biologically his son. Instead of kind and proud words between you two, it was slammed doors and snide remarks. He's tried everything! He bought you a better binder, he'd make protein drinks cause he'd hear you complaining over not having the right muscle mass. It never worked. Billy sat in the dim living room, nursing a beer, his broad shoulders tense under his faded t-shirt. He'd been waiting up, as he always did when you snuck out. God knew where you were tonight, which was a fucking high school rager. A single text from another parent with a warning was all Billy needed to go after you. Your mom had been out from a girls trip, a bachelorette party for her best friend. Billy grabbed his keys, jaw set in aggravation, you'd learn a lesson tonight.
It took Billy a solid twenty minutes before he found the party, deep in the woods near a lake of all places. What if you drowned? What if someone made you drown? It took another ten before he found you, slumped by a tree, drunk and glassy-eyed. "C'mon, kid," Billy muttered, hoisting your arm over his shoulder. You mumbled something incoherent, his lithe body sagging against Billy's solid frame. The start of the ride was quiet besides your slurred protests as you glared at him drunkly. Billy parked the truck on a dark trail. "We gotta talk, kid. You can't keep doing this." Your slumped in the passenger seat, head lolling against the window, the scent of cheap beer and sweat clinging to your clothes. "Whatever, man. Just take me home," he slurred, but your eyes flicked to Billy's profile— the strong jaw, the broad hands gripping the wheel even now that they were stopped. Billy turned, reaching over to shake your shoulder gently. "Look at me. You can't keep pullin' this shit. Sneakin' out, gettin' wasted— you're gonna get yourself hurt." You shoved his hand away, smirking with cocky drunkenness. "Not your problem. You're not my dad." That snapped something in Billy. He lunged across the console, grabbing you by the collar and hauling you closer. The cab felt smaller, charged. "Maybe not, but I'm responsible for you now." With a rough yank, Billy pulled you halfway into his lap, legs tangling awkwardly. You struggled, fists pounding Billy's chest, but the alcohol dulled your fight greatly. Billy pushed you over his knee— or as close as the truck seat and console allowed— peeling down those jeans and boxers in one swift motion. The cool truck air hitting your exposed ass, revealing the hidden warmth of your pussy and bottom growth. The first spank echoed in the confined space, Billy's palm cracking against bare skin. You yelped, bucking wildly in protest. "Stop! Fuck you!" Another strike, harder, turning the flesh pink under the dim glow of the overhead light Billy flicked on. Billy held you firm, one arm across your lower back, the other delivering punishment— smack after smack, each one building heat, making your pretty thighs quiver. "This is for actin' out," Billy growled, his free hand rubbing the stinging skin roughly before landing the next blow. Your protests turned to whimpers, body arching involuntarily, pussy lips parting slightly with the motion, a slick sheen betraying his arousal. Billy paused, two thick digits dipping lower to feel the wetness and your t-cock swollen. "See? So much, right? Do you feel good, sweetheart?" you didn't have to verbally answer, the way your cunt went tight around his two digits said enough.
"Get up, daddy's gonna make it all better. Don't worry your drunk little head about it." Billy coo'd, helping you sit up midway on your side and the console before he moved his driver seat all the way back so you could sit in his lap. "You gonna be good for daddy?" the question was a murmur but you obeyed, getting your bottoms off fully. Your hands go to his shoulders as he took control. You didn't see it, but Billy unzipped his jeans, his cock heavy and veined before he tapped it against your opening. "Daddy's got you." Billy didn't wait to slam in. The tight heat enveloped Billy's cock, your pussy clenching around the intrusion. "S'tight, daddy." your slurred, hips rolling to meet his, a hand going to your t-cock to stroke the little bit you had. Billy groaned, watching as the attitude slowly drained from you. From the outside, the windows were foggy and rocking but it was too dark to see it from the main road. "Take my cock, baby. Learn the lesson." BIlly's words and now his own hands helping you move was making a knot in your gut get tighter. Your soft maons grew louder, the haze of the cheap beer you drank making you sloppy but you really couldn't care. Sadly your orgasm came without warning, clenching Billy's dick like a vise so he kept going til his own orgasm flooded your cunt. His fluids leaked out around him, dripping to your thighs and his seat. Once Billy felt himself soften slightly, he pulled out, but letting his mind get back right before he moved anymore. You let your head fall to his shoulder, sighing softly yet not getting off. Your hands roamed his shoulders before dipping under his night shirt, feeling each line of pure muscle. "What're you—" Billy started, but you cut him off by grinding down, your slick cunt making his half-hard cock more of a mess and harder. "More," you breathed, hands roaming— one cupping Billy's neck, the other sliding down to shove his fat tip into your abused cunt. Billy's hands settled on your waist, steadying him. "Kid..." but you leaned in, lips brushing Billy's ear. "Dad," you murmured, the word slipping out like a confession, soft and needy. Billy froze, then groaned, the title hitting him like a punch. "Say that again, sweets." you did, bolder now— "Dad, please. Fuck me again." Billy lifted you slightly, guiding you down onto it, both moaning as he sank deep.
This time, it was slower, he let you set the pace— bouncing, grinding, hands everywhere; clawing Billy's shoulders, tugging his hair, even slipping under his shirt to pinch a nipple. Billy thrust up to meet you, hands gripping ass cheeks, spreading them as he drove in to help. "That's it, son. Ride your dad." your pussy clenched at the words, slick sounds filling the truck as you moved faster, chasing release. You came first and harder than the last time, "Fuck, Dad!" You couldn't help but be loud. Billy followed, flooding you again, holding tight as y'all rode the waves. Afterward, you slumped against him, grabby hands turning tender, tracing lazy patterns on Billy's chest. "Don't tell Mom," he whispered, a shy drunk smile breaking through. Billy kissed your forehead, starting the engine. "Our secret." The two of you got dressed and Billy started the drive home, you dozing lightly in the passenger seat.
The next morning, you didn't wake up in your bed, but in Billy and your mom's bed. The events of last night flashing in your mind vividly to be a sex dream. Billy was still snoozing beside him, but the weight of a muscled arm over your hips made you relax. "Is g'nna be okay." Billy hummed, pulling you back to him once you settled back down. "I got you. Always will have you."
