Billy’s smirk widened as y/n bent over to pick up a stray towel. She gave him a perfect view of her ass. His eyes lingered just a fraction too long as unconsciously licked his lips, taking in the way her swimsuit framed her ass and the subtle peek of cleavage as she stretched. He leaned back slightly, letting his gaze trace her curves instead of the cannon ball contest happening in the pool below.

As y/n stood up, adjusting her swimsuit straps, Billy's eyes dropped to her full breasts, barely contained by the red fabric. He imagined what it would look like if he reached out and tugged the top part of that suit down, letting those perfect tits spill out. He bit his lip, the fantasy getting more vivid by the second. He could almost taste those hard little peaks, could practically feel the weight of them in his hands. He shifted in his seat, his swim trunks getting tighter around his growing erection. Fuck, he needed to calm down.

Just then, a kid cannonballed into the pool, splashing water everywhere and snapping Billy out of his dirty daydream. He scowled, looking away from y/n for a moment to shout at the kids. “Hey! Watch it, you little shits!”

Billy pushed his sunglasses back up his nose as his eyes lingered back on where the chief of police's niece once was. She had then disappeared into the employees only area, his eyes lingering on her retreating form. Damn, she had the best fucking ass he’d ever seen. He shifted again, trying to get comfortable, but his dick was rock hard and throbbing against his swim trunks.

After a few more minutes of watching the kids, Billy decided he needed a break. He stood up, whistling sharply to get one of the other lifeguards' attention. “Cover for me for a bit, will ya?”

Billy doesn't waste any time walking towards that door. Booking it like a man on a mission, not giving a damn about the middle aged moms ogling him in the same way he had done to y/n. He pushed the employees only door - a grunt rumble in his throat. He watched y/n bend over in front of the vending machine to retrieve her cherry coke. Fuck, that red swimsuit framed her ass perfectly. He could see the curve of her thighs and the way the fabric clung to her cheeks. His cock throbbed painfully against his swim trunks as he stepped closer without thinking.

As y/n turned around, startled to see Billy standing so close, his eyes immediately dropped to her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off of him - and of course her eyes fluttered up and down his chest. She was just as subtle as he was. That was their game - poking and prodding, but never crossing the line.

He reached out, bracing his palm against the vending machine next to her head. He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against her covered breasts. Her breath hitched as his hard length pressed into her stomach as he leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Need something sweet, huh?” His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down her spine.

“couldn't get my hands on you, so this will have to do” y/n said, without missing a beat as lust and mischief clouded her pretty eyes.

Billy's smirk turned into a full blown grin at her comment. Fuck, she was killing him slowly with this back-and-forth flirting. He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve got something sweet right here”

He pressed his hips forward slightly, letting her feel the full hardness of his cock through his swim trunks. Her standing so close in that tiny fucking swimsuit wasn't helping. Y/n's eyes darkened with desire as she felt his length press against her. She knew she shouldn't encourage him, but damn, it was hard to resist. She looked up at him, her lips curved into a smirk. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he growled softly, his hand coming up to grip her hip possessively. He ground against her slightly, letting her feel every inch of his throbbing erection. “Something long and thick that’ll hit all the right spots” His other hand reached up to trace her bottom lip with his thumb.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Mm, sounds delicious” she tilted her head, her face inching closer to his - just enough that their noses almost touched. She knew she was poking the bear, teasing the boy everyone feared.

Billy's breath hitched as she tilted her head, their faces inches apart. Fuck, she was gorgeous close up like this. Those big doe eyes full of mischief and desire staring back at him. Without thinking, he leaned in even closer until their lips were almost touching. “Wanna taste?”

Just before his lips even grazed hers she pulled back, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I think I'm good with my coke,” she pulled back fully, biting down on her lip to prevent a full blown grin to appear. “it's cherry flavored and all, can't pass it up”

Billy stared at her for a moment, stunned by her sudden retreat. Fuck, she had him by the balls and she knew it. He watched as she took a long sip of her soda, those pretty pink lips wrapping around the upper part of the bottle. His dick throbbed painfully at the sight. “Don't fuck with me right now” He took a step closer again, his voice dropping.

“maybe you should go and get some sun,” y/n responded - that tone just screamed spoiled brat. She plucked his sunglasses off his face, revealing those stony blue eyes. “it's good for you” she put his sunglasses on and slipped out from between him and the vending machine.

“Goddamn it” he growled under his breath, watching her hips sway in that fucking red swimsuit as she walked away. He was hard as a rock and she was acting all innocent like she didn't know what she was doing to him.

He stormed out of the employees-only area, his swim trunks tenting obscenely. He didn't give a fuck who saw him - he needed to cool off and fast. He dove into the pool, submerging himself completely. The cold water did nothing to ease his erection though. Billy finally surfaced. He wiped the water from his face, his eyes immediately scanning the pool area for y/n. When he spotted her sitting on that lifeguard tower - his sunglasses on and her legs crossed, his resolve broke. Fuck it, he thought. Two could play this game.

He strode over to the edge of the pool, his hips rolling with each step. He gripped the edge of the pool, his arms bulging as he pulled himself up. Water dripped down his torso, running into the deep V of his hips. He saw y/n's eyes drop to his chest, his sunglasses hiding her expression. But he knew she was looking. He unconsciously flexed his muscles, water droplets sliding down his chest. He was aware of how his swim trunks hung low on his hips, showing off his body.

He saw her bite her lip, her legs uncrossing and recrossing beneath her. He smirked, knowing she was affected. Slowly, deliberately, he ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face. His abs contracting with the movement.

Finally, he couldn’t take it. Y/n hoped down from the tower, switching shifts with Heather Holloway. In a flash of reckless energy, Billy grabbed her hand mid-stride and dragged her toward the empty locker room, the thrum of tension between them palpable. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving only the faint echo of dripping water and their heavy breaths.

The locker room was dim and empty, the only sound being the dripping of water from their wet bodies. Billy pressed y/n against the lockers, his hands gripping her hips possessively. “You think you can play me like that?” He growled, pressing his hard body against hers.

A small smirk tugs at her lips as she shrugs. “I suppose”

“Fucking brat,” He murmured hotly, his hands sliding down to grip her ass possessively. “You're asking for it,” His voice dropped lower, his hips grinding against hers suggestively. He could feel her small body pressing back against him instinctively. “You like fucking with me?”

He lifted her up abruptly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the lockers. His kiss was intense, almost violent, his tongue dominating hers. His hands gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss. He was completely lost in the moment, all rational thought forgotten. His hips pressed into hers, his hardness grinding against her center through their swimsuits. He groaned into her mouth, biting her bottom lip hard. He was so fucking hard it hurt. He needed to fuck her right then and there.

“are you gonna fuck me or not?”

Billy's eyes darkened at her blunt question. He pulled back just enough to growl, “Shut up and spread your legs” His hands were already pushing her swimsuit down roughly. He didn't care about being gentle right now. He needed to be inside her immediately.

He pushed her swimsuit all the way down, exposing her bare pussy to him. He didn't waste any time, grabbing her thighs and pulling them apart roughly. His cock was already throbbing and leaking prep inside his swim trunks. He pushed the fabric down just enough to free his hard length. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit a few times, making her shiver. Without warning, he thrust inside her hard and deep, filling her in one brutal motion. He didn't give her time to adjust, immediately starting to move his hips in rough, pounding thrusts.

“fuck! Billy!” y/n cried out, tugging at his damp hair.

“Shut the fuck up,” He snapped, his hand covering her mouth to muffle any more noises. He fucked her aggressively against the lockers, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the empty room. His balls slapped against her ass with each deep thrust.

She groaned desperately against his palm, her eyes fluttering. Billy's thrusts grew even more forceful at the sensation of her nails digging into his skin. He was fucking her so hard the lockers started to rattle. His cock was throbbing inside her tight pussy, hitting her walls deeply with each thrust. “You tease me,” he grunted. “All. The. Fucking. Time”

“So I'm gonna fuck this little pussy until you can’t even walk straight,” He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her. “what would your chief of police say? If he saw his precious little niece hobbling around because I fucked you so good”

Y/n moaned louder against his hand, the filthy words turning her on even more. She knew she should tell him to shut up but God, the idea of her uncle Hop finding out how roughly Billy was fucking her was so wrong... But maybe hot? Not like Hopper would find out, he didn't have to worry about y/n. He's getting gray hairs making sure El's door is open 3 inches because Mike is over all time now. If someone as sweet as Mike Wheeler could almost give Jim Hopper a heart attack, God only knows what someone like Billy Hargrove would do to him.

Billy's thrusts grew even more brutal, his mind racing with dirty thoughts of Hopper finding out his precious niece was getting pounded by the town's bad boy. The idea only fueled his aggression. He pulled his hand away from her mouth to slap her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.

“Your uncle would lose his fucking mind if he knew I was fucking his little niece against these lockers,” He growled, his pace relentless. “He thinks that funkin' Wheeler kid is a bad influence? He should see how fucking well my cock fits in his precious y/n's pussy”

A desperate moan fell from her lips. Only Billy would turn something she told him confidence into dirty talk - Last time she told him anything.

“That's right, princess,” Billy sneered, his hips snapping forward harshly. “You're such a good girl, always doing what your uncle tells you. But look at you now, getting fucked raw by the town's bad boy against the lockers” He slapped her ass again, the sound echoing loudly.

Y/n's head fell forward, his teeth latching on to his tattooed shoulder. “B-billy”

“Fuck, you're gonna make me come” He groaned, his cock throbbing violently inside her tight channel. The idea of Hopper discovering this was making him fucking wild. He reached down and slapped her clit roughly, knowing it would make her scream louder into his shoulder.

“You know what else your uncle would freak out about?” He panted against her neck, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “The fact that I'm not just fucking you... I'm fucking your brains out. I'm the worst thing that could happen to his little princess”

“Oh, fuck off” y/n said breathlessly, her head falling back against the cool lockers.

“You love it,” He countered, his hand wrapping around her throat gently, not squeezing but the threat was there. “You love being fucked by a bastard like me. Admit it”

Before she could respond the door to the locker room opened and Heather called out y/n's name. “Y/n?” her eyes widened as Billy kept moving. She bit her lip, thanking God they were covered by the row of lockers.

Billy's eyes gleamed with malicious excitement as Heather's voice echoed into the locker room. He didn't stop thrusting, if anything, he moved faster, quieter. “well?” he whispered so only she could here. “it's rude to ignore someone…”

She cleared her throat, trying everything in her power to sound not completely wrecked. What made matters worse? She was so, so close - tears in the corner of her eyes close. But she responded anyway. “y-yeah?”

He heard the shakiness in her voice and smirked, knowing she was close. He deliberately slowed down his thrusts to a torture pace, making her whimper silently. On the other side of the lockers, Heather was getting suspicious. “You alright?” She asked, her voice closer.

“Y-yes! Just my locker got jammed” y/n quickly responded, her hips arching in hopes he'd pick up the pace again.

Billy suppressed a laugh at her desperate expression. He could feel her so close to the edge. He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in slowly, making her bite back a moan. He could hear Heather's footsteps approaching the row of lockers they were hiding behind. “Need help?” Heather asked.

“N-no!” she said a little too quickly as her vision went stary and the tight knot in her stomach snapped. “I'll meet you out there when I'm done, a-alright?”

Billy watched her face contort in a silent scream as she came, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He couldn't believe how fucking hot she looked like this. He wanted to keep fucking her through her whole damn orgasm. He heard Heather huff before her footsteps faded away. Once he knew Heather was gone, Billy picked up the pace again, fucking her hard and fast like he had been before. He buried his face in her neck to muffle his moans as he came inside of her. “Goddamn” he breathed out, pulling out and fixing his swim trunks.

He leaned against the locker, catching his breath. He watched as she leaned against the locker, her legs shaking. She looked like she'd been thoroughly fucked, and he loved it. He watched her pull her swimsuit back up and over her breasts hiding the wet spot that was probably soaking through. “You alright?”

“wouldn't you like to know” y/n mumbled, tugging at the suit around her hips and made sure it fit comfortably around her ass.

Billy rolled his eyes, pushing off the locker. He walked over to her and smacked her ass hard. “Don't be a brat. I just fucked you senseless. You're welcome by the way” He smirked arrogantly.

Y/n rolled her eyes. He just chuckled, walking out of the locker room without a care in the world. He heard her mutter something under her breath that sounded a lot like “asshole” before she followed after him. He smirked to himself, knowing she'd follow him anywhere. Especially after he just gave her the best fuck of her life.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Melvald’s General Store smelled like coffee, dust, and floor cleaner. Joyce moved down the narrow aisle, restocking shelves while Hopper trailed behind her like a storm cloud in a flannel shirt.

Hopper rubbed a hand over his face, already worked up.

“And then El, she just… slams the door,” He shook his head, mustache bristling. “Right in my face”

Joyce didn’t look up. “Uh-huh?”

“You know, it is that smug son of a bitch, Mike,” Hopper continued, voice dropping into a growl. “He’s corrupting her, I’m telling you,” He scoffed. “And I’m just gonna lose it! I mean, I am gonna lose it, Joyce”

Joyce sighed, pushing a box of batteries into place. “Just take it down, Hop”

“I need for them to break up”

She stopped and turned to him. “That is not your decision”

“They’re spending entirely too much time together,” Hopper said, pointing vaguely, as if Mike Wheeler were hiding behind the canned goods. He followed Joyce as she moved again. “You agree with me about that, right?”

“Well…” Joyce hesitated. “They’re just kissing, right?”

“Yeah, but it is constant,” Hopper groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It is constant, okay? That is not normal. That’s just not healthy”

Joyce shrugged lightly. “You can’t just force them apart. I mean, they’re not little kids anymore, Hop. They’re teenagers. If you order them around like a cop, they’re gonna rebel. It’s just what they do”

Hopper huffed. “I never had to worry about y/n like this… still don’t,” He shook his head, almost proud. “She’s smart. Responsible”

Joyce paused again, giving him a look.

“Jim…”

“What?”

“Didn't you say she’s been coming home late a lot this summer?”

Hopper waved it off immediately. “She’s got a job. Two jobs, technically. Lifeguarding, swimming less-”

“At the pool” Joyce said carefully.

“Yeah. The pool”

Joyce leaned against the shelf, folding her arms. “And you’ve never once wondered why she suddenly loves working doubles?”

Hopper opened his mouth, then stopped.

Joyce tilted her head. “You know, it’s funny. You’re worried about Mike Wheeler corrupting El… meanwhile your responsible niece is very good at not getting caught”

Hopper frowned. “Getting caught doing what?”

Joyce raised an eyebrow. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”

The bell over the door jingled as a customer walked in, but Hopper barely noticed. His jaw tightened, suspicion slowly creeping in.

“…She wouldn’t,” he muttered, more to himself than Joyce. “She knows better”

Joyce gave him a small, sympathetic smile.

“They always do,” she said. “Until they don’t”

“Maybe they like you or something. There’s like no way two dudes that attractive are out for your head,” Steve said, having a good point, but even if they were bully-flirting, y/n despises that.

“Maybe if they were a bit nicer, I’d give them a chance to make out or something, I don’t know,” y/n chuckled. As she and Steve laughed, Billy and Eddie looked their way. Their tables have always been close to each other, so most jokes had to be made quietly.

“Oh god, here they come,” y/n said, making her and Steve straighten themselves up and act like they weren’t just talking about them. It was obvious, but still worth a try.

“Here we go again — The rich prick and queen of Hawkins making a fool of us like we wouldn’t know,” Eddie said in his annoying, sarcastic voice. “I’m not the queen of Hawkins, Munson,” y/n said like she has always said. It’s been years, and they still tease her.

“Oh, but you are — You should accept my date offer,” Billy smirked with that stupid toothpick in his mouth, making y/n and Steve laugh. “In your dreams, Hargrove,”

“So, you’d go out with rich boy here, let him work you up, but not us?” Billy asked, trying to get under y/n’s skin. “He’s my best friend, so he’s not working anything up- And why would I go on a date with you? Billy Hargrove…”

As y/n was making conversation with the two young men, Steve felt a bit off about what she said just a second ago. He wished y/n would go out with him, but he swore she wouldn’t. It’s almost like the two young men always bring that conversation up to annoy Steve.

“C’mon, I bet you’d love the feel of my rings. Just give me a chance,” Eddie smirked as he played with the rings on his fingers. Somehow, y/n’s stomach dropped, but not from disgust.

Y/n felt ashamed at the thought of someone’s rings twirling around in her. That doesn’t mean she was thinking about Eddie, though, right? She would never… Billy and Eddie rarely flirt with her like this, so that sexual comment was unexpected.

At times, the two boys would tease y/n at parties or when they saw her out at the mall, telling her she should just accept them. Of course, she denied them, but she can’t lie and say the thought hasn’t crossed her mind. It’s Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove for God's sake.

“Thank you, but no thank you, guys,” y/n rolled her eyes to appear uninterested, despite her stomach twisting and turning. “You know — You should be thankful when it comes to us. Anyone would die to be in the position you’ve been in all these years,” Billy couldn’t hold back his cockiness for too long. He never could.

“I’d gladly give it up if it means you two dickheads will take my no for an answer,“ y/n let out. “We know that’s a damn lie,” Eddie scoffed. He and Billy have always felt like y/n would fall to her knees for them. They were just assholes, but if they stopped for just a second to be a bit nicer, y/n would have no excuse to deny them.

“Like, c’mon guys- It’s been four years, we’re graduated, and in college — Shit, you’ve always been a bit older than me, Eddie, so don’t you think your time has expired to continue asking me to fuck?” Y/n angrily went off. Now she’s really annoyed.

“I bet you don’t give a damn about my age with all the people you’ve fucked,” Eddie snapped back, making y/n’s eyes widen and face drop. What was he talking about? No one knows about her personal life. Not even Steve, her best friend.

“The fuck are you talking about-” y/n tried to stay tough and act tough, oblivious, but was cut off. “College graduates are very much older than me, so I don’t think my age is the problem here, princess,” Eddie said, knowing he had y/n’s tongue.

“I think I know what your problem is — It’s you being a stubborn bitch,” Eddie spat, calling y/n out of her name in anger, but not meaning much rudeness behind it. “Hey, hey!- Watch your fucking mouth,” Steve finally stood up in front of Eddie’s face.

“Ohh, don’t act like you’re not thinking the same thing, Harrington — You’re telling me, you’ve been best friends with y/n for four years and haven’t thought about fucking her? You’ve never gotten mad at the men she’s probably fuck that isn’t you?”

“No, now leave! We’re trying to have lunch,” Steve slightly shouted as he tried to keep his cool. “What do you think? — I think he’s lying,” Eddie asked Billy, who stood there with a cocky look, knowing they were both getting under the two best friends' skin. “He definitely is.”

Steve knows the two had suspicions about his feelings for y/n. In all honesty, every man can tell, and that’s why y/n was and is too blind to see it. Steve knows Billy and Eddie love poking at his sad friendship, which he wishes were more. He hated it.

Thankfully, Billy and Eddie walked off without saying a word. They both felt like they've said enough to the two.

“Who would’ve known Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson would be the worst duo in Hawkins University's history?” Y/n joked, trying to get rid of the awkward silence they were sitting in.

Steve laughed, but still couldn’t shake his mind off what they said. Yes, Steve is hurt by the men y/n goes around with. He just can’t get upset. He doesn’t own her. They’re not even together. She shouldn’t have to stop her sex life for a friendship.

“Holy shit,” y/n cursed right after she chugged a cup of hard mixed alcohol. She’s been at this house party for a good hour now, and knows some of them from her team. Some she can talk to, and others she’ll drink with. Sadly, she’s still missing one person. Steve, who didn’t want to come tonight.

He lied and said he wasn’t feeling well and needed to study anyhow, but in actuality, he didn’t want to stand around and watch people flirt with a girl he wanted the most.

Steve knew y/n would get drunk at the party, so he’ll still be ready to pick her up whenever she calls him.

“Well, isn’t it little miss princess at a jock party?” y/n quickly turned around to the familiar voice, just to see who she hoped wouldn’t be here tonight. She could've sworn Billy’s ex-girlfriend was at another party, and he’d go there to do his usual.

“Dude, c’mon — You’re not even an athlete,” y/n sighed, speaking about Eddie. “But he’s my best friend, and I believe that’s enough,” Billy smirked as he took a step towards y/n, just like Eddie.

“Whatever you say,” y/n went to step by them, but both of them got in her way. “Why are you here? Lookin' for a new fuck?” Eddie jokingly asked. Y/n could feel the liquor in her, and for a second, she was about to lash out, but instead, she kept her cool.

“No, I’m literally on your basketball team, Billy,” y/n rolled her eyes at how stupid they could be at times. It seems like all the time, if you ask her.

“Where’s your little lover boy at?” Eddie asked, confused about why he wasn’t with her. “At home, and for the last time, we’re not dating. We’re just best friends.”

“Believe what you want, but we know a man in love when we see one,” Billy said. “Don’t care, now leave me be,” y/n said, tryingto pass them again, but of course… They got in her way. This time she slightly stumbled, showing how tipsy she really was.

“Can you guys just fuck off? Damn!” Y/n shouted in anger already. That alcohol instantly hit when she yelled. Maybe Steve should come pick her up now before she accidentally punches one of them in the face.

“Watch the tone, princess,” Eddie said as he leaned into her face, intimidating her without wanting to. “You good? — Lookin' a bit tipsy,” Eddie chuckled as he looked at her pupils.

“You finally gonna let me fuck?” Eddie asked more seriously than he’s ever asked before. “E-Ew,” y/n suddenly stuttered. “Just- Just leave me alone,” y/n slurred as she finally pushed past them.

After a good hour or so, y/n walked around the house to find a house phone if these people even had one. She eventually found one upstairs since people were using the one downstairs for pizza delivery or prank calls.

“Yeah, and they t-tried walking up on me, but I left,” y/n said with a smile, proud of herself even though Eddie’s comment made her feel a certain way once again. He always had a good way with his words and that damn face. God, she hated them.

“Wait, where are you?” Steve asked. “Upstairs, but I’ll go back down once I hang up,” y/n said, thinking nothing of how empty the hallway was for a college frat party with mostly athletes.

“Y/n- Go down right now! Hurry up, t-that shit is dangerous,” Steve panicked. Y/n quickly understood and went to hang up the phone, but saw someone coming up the stairs. It was Eddie and Billy. Of course

“Well, well, well,” Eddie said, eying the drunken girl on the phone. The way she slightly wobbled back and forth showed how many shots she should’ve denied, but it’s y/n. She’s known for outdrinking the men all the time.

“Well, isn’t it pretty little princess on the phone with her obsessive boyfriend” Billy teased. “Y-Yeah, and he’s on the way! S-So fuck off!” Y/n slurred with shouts for no reason. She wasn’t thinking about her being alone and vulnerable.

“You sure you wanna go? How about you stay for a little while? There are a few rooms open,” Eddie suggested, sounding the most serious he’s ever sounded. “H-Hell no,” y/n forced her disgust.

“C’mon, I bet you’re so lonely, right? Harrington isn’t here to tell you what to do. You might as well have a bit of fun before he gets here,” Billy started getting into her head as the two men made their way towards her.

Y/n was silent, still holding the phone, but not saying anything. She had no idea what to say. Should she yell at them, yell for Steve through the phone, run downstairs? Steve continuously yelled through the phone, but y/n ignored him. Why? She didn’t know why…

“C’mon- We’ll give you what you want — Been waitin’,” Billy said as he softly grabbed y/n, hoping she wouldn’t put up a fight, but surprisingly, with her frozen state, she did.

“Let me go,” y/n pushed softly. “I said, let me go!” Y/n tried raising her voice a bit louder, but this was Billy and Eddie… If they saw a chance, they’d take it, and she panicked about that. She can’t get along with them. Not Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove.

Steve yelled through the phone a few times before hanging up and running out of the house. He needed to get there fast. He had no idea what was happening.

“Billy, let me go,” y/n dragged her words started forcing her into a room that Eddie closed the door to when they finally all made it through. The two didn’t want to waste any type of time. Y/n wasn’t fighting to the point she really wanted them to let her go, so before she did want them to leave her be, they needed to hurry.

“This bed is small as fuck,” Billy said, keeping a tight grip on y/n. “Doesn’t matter, we’ll make it work,” Eddie said right before Billy placed y/n on the small bed that seemed like people had already used through the night had already used.

“Don’t touch me,” y/n whined, eyes looking up at Billy as she went to get up, but was pushed back down by Billy, and yanked towards him. Her head dangled a bit off the bed because of how small it was. It was perfect for what they needed.

“Billy,” y/n whined again as she weakly tried to slap Billy’s hands away from her miniskirt. The young man chuckled at the sight of how drunk and vulnerable she was. She looks good, and he swore she knew that.

“Gonna fuck you so good, princess- Just don’t piss me off,” Billy pulled y/n’s mini skirt off along with her panties, trying to speed the process up instead of confessing how much he’s been wanting to use her like this.

“Fuck- Her pussy looks so plumbed and juicy,” Eddie said as he leaned over y/n’s head to get a better look at her cleavage. “I know, right?” Billy said, taking in the sight he’s about to ruin.

“Definitely worth the wait, I bet,” Billy said as he began pulling his jeans and boxers down right after unbuckling his leather belt he had been fumbling with. “You gonna take me good?” Billy asked y/n, knowing she could barely keep her head up.

Billy rubbed himself around and threw y/n’s lips a few times before slowly pushing himself into her. Y/n couldn’t help but let out a pleasurable whine.

“Shit,” Billy groaned as he thrusted his hips. “Squeezing me so fucking tight,” Billy muttered as he slowly picked up the paste. The sound of y/n’s pussy and the sight of himself in her made his head spin.

“B-Billy,” Y/n moaned, now pushing at his lower stomach to prevent him from thrusting into her too roughly. “Help me out and shut her up,” Billy said, making Eddie move fast and pull himself out of his jeans. The older man stroked his cock right over y/n’s face.

He’s so huge…

“Relax your throat, baby,” Eddie said as he steadied his cock in front of her mouth as he leaned her head back. Y/n closed her mouth, acting like she didn’t want him in her throat, but soon opened up. She couldn’t stop herself.

“Just relax,” Eddie rubbed at her cheeks to calm her some. He knew he was big, but he needed her to take him. “Good,” Eddie pushed further into her mouth.

“Free her tits,” Billy said in a slightly desperate tone. Eddie wasted no time and grabbed her thin crop top to rip in half. He quickly unclipped the front of her bra and watched her breasts bounce freely. 

“Hey,” y/n’s whine was muffled by Eddie’s cock, sensing vibrations through his body. “Fuck!” Eddie grunted as he gripped one of her tits. The way these two men used her body made her shiver. She wanted to hate it, but she loved it.

“What a fucking slut — I knew you were whoring around, but never knew you’d be this much of a whore,” Eddie teased the young lady. “So calm and a moaning mess with my dick down your windpipe — Yeah, I fucking love this.” Eddie just couldn’t get enough of her.

“Billy!” Y/n's muffled moan filled the room as her back arched and a wet mess tightened around him. “Ah huh- Ah huh,” Billy kept fucking into her with harder thrusts as she gushed all over him.

Billy pushed deep into y/n’s to spill his load into her. Eddie did the same in her mouth, causing her to gag from his deep thrust, pushing into her with no type of room left to breathe.

Soon, the two men pulled out of y/n to take a breath. In that time, y/n started processing everything that had just happened. Especially after seeing the two men switch spots.

“Oh my god- No — No, no, no,” y/n started overthinking. That’s when she tried to get up, but Eddie pushed her back. “No- Let me go this time, I’m serious- Please!” Y/n tried telling him with cracks in her voice. Eddie had really done a good job on her.

“Lie back before I fuck you so hard, your insides go fucking numb,” Eddie threatened. The older man quickly got in between y/n’s legs before pushing into her with one good thrust. Y/n instantly threw her whole body back with a loud cry from how deep he got in seconds.

“Wait- E-Eddie!” Y/n tried begging him as he fucked into her harder than Billy did. He knew she was easily enjoying every last inch he had for her.

Billy came in and forced his own cock into y/n’s moaning mouth as he pinned her wrist to the side, preventing her from pushing him away. Now she felt overstimulated. It was so good.

“She takes dick so good,” Billy admitted as Eddie chuckled. He knew that already and knew he’d need more in the future. He refuses to let this be a one-time thing.

“Those pretty little moans will only do it's magic and make me cum in your mouth quicker, baby,” Billy said as his knees began to buck. “So fuckin’ wet — Never knew you were this good, princess. No wonder those boys fall in love with you so fast,” Eddie said, thinking about some rumors he had heard.

“Fucking shit- I can’t hold this one,” Billy stuttered, trying to keep himself back, but he felt too good. When he tried to pull back, his mind forced him to stay in y/n’s mouth and pump a huge load.

“Y/n! — Y/n!” Steve's voice was heard down the hall. He can only think the worst, but the worst is happening while y/n, on the other hand, was getting wetter by the second. She couldn’t help herself.

“Y/n-“ Steve cut himself off after bursting through the room door. He was shocked at the sight of y/n lying across a small bed, being pounded into by Eddie and throat fucked by Billy as she moaned, and wait… Did she just cum?

“There he is! We’ve been waiting,” Eddie said as he grabbed y/n’s waist. The older man started slamming into her, making sure to show no mercy. Now, all anyone in that room could hear was y/n sobbing for her life.

Steve shouldn’t be turned on, but something in him sees the enjoyment in her. That gave him a bit of relief from not being a pervert. She came right as he walked in, so she’s not embarrassed, right?

“Pull out of her mouth and let Stevie here, hear his best friend beg for some help,” Eddie said. Billy did as told and pulled out of y/n’s mouth. Instantly, y/n started crying Steve’s name, apologizing and begging him to forgive and help her, but something in her voice was off.

“Steve, p-please!” Y/n sobbed, feeling another orgasm in her stomach. She wanted Steve to stop Eddie before she came, but burst all over Eddie before anything was done.

“A goddamn slut, isn’t she, Harrington?” Eddie asked as he groped one of y/n’s breasts. “Bet she’d love for you to fuck her- Huh, princess? Want your best friend to fuck you?” Eddie mocked y/n as he looked into her eyes. Tears and lust grew in her wet eyes, and it was hot. Eddie needed a Polaroid picture of this somehow.

“C’mon, Steve,” Eddie said as he pulled out of y/n. Steve couldn’t help but look down at Eddie cock, seeing how his cum was leaking from his tip. While Steve was standing her, Eddie was filling her up. Oh my god…

“We don’t have all night, Harrington,” Eddie said as she walked over to Steve, grabbed his shoulder, and softly pulled him over and in front of y/n. His best friend. “Just look at it — It won’t hurt,” Eddie said as he rubbed his fingers up and down y/n’s pussy. The slightest touch made her whimper. 

“Just use it — I bet she won’t have a problem with it, right, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, slowly unbuckling Steve’s pants before she said a word. Steve was in so much shock that he wasn’t processing how much Eddie was trying to convince him to fuck his own best friend. 

“Steve,” y/n spoke low with a small sob, not knowing if she wanted him to pick her up and leave or for him to fill her up like the other two did.

“Christ, Harrington — Didn’t know you’d be packing,” Eddie joked as he grabbed Steve’s shaft, tugging on it so he’d move forward, closer to y/n’s entrance. “Just do it — Look at her- She’s begging for you, Harrington,” Billy said, rubbing a few tears from y/n’s cheek. 

Steve looked into the still drunk girl's glossy eyes, only making him harder than before. She looked so beautiful and fuck out.

Eddie placed both of Steve’s hands on y/n’s waist. “A bit closer, Harrington,” Eddie said, trying to push Steve’s back to move him forward. Finally, his tip pushed into y/n’s messy heat.

“Fuck…” Steve sighed as he pushed further into her without Eddie’s help. “Steve-” Y/n choked on a moan as her best friend filled her with every inch he had. He’s been needing this for years, and now he’s got it. His mission was complete.

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” Steve breathed heavily as his mind went crazy. “Steve,” y/n moaned as she started shifting on the bed. She tried lying and telling herself that it was to make him pull out, but in actuality, she was trying to move with his rhythm.

I should’ve done this a long time ago… Was all Steve thought as he watched his best friend get sick drunk just for him.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve cursed as the sound of their skin clapping grew louder in the room. “God,” y/n cried as Billy finally let her wrists go. Y/n’s hands instantly went to push on Steve’s lower stomach. 

“Steve, please- Please, Steve,” she begged, again, trying to tell herself that she needed this to stop, but she actually needed more. “I got you, baby — I got you,” Steve spoke low as his grip tightened on y/n’s waist so that he could slam into her.

Now Steve’s growling with heavy breaths. He’s never felt this way with another woman before. This felt amazing. This felt like a dream. He needs this in the future, just like Eddie and Billy.

“Fuck!- You’re pussy’s gripping me,” Steve huffed as sweat began to form. “A-And you’re so warm — Fuck! — You’re also so fucking wet- Jesus Christ, y/n,” The praising made y/n’s head spin. She never knew that having her best friend praise her would be her new kink.

“Never knew my best friend was so fucking special. Never knew you felt so fucking good. God, I wish I knew earlier,” Steve thrusts started getting sloppy as he leaned down towards y/n’s face. 

Billy and Eddie were enjoying the show. They finally got the two they love bullying every day, to fuck. This wasn’t just a normal session either. They were humping it out like rabbits with rabies.

“Please, let me cum in you — Please!” Steve begged as his nose touched y/n. “Do it, Steve,” y/n’s voice echoed in Steve’s head, causing him to release. Y/n couldn’t help but cum all over him too.

“Damn,” Billy said with a surprised laugh. The young man never thought this would work. Of course, he went with Eddie’s plan because it involved the two getting into y/n’s pants, but Steve? He didn’t believe Steve would crumble like that.

“Told you he was one of those,” Eddie said. “Not a virgin, but moans so pathetically when he gets a taste of some pussy,” Eddie teased. Steve ignored him because he knew he had never sounded like this in his life. Y/n was truly something else.

“Fuck — Fuck- y/n, I’m so sorry! I-I’m sorry,” Steve apologized as he leaned up from her body, but y/n quickly pulled him back down. “No, no- Don’t be,” y/n grabbed his face softly.

Steve stared into his best friend’s eyes for just a split second before wasting no time to smash his lips onto hers.

there is just so much blood.

you lay there, limp, feeling the sheets soak beneath you slowly. warm and thick, staining the floral pattern fabric, turning white roses red with little mercy. he leans down a second time, gasping with need, long tongue sliding over the puncture wounds in your jugular before sinking in again. you cry out, pushing at him desperately, making him growl with frustration when his hands come to hold you down by the bends in your arm. talons that have grown sharp and long bite into your skin with the same sting as his teeth.

"please stop," you choke out, haze gathering at the edges of your vision. you feel the rush of blood pull from your neck while he keeps drinking, breaking away to nose at your jaw and cheek. "please stop," he taunts back, tongue laving over you again, "can't stop, sweetheart. not when you taste so good." you try to brace yourself for his third bite down but it doesn't come. his lower lip drags over your skin, slick with slimy drool while his mouth becomes accustomed to the long fangs growing over his lower gums. he takes a sharp inhale, taking another break from his fill, pushing up on his arms where they hold you at the elbows. he smirks down at you, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight pouring into your room. this was not the eddie you were used to. sweet and mild mannered, always letting you take the lead. he bought you flowers on your second date and dinner on your third. soft and gentle in everything he did, warm to the touch. forehead kisses before bed. desperate for you. but not like this. "what's that face for, huh?" he asks, voice a deep husk, vibrating with something else -- something darker, "scared'a me?"

you nod with a whimper, weak with blood loss. you can feel your hot tears leak down into your hairline, over your ears. "m'gonna die ed," you croak out. "hmm," he hums with a tut, shrugging, "maybe. but you'll be alive for what's next." "well, barely," he smiles, teeth gleaming with blood and spit. he lets go of your arms when he knows you can move them, gouges left in their wake when he does. you aren't sure if there's any more blood left to let out. he shifts above you, pulling you to the edge of the bed when he stands over your broken form. what happened? you think. he'd come over like he always had. you made dinner together, watched creepshow, he complained about work, he told you about a show he had coming up. when you went upstairs tonight it wasn't uncommon for you both to fool around. you're used to him clinging to you, holding you, burying his face in your neck. it was when you heard the rattle of his breath and the flap of leathery wings that your eyes flew open to this -- to some monster.

you look at him now as he towers above you. the puncture in your neck pulses, the scratches on your body sting from when he pulled you down and held you in place when you tried to run away. gripping and grabbing to keep you under him until you succumbed, teeth sinking deep into you. "you miss him, huh?" he asks, the blue of his veins showing up under his tattoos in a maze. he parts your thighs, looking down at your naked core hungrily. his dark eyes flick up, catching yours, "you can't lie, i can hear you in there."

you nod again and it aches, stretching the holes over your veins. "aww, poor thing," he pouts, a finger reaching out to trace along your inner thigh. you shiver at the touch, cold and biting, "he misses you, too."

"who are you?" "i'm who he really is, honey," he coos, "your boy's just a cover. you think he came out of that accident without some screws loose?" you whimper when he touches the seam of your thigh, "at least he picks 'em pretty for me." you look down at your body, splashed with your blood and a sheen of sweat.

"if it makes it easier for your dumb little head to understand," he starts, taloned hand reaching out to smack lightly against your cheek, "let's just say i hitched a ride when he got out of hell."

"and baby," he says, suave and sure, "i've been so patient with wanting to get a taste of you. he's been putting up such a fight trying to keep me away."

you fade in and out, feeling him take your thighs in each of his hands to pull your flush to him. they run up over your hips, sliding over the stickiness on your skin.

"whining about how i eat girls like you for breakfast," he snickers and takes a beat, "actually -- he's not wrong. i do do that."

"but you've been on my mind, sweetheart," he nods, letting go with one hand while he reaches for his cock. your mind races when you see it, thicker than the one you're used to -- monstrous almost, "been really needing a toy to play with on this side."

"and you're just so easy, huh?" he says, brows tilting while he mocks you, "he'd do anything for you. can you do this for him? he knows just how you like it -- i can do that, too."

"eddie--" you rasp, arm weakly reaching up to push his hand away while a fingertip drags through your folds.

"please baby, call me kas," he grins with a smarmy flair, "eddie's my host's name."

"what is it, hm?" he asks, catching your gaze in his, "you don't want it?"

you shake your head no, eyes snapping shut when he drags two claws lightly over your cheek, over the tendon in your neck that he hadn't bitten through. they follow down over your collar bone, down your chest, your rib cage, the touch making your back arch up to him when he applies just enough pressure to make it sting.

his giggle is dark and deep seated in his chest, "i can see what you're thinking. you don't wanna like it -- but it looks like you're just beggin' for it, aren't you?"

his hand grips your hip, the tip of his cock sliding from the top of your slit to the bottom with steady guidance. he slides it again against the slick while it builds, body betraying you while arousal overtakes your fear. in the haze it could still be him, it could still be eddie.

"hm, he likes it when you're on top, doesn't he?" kas laughs haughtily, "loves looking up at you. what's he call you, again? oh that's right -- his goddess, his angel." "that's not how it's gonna go tonight, though, is it?" he asks, fat tip of his cock pushing in between your thighs, "no, you're gonna be my pretty whore. gonna be a good 'n' weak, needy toy for me."

"right?"

tears prick your eyes at the stretch of just his tip, unsure of how the rest of him will fit without ripping you apart. his hands come to your thighs, pushing them up against your sticky chest. you nod slowly, the rest of your body on fire with pain from his previous assault.

"m'gonna split you open," he nods, pushing in slowly while your walls stretch to accomodate him. your back arches with whatever strength you have left, whines and whimpers pouring out of your mouth. his claw sink into the fat of your thighs, blood pooling from the divots and dripping down over the meat of your ass.

"hmm," he hums while he pushes in to the base, "he loves this pussy. i can see why."

kas's thrusts start slow, claws digging into your skin with each slick squelch deep inside you. he leans forward, wings spreading behind him while he picks up a steady speed. his gaze is certain, tawny circles around his eyes making it seem like they're deeper set. he touch his cold, skin chilling you while he presses himself along your body.

"oh he let's you choke him out, huh?" he snickers, eddie's memories flicking through his mind like a rolodex, "he let's you tell him what to do? that's cute."

kas's clawed hand reaches up to curl around your throat, thumb narrowly missing the puncture wounds he left behind. with new leverage his pace quickens, "we're gonna fix that about you."

"you're gonna be," he begins, cock unforgiving in it's relentless punches in and out of you, "my pretty little courtesan -- hmm fuck -- you're gonna do what i say, when i say it. sounds nice, doesn't it?"

you whine, reaching for his wrist, weakly pawing at it before it lays limply by your side. 

"c'mon -- you don't wanna think anymore, do you?" he coos, "just wanna -- shit, yes -- wanna lay there and be my plaything." he readjusts, pushing one leg up so your knee hooks over his shoulder. the angle hits something in you that makes you desperate for more, a whiny moan pouring from your mouth. "oh there she is," he grins, "yeah, that's what you wanna hear huh? locked up and away so i can have you whenever. use you -- breed you." a needy moan escapes again, your body twitching alive while he pumps into you. your hips roll while he does, energy creeping into your veins, warming your skin. you're not sure how, not with all the blood you've lost -- but if this is what it costs to survive, you'd let him use you like this all night. "oh you nasty fucking bitch," he laughs, breaths huffing against your cheek, "dirty fucking girl, letting me all the way in. that’s what you want, huh? to get pumped full’a me? be a blood machine – hm?" "mmm ed, please more," you rasp out, needy for him to go deeper, harder. his grip tightens over your throat, your tongue lolling out in need for more air, "what's my name?" you choke out something inaudible, haze sliding over your vision again while he glares down at you. the pressure increases, blood leaking out from your jugular while he shoves you into the mattress. "huh?! what's my name?" "k-kas," you push out when he loosens his grip. 

"much better, sweetheart," he hums, "much better." he keeps you pinned down tight, cock drilling you into the sticky sheets. his hand creeps from your throat to the back of your head, ripping at your hair to pull you back so you'll face him. he doesn't blink, hard eyes staying on yours while he pummels into you without any signs of relent. he growls and grunts with each roll of your hips to meet his thrusts, almost proud that you're chasing your own pleasure while he takes his. his hard gaze falters when you reach up to run your fingers over his face. the touch is feather light, tracing the edge of his brow bone to the side of his cheek. you know eddie's still in there, you know this is partly him. kas's gaze softens for a moment and you swear eddie is looking back at you. you lean in, aching for a kiss, for something gentle amongst the horrific night you've had so far. "oh no, baby," he whispers, forehead pressing to yours. his ragged breaths mix with the wet squelches of him fucking into you, now as easy as if you've always taken him -- like you're used to his size.

"i don't kiss my toys," he hums, "that’s only for real mates." "and to be honest, sweetheart -- you're too pathetic for that."

your nearly pouty face is delicious to him, the hurt flashing through your mind feeds him as much as your blood has. he ducks down again to lick the dribble from your wounds, his wet tongue slippery over the sweat collecting there while he hovers over you. how can such a cold body make you so warm? "but you're so special to him," he gravels in your ear, "he loves you, doesn't he?"

"y-yeah," you whimper out. "well," he purrs, "that's too bad."

his speed quickens and your breath hitches, his body bends and contorts in a way that's nearly inhuman, fucking deeper and deeper into you with each painful snap of his hips. "you're all mine now," he growls, arm hooking under your waist to lift you up part way. your bottom half floats off the bed with his strength beneath you, so numb with pleasure you can't feel the way his claws dig into you again. you can't feel this teeth sink into your calf while he grinds into you, barely pulling out just to push in again. "m'yours," you squeak out, "m'yours, m'yours, m'yours -- oh god -- fuck, ohmygod fuck -- kas -- KAS." with a sudden burst of energy you reach up while the peak of your orgasm hits like a freight train, tightening hard over his cock. our nails dig into the cold skin of his forearms, over his tattoos, dragging down hard and tight. he sputters and smirks at the stingy pain of your clawing at him, the feeling spurring him on as he fucks you through your writhing release. "just like that," he huffs, droplets of blood flicking from his tongue onto your chest and sternum. his leathery wings tuck in to rest like hooks out of his shoulder baldes while he cages you in against the bed, eyes shut in concentration while he pumps in again, and again. with a final rough tug of your hair you hear and feel his guttural release. the only warmth from him being the sticky seed that he spills inside of you, cold mouth clamping down again on your neck for a final taste before his release comes to a close. you're back to laying limp on the bed. spent. he looks over you, growls and grumbles in his breath, clicking and seething -- this must be his natural state. "well weren't you fun," he grins, sick but sweet, "i'll have to try you again." you whimper, unable to move this time, to think, to breathe. "but i think i you taste better a little scared," he nods, "gotta make sure you forget this so you can struggle like you did tonight. that's -- oh sweetheart, it's just delicious." when your eyes meet his again you can't look away, not that you'd want to -- he's beautiful like this. hair long and brushing his built shoulders, skin so pale it's nearly blue, eyes dark and glittering with angry satisfaction. eddie who? you think. "adorable," he says smugly when he hears it in his head, "don't worry, i'll let that pathetic weakling have you back. he's miserable in here right now." you don't know if it's hyponosis or the exhaustion from losing so much of your blood supply, but sleep comes quickly -- fading out while he holds your gaze, words you don't understand filling your ears and thoughts -- latin maybe? you couldn't guess. you're just so comfortable. so tired. and the bed is so soft, so warm. you have to sleep, right? you've been asleep this whole time.

you wake up in the morning feeling tired, mouth dry and tangy. your joints ache, your stomach rumbles. you look over on your nightstand to two empty bottles of wine, two empty glasses next to them. when you sit up you look down, seeing that half of one of those bottles never made it to your lips -- your stained sheets shine back a purple red in your eyes. with a groan you turn over, sinking back into the covers, feeling the warm body of your boyfriend next to you. his dark curly hair pulled up in a ponytail, splayed across the pillow. the night is hazy: dinner, creepshow, wine, kissing. when you both got upstairs you were tipsy -- you vaguely remember the spill of the wine, the drunk giggles, the way his mouth tasted like aged cabernet. both falling asleep before you could take it any further. he stirs next to you, smiling when he sees you with a rub of his eyes. "morning, angel," he says in a yawn. "morning," you sigh, running a hand over your neck to rub at the muscles there -- aching and tense. "you okay?" he asks, turning over to face you, two fingers tracing over your cheek. "yeah just -- i think i slept weird," you shrug, "i'm definitely hung over." eddie laughs, "me too."

"we didn't -- we didn't fool around last night, right?" you ask, "we both knocked out pretty early." "i remember spilling the wine and then both of us saying we'd deal with it in the morning," he sniffs before stretching out, "and then i think i fell asleep in the wine stain." you giggle, feeling his arms wrap around you. warm body against yours, he kisses you soft on the forehead, "you look pretty." "thank you," your sleepy smile makes him smile back. "you know what i'm in the mood for?" he asks, "such a weird craving but they knock a hangover right out of me." "hm?" "a bloody mary," he says with raised brows, like he's surprised with himself, "i think i got some stuff downstairs to make them." "i'm not really into bloody mary's," you say with a scrunched nose. he offers you another kiss on the forehead before slowly climing out of bed. he shrugs looking down at you, pulling on his abandoned pair of boxers from yesterday, "hm, suit yourself. more for me then." when he snaps the band at his hips, you notice it. even sets of scrapes down his forearms toward his watch, your brow quirks, "hey, what happened to your arm?"

And that was it.

You took his word, not calling him that, not even bringing up the incident itself. As weeks and weeks pass, you soon begin to find it progressively harder not to call him that. You’re sure it’s just because of how adamant he was that you not use that particular pet name, but for reasons still beyond your understanding, now it was suddenly all you could seem to think about. Every time you see him, every time you think of him, your brain repeats it over and over, and you find yourself having to stifle it manually a lot more than you did before.

Your mind is suddenly torn from these worries one day when you find yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, clinging to Billy’s muscular arm wrapped around you. His chest is warm, pressed up against the curve of your back, lips pressing playful nips and kisses along your neck. His half hard dick is pressing against your ass, and his other hand finds its way down your pants, palming you through your soft panties. He murmurs dirty nothings into your ear, heel of his hand grinding down on your puffy clit. You’re so swept away by his touch that for just one moment, you lose focus. And in that one moment, it somehow slips out, breathy and desperate.

“Daddy…”

You both freeze. Heat rises to your face and you scramble to recover, and Billy is now fully hard behind you, a rush of heat pooling in his core as what you said rings in his ears.

“Sorry,” You sputter, “I- I didn’t mean that, I, uh…”

You’re so nervous and it’s so cute, Billy thinks, as you fumble for an explanation, that he can’t help but tease you a little. Maybe more than a little. He begins to play with your clothed cunt again, pace agonizing.

“You meant…” he prompts, voice low and expectant. You’re clearly having trouble focusing on what you were trying to say, which he exacerbates by once again, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say-

“Daddy- sorry!” you slip again. Your words hang in the air. He lets out a breathy chuckle, enjoying this way too much, as he lazily plays with your burning heat, warm and puffy, sensitive to his touch from the extent of your arousal. He leans closer to your ear, consumed by a new kind of hunger.

“Daddy, daddy,” he whines mockingly, voice treacherously sincere, “I warned you last time, sweetcheeks,” his gestures get sharper, punctuating his words, and his breath fans over your neck.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy.”

You can’t restrain yourself from letting a whiney moan slip out in spite of your best efforts to stay quiet, to not let his teasing get a rise out of you no matter how effective it is. The sound rings beautifully in his ears, and his fingers push aside the fabric of your underwear.

“You know,” He begins, dipping between your folds, spreading around the sweet sticky wetness with his fingers, and your eyes flutter closed at the skin on skin contact you’ve been so desperately needing, heart pounding in your chest, loud and heavy. His tone of voice is almost too light, too casual, and you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this so goddamn much. He continues, getting lower and more gravley in your ear, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to knock you up.”

His voice, his words alone are enough to send even more burning heat to your core, and your grip tightens on his arm. You can feel yourself dripping, squeezing out thick wet beads that drip down his fingers. He’s still edging you, and he can tell by your reaction that he’s doing a bang up job of riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered just for him.

“Huh?” he asks rhetorically, “You want that, doll?” You tilt your head back against him, trying to hold on to your senses. He finally begins to pump his long, thick fingers into you, just a little, and your grip tightens even more. His rings brush against your sensitive skin, the metal cool and rough, and it sends even more electricity through you. He cranes his neck, face moving closer to yours.

“You want to make me put a baby in you?”

“Yes,” you pant, without a second thought. He’s finally about half way in, scissoring your spongy elastic walls, stretching you out for what’s coming.

“Yes…” he prompts, coaxing more out of you. He wants to hear you say… what, he’s not exactly sure. Anything would sound nice coming from your lips at a time like this, and his repetition of your answer hangs between you, waiting for you to continue.

You squirm in his rock strong grip, ass grinding back against him, managing to half twist around enough to look up at him. You stare up at him, biting your lip with those big fuck me eyes that drive him wild. You look at him for a second, pulling all the breath from his lungs so easily, the way only you seem to be able to.

“Yes daddy.”

Everything leading up to this had been rumbling in the horizon, a premonition of what’s to come, and now with your words, you’ve happily sealed your fate. You’ve awakened something in him, in both of you. He lets out an excited chuckle, disbelieving how turned on two words from you have made him.

In one swift movement he pulls down your pants and hastily shoved aside panties, and has you sitting up on the counter, facing him, as he stands between your legs. The cold countertop sends a shiver up your spine, providing a stark contrast to your burning hot, fully exposed cunt. One hand comes up to the side of your face and he runs his thumb over your lip. You part your lips gently at his touch, and he uses this opportunity to connect his to yours. His kiss is deep and with purpose and you instantly want more.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other grabs at the soft flesh of your hip and thigh, making its way back down to your cunt. You’re grinding against his hand before he can even plunge his big, long fingers back into your dripping heat, and he bites your lip as a silent warning. Behave. You can practically hear him saying it, in that playful dangerous way of his, where you’re never quite sure how empty his threats to punish you and turn you into a good little slut for him are.

His tongue prods past your lips, curling and thrashing in your mouth, warm and full. He flicks it against yours, and you know the gesture is deliberate - reminder of how good it feels between your legs. It’s not lost on you, especially now, as his fingers expertly pump and curl against your tight walls, scissoring and stretching you out for his throbbing cock. God, you wish it was already inside you, but you know he’s so big you can’t realistically take him without plenty of prep. Plenty of fingering and licking and stretching that Billy is more than happy to provide.

He slowly works in a third finger, and you clench around him. He hums into your mouth, sending low reverberations through your lips. You can tell from how he’s working his fingers against your tight wetness, ensuring you’re thoroughly stretched out, that you’ve really excited him. He focuses all his energy on you, on making you feel good, and tries his hardest to resist the urge to start humping your leg while he does. By the time you’re moaning into his mouth, hands grabbing desperately for his cock, he feels he’s done his job sufficiently.

Feeling how tight you got around him in the last few minutes, he drags his fingers up and down, focusing on the spot that makes your hips jerk, and finally, you cum hard around his fingers. The euphoric sensation swims through you like champagne, and he lets out a loud moan that makes your cheeks hot. Feeling you pulse and throb, tight against his fingers, is driving him fucking crazy. He knows now more than ever that he needs his cock inside you, right fucking now.

He pulls his fingers out, dripping and wrinkled from your wetness, already missing your tight embrace. Your walls flutter around the noticeable absence, and you feel so empty. You whine at the loss of contact and he smirks.

In one fluid motion, he hoists you up over his shoulder, carrying you with one arm. You squeal in delight as he makes his way to the bedroom, landing a very firm, satisfying smack to your exposed ass and pussy, sending electricity to your cunt and heat to your face. He’s left with a wet patch on his hand, and an even stronger desire to fuck you till you can’t think straight.

Moments later, he walks you both into the bedroom, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed. You bounce when you land, scooching further back as he takes off his pants and shirt, crawling on top of you. He approaches like a hungry jungle cat, dangerous and anticipating you. Any other time he’d take plenty of time to admire you thoroughly, gaping and dripping just for him, just from his fingers. He would fawn over you, telling you what a pretty pussy you have, how he can't wait to stretch you out and ruin you, can't wait to make you scream his name.

But this time, for once, he can't wait. He guides your hand with his, moving automatically to his cock (which you can’t even wrap your hands all the way around), and you begin to pump him a few times to get him all warmed up. He lets out a heavy breath, your touch euphoric. Right as you start to drag your finger across the head, he lets out a moan, removing your hand before it becomes too much for him to bear.

Propped up on your elbows, he tears off your shirt, gazing at your newly exposed chest. He takes in your form, cheeks flushed. He pushes you down flat against the soft bed, where you land with a bounce. His large hands move to your thighs, groping the soft flesh, filling you with a hazy warmth.

"I love it when you touch me like that," you breathe, and you can see the anticipation, the hunger building in his eyes. He smirks looking down at you with a smoldering expression that sends a fresh wave of butterflies through you.

"There’s plenty more where that came from, toots."

Before you can even blush, his grip on your thighs tightens as he throws your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you, and presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips. He’s not stopping at folding you in half, you realize as he proceeds to pin both your arms over your head, holding your wrists with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other. He begins to roll his hips into yours, and he moans, fully inside you in just a few thrusts.

If he hadn’t rendered you both speechless and breathless in a mere few seconds, you’re sure you’d be a moaning mess, too. Somehow, in spite of all that, he manages to draw a moan out of you, which is instantly muffled by his tongue fucking into your mouth. He loves that. He loves the feeling of you desperately whining against his tongue. It makes his grip on the sheets tighten even more, knuckles going white against the cool metal of his rings, and the chain of his necklace grazes against you in sync with his hips.

He pulls apart, letting out a long, low moan that quickly turns into a chuckle, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel him rubbing up against your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It’s a feeling that was entirely foreign to you until you had met Billy. Not only is he the only one you’ve met that’s actually big enough to reach your cervix, but he also knows exactly what to do and exactly how to do it to make you feel so, so good - a skill he’s most definitely using to his advantage right now. It adds a whole new layer, another pleasurable hum to the symphony he’s creating with your bodies.

“Atta girl,” he praises sweetly, eyes never leaving yours, “just like that…”

Jesus Christ, you look so goddamn hot and fuckable when you’re splayed out beneath him like this, all submissive just for him. That doe eyed fuck me look on your face, while his hand is wrapped around your wrists, legs pinned down, it makes him want to fill you up even more than he did before. He knows for a fucking fact that if he could see your pussy right now, it would look amazing.

He’s really, really glad he’s hitting it raw right now, because if he somehow wasn’t currently about to knock you the hell up, he’d do whatever he had to to make sure he could. All he wants right now is to make you feel good, and fuck a baby into your needy little cunt. Based on the volume and frequency of your whiny moans and other noises, he’s doing a pretty damn good job.

He’s looking at you with this wild drive, this intensity, this hunger you haven’t seen anywhere else. His broad shoulders and muscular torso press into you, providing a nice sense of weight and pressure that somehow makes all this feel even better. The heat from your bodies radiates off each other as you pant, trying in vain to catch your breath from everything he’s done to you, everything he’s made you feel.

You snap out of the thought, stretched and accustomed to his size after a few moments, and he finally begins to move. The pace he sets is agonizing and perfect and you let out a long, breathy moan. A deep satisfaction begins to work its way through you as you’re stuffed with his cock, finally feeling full the way you’ve been craving for… a while, you realize. You didn’t notice how badly you missed Billy’s touch, his cock, the way he fills you up and stretches you out.

It hasn’t even been that long since the last time he rearranged your guts, you suppose, you’re just a little bit addicted to his cock by now. He hits a spot inside you that has you whining again, and you reluctantly admit to yourself you’re more than a little addicted. Much more. You feel him twitch inside you, making you even more aware of how well he fills you up, how deep and thick he is inside you, and you let out a shuddering sigh as he moans, breath fanning each other's faces.

Meanwhile, Billy can’t help but revel in how tight you are. You have a vice grip on his cock, squeezing him more perfectly than he could imagine, and no matter how many times you fuck, you always feel so much better than he expects. You’re warm, and tight, and wet; exactly the right grippy texture to make his cock twitch and leak tons of precum. You stimulate him better, more perfectly than anyone or anything he’s ever encountered.

He dwells on this feeling for a few seconds as you adjust to the swell of his cock, and the rhythm he’s splitting you in half to, simply allowing himself to really enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. Under any other circumstances he’d do things a little differently - he’d for sure go down on you until you cum at least three times, and that’s just to start with - but tonight is different. Tonight, he’s not just fucking you, he’s not just going to pleasure you until you’re both seeing stars. No, tonight, he’s on a mission to get you pregnant. Right fucking now.

It takes every single ounce of restraint and self control he has to maintain the pace he’s set, which is just slow enough for you to feel every single sensation he’s giving you, but not slow enough for your focus to stray from him for one moment. Every single thought you have is Billy, Billy, Billy, which is exactly how he wants you. You whine, trying to squirm below him, but you can’t move much with the way he has you pinned down below him. The noises you make, the way you writhe against him, the way you say his name in a breathy little sigh has him fighting to keep his composure.

It’s so difficult for him not to go absolutely feral with you beneath him like this, when he’s made you like this. He wants you, he craves you. It’s taking everything in him not to rush into this like a bull, but god dammit he is determined, he is going to knock you up tonight. And make you cum as many times as he can during that process. He can’t help himself as he starts growling out the filthiest shit he can think of, letting every dirty thought he has about you flow out of him.

“How does that feel, angel?” he asks, eyes burning into you, and you let out another whine in response.

“Good girls use their words,” he pants in your ear, voice low, “you want to be a good girl for Billy, don’t you?”

He’s barely gotten started and his words are already flooding you with heat, making you throb around him.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, and he lets out a growl, satisfied with your response. He increases his pace and he fucks into you, deep and fast and hot. He lets out a moan, feeling you squeeze around him.

“That’s it,” he praises you for responding, “good whores follow daddy’s orders.” he growls. You let out a whiney, breathy moan and tighten around him. He continues his torrent of dirty talk, loving the reactions he gets out of you.

“You gonna follow orders? Huh?” he coaxes, “You gonna take my cock, be obedient for me, angel?”

You nod, whining again. His free hand releases its grip on the sheets, making its way to your stomach, pressing down. You can both feel his bulge inside you, going in and out, even more than you did before.

“Maybe I should start calling you mommy, get some practice in for when I knock you up…” he muses, voice gravely with lust. He can feel the soft, squishy flesh of your tits pressed up right against him, and they jiggle rhythmically in response to every one of his thrusts. His hand leaves your stomach, moving back up to your jaw to angle your face towards his.

He plants messy, hot kisses all over your mouth and neck, continuing to growl dirty shit right into your ear. You can barely pay attention to his very, very hot words, because Jesus fucking Christ his cock feels so good inside you. He fucks you so good, you can barley wrap your mind around it. You know later when you’re catching up with your friends over coffee they’ll ask about Billy, they’ll take one look at you and know. He’s barely gotten started with you, and you’re already cock drunk. Great.

He can see your eyes glazing over, and he knows what that look means.

“Already, sugarlips?” he asks rhetorically, a cock, teasing tone to his voice. You’re a panting, writhing mess that he’s made you into, so of course he’s going to tease you about it. You wouldn’t expect any less from him. You moan again, sounding like you’re straight out of a porn - and looking like it too, he thinks - and you try to bury your face in his neck. He doesn’t let you, kissing you more instead, so he can keep looking at your gorgeous, fucked out face.

“ ‘m close-” you manage to moan into his mouth, but he knows. Of course he knows, look at you. He can feel your muscles slowly contracting around him. He pumps into you a few more times, and somehow you tighten around him even more as you cum intensly around him. He’s balls deep inside you, and he knows if he tries to move like this he’ll come undone in an instant, which he does not want - not yet, at least. Instead, he grinds his pelvic bone into your clit to carry you through your second orgasm of the night. It works, and you convulse and writhe below him, legs shaking over his shoulders.

“Good girl…” he moans, voice dripping with praise, and just a little condescending. Just the way he knows you like it. You pulse around him, and once your grip lets up enough, he begins to pound into you again. He’s now made you cum at least twice, and does not plan on stopping. Heat floods to your cheeks as he once again takes up that relentless pace again, never ceasing to make you feel anything but euphoric.

His eyes are locked on yours, boring into your soul. The way he looks at you is so intense, and every time you squeeze them shut, or look away, he’s still staring just as intensely when you look back. The truth is, Billy really can’t get enough of you. There’s a certain high he gets from having all your attention, from being the thing that makes you feel so good you can’t stop moaning and screaming his name in spite of how much you might try.

He craves that attention from you more than anything. And dear god, you look so goddamn cute when you get nervous like that. When you look away, all blushy and flustered and fuckable, it just… does something to him. It makes that attention, that connection, so much sweeter. After you look away again, he takes his free hand and grabs your face, locking your eyes with his once more.

“Look at daddy when he’s fucking you.” he growls, and you moan relexively. He chuckles, eyes staring into your soul.

“You like that, don’t you dollface? Course you do… pretty thing like you just loves gettin’ tossed around by a big strong man.”

Fuck. He’s right, and you both know it. There’s no use trying to deny it, your moans and noises, the way you clench around him at his words are all the answer he needs. The heat generating between you two has a thin glistening sheen of sweat reflecting off his smooth skin in the low light of the room. Every noise you make (and you’re making a whole damn lot of them) is just turning Billy on more, continuing to encourage him to get you pregnant and full with his child. And he is going to get you so, so pregnant.

His free hand moves from your jawline to your tits, vehemently groping the soft flesh. He starts to play with your nipples, hard from arousal, and previously brushing against his chest, sending heat to your core. Now the heat they’re sending to your core is intentional. And it’s straight from Billy.

After a moment, he brings his thumb into his mouth, then his index finger into yours. You wrap your lips around him, sucking automatically. He pounds into you harder, curling his finger against your tongue the way he’d curled it inside you earlier.

“So good, so, so good… you gonna be a good little slut for me? Huh?” You moan, nodding as he gently finger fucks your mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he retracts his finger, hand making its way back to your tits. You spit mixes on your skin as he begins to tweak and rub your nipples again.

“Parading that tight little ass around in those shorts…” he plants another affectionate smack on your hip, grip on your wrists tightening, “calling me daddy,” he growls, pace relentless, “like that’s not gonna get you knocked up.” He chuckles as you clench around him.

Yeah, you’re definitely going to have a bruised cervix after this, but dear god it’s worth it. He’s panting, breath fanning all over you, making you even warmer than before. He fills you up so good, fucking you deep into your guts, making your head swim. Shit, you can’t get enough of him. No matter how much you fuck, you’re always craving him, craving his touch. He can’t seem to get enough of you either, practically everything you do turns him on. He’s relentless and you’re insatiable - you make a surprisingly good pair.

You’re close again, and you moan as it snaps you out of your train of thought. He can make you cum so fast it’s almost embarrassing. And you know he absolutely fucking loves it. He adores every minute of this. He loves how blushy and embarrassed you get when he’s made you cum half a dozen times back to back. You look so sweet and fucked out and flushed below him, practically drooling over his cock. He loves overstimulating you, he loves getting to watch as he actually fucks your brains out. He starts babbling out more praise, unable to hold back.

“Takin’ my cock like such a good, obedient girl,” he moans in your ear, placing hot kisses all over your face and neck. His hand is now pressing down on your stomach again, feeling his bulge stretch you over and over. The added sensation to your walls has you whining in a way that makes him throb inside you.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, “you already feel all swolen ‘nd knocked up… gonna be so fuckin’ cute when you’re all pregnant, gonna make such a good little mommy-”

God dammit, it’s enough to send you over the edge yet again. You cum hard, convulsing around his cock, letting out a torrent of porn worthy moans.

“Fuck, Billy!” you cry out, clamping and shaking around him. You’ve finally brought him to the edge, and he can’t hold back any longer this time. This time, he cums with you.

“Shit- fuck!” his moan is torn from his throat, and he almost laughs at the end. You can’t imagine feeling any more full than you do with Billy’s cock stuffed inside you, his hot body and muscular chest pressing up against yours, but when he starts pumping you full of thick, hot cum, a new kind of satisfaction washes through you.

He lets out gravely moans, almost growling into your ear as he humps into you, riding out your highs. You expect him to stop after that, or at least slow down. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure, widen in excitement and anticipation as he continues, speeding up to the pace he was keeping before. He fucks his cum deeper inside you, and with your hips slightly angled upwards, he knows he can keep every drop inside you. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, and you feel him harden inside you.

He continues pistoning into you, your sweet moans like music to his ears. In spite of how close he has you, he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He wants to touch you, wants to squeeze your soft tits and feel you pressed up against him without your legs in the way. He wants to be even closer to you. So, he leans back without pulling out, and brings your legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around your waist. He inches his legs forward so he has you in something akin to a mating press. He pins you back down, pressing against you even more than before.

“There’s a good girl,” he coos, thrusting into you like your lives depend on it, “such a good girl for daddy huh?”

You moan in agreement. You cling on to him, already feeling the dizzy beginnings of another orgasm building up.

“Gonna make such a good mommy,” he breathes, in between pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck, “gonna be so fuckin’ cute… all full and pregnant…”

It lasts for hours. You lost track of how many times you’ve both cum, you’re either at or well into double digits by now, his baby fevered dirty talk never ceasing. He cums into you again, and again, and again. He’s cum inside you so many times now you’re actually starting to look pregnant. The bulge in your stomach is bigger than before, and you’re stuffed full of more than just his cock. He touches your stomach, and you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

He continues to pound into you, hitting that spot that makes your brain short circuit. His hands are all over you, groping your soft flesh, feeling you up and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white. You cling onto him, scratching his back and pulling his hair.

“Maybe I should keep you like this, huh? Keep you nice and pregnant,” he lets out an animalistic growling moan, laughing deliriously at the idea, “Keep fuckin’ brats into you as quick as you can push em out…”

His cock twitches at the mere thought. He’s drunk on you, on the idea of breeding you, keeping you constantly filled up to the brim. Honestly, he seems a little unhinged at this point, and it’s really, really hot.

He cums again as he finishes the thought, and you're sure you can't possibly feel any more full than you do right now. Eventually he begins to slow down, finally stopping still, and you can feel his cock and balls twitching against your sensitive walls. Still sheathed inside you, he collapses his weight on top of you, causing your breathing to shallow slightly. His hot breath fans over your face and neck as he kisses your jawline, exhausted, and praises you for a job well done.

"Such a good girl for me… taking daddy's cock so well…"

He rubs soothing shapes into your skin.

"Gonna make such cute little babies…"

His touch is enamored as ever, providing a sense of comfort entirely unique to him.

"... Be fuckin' gorgeous, all soft and round…"

He continues to murmur every loving, still very hot thought that crosses his mind into your ear as he kisses your neck. You're both totally blissed out, and you lay in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and touch you share.

After a little while, you're not sure how Iong, he begins to push himself up slightly.

"I should get cleaned up…" you begin, feeling his cum sloshing around inside you, kept firmly in place by his cock. You move to scoot out from under him, but he stops you. He pushes you back down to the bed, tits jiggling.

"Ah ah ah," he says in a warning.

"Billy," you start, fighting off a flustered giggle. He grabs a pillow, sliding his hand under the small of your back. In one swift motion, he lifts you up and places the pillow under your hips. He lays back down on top of you, all without pulling out of you for a moment. You let out a noise as he moves against your sensitive flesh, grunting as he settles against you.

"I have to get cleaned up…" you trail off with a giggle.

"Oh no, no you don't sugarlips," he says, in that cocky, dominant tone of voice, "I'm gonna keep you stuffed full of me like this for a while."

He thrusts into you once or twice to emphasize his point, causing you to squirm against him - a feeling he really, truly can not get enough of.

"Cause otherwise," he continues once he’s settled back on top of you, gently crushing you with his weight, "I'd have to fill you up all over again. And I know how much you would hate that." Cloying sarcasm drips from his lips, and he feels you flutter around him and the statement, unsure if it's a threat or a promise or both.