I’m participating in the Aug 8-14 BillDip smut week! I’ll be posting fics both here and on Archive of Our Own.
Today’s prompt is Rough Sex! Also includes some master/pet talk and tied
wrists. Wanna participate? The prompts can be found here! http://billdip-smut.tumblr.com/post/147600882292/billdip-smut-week
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7613812/chapters/17331034
Fic can be found under the cut, very NSFW of course, enjoy!
Hold Me Up Against the Wall
Dipper had told Bill not to hold back and a safeword
had been assigned. So Bill was going to show him exactly how demons
liked to play.
The moment they agreed on their
word and Dipper gave consent to start, effectively handing the reins to
Bill, Bill grabbed him by the arms and yanked him close, pressing their
lips together.
Dipper gasped in surprise, but gave
in, opening his mouth and letting Bill lead. Bill explored it hungrily,
nails biting into Dipper’s arms to keep him still. Tongues met and
teeth bumped, and Bill quickly backed him up, slamming him into a wall.
The
human gasped with pain, breaking away for a desperate breath, and Bill
bit into his throat, hard enough to draw blood. The jolt of pain made
Dipper struggle, and his wrists were pinned back, as Bill dragged his
teeth up, tongue teasing along tender skin, nipping on sensitive spots.
It hurt but it felt good, and Dipper’s legs were soon trembling, pants
growing tight.
“Put your arms behind your back and keep them there,” Bill ordered in a husky voice against his ear.
“Okay.” Dipper waited for Bill to let go of his arms, then obediently put them behind his back, hands together.
Bill
nodded with approval and began sliding his hands under Dipper’s shirt,
nails digging in and scraping the skin, and Dipper shivered. Bill
watched him closely, pupils large with lust, slit-shaped. Dipper smiled
expectantly at him.
With a growl, Bill moved one
of his hands, swiftly grabbing Dipper’s hair and yanking his head back.
The man cried out, eyes watering, and his mouth was covered by Bill’s.
The
demon was insistent, tongue tracing along Dipper’s lips until he opened
his mouth, and then exploring inside. Dipper’s cheeks burned, and he
followed along the best he could, but he was quickly becoming
overwhelmed.
Bill pulled back, licking his lips.
He kept holding Dipper’s hair, taking in the slightly pained look on his
partner’s face. Then he smiled. “You’re adorable, Pine Tree.” He kissed
him again, then let go, kneeling down and pushing both hands up under
Dipper’s shirt. He found his nipples, rubbing them firmly, listening to
Dipper’s soft gasps and moans as the buds drew stiff.
“Please…” Dipper begged, needing more touch. His hands shook, he wanted so badly to reach out and touch the other.
“Keep
them behind you,” Bill said, then pushed Dipper’s shirt up so he could
see his chest. He leaned in, kissing the flushed skin, and ran his
tongue over each nipple, suckling on them.
This
shouldn’t be getting to Dipper so much, but Bill’s firmness and the way
he was being forced to submit was a huge turn on. Dipper shifted his
weight, planting his legs a little further apart.
Bill pulled back, straightening up and taking hold of the shirt. “Arms up, above your head.”
Dipper
lifted his arms, and Bill pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. He
returned his arms to their previous position and Bill gave a nod of
approval, tugging off his own shirt. Then, after a moment of thought,
began discarding the rest.
“Match me,” he directed.
Dipper eagerly copied him, stripping off clothing, until they were both standing naked together.
“Much better,” Bill said, picking up Dipper’s shirt and twisting it. “Arms behind you again, good boy…”
Dipper’s
chest glowed, he always liked when Bill called him that. Bill moved
behind him and used the shirt to tie his wrists together, then returned
to his front. He shoved him against the wall, pressing flush against him
and kissing his lips. It was a harsh meeting of teeth and gums, and
Dipper shuddered before responding, letting the aggressive demon
dominate his mouth. It got his heart racing, body growing hot, Bill was
so dangerous and Dipper really shouldn’t be getting intimate with him,
his very humanity rebelled against it, but he absolutely loved it. It
was so wrong and filthy and he’d never give this up for another partner.
Bill’s
hips pressed against him to keep him pinned, and Dipper moaned as their
erections rubbed together. At least Bill was just as hard as he was.
Bill’s
hands fell to Dipper’s waist, nails gripping hard enough to scratch,
and when Dipper shifted, they cut into him. Dipper broke away to gasp,
and his arms strained as he tried to instinctively hold onto the other.
“Still trying to defy me, huh?” Bill asked, voice low. “Then you’ll have to wait even longer to get what you want.”
“Bill,” Dipper whined.
The demon slapped his side before dropping down onto his knees. “Quiet. And you know better than to call me that.”
Dipper swallowed. So that’s how Bill was playing. “I… I apologize, Master.”
“Apology
accepted. We’ll wring the last of that defiance out of you soon
enough.” Bill kissed the inside of Dipper’s ankle, and then began
working his way up his leg, cradling it almost delicately, though his
bites were anything but delicate. He nipped and licked, sometimes giving
the skin a little twist that made Dipper whimper, fingers clenching.
All he could do was stand there, trembling with pleasure and discomfort
and frustration, as Bill slowly moved up. He felt like he could cry when
Bill finally reached his thigh, and he chanced a glance down at him.
Only to immediately meet molten gold eyes, and he realized that Bill has
been watching him, has been staring and licking his lips as he watched
Dipper’s reactions, his face dark with a blush.
Bill
scoffed when he saw Dipper look down at him, and lifted himself higher,
completely skipping over the area Dipper wanted him to touch and
instead scraping his teeth against his hip. Dipper thoughtlessly tried
to grind against him, and Bill straightened up.
“What’s
that?” Bill asked, leaning against him and thrusting one of his legs
between Dipper’s. He pressed hard enough for it to be more painful than
enjoyable. Nonetheless, Dipper tried to rut against him. “You want
something?”
“B-Bill, please-”
Bill grabbed his neck. “What did I say about calling me that?”
Dipper squeezed his eyes shut, sobbing, “Master, please!”
“Mm,
that’s better. Please what?” Bill relaxed his leg, and Dipper shifted
to press himself more comfortably against it. But he didn’t move right
away.
“Please…” Dipper opened his eyes again, giving him a pleading look. “Fuck me. Master…”
“You want me to fuck you? Why? What makes you think you’ve earned it?”
“Master,
I’ve been good, I’m your most devoted servant and I want to please you.
I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll praise you, my body is yours, I’ll
worship you with everything I have… You’re my god, the only one I want
to touch, Master please…”
Bill moaned softly, and
Dipper felt his cock twitch against his leg. “You are indeed my most
devoted servant… perhaps you’ve earned a reward. You seem apologetic for
your earlier defiance… I suppose I can’t blame you for being eager.”
Dipper
could just about cry with relief when Bill’s hand moved down to his
length, wrapping around it and stroking gently. “Thank you, Master…”
“You’re
welcome, sapling.” Bill kissed his temple, stroking faster. “Look at
you, you’re dripping. Naughty boy.” He ran his thumb over the tip,
spreading the precum back down.
Dipper leaned into
the touch, moaning quietly. His legs felt weak. He was just starting to
move his hips in response when Bill let go of him and backed away.
Before Dipper could complain, the demon had used a spell to slick up his
fingers with lube, and then began working them inside him. He was
quick, pressing them in one after the other, making Dipper hiss and
writhe slightly. Bill’s free arm slid around his lower back, supporting
him as he loosened him.
“You like this?” Bill
said, sliding his fingers in and out. Despite the discomfort, Dipper
bucked his hips, trying to ride them. He was vocalizing quietly. “You do
like it. You little slut.”
“Ah…” Dipper couldn’t help it, he groaned out loud.
Bill chuckled and kissed his throat, and removed his fingers.
“M-Master, that can’t be… I mean…” Dipper swallowed thickly, “Apologies, I just enjoy your touch so much, I… wanted more.”
“Patience,
sapling.” Bill spread lube down his cock, then took hold of Dipper’s
hips, lifting him. Dipper was pushed back against the wall, and he felt
Bill’s tip against his rear, firm and ready. It teased at his entrance,
making him spread his legs with anticipation, and there was a pause that
seemed to last forever. And then Bill’s fingers tightened their grip
and the demon slammed into him, rough and all at once.
“A ah!”
Dipper called out, high and breathy. “Bil- Master!” He tossed his head
back, and Bill perched him easily on his hips, allowing Dipper to wrap
his legs around his waist.
“Mine,” Bill growled
against his neck, thrusting hard. Dipper’s shoulder blades pressed to
the wall and his lower back kept getting pounded against it as well, it
was so raw and he loved it.
“Yours,”
Dipper breathed, squirming as his arms started to ache, wanting so badly
to put them around the other, but he would have to make do without.
Bill
moved an arm to support Dipper’s lower back, and his other hand grabbed
Dipper’s hair, yanking on it and forcing him to bare his throat. The
demon kissed it with a ravenous moan, biting over bruises, lapping up
the blood whenever he managed to pierce skin.
Dipper
whimpered as his body was rocked forward and back by Bill’s thrusts,
thoughts lost in a haze of pleasure, each little jolt of pain just
sending heat right to his cock. The friction inside him was good and
tight, and he was eagerly rolling his hips to take the other in deep,
his own cock pinned between their stomachs. Bill kept rubbing his
muscular abs into it, getting him closer and closer to his edge each
time they moved in sync.
“Nn, Master, it’s so
good, you’re amazing,” Dipper praised him, willingly tilting his head as
Bill’s tongue traced up under his chin.
“I know,” Bill replied. His voice was gravely, seeming to echo unnaturally. “You’re perfect.”
“Gh,
n-no, I am nothing… You are my blessed god, I exist only to serve you…”
Dipper shuddered when Bill’s tongue followed his jawline and curled
around his earlobe. His groin twisted with tension. “Master…”
Bill’s
nails dug into his skin, the ones on Dipper’s head pulling his hair
hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. “You’re delicious, little
Dipper. You feel so good around me. Ah… You’re so good, so obedient…” He
moved faster, harshly shoving Dipper into the wall with audible thumps.
The human arched, mouth opening but unable to even articulate how good
he felt right now. He just cried out wordlessly, and Bill moaned in
response. “Ah, human… Come for me.”
Dipper keened
as he finished, hips thrusting hard against Bill as the tension in his
body released in an eruption of bliss. He slumped back, weakly sighing
as Bill kept going, savoring his afterglow. He watched Bill for a few
moments, until the demon pressed their lips together. Dipper made out
with him, little whimpers escaping him each time Bill rutted against his
sweet spot. He deepened the kiss, and as he rubbed his tongue along
Bill’s, the demon finally came.
The human gave a
final groan at the sensation of warmth covering his sweet spot, vision
wavering. Bill pulled out, a motion that made Dipper wince, and kissed
him. Dipper responded, smiling at him, though his head was pounding.
Vaguely he felt Bill untie his arms, and next thing he knew, he was
falling into his lover’s embrace and they were sinking to the floor.
“You alright?” Bill asked, stroking Dipper’s hair.
“Yeah,”
Dipper replied, yawning. He shifted, taking inventory of the pain in
his arms and legs, the soreness of his neck, not to mention how his back
was killing him. But that had been awesome. Every mark Bill left on him
made him feel alive, and by now they didn’t even hurt. They felt good
and he was proud to have gotten so many love bites today.
“How bout a massage tomorrow?” Bill suggested.
That
was enough to get Dipper up, at least long enough to walk with him to
the bed. He draped over him immediately, softly thumping his chest with
his fist. “Well as rough as that was, it better be an hour long
session.”
“Heh. You got it.”