BillFord Smut. For kinky BillFord shippers.

Princess Unattainabelle

Ford sighed. It was finally over and he can finally take off that stupid, poofy, pink dress.
He took off the flower crown and elf ears.
He was about to take off the dress, but the zipper was too hight, and too low to reach.

"Hey, Bill, a little help here?" Ford asked.

He expected Bill to do as he asked, but instead Bill wrapped his arms around Fords waist, in a back-hug.

"Keep it on, Princess Unattainabelle."
"I'm not a Princess."
"Don't care. I like that name, and I'm sticking to it."
"Well, I care, and I don't like it."
"Too bad, then."

Bill snuggled up against Fords back, his eye closed. And Ford sighed.

"I'm gonna have to walk around the place with you on my back like a koala all day, aren't I?"
"Yup."

~A while later, in Fords room. (Still wearing the dress. Bill didn't let him take it off.)~

Ford was working at his desk. He had to sit in a backless chair, since Bill was still attached to his back.
Ford was too occupied to realize.
Bill was very comfortable on his back, but soon enough, he wanted something. . . More.

"Hey, Sixer."
"Yeah?"
"I'm hungry."
"Waddaya want to eat?"
"You."

Ford didn't react, until, one second later, he had processed what Bill said.
Ford went red on his cheeks, but pushed it down.

"I'm busy."
"You have time."
"I have a full schedule."
"I can pause time."

Ford tried every excuse, but Bill knew how to win against them.

"Then I'll give you. . . 30 minutes to finish up. I'm starving here, Nerd 6.0."
"Thank you."

Ford continued his work, still hot on his cheeks, aware of what's going to happen.

~31 minutes later. Bill gave him an extra minute.~

"Times up, Sixer!"
"Oh. . . Yeah. . . Yeah, I know."
"Good. Then you should know that I'm hungry. You know what I want."
"Yeah. . . I'm aware."
"Good."

Bill sat on Fords bed and snapped his fingers. Time was frozen now.
Bill was right, he was hungry, Ford could see it in his eye; a thin pupil (like a cat), that begged for Ford to come to him.
And that's exactly what Ford did.

As soon as Ford stopped in front of Bill, the triangle grabbed him by the hips, and slammed him onto the bed, placing himself on top of Ford.
Bill sat in between Fords legs, gripping tightly on his hips, itching to strip him of anything that covered his legs.
Except that pink dress.

'No. . . We're doing this my way.'

And with that, Bill did what he was itching to do, taking off Fords boxers.

At that point, Bill was drooling, eager to scarf down the cock right in front of him.
And he did just that.
Bills eyelips wrapped around the middle of Fords dick, sucking hard.
Hard enough to such out the cum that Ford was so desperately trying to hold down.

Ford held a hand over his clenched jaw, pulling at the blanket he was laying on.
Bills tongue swiped every molecule of Fords dick, sucking aggressively.
So aggressively.

That's when Ford broke. He couldn't hold it down anymore, and a wave of hot, white goo entered Bills eyemouth.
But that only made it more aggressive, and what used to be a slow, neat rhythm, became a fast, hard sucking.
Fords voice suddenly escaped into his breath, and a low, soft, shakey moan came from him.

And then, Bills mind started whispering to him.
It was the tongue downstairs.

'I wanna turn.'
'Fuck you.'
'You want it, too.'
'Fine.'

Bill slowed down, and slowly slipped his eyelips off of Fords cock, thick saliva running down it.
Ford felt a mixture of disappointment, and relief.
Relief because he was about to release another wave of hot cum.
Bills eye rolled back, with a huge, satisfied pupil.

"Don't take your deep breaths now, a Princess Unattainabelle. We're not done yet."
"Y-yes-"
"But make a sound, and I'll stop."

And so, Ford shut up.

'Come to daddy-'
'Shut it, you filthy dick/cock hungry tongue!'
'Yes, master.'
'Sigh.'

Bill sat on Fords cock when the hole opened, the tongue doing what it usually does, and pulled it inside.
Bills hands were on each side of Fords waist, his claw/nails cutting into the blanket.

'Harder, daddy?'
'Oh- yes please.'

The tongue pulled it in more, locking the sides with a long, pointed end.
Bill stiffled a long, pleading moan.
This time, Bill broke, and did what he usually does when he feels great..

He purred.
Like a cat.

'I shouldve done that when I was giving him a blowjob.'
'Agreed.'

The vibration of the pur rolled down Fords dick, causing him to violently shudder.

'Mmmm. . . Do it again, Daddy likey~'
'Shut the FUCK up, or I'm taking him back.
'Okay, master.'

And then, a violent pull and push motion, which made Bill shudder, moan, and put more slices into the bed.
But it just kept going.

'Faster, daddy?'
'Yes. Please.'

The motion sped up, and Bills purring got louder, along with his shakey moans, putting deeper slices into the bed.

~A long while later.~

'I'm kinda sore, but. . . I don't wanna stop.'
'Same. Have I gone red?'
'Most likely.'

The motion had slowed down, both of them drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.
The tongue licked it's way off, in one last goodbye, and Bill slid off.
He wanted to continue SO badly, but he was sore, red, and hot between his legs, which were aching.

A moment passed (because they needed to catch their breath), until Bill crawled up and hugged Ford, digging his face into Fords chest, snuggling him.

"Sorry to stop so soon, I was getting sore. . ."
"No worries. ."

They continued to cuddle.
For the rest of the night.

(End.)

(NGL, that was a cute ending :D)