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PAIRING: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Billy Hargrove is jealous and possessive - what’s new? But he’s also scared of losing you. So he makes you prove he never has to worry about that.

wc: 5K

warning: smut (mdni!!), mentions of alcohol and partying, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bj, rough sex and light degrading, some talks of trauma from parents, Billy makes reader crawl (should that be a warning?) sorry if I missed anything

Listen, I know Billy in the show is not a great person. But I also know he’s a product of the environment he was raised in. I think if he had a chance to be loved, things could have been a lot different for him. So here’s to the Billy in my head. Feedback is welcomed <3

🌶️ below. Minors begone! 👋🏻

The music pulsed through the house while Billy made his rounds. The guys pat him on the back as he pushed through the crowd, celebrating his newfound title as Keg King. The girls giggled when he sent a confident wink their way.

His signature leather jacket and Levi’s always turned heads - even though he was supposed to be in a Halloween costume. It didn’t matter because no one would question him and his outfit selection. As the new Top Dog at Hawkin’s High - everyone wanted to be him or be with him.

Billy was riding the high of popularity and it was one of the few things that gave him a distraction from his life.

When he wasn’t home… things were perfect. He had gotten extremely good at covering up the bruises from his Dad and masking the pain of his insults as well. Who needed a costume when you were so good at pretending to be someone you weren’t all year?

But the bright red cherry on top of it all? You.

The pretty little thing he decided to make his girlfriend shortly after the school year began. Every King needed a Queen, right? And if he wanted to dethrone Harrington and keep his status - he needed to make sure the girl he chose was top-tier.

And you were.

He plucked you right out of the cheerleading squad, spotting you the first week of school as he practiced basketball drills.

You were fucking perfect. How your uniform hugged every curve on your body almost made him drool. Curves so dangerous that he could picture what it would be like to speed his Camaro along them.

At first, when he made his move, you rolled your eyes at him…

Actually fucking rolled your eyes. At HIM.

Of course, that made him want you more. He loved the chase. It gave him a thrill.

The other girls fawned over him, but you were different.

Finally after a few weeks of him showing up at your locker, outside of your class, and leaning against your car at the end of each day - you reluctantly agreed to go on ONE DATE with him.

He gave you a sly smirk and told you he’d pick you up at 8 PM from your house.

What he didn’t expect was actually enjoying himself on the date.

The two of you surprisingly had a lot in common. You opened up about your parents and how they treated you. How you felt like you were never good enough for them. You talked about music - much to Billy’s surprise, it wasn’t the typically girly shit that the other cheerleaders listened to.

Before he knew it, it was time to take you home - and he hadn’t even had a chance to try to get into your pants. Which was pretty much all his other dates had consisted of since he moved to this shitty town.

When he pulled up in front of your house, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a smile that made his heart melt into a goddamn puddle.

Watching you walk up the driveway, he mentally scolded himself for actually having feelings for you. Embarrassing, he thought. But once he had a taste of your presence, he couldn’t let you go.

After a few more dates and a couple of nights of him going home with the bluest fucking balls he had ever had in his life, you agreed to be his girlfriend. And boy, did he get more than he bargained for.

Once the two of you were dating, it was like you couldn’t get enough of him. And he sure as hell couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Hot and heavy make-out sessions in the back of his car turned into him fucking you at Skull Rock. The way your moans echoed through the woods made him never want to fuck anyone other than you again.

But of course, he’d never tell you that. Because that would mean he was attached. Billy couldn’t get attached… that meant he had something to lose.

Mentally bringing his focus back to the party, Billy looked through the crowd in an attempt to find you. When his eyes locked on you, he stopped in his tracks. He could practically feel his blood boiling as you stood there in your Elvira costume talking to the one and only Steve Fucking Harrington.

Steve flashed his beaming smile at you and Billy watched in slow motion as you laughed and touched his arm after whatever stupid ass joke he must’ve made. What. The. Fuck.

Gruffly walking over to the two of you, he stood behind you and glared at Steve.

Feeling his presence, you turned around and smiled up at him warily. “Hey, babe…”

His eyes didn’t leave Steve and you swallowed the lump in your throat at the thick tension now swirling between the three of you.

“Mind if I steal my girlfriend, Harrington?” The venom dripped from his words and you felt a chill run down your spine. You were used to his possessiveness and had a few arguments about it already, so you knew you were in for a miserable night.

“Can’t steal something that isn’t mine,” Steve shrugged with a forced chuckle before looking over at you. His face was filled with concern and you subtly rolled your eyes at him, letting him know you were fine.

Nothing new apparently when dating Billy Hargrove.

“Thanks,” Billy spat, grabbing your arm and pulling you through the crowd.

“Ow,” you hissed as you stumbled behind him. “Billy… what the hell?”

Pulling you into one of the empty rooms, Billy slammed the door behind him and turned around to glare at you as you rubbed your wrist. “What the hell ME? What the hell are YOU doing fucking drooling over Harrington?”

He stood in front of the door, arms crossed over his chest. His bare chest… because of course he wasn’t wearing a shirt under that leather jacket of his. You hated how his commanding stare sparked a thrill deep in your core. You shifted on your feet, crossing your arms over your own chest to mimic his stance. You were probably the only person to ever challenge him… to not back down when his defenses went up.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me… you were practically eye-fucking him.”

There it was again. That eye roll. Billy watched as you shook your head and scoffed. All he wanted to do was grab your face and slam his lips against yours. Kiss the brat out of you. His perfect girl… but the thought of you even flirting with someone else had his whole body on fire and he wasn’t going to give in.

“Why the hell would I be EYE-FUCKING Steve, Billy? Are you serious? We’ve been together for almost three months and you still can’t trust me?!” You furrowed your brows and stared at him expectantly.

When he didn’t say anything, you huffed out a breath. Dropping your hands to your sides in defeat, you looked up at him. “I can’t do this… I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.”

Billy sucked in a breath like you had slapped him. “What?” His voice came out smaller and quieter than he had intended. When your eyes met his, he could see the tears forming. It killed him when you cried. “Come on, you don’t mean that…”

He went to reach out but you pulled back and his face shifted into a scowl. You knew this part very well… his walls were coming up. Brick by brick. Never letting you see how he really felt. You wondered if he even actually cared at all.

Taking a step toward you, he stared down at you and chuckled darkly. “You think anyone could make you feel like I do? Could fuck you like I do?” You bit your bottom lip as you stared up at him defiantly, not wanting him to know the effect he had on you at this moment. “You wanna go ask Harrington?” He practically snarled out the words and it reminded you why you were angry at him in the first place. You pushed at his chest, making him take a step back.

“I don’t need STEVE to fuck me. You’re so stupid… you know what?! I don’t even need YOU to fuck me. I can manage just fine on my own.” You went to shove him again but he grabbed your wrists, looking down with his eyebrows cocked up in surprise.

“Show me then…”

“What?” Your gaze snapped up to his and you inhaled sharply, noticing his blue eyes had gone dark.

“I said show me. Show me just how well you can manage on your own. How much you don’t need me… and I’ll let you go without a fight.”

“You’re nuts, Billy. Move…” You half-heartedly tried to pull your wrists from his hands but he just gripped tighter.

“Show me, Princess.” His voice was dark and rough… the timbre sending a shockwave right down to your core. Fuck.

Letting go of your wrists, he leaned nonchalantly against the bedroom door and gestured to you with his hand. “Well? Go ahead. You really want this to be over?” You really want to leave me… he thought to himself. “Then show me that you don’t need me.”

You felt so stupid. Your brain screamed at you to stop or do something… ANYTHING to just get him to move away from the door so you could leave. But your body was on autopilot. You always thought Billy was heartbreakingly handsome - but when he was bossy? So hot it was earth-shattering. And as much as you wanted to hate him, your body ached for him. It always did.

Moving to the bed, you sat down with a huff… trying to get comfortable. You didn’t even know whose room this was. But all you could focus on was the feeling of his eyes practically burning a hole into you.. You kept your eyes on his as you ran your hand down the front of your black dress. Finding the slit that trailed up to your thigh, you moved your hand underneath the fabric and Billy tisked.

“Need to see…” he gritted out.

In annoyance, you bunched the fabric up around your hips putting your black lacy underwear on full display. “Better?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Continue.”

You exhaled as you slowly ran your fingers over your clothed core, watching as Billy’s eyes followed them carefully. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, you began circling your middle finger over your clit. A small moan slipped from your lips and Billy’s eyes flicked up to your face as he licked his bottom lip.

As your heart pounded in your chest, you dipped your middle finger into your dripping entrance and inhaled sharply. Moving your thumb in circles over your clit, you slowly slid another finger inside of yourself, eyes locked on Billy as he stood there as still as a statue.

You teased him with little moans as you fucked yourself with your hand. You KNEW that the feeling of your own fingers would never rival Billy’s touch. His thick, long digits were able to reach that perfect spot inside of you that you always just seemed to miss. The way he’d get you so close to the edge and then stop, leaving you a babbling mess as you begged for more.

But not this time. You were determined to show him that you could make yourself cum just as easily as he could. Rocking your hips against your own hand, you ground your clit against your palm as you tried to maneuver your fingers as deep as possible.

Frustration quickly built inside of you… that sweet spot just out of reach. You closed your eyes and your face twisted with determination. You DIDN’T need him, you mentally chanted to yourself as you tried to set a pace that would get you to your release.

Just as you whimpered in desperation, you heard the soft clanging of metal. Opening your eyes, you looked toward the door. It felt like lava was shooting through your veins as you watched Billy fumble with his belt, keeping his dark stare on you.

Pushing his jeans down slightly, he pulled out his cock and spit into his free hand. You clenched around your fingers as you kept watching.

Slowly pumping himself, he grinned at you. “How you doing over there, angel?”

“F-fine…” you moaned, your mouth practically watering at the sight of him.

“Seems like it’s taking you a little while… don’t need my help, do ya?”

You watched as his thumb grazed over the head of his length, spreading the bead of precum along with it. You’d give anything to have him in your mouth right now. The intoxicating scent of him - that fucking cologne he always wore. The heaviness of him on your tongue… NO. No, you didn’t need him.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on anything other than him. But in doing so, you started overthinking your own movements and pace… your building orgasm quickly and literally slipping from your fingers.

You heard him chuckle huskily, a quick moan mixing with it. “Sure you don’t need help, baby? You know how fast I can have you screaming for me.”

“No…” you whimpered. “Can do it myself.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed deliciously. “Well, I can gladly help you once I’m finished… since I’ll probably be done before you are at this rate.”

Letting out a frustrated groan, you glared at him. Watching as his eyebrows knit together in pleasure drove you fucking insane. “Billy…”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” His stupid voice sounded all breathy and perfect as he picked up his pace. You’d never been the jealous type - there wasn’t room in the relationship for TWO possessive people. But in this very moment, you were jealous of his fist. Wishing you were the one he was fucking.

“I-” You hesitated.

“Hmm? Tell me what you need…” His head rested against the door as he gazed down at you through hooded eyes, still stroking himself. “All you have to do is say it.”

“I… I can’t…” You felt like you wanted to cry from the frustration. “Billy…” you whined.

“Let me hear it, angel. Gotta hear you say it - and I’ll help you.” The devilish grin across his face made you want to slap him but the need to feel him was winning.

“I need you. Please, Billy… I can’t…”

“Is that so? Not sure I should give in so quickly. Especially since you wanted to leave me just a few minutes ago. I’m sure there’s another girl out there who would love to have me fuck them instead.”

Your stomach dropped at the thought of him with someone else. As your eyes went wide, you shook your head quickly, “no, baby. I’m sorry. I was just mad… don’t wanna leave you. Ever. Please? I need you, Billy. Need you so bad.” Rocking your hips against your hand, you tried to ease the building need in your core. You had no idea how you went from determined to babbling mess - but you didn’t care at this point.

He smiled and ran his eyes over your body, taking in just how desperate you were. “Come here, angel.”

With a whine, you slipped your fingers out of your core and got off the bed. As you walked over to him, he shook his head. “Crawl to me…”

“What?”

“Crawl… to… me. Show me how much you want me. How sorry you are for trying to end this.”

Sinking to your knees, you leaned forward onto your hands. The embarrassment you felt as you shuffled along the carpet of this random person’s room shot straight between your thighs. This would be degrading and offensive with anyone else but with Billy - you fucking loved it.

When you finally made your way over to him, you glanced up at him through your eyelashes. “Baby…”

“Shhhh, sweetheart. I know.” He reached down with his free hand and ran his fingers delicately through your dark tresses. Your eyes fluttered closed at his touch, a small hum escaping your lips. But before you had a chance to completely melt into him, his grip got tight and he yanked your head back so that you were looking up at him in shock. “Open.”

As you stared up at him, he looked down at you darkly. “Come on. Open that pretty mouth for me.”

Your mouth fell open and you stuck your tongue out, not taking your eyes off of him.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed as he pumped himself. Keeping the rough grip on your hair, he held your head in place as he tapped the tip of his dick on your tongue.

You watched as he bit his bottom lip, his eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes. Squeezing your thighs together, you attempted to ease the need that was driving you insane.

“You’re gonna take all of me… okay, baby? Gonna let me use you?”

“Yes…” you whined, feeling the sting of Billy’s grip on your hair, tugging at your scalp. “Wanna be good for you.”

He hummed in satisfaction, wasting no time to shove himself down your throat. Tears sprung at the corner of your eyes as you gagged around him. His thrusts were sharp as he fucked your mouth over and over. Seeing you struggling, he pulled your head back roughly. He chuckled as you gasped for breath and coughed… a string of drool connecting from your lips to his dick.

“Whatsamatter, angel? Thought you liked it rough…”

“Please,” you croaked, still trying to catch your breath. You reached up, running your hands along his firm thighs.

“Please what?”

“Need you….” He smirked as you pouted. You looked like a goddamn dream - your lips glistening and slightly swollen while your cheeks flushed, mascara starting to run down them.

“You want me to fuck you, baby? Tell me…”

“Want you to fuck me, Billy,” you whimpered, squeezing his thighs. God how you loved to ride those thighs.

“Beg for me.” His tone was bitter as he gently ran his fingers through your hair.

“Billy…” you cried, not able to wait anymore. You needed him.

He tugged your head back, leaning down so he was almost touching your face. You gasped at the closeness, feeling his breath against your cheek. “I said beg… or I’ll leave.”

He would never. Could never. But he wanted to make you desperate… wanted you to remember to never tell him it was over.

Tears ran down your cheeks. “Baby… I need you. Please! I’m sorry, Billy. Please fuck me? Wanna feel you… I NEED to feel you. Didn’t mean to make you upset. I love you…”

“Shhh, shhhh… it’s okay,” he cooed, gently wiping your tears away with his freehand. “I know, Princess. You just needed me to remind you who you belong to, didn’t you?”

You nod as best as you can with his other hand still pulling at your hair. “Yes, Sir…”

Groaning at the nickname and the way you were looking up at him, he finally let go of your hair. “Get up…”

“What?”

“Get up… now. Or do you not want me to take care of you?”

Eyes going wide, you scrambled to your feet and stared up at him as you stood. Billy’s hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you into a rough kiss. Melting against his lips, your eyes flutter closed as you ran your hands up his stomach to his chest.

Wrapping an arm around you, he spun you and pinned your body against the door. Pulling out of the kiss, he grabbed your jaw tightly, making you look up at him.

“Who do you belong to?” His dark voice made you even more wet… if that was even possible at this point.

“You.”

“Are you ever gonna fuckin’ leave me?” You whimpered as he gripped your jaw tighter and pressed your head back against the door.

“No…” Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him. It was obvious how hard he was trying to keep up his tough guy facade, but in that moment you could see just how scared he was to lose you. “Never gonna leave you. Billy…” Bringing your hand up to his, you gently squeezed it - reassuring him with a softness that contrasted the grip he had on you.

He searched your eyes, his chest rising and falling with each angry breath.

“Baby,” you said softly. You knew about Billy’s family. His own Mom left him… and his Dad…. Well, there was a reason why Billy was so rough. “I’m here. I won’t leave. Promise. I need you.”

Feeling you relax in his grip, his eyes softened. Seeing the red marks already forming on your jaw along his fingertips, he quickly let go. He didn’t want to hurt you… he didn’t want to be angry. You were the only person who made him feel at home and the thought of losing you made him crazy.

Crashing his lips against yours, he cupped your cheeks with both hands. You were instantly dizzy, feeling him press himself against you as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip.

Pulling away from you, he trailed kisses down your jaw and neck as he slid his thigh between your legs. Grinding against him, a deep moan escaped your lips. The friction of his jeans against your sensitive core was heaven.

Billy groaned, “that’s my girl. Feel good, baby? Gonna make a mess on my jeans?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, biting on your bottom lip as he pressed his thigh harder against you.

“Come on, angel… wanna see you fall apart for me.” He nipped at your earlobe, his one hand gripping your thigh as you found your pace and the other pressing against the door.

Your head thudded back against the bedroom door, eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure built inside of you. “Billy…” you panted, gripping at his leather jacket.

“Touch yourself… you’re so close.”

Whimpering, you snaked one hand down between the two of you. Pushing the lacy fabric of your underwear to the side, you circled your clit… not slowing your pace as you rode his thigh. “Oh fuck,” you cried as your body jolted at the sensation.

“Ohh, that’s it… there you go. Keep going. Want you to cum for me, Princess.” Billy groaned, watching your face contort with pleasure.

“Billy… ah, I’m gonna… oh God…”

“Almost there. Wanna see you make a mess for me…” he leaned forward and licked a stripe up your neck sending electricity down to your core.

“OH GOD!” Your eyes rolled back as you reached the peak and quickly fell over it, Billy’s hand squeezing your thigh tightly as you spasmed around nothing. You needed to feel him.

As you let came down from your high and let out a shaky breath, Billy pulled his thigh away. The denim of his light jeans now decorated with a very apparent wet spot. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Ah, ah… don’t get shy now. Everyone is gonna know how I take care of you.” He shifted himself so that he was between your thighs, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. “Want them to see it…”Billy reached down, running his fingers through your dripping core before stroking himself a few times. “Want them to hear it…”

Before you had time to process it, he slammed himself deep inside of you. You screamed, digging your nails into the shoulders of his leather jacket. “BILLY! OH FUCK!”

“Who makes you feel this good, angel? Let them know.” He pulled back his hips and thrust himself roughly back inside of you, his head falling forward so he could rest his forehead against yours.

He continued his brutal pace as you cried out for him. Moaning, whimpering, begging him to fuck you harder against the door. You didn’t care if anyone could hear… you just needed him.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he grit out, wrapping an arm around your waist so he could get as deep inside of you as possible with each thrust. Kissing you with every ounce of fire he had, he reached up with his other hand and yanked down the neck line of your dress with your bra.

You yelped as he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“Like that, baby? Tell me how good it feels…”

“So fucking good,” you cried, tightening your legs around his hips. “You feel… ah, oh my god… you feel so good, Billy. I love your cock.”

His mouth watered at the sound of your praise. Rolling his hips he fucked into you, hitting that spot he knew always made your legs shake. “Can anyone else make you feel this way?”

“NO! There’s no one else, fuck… want you to fuck me forever.” You clung to him desperately as you felt another orgasm building deep inside of you. “Baby. I can’t… it’s too much.”

“You can, Princess. I know you can… gotta paint my cock, baby. God, you’re so fucking tight. Like you were made to take me…”

You whined as he pounded you against the door, the wood creaking on its hinge with each thrust.

“Please… Billy.” You words came out breathlessly.

“What? What do you need? Ask me… give you anything you want…” he purred as he looked down between you two, watching himself move in and out of you. “So fucking pretty.”

“Please cum with me,” you begged.

“Want me to fill you up? Let you walk around the party with me dripping out of you?”

You clenched around him and nodded furiously. “YES! Pleaseeee, Billy!”

“Ah, fuck…” he exhaled, kissing along your jaw. “Such a greedy fucking girl. Gonna give you what you want, ‘kay? Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

When he bit your neck, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You wrapped yourself around him tighter as your orgasm wrecked through your body.

“Mmph, fuck…” he mumbled into your neck, his hips stuttering from the feeling of you. You were his heaven. “That’s it, baby. I’m gonna cum, oh fuck…”

He pulled you tight against him as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. Pinning you against the door, he bit down on your shoulder as he spilled inside of you.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you threaded your hands in his golden curls, holding him close to you. He lifted his head, looking at you through hooded eyes. “Hey…”

“M’fine…” you sniffled, nodding. “I’m okay.”

He panted as he pulled out of you, setting you down gently on the floor. Adjusting himself, he pulled up his jeans and zipped them up. Cupping your cheek, he used his thumb to wipe your cheek.

Leaning into his hand, you closed your eyes. His heart pounded as he watched you. “I love you…”

Your eyes opened and you stared up at him. It was something you told him frequently but you don’t think you’d ever heard him say it back. “You do?”

He nodded softly, “yeah… really fuckin’ do.”

As your lip trembled you threw your arms around his neck, standing on your top toes and kissed him. He gently cradled the back of your head, savoring the taste of you.

Pulling back, you looked up at him. “I love you too. I know it’s hard for you to say it. So thank you…”

Billy shrugged and looked down at you with a soft smile. “Just… don’t leave me? Especially for Harrington…”

“You gotta trust me, baby… there’s no one else I want.”

“I’ll work on it,” he hummed as he reached down and fixed the fabric of your underwear and pulled down your dress.

“That’s all I can ask,” you smiled up at him, planting a small kiss on his lips.

“You ready to go back to the party?” He smirked at you.

“I don’t know. Thought this was the party,” you giggled, looking down at his jeans. “Oh God.”

A devilish grin spread across his face, “guess everyone is gonna know who I belong to too.”

“They better. You’re mine.” You went to smack his chest but he caught your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm.

“I’m yours.”

Your heart fluttered as you stared up at him. “Ugh, come on, Casanova.”

Billy chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you away from the door. He opened it and looked back at you, reaching down to lace your fingers together. “Let’s go before I ask you to fucking run away with me or some crazy shit…”

Little did he know, if he asked… you absolutely would. You spent the rest of the party, under his arm as he talked to his “friends.” Steve gave you a subtle thumbs up from across the room to ask if everything was okay. You smiled and nodded, leaning more into Billy and breathing in his cologne. God you loved him.

And he loved you.

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