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[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics + writer's own twists on the trope and werewolf lore, p in v sex, body fluids, biting/marking, dirty talk, an ooc/gentler side of billy hargrove, use of petnames, swearing, creampie,hints of a breeding kink have entered the chat. listen, if you don't like a/b/o fanfiction then it's for the best you don't read this because this is full of stuff present in the trope ; knotting, the mate bite, etc... writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - a/b/o ( bonus ficlet )

character | fandom - werewolf!alpha Billy Hargrove | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, omega!reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.3k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . billy takes what belongs to him and you're happy to let him..✧ ˚ 　· 　　

The windows are starting to fog. Metallica is playing softly on the radio and you haven’t stopped kissing Billy Hargrove for hours. Parts of you realize that when -if, your mind corrects, you finally drag yourself home after it’s all done, your mother is most likely going to murder you. Even bigger parts of you have decided that maybe you just don’t give a damn. She made her choice and now, as you slip over the console and into Billy’s lap in the driver seat of his Camaro, you’re going to make yours and let the chips fall wherever they happen to.

Maybe the two of you will have a different ending than your mother and his father. If this was doomed to fail, it wouldn’t feel so right. You’re acting on instinct and your instinct tells you to choose Billy. Stick with that choice and don’t look back.

Billy groans as soon as he feels the heat of your wet little cunt pressed against the zip of his jeans. As soon as it clicks that you were only wearing a sweater that swallowed you whole and a pair of panties when he helped you break out of your bedroom earlier, he growls to himself and bucks up into you clumsily. There isn’t a thought in this boy’s brain but getting you naked and pinned beneath his body. Fucking you until you’re begging him to stop. 

And he’s got a feeling about your little decision… If anybody ever even thinks they’re going to call to question which Alpha is your alpha in the future, he’ll fight to the death. Keep her close, she’s the only fucking person that’s ever chosen me and she did it barely knowing me. Just don’t let this fuck up.. She’s the only one I need now.

And he knows that it’s the wolf inside -and the intensity of the bond that’s about to be solidified, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to stop and overthink for the millionth time. Neil has to be wrong this time, he has to be.

What remains of Billy’s shattered heart depends on it. 

You’re rocking yourself back and forth over the way his cock strains at his jeans and his head falls against the seat. ❝ Get in the backseat.❞ he growls out against the shell of your ear as you start to rub against him with more urgency. The smell of you as you get wetter and wetter has him hungry. Desperate.

Like he’s never wanted -or needed, something this much in his entire life. He’s giving up the fight, he knows he’ll never win if he were to keep trying. 

You slip out of  Billy’s lap and over the space between the seats and Billy’s right behind you, his muscular frame caging you in. He stares down at you hungrily, chest heaving as he tries to breathe properly. There’s excitement in the air, this feels different than his usual backseat trysts.

His heart is pounding so hard he can feel each steady beat in his ears. You’re pinned below him, trying to rub against him and keep body contact. His hand slips up the bottom of the oversized sweater and catches at the side of your panties, tugging them down. They’re tossed into the car somewhere from over his shoulder. You sit up and you’re thisclose to him, your hands grip either side of the red shirt he’s wearing, pulling it apart.

He chuckles quietly, the soft sounds of your mouths every single time they meet again just barely register under the current Metallica song that’s playing from his stereo. As you raise a hand to work the shirt off his body, he pushes your hand down instead, pulling off his own shirt. 

Your hand shakes as it settles on the waistband of his favorite jeans and he catches sight of it, leans in to mumble in a taunting tone against your skin, ❝ If you’re having second thoughts, doll...❞ but you’re already shaking your head no and trying to work the button on his jeans through the buttonhole. He pushes you back against the seat and lowers your hand, staring down at you for a few seconds, quiet. ❝ Y’know this is permanent… Right?❞

You nod, the nod is so eager that your soft curls bounce. And those big beautiful eyes only grow wider as Billy strips off his jeans and underwear, letting them fall to his ankles. When you catch sight of his thick cock as it springs free and stands at attention, the tip an angry red, you whine in need. The sound of your whining makes him laugh quietly and he leans down into you, pushing the oversized sweater up and stripping it away from your body. That’s thrown over the back of his seat, left to hang.

The second he catches sight of the way your thighs are absolutely coated in slick, he can’t stop the animalistic growl that bubbles up from deep inside. ❝ Sweetheart, I’m going to ruin you for anybody else. You really sure you want that? Answer me, doll.❞ his voice is a smoky growl next to your ear as his nose drifts down,settles on the space between your neck and shoulder. The scent of you all heavy and sweet fills his nose and clouds his judgment. He grimaces as his fangs push through.

❝ Billy!❞ you’re whining his name as you’re rocking yourself up into him, clumsy and frantic. That feverish and jittery feeling you’ve had all day is starting to calm but only a little. You need him and you need him now. And you’re desperate enough to beg if you have to. You’ve made your decision. Nothing else matters.

He settles himself down into you and his mouth grazes the patch of skin covering your scent glands. You gasp and dig your nails into his strong biceps and he grunts, rutting into you, feverish. His cockhead keeps grazing against your throbbing cunt and you moan because it feels so good. His fangs sink in, breaking skin. Marking you. Flooding both of you with adrenaline and dopamine and Billy lets the bite last longer just because it’s the first time he’s actually felt anything in a long time.

It feels like he’s waking up. Like everything in his life up to this point has been a dream -or a nightmare, he thinks, and now, maybe it’s finally over. Maybe it’ll finally be better. You’re squirming beneath him, so desperate for friction, for more of him that you’re dripping, your juices pool on smooth leather seats.

❝ Didn’t hurt, did it?❞ he asks quietly as the shocked daze he’s been in for nearly two minutes starts to wear off and he realizes what he’s just done -and how permanent it is.

You shake your head. Billy stares at the angry red wound and licks his lips, satisfied but not completely satisfied. No, he thinks, that won’t happen until I’m buried inside and she’s all fucked out and begging for more. 

He needs more. To taste you. Look up from where he’s settled between your thighs and watch your face as you come undone, his name falling off your lips like it’s the only word you can remember. That said, he lowers himself. You giggle as the warmth of his breath tickles your bare skin and at the sound, he pauses to look up and lock eyes with you. Licking his lips.

That predatory look is back and somehow, more smug. Like he’s finally succeeded. He’s finally gotten his prey.

Rough lips latch against your thighs and your fingers clutch at his hair as you try to pull enough so that his mouth winds up exactly where you want it the most. But Billy’s focused. He’s determined to do this a certain way.

❝ Jesus, fuck..❞ he groans out against the soft dough of your inner thigh as his tongue rolls up to lick you clean, ❝ Somebody’s real needy tonight, huh?❞ and as his tongue rolls over your sex you shiver all over at the feeling.

You tug at his hair a little more and Billy’s tongue and fingers bury inside you, relentless. Fucking into you until you’re shaking and begging, a hand gripping your hip to hold you still so he has all the control. He pauses to look up at you, growling to himself as he watches the way your eyes flutter closed and your back arches upward, body seeking out his tongue and his fingers, so fucked out already that you’re even drooling a little.

He dips his head again. The slurps as he licks you clean and his groans are enough to make you even wetter. You can barely breathe but you use the breath you have to beg him to bury his cock inside you, feverish. Needy.

Billy raises up and pulls himself up your body, leaning down into you and as his mouth crashes against your own, you can taste yourself on his tongue. ❝ Ready for me, darling?❞ he mutters against the shell of your ear as he reaches down, drags his cock between your folds to tease you. When you try to pull him in completely, he chuckles. ❝ ‘S not gonna hurt long, doll. I need y’ to be still. Let me handle this.❞ and you nod.

His cock sinks inside you, just barely at first. But he’s so thick and veiny that as he enters you, you feel like you’re being split in two. You tense beneath him and cling, your arms around his neck, fingers leaving crescent imprints against his bare shoulders. This turns to nails being raked down his back seconds later as the burning too full sensation starts to ebb and you need all of him at once. He growls and nips your bottom lip roughly, his cock burying inside you even more. 

❝ Goddamn.❞ he laughs against your skin as he sucks at it, ❝ Pretty little pussy is just squeezing my cock, sweetheart...❞ he’s thrusting slow and deep, the Camaro’s frame starting to rock with each thrust, ❝I’m tempted to fuck a baby into you.❞ -and this freezes him for a second when it slips out of his mouth because he’s confronted with the fact that he kind of means it. His father’s warning about the way the mate bond consumes a person comes rushing back.

But, silly as it seems, as Neil’s words repeat on one side, his stepsister Max telling him that he’s not his father and he doesn’t have to become him are repeating on the other. This won’t turn into that. It can’t. Billy Hargrove makes up his mind in the seconds it takes for the knot to bury inside your pretty little cunt as you’re pinned beneath him in his backseat that he won’t let this turn into that. As he starts to fuck into you faster, you’re so responsive. Begging. Meeting his deep drives with your own clumsy movements as your mouth latches against his chest because it’s the only part of him that’s close enough to be reached.

His hand squeezes your hip and he tenses, trying to stop himself from coming undone. As he slows down his thrusts, you cling to him, fucking through the high of your own second orgasm. He stops to crash his mouth against your own, going totally still inside you as the kiss deepens.

The fever is almost gone now. But the way you keep touching him, your soft little body melted against him and those soft hands being so damn gentle as they drag over every inch of him, it’s enough to get him hot all over again. With a quiet chuckle, he finally obliges you a little movement, slow and lazy thrusts just to keep himself from coming just yet. 

❝ Billy!❞ you plead as you rock yourself against him. He chuckles quietly. The cassette tape is silent, it’s finished at some point and both of you were so caught up in the moment that neither of you noticed. As you start to fuck yourself onto his length, he groans your name and the restraint he was trying to use is gone. You’re frantic, chasing another orgasm as it builds. Watching you pinned beneath him makes him feral and he’s fucking into you furiously, the car rocking steadily now as his hand presses against foggy glass when he decides to brace himself for leverage.

He bottoms out and as his cock strikes against that one magical spot deep inside you, you moan his name over and over. ❝ Louder, doll.❞ he chuckles against your ear, ❝ Let everybody in Hawkins know whos about to cum in your tight little cunt.❞

His hips falter and he groans against your neck as he sucks on it again, the grip on your hip with his hand so tight that you can’t move or meet his thrusts as he fucks into you, feverish and frantic. He tries to stop himself but it’s too late. Sticky seed empties inside you and instead of stopping, he’s determined to fuck it into you even deeper.

As he fucks himself through his orgasm, he melts down into you. Going still. Holding onto you so tight that you’re crushed against him and for a second, you struggle to breathe.

❝ This is gonna happen again, doll.. And you don’t need t’ be alone when it does.❞

You nod. Somehow you got the feeling that this fever stuff wasn’t done. He’s gone quiet again, lost in thought. He’s trying to figure out a place where the two of you can go just to disappear.

❝I don’t wanna be alone.❞ you mumble quietly. Dragging your thumb against his cheek. He nuzzles into the touch and you speak up again. ❝ What if we just like.. Left town?❞

Billy chuckles. ❝ Okay, but where would we even go, hm?❞ he’s settled himself down into your body, letting you mold against him. One hand caressing your cheek as he stares down at you. ❝ I mean, I was gonna suggest hiding out at my friend Rick’s cabin for a while, but…❞ he takes a few shaky breaths, ❝ There’s really not shit holdin me here.. Never has been.❞

You’re dragging your finger over his chest and he shivers at the soft touch. You laugh softly. ❝ Where’d you move here from?❞

❝ California, but..❞ Billy goes quiet because he’s not trying to let anything stop him from being with you. He refuses to be away now that the bond has been made. ❝ So we’ll go there, Billy.❞ you mumble softly as you nuzzle against him. He chuckles and nods. ❝ Okay, doll. We’ll go there.❞

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics & a very loose interpretation of my own choosing, billy -and reader both have a not so great parent, billy's temper, neil's ab*se, bruises/injuries,swearing, use of petnames, use of derogatory names (slut, bitch, etc) from a mother figure reminiscent of Margaret White in the 1978 version, Carrie, thick sexual tension and the ooc/good side of Billy. this part isn't so bad, tbh. it's actually tame, I'm just covering my own ass with the disclaimers because there are some people who see a/b/o fics and lose their goddamn minds about it, but anyway. . writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - a/b/o ( bonus ficlet; pt 1 of 3 )

character | fandom - werewolf!alpha billy hargrove | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, unaware!omega, non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.2k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . there's just something about you that billy hargrove is drawn to and after fighting it for weeks, everything comes to a head when billy hargrove realizes he can't fight it anymore.. pt 1 of 3✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Billy Hargrove is a master at blending in. Seeming normal. But the second that he hit Hawkins High, you sensed something darker.. More akin to an animal than a human. As a result, you went above and beyond to avoid him - even when all your friends collectively lost their minds over him.

As a result, Billy Hargrove seemed to sense something in you that made him seek you out, no matter the length you went to. 

The scary part is that the guy is a constant in your brain. You can sense when he’s around. Lingering. Watching you with ocean blue bedroom eyes. Like a predator stalking his prey minutes before the kill. 

It’s a day like any other, the only out of the ordinary thing being that it’s the day of a full moon night. Nobody seems to notice or care, but to Billy, the timing means everything. It has him on edge from the time he wakes up in the morning, each step closer to being trapped with you inside Hawkins High all damn day when he knows what's coming, it's got him moodier than normal. - This happens when the bond is challenged. - the thought comes but Billy turns up the radio in his car to ignore it on purpose. The less he thinks about you. The less he thinks about the things he'd like to do to you, the better off he'll be. He just has to ride this out, that's all.

As the blue Camaro pulls to a stop in front of Hawkins Middle School, Billy shatters the silence between himself and his younger stepsister, Max.

❝ Stay the fuck away from the arcade tonight. Come straight home. I mean it, shitbird, I..❞ he’s tense. The hand that isn’t holding his cigarette is white-knuckle gripping the wheel. Max starts off angry, but then she stops to think.. Billy’s wolf side has been more.. Enhanced.. Since the move to Hawkins earlier this month. He’s quicker to anger, he’s meaner than usual. He’s almost went full wolf at least three times, one of them being during a very public -and very major, sporting event.

Max stares at him for a second. ❝ Not that I care or anything, but..❞ Max asks, pausing for a second as she rubs the bridge of her nose and stares out the window before turning to look at him again. ❝ What are you nearly killing yourself to try and avoid lately?❞

Billy’s laughter at the question is dry. He thumps the half-smoked cigarette out the window, no regard to being on school property. And after staring out the windshield in the direction of Hawkins High, he speaks again.

It’s quieter. More reminiscent of the boy he used to be, sweet and sensitive, before Neil beat it all out of him. ❝ I found her, Max..❞

At first, Max is confused. But then she remembers a conversation between a slightly younger Billy and a drunker than usual Neil. Neil was telling Billy that at a certain age, the wolf side will fight it’s way out. And it will fixate on the nearest female similar to him who happens to catch it’s attention. The way Neil explained it, this was to be ignored because it would only ruin Billy’s life like it had ruined his. They called it mating season.

But Max has never agreed with anything Neil’s ever said, so when she heard Neil filling Billy’s head with garbage about the whole thing, she instantly wrote it off. Now, she’s older. Old enough to understand that the weight of this bond could be powerful. All-consuming and conquering. And maybe fighting it so hard was only going to drive Billy speeding straight down the same path as his father.

When Max’s smaller hand settles on his forearm and she sighs, Billy flinches. Baby blue eyes fix intently on his stepsister’s hand and where it rests. ❝ And you’re fighting it.. Right?❞ Max asks, curious.

Billy’s jaw flutters. He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t do or say anything else for a few seconds, but when a shaking hand reaches for the half-crushed pack of cigarettes sitting on the dashboard of the car, Max grabs his hand and shakes her head. ❝ Haven’t you figured out by now that Neil is a bad person? And the wolf side, that’s not the reason why? It just makes him more dangerous, Billy.. But you.. You don't have to end up like him.❞

❝ Save it, Max.❞ Billy snaps. ❝ He’s right. It’s only gonna destroy me because she’ll leave too. Just like…❞ his voice fades but his mind conjures up the two most important female figures entirely too easy. Too realistic. There’s his mother, behind him. In the past. And he’s watching her drive away without bothering to look back. Then there’s you, in front of him.. The girl who can’t get away from him fast enough whenever your paths cross. The girl he seeks out. Desperately.

Even Tommy Hagan tells him it’s pathetic the way he keeps popping up around you.

But if I hadn’t last weekend, he thinks to himself, hand clenching around the steering wheel even tighter, that motherfucker would have happily taken her to his backseat. 

Max clears her throat. ❝ Is it that girl who practically ran from you at Big Buy two nights ago? Is she your.. You know..❞

Billy nods solemnly. Then he rubs a hand over his face. ❝ Just stay th’ fuck away from the arcade tonight, shitbird. I can’t pick you up and Neil will kill us both if you’re walking home in the dark.❞

❝ What does any of this have to do with you finding her, hm?❞

❝ Because!❞ he shouts, a hand slamming against the dash in anger. He swears under his breath and for just a little bit, like he always does whenever he scares her, he feels like a monster.

Like the worst guy in the world.

❝ She’s going t’ see some stupid fucking movie with her friends tonight, alright? That’s too close to the arcade and I…❞ he punches the dash again because even as he sits in his idling car in front of Hawkins Middle, he’s pulled to you. He knows you’re over at the high school somewhere and it’s taking everything he possesses not to rush off, straight to you.

Max is waiting. But then something else hits her. Something she’d previously given up on.

Somewhere, buried deep down inside the asshole she calls a stepbrother, there might just be a shred of good. A spark of hope.. And now that he’s found you, he’s trying so hard to fight it because he knows that if you reject him too, he’s as good as fucked. And he’s only got Neil as an example of any kind of ‘bond’. 

Neil was so mean and violent that he ran Billy’s mother off. Neil is the one who destroyed the bond, not Billy’s mother. 

Right now, Max thinks, Billy’s trying to protect himself.. And her.. Because he knows that the full moon will make him more powerful. So he’s trying to avoid her.. So he can’t hurt her. Or be hurt by her. 

❝ Okay, alright.. I’ll just grab my Michael Myers mask and go trick or treating instead or something. Maybe I can find those kids and scare the shit out of them. Fair enough?❞ she asks.

Billy gives a solemn nod. As he drives away, Max watches the car.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ ･ ｡ﾟ ───

Meanwhile, at Hawkins High, you’re in the girls bathroom with your best friends, trying to put the finishing touches on your makeup. As you slick on candy apple colored lipstick, Fiona is talking nonstop about something that you’re not even paying much attention to.

❝ Oh come on!❞ Fiona throws up her hands in exasperation when you shake your head after she’s badgered you for the sixth time this week to show up to Tina’s Halloween bash. It’s kind of a big deal for anyone outside the inner circle to be invited, much less anybody in the junior class who also happens to be outside the small and tight-knit inner circle.

❝ Fiona, stop.. I’m not going. It’s not happening.❞

❝ Okay, well.. When we miss the implosion of Hawkins High’s answer to Princess Diana and Prince Charles, I don’t wanna hear you bitching.❞

You roll your eyes. Pop a big bubble with your favorite strawberry flavored gum and mimic her. ❝ They invited us as a joke, Fi.. I dunno why the fuck you can’t see that.❞ you remark. As Dolores pushes open the door to the bathroom, you catch a fleeting glimpse of Billy Hargrove as he lingers out in the hallway. Leaned against the vacant locker right next to yours.

You roll your eyes again, turn your attention to Dolores. ❝ Gimme.❞ and when Dolores gives you a sheepish look, you tug at your teased hair. Dolores apologizes and then explains that her mother caught her trying to buy you the carton of cigarettes the night before and she took them away.

And apparently, she’s also taken away the vodka Dolores had stashed for the movie matinee at the Hawk tonight, too.

❝ I thought your mom was the cool one, D.❞ you’re pouting a little and Dolores sighs, rubbing her forehead. ❝ She was until she started screwing that guy she met at work.. Now she’s trying to make us look like the fucking Cleavers.. She even cooked last night, girl..❞

You nearly choke on your chewing gum.

Fiona clears her throat. ❝ Tell her we need this party experience, D. C’mon, please?❞

Dolores laughs and shakes her head. ❝ Oh absolutely not. Do you really think I’m eager to see what cruel prank they’ll have in store if we’re dumb enough t’ show our faces? We’re underclassmen and we’re not in with their crowd.❞

Fiona huffs at both of you, annoyed. ❝ Screw the both of you. I’m fuckin goin.❞

You and Dolores share a look and shrug. You’re staring at the closed bathroom door intently and Dolores speaks up, smirking at you. ❝ Hot date waiting, girl?❞

You flip her off. The urge to run out of the bathroom and the feeling that the walls are closing in all of a sudden is overwhelming. You can feel your throat getting tighter. You can feel yourself tense up. 

You can feel him watching you out in the hall.. Through a closed bathroom door.

And there’s something inside you that longs to rush out the door and straight up to him.

Instead, you choose the lesser of two evils and you gather your books, sling your backpack over your shoulders and shove right between Carol Perkins and Tina as they’re walking in. You rush down the hall and straight outside, around the building to the area where the smokers all hang out.

You’re just about to bum a cigarette off of Catherine Cortlandt, a girl in your Science class when you feel a tap to your shoulder.

You whirl around and find yourself body to body with Billy Hargrove and you nearly choke on your chewing gum. You stare up at him for a second or two. He takes hold of your hand and places his pack of Reds in your hand, closing your hands around the pack and his hand around yours.

And there’s something different in his eyes today.. Wilder and yet somehow, calm. Animal and yet somehow, tame.

He’s not just looking at you like you’re his prey right now, either. 

You step just a little closer. And after a few seconds of heavy mental debate, rather than turning and bolting immediately, you speak up softly. ❝ I, uh.. How’d you know I wanted a cigarette?❞

He chuckles. Shrugs instead of answering. He snatches his hands away from your hands and the second his grip is gone, you frown a little.

Which is a surprise for you because typically, given that you always feel like prey around him, it’s not as if you’re going out of your way to touch -or be touched by him.  You take a cigarette from the pack and he takes it back. Just the little bit of contact has you pouting just a little.

Your brows knit together. This is confusing for you.

Good luck avoiding her, dumb fuck. - the thought is so clear that you’re looking at him, your head tilted just a little. He shuffles his feet against the gravel. You study him intently. He feels sadder today. There’s just this air of doom lingering.

You step closer.

Billy tenses slightly. Your hand raises, settling against a fresh bruise on his jaw. You purse your lips and sigh quietly. ❝ I wish you’d stop fighting everybody with a goddamn pulse.❞ you mutter after a second or two. You don’t say anything about what you think you’ve heard him say out loud, mostly because you’re hoping he’ll clarify.

Before either of you can say -or do, anything else, the bell to begin school for the day rings.

You’re rushing away before he can say another word. But he’s left there in his own confusion, because like with you, he could’ve sworn he heard you say something out loud.

He confuses me and he scares me. But I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop wanting him. He’s dangerous but I feel like I’m completely safe with him. 

By the time he strolls into homeroom a good five minutes late, you’re already seated in your seat across the classroom, doodling on a sheet of notebook paper like always. You barely pay attention to anything the teacher says.

It’s science, it might as well be written in a dead language to you.

You’re only half listening when the teacher tells you that you’ll be paired to work with a partner for this unit because there’s a special project to do at the end. As the teacher calls off names for each group, you’re doodling on your homework -an essay on Fahrenheit 451, you’re trying to figure out why Billy Hargrove suddenly wants to avoid you when he’s spent nearly a whole month popping up constantly.

And you’re trying to figure out why the hell this bothers you so much and why it feels like you need to do something. You’re almost desperate to keep him from avoiding you.

Like he’s a part of you.

❝ Ms. __ and Mr. Hargrove, you two will be working together.❞ the teacher’s words cut through his intense daze and baby blue eyes settle on you to find you staring at him already for once.

His heart flutters. His stomach twists in knots. He knows that today is the worst day you could’ve chosen to suddenly seem to be aware of the way he likes to linger close. The way he’s always quick to intervene when it comes to you.

Billy’s not making any move to come to you, so you gather your books and you make your way over to him. And as soon as you’re sitting beside him, the jittery feeling you’ve had since you woke up this morning starts to subside. Just like it did when we were together in the smokers pit outside. - the thought comes and you’re mulling it over.

❝ If this involves any cuttin' or anything, doll.. I've got it.❞

After he says it, he doesn't say anything else. You can feel the tension in him, he's sitting beside you practically folded into himself.

Something is wrong with him. - the thought comes and with it, the compulsion you can't seem to fight today, the urge to get closer. To be the calm for him if you can. This leads to you, leaning in just a little closer and the second you do that, Billy’s breath hangs in his throat and he freezes, swallowing down both a lump in his throat and the prickling sensation of sharp fangs beneath his gums. What you're doing is dangerous but one quick read of your current emotional state, - something he likes to think he's gotten pretty good at and he hates that he has., - that tells him that somehow, you’re totally unaware of what you’re doing and you only want to comfort him.

❝ Sorry, I just...❞ you trail off, muttering under your breath about how weird today has been. Billy rubs the bridge of his nose and sits there, staring at you while you fill out the pre-lab assessment that the teacher just handed out. He spots the mistake in the sloppily drawn Punnett Square before you do and he reaches over, carefully sliding the pencil out of your hand. You pause to look over at him, a brow raised and between the sweet scent you’re putting off and the way you're just barely leaned against his muscular body, he gets overwhelmed.

❝ You, uh.. You’re doin' it all wrong.❞ he mutters, irritated at himself because he's the new King here. Kings don't stumble over their words. Kings do what they want, they take what they want and nothing ever, under any circumstance, scares them.

And yet, he thinks, here you are, terrified of her. Of the connection. 

When you hear him speak again, you sit there, a brow raised. Because you know he hasn't said a word this time and yet, you're hearing him, that same smooth and easy voice. 

This whole damn day is weird. - the thought comes and it's so loud, so persistent that Billy puts down the pencil to look over at you for a second or two. Just as he's about to get back to fixing the numerous mistakes you made, you look up. Right at him, your finger caught in one of your curls. When you bite your lip and blink, he shifts in his seat and fights off a growl.

You're wearing a different perfume today. He's starting to think he likes it better than the usual cotton candy-esque stuff you usually prefer.. - because when it mixes with her natural smell, she smells just like strawberry pound cake. Like the ones my mom baked me before she cut out. - the thought has him strained against faded denim painfully and Billy gives an abrupt cough as he shifts around in his seat yet again.

Irene said he's a jerk. Why can't I stop thinking about him..why do I dream about him nonstop? I know he's dangerous, why do I feel pulled to him?

When he hears this, he's even harder. He coughs abruptly again and it startles you because you jump a little, glancing over at him just as he's finished the first page of exercises.

I feel like I'm on fucking fire. Why is it so hot? - this thought has him pausing. Glancing over at you again just in time to see you fan yourself with the composition book you always carry.

She doesn't know what's happening. That might be dangerous, especially now that I know of at least two other Alphas here. - the thought comes just as he feels you lean into him even more. The scent of you is so amplified that he feels like he's going to lose his goddamn mind, go feral right here in front of the entire homeroom Science class.

❝ I'm so boreddd.❞ you mumble as you breathe in the scent of cologne and cigarette, something underneath it all that you can't put a finger on but you know it's Billy, you always catch a whiff of it when he's near. It's different today..Stronger. More appealing, if that's at all possible. You hate admitting it to yourself but you've been painfully aware of him since he hit Hawkins High at the beginning of the month.

❝ Your cologne..❞ you speak up, that dreamy little hushed voice of yours putting him in a daze for just a few seconds. Then he chuckles. Licks his lips as he locks eyes with you for as long as he dares. ❝ Yeah? What about my cologne, darling?❞

❝ It smells delicious.❞ the second you blurt it out you want to die on the spot.

Could I be a bigger airhead right now? Really? And why am I  flirting and all snuggled up on him anyway, huh? - the ringing of the bell has you springing away. Before he can even process you've gone, you're out in the hallway.

An unmated - and totally clueless, Omega loose in a high school with at least three Alphas. Also unmated, at least for the most part.

He swears under his breath and grabs his notebooks, rushing out just in time to catch the first of the two other unmated Alphas, Jason, a younger little shit that's way too full of himself, as Jason corners you up.

You're still puzzling out the events of the day so far when you feel a tap to your left shoulder. You whirl around quick. But it's too quick and it puts you body to body with Jason, some little prick the grade below. Another one of the popular boys that feels 'off' to you and you avoid at all costs. As he stands there in all his fake-ass Ken doll glory, you raise a brow.

Yep. The elevator definitely stops way before the top floor with that one. I think I'd better go.. - this one is accompanied by the follow up thought, of all the days he could pick to stop lurking, it's seriously today?

This thought reaches Billy’s awareness and he makes himself stand firm. Watching the situation like a hawk, because he might be trying to keep what he knows is happening from happening but the fact remains.. the wolf inside him still views you very much it's property. 

A few deep breaths down. Jason is still chatting you up and you're either too polite or too oblivious to pick up on the very obvious territorial cues he's throwing your way. The bell is about to ring and frankly, you've had more than enough from Jason by this point so you side step him.

Here's the thing..when you do this, Jason doesn't care for it. So he steps into your way all over again and he's taller. Stockier. 

You gulp.

Billy growls to himself. ❝ Here we fuckin go.❞ he grumbles as he shoves his way through a throng of students and stops behind you, clearing his throat.

That calm thousand yard stare in his eyes as he laughs at the younger Alphas audacity. Who the fuck does this kid think he is? Can't he pick up on the fact she's mine, mated or not? And I don't like sharing anything.. - the thought comes, it's enough to make him clench his jaw and the calm stare intensifies as he boldly holds Jason's challenging gaze and smirks even more.

❝ There you are, doll. Turn my back ten seconds and assholes are all over you, huh?❞ he’s really pressing himself into you and as he does, he whispers quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ For your own good, play along..❞

Jason looks from you to Billy, his gaze lingering on you just a little too long for Billy’s liking. Billy steps up into your backside even more and as you feel how hard he is through his jeans, you can feel your knees buckle just the slightest. Just enough. And your thighs clench so damn tight to stop the flood between your thighs.

Oh Jesus. It feels like it’s huge, guess that answers the question why a good half of the girls in town went totally stupid when he moved here… Including me, sadly. - the thought bombards him as you’re having it, distracting to a point where there’s at least a second or two in which he just glares hatefully at Jason instead of saying something. Or doing something.

Jason’s a special kind of stupid, Billy already knows this, the guy came knocking a while back under the guise of ‘talking’ to his younger stepsister. So when the fact that Billy’s practically wearing you like an article of clothing due to how close you’re standing doesn’t seem to have any bearings or stop him from stepping up into you from the front, effectively placing you the filling in a teenage werewolf sandwich, Billy’s done playing vague little games.

He brushes some hair away from your neck and noses against your soft skin, giving Jason another bold smirk the whole time. You’re trying to play along and act as if this is totally the norm for you, but deep down, every part of you wants to whine out.. Because Billy Hargrove’s rough lips shouldn’t feel so good against your neck. You should be running right now, not standing there helpless. Normally, you would've already shut Jason Carver's bullshit down and shoved past him.

Billy feels you melt into him. He also feels every ounce of the confusion you’re feeling at the moment. Because he’s been fighting the pull to you almost a month at this point -and losing badly. He knows it’s a bad idea to crave the connection. He knows it’s an even worse idea to be this close to you on a full moon day/night.

I shouldn’t have fuckin come today. Shoulda stayed home. It’s dangerous for her to be so close. It’s dangerous for me too but that’s something I’ll get into later.

The stand-off between the two boys seems to come to an end, with the shocking twist that Jason looks at you and apologizes for the misunderstanding. Your brow raises. He wasn’t really doing anything but being a little weird. Like usual.

Once Jason is gone, you whirl around to thank Billy for showing up when he did but to your surprise, he’s already walking away. He’s doing it so fast it’s almost as if you repel him. The complete opposite of the way he normally tends to be with you, always lingering. Watching. Managing to pop up just when your mind wanders and thoughts of him seem to fill it.

You stare after him and sigh, ultimately shaking your head. Blowing out a ragged breath as your hand tangles in a mess of thick and teased hair.

❝ That entire thing wasn’t weird, not even a little..❞ you mumble to yourself as you shake your head.

You don’t see Billy for the rest of the day. Which is unusual, considering he’s always lurking somewhere close. By the time the day ends, all you want to do is get home and get ready for your movie matinee at the Hawk with your friends.

Maybe a little harmless trick-or-treating with your baby brother and younger sister first. You’ve put the whole bizarre day out of your head.. Or you’ve tried to.

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics - and writer's personal twists on werewolf lore/ the concept, shitty parents who lock their clueless daughters up in a bedroom because they think it'll stop everything that's going to happen, a mother figure reminiscent of Margaret White -the 1978 version, swearing, reader is locked in her bedroom, sneaking out and being 'rescued' by billy hargrove, an ooc/good side of billy hargrove. this one is also kind of tame.. but a little weird, imo. just protecting my own ass with the warning up here because some people see a/b/o on a piece and lose their entire goddamn minds over it. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - a/b/o ( bonus ficlet; pt 2 of 3 )

character | fandom - werewolf!alpha billy hargrove | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, clueless!omega reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.2k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you find yourself in the throes of heat, clueless as to what's happening to you, with your mother flipping out. enter billy hargrove rushing in to the rescue.. it's only right to thank him with a makeout in the Camaro, right? ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

When heat fever hits an Omega, it’s hard and it’s fast. When it hit you, thanks to being blissfully unaware of the whole Alpha/Omega and werewolves do exist and everything that goes along with, you’re blind-sided.

First it’s the unbearable body heat. It feels like you’re sitting in a volcano’s lava stream and someone’s siphoned out all your blood, replacing it with scorching lava. This, of course, was put down to a cold. Maybe a bug that’s gone around a time or two already this month. Either way, you plopped yourself in an icy bath because you’re determined already, nothing is going to spoil your plans for the night.

Then it’s the jittery shakes. As you’re trying to fix your hair and do your makeup to get ready to go, the shakes hit and it’s so bad that you smear cherry colored lipstick outside the outline of your lips. And you have to re-do your mascara at least three times, by the time you get the shakes to subside just a little, you’re into the third phase.

Your entire body tenses. Everything, from your gums to the soles of your feet hurt. It feels like you’re being pricked with a thousand tiny needles and stabbed by a million little knives. This happens at the dinner table, because of course it does.

But then there’s a sharp sting. You drop the fork in your hand and clutch your opposite wrist against your body. Your mother is looking on in concern. Fear making her eyes wide.

And since she’s been drinking for about three hours by this point, the accusations start to flow. Instead of motherly concern, you get accused of being a little slut with some big, strong Alpha boy all day. She even threatens to call the school and make sure you were there all day long.

❝ Gee thanks, ma..❞ you sass, ❝ I feel like I’m dying and you blame it on your weird hangups about sex and boys..❞ you roll your eyes as your mother paces the dining room, a hand in her hair, mumbling about how this wasn’t supposed to happen to you, this gene was supposed to be completely out of the family line by now.

❝ When you’re done being weird, I’m getting dressed to go out with Bethy and Sean. I promised I’d take them trick or treating before my movie.. Since you can’t seem to find it in yourself to be a normal mom just one night..❞ you rush out of the dining room to go upstairs and throw on a pair of jeans.

You’re halfway up the stairs when your mother catches up to you, pushing you into your own bedroom at the top of the stairs as she locks the door from the outside and tells you that it’s for your own good. ❝ I'll not have you become a sex-addicted wolf whore. Not in this house.❞ she calls through, ❝ You'll stay in here until you learn to ignore these sinful urges.❞

You spend about two and a half hours pounding on the door until you're too exhausted to continue. ❝ Please, ma. Please open the door, I'll be good, I swear.❞ your voice dies away and you flop down onto your bed, taking several shaky breaths as you stare up at the ceiling.

You pull yourself up from where you'd flopped onto your bed about thirty minutes later and take a few shaky breaths. Your heart is still pounding, this is the first time your mother has resorted to locking you in your bedroom since you were at least 10. It feels like the walls are closing in rapidly until you hear the sound of your younger siblings laughter down below because your bedroom window isn't fully closed.

As soon as you realize you left the window cracked, you start to work at it. And it’s hard because it’s an older window, it likes to stick for absolutely no reason. As you’re doing this, you hear a lone howl.

It’s coming from the thick treeline across your backyard. You turn your attention back to what you’re doing. It wouldn’t be a surprise or anything, you do live near a forest, there are animals in said forest.

That’s the only thing today that’s had a logical explanation. - the thought comes along with another round of searing heat, this time it’s so hot to your body that you’re dizzy. Your mouth is dry.

Then the howl echoes off the night all over again. It’s getting closer.

You pump your fist in victory as you manage to raise the window to your bedroom about halfway. It’s enough for you to fit yourself through. The movie you were  supposed to be meeting your friends to see in town is long forgotten by this point, you’re more focused on not becoming Carrie White to your mother’s Margaret.

You’re about halfway out the window when you hear your name being hissed from the ground below.

It’s Billy.

He’s leaned against the trunk of the tree that houses your little sister’s tire swing. Watching you. ❝ You’re gonna break your fuckin’ neck.❞

❝ It’s better than being here when my mom gets in with the siblings.❞ you hiss, frantic. You drop from your window to the roof of the front porch just now. Billy’s on autopilot. Nothing on his mind but getting here, to you.

❝ Give me a second, goddamn..❞ he crushes out the cigarette he’s half finished with and hurries over, stopping at the side of the wrap-around porch.

To any of the neighbors, this probably just looks like a teenage girl sneaking out to meet her boyfriend. To you, it’s a full-blown panic because your mother flipped out for no good reason earlier.

❝ Jump down. I gotcha.❞ Billy knows this is a terrible idea, if he wants to sever the connection completely, this is the last place he needs to be right now, but.. He’s been bombarded by everything about you and when he could feel you panic all the way across town, he fought like hell but it was a battle he lost, sneaking away from Tina’s stupid party and rushing here. To you.

You eye him warily. Swallowing hard as you squeeze your eyes shut and jump. Strong arms are waiting, there’s never even a split second where it feels as if he’ll drop you. It doesn’t surprise you, you’ve seen him lifting weights in the gym after school. He can lift more than almost all the other boys without even breaking a sweat.

❝ Hey, whoa..❞ you realize what’s going on, the fact that somehow, Billy Hargrove knows exactly where you live without ever asking. You look at him and he grumbles. ❝ What? Is this not what you just spent twenty minutes wishing for, doll? We don’t have time t’ talk right now, alright?❞

And there’s something urgent. Something wild in baby blue eyes. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to be here himself, that he’s here against his own free will. Like he’s not in control of his own decisions.

And you’re not sure why, but your last visit to your grandma at the state home your mother shoved her into, that all comes rushing back. She kept talking about how ‘things aren’t always what they seem to be.’.. Then she started to tell you about your family bloodline being descended from a pack of Omegas… Female werewolves.

What any of it had to do with your latest argument with your mother, you weren’t sure at the time.

But so much of what your beloved grandmother said that day has actually happened since. And she’s always just kind of… known things.

Your mother says she’s crazy, that it’s dementia or something. But given the way your day has been going, you’re starting to wonder.

As you’re cycling through the whole thing in your mind, Billy’s made it to his idling Camaro a block away and he’s opening the passenger door, placing you in the passenger seat. From the backseat, a girl with flame-colored hair speaks up quietly. 

❝ Hey.. I’m Max..❞

You nod. Give her a weak smile. Because the whole episode you were having earlier took a lot out of you and when you jumped down into Billy’s arms a few minutes ago, you were half afraid you wouldn’t make it because your whole body felt boneless. Like rubber or jello.

Billy gets into the Camaro and stomps the gas, the sound of Metallica filling in the thick silence that settles over the three of you. As the Camaro blows past the sign heading into city limits, Billy reaches out to lower the radio.

❝ For fucks sake, stay awake, alright?❞ as he grumbles to himself about this being a really, really bad idea and how he should’ve just ignored what he was hearing -and feeling because of it, because it’s only going to end in tragedy.

Max speaks up quietly. ❝ You don’t have to become him, Billy. How do you know any of that?❞

❝ Because I do, alright!❞ Billy snaps before going quiet. The car spins to a stop at the curb in front of the arcade. Billy nods to Max and Max wordlessly collects her skateboard, rushing out of the car as if hellhounds were on her tail.

This leaves you all alone with Billy.

The boy who has been a constant in your brain lately. The boy who scares you and yet, you feel connected to somehow. The boy you want more than anything but the fact that you want him actually sort of terrifies you.

The Camaro starts to drive away. By the time you’ve managed to totally overthink everything, the Hawkins sign is blowing past all over again. You glance over at him. Studying strong facial features as he drives and makes a point to stare at the road ahead.

You can’t take the silence anymore and you’re just about to say something but Billy beats you to it first. ❝ You don’t have a clue what’s happenin, do ya, doll?❞

You shake your head No at him. He grumbles under his breath as he brings the Camaro to a stop in the gravel parking lot out at the quarry. When Lover’s Lake is too full, this is another popular makeout spot, or so you’ve heard, anyway.

You wouldn’t know personally, the most you’ve ever done with a boy is a little kissing, a lot of heavy petting in the back row at the Hawk. And then your mother fucked all that up by throwing a tantrum when he forgot you warned against stopping by and she lost her entire mind upon answering the door to find said boy standing on your porch. He wouldn’t even look at you the next day and when word got out that your mom was a nutcase, it wasn’t as if any of the boys were lining up after that.

Your heart is racing. Of all the places to take me, you think to yourself, he picks a popular makeout spot. What’s he planning?

Billy coughs abruptly as soon as he catches on to your noisy mind yet again today and this time, he speaks up. ❝ Do y’ have t’ think so damn loud, darling?❞

You jump a little, drawn out of your own noisy thoughts. You give him a blank look and Billy shrugs but he doesn’t bother explaining himself, instead he chooses to remind you that he’s asked you a question. And it’s a question he expects an answer to because that answer is going to help him figure out how in the hell to handle this little situation the two of you find yourselves in at present.

❝ I asked you something, doll. Kinda waitin’ on an answer.❞

He stares at you expectantly as you shift and squirm in his passenger seat, each move of your sexy little body sends that totally unfiltered sweetness in your scent wafting right up his nose. It’s hanging so heavy in the air between you both that he almost feels like he’ll choke on it. And yet, he can’t get enough of it and the sweeter it gets, the harder his cock gets, pushing painfully against the front of tight blue jeans.

It’s so bad that he has to shift in his seat and hope that takes away some of the pressure. When it doesn’t work, he lightly punches the wheel.

You watch him struggling with himself quietly as you try to think of an answer. You don’t have the first clue what’s going on. Beyond the episode earlier and just a few bits and pieces of the ramblings of an old lady with bad dementia, you’re fucked for an answer.

❝ No. Not a single clue.. But my grandma, she kept talking about something big happening to me.. The last time I visited her in the nursing home.❞ you go quiet. Billy rubs his chin thoughtfully. 

At least somebody tried to warn you. Now, he thinks to himself, I need to figure out just how much her grandmother told her, if she believes any of it. ❝ Okay, what’d she tell you?❞ he asks, baby blue eyes settling on you. When you lock eyes with him and see the way his seem to glow in the dim car, you gasp and your jaw drops. Billy acts as if the fact that his eyes glow in the dark is completely and totally normal. 

❝ She kept trying to tell me that I’m the descendant of wolves? And soon, something is gonna happen to me. I think she called it..❞ you fumble around in your brain for the term she used and as you repeat it back to Billy, your whole body starts to burn all over again. ❝ Mating season. Yeah, that’s what she said. But she’s got dementia and she’s always had this weird fixation on wolves and stuff, so..❞ you shrug and fall silent, staring out the windshield of the car.

The orange sunset is starting to fade, the sky is painted with shades of pinks and purples now, hints of a darker inky blue peeking out of the clouds that surround the full moon. Billy’s staring up at the sky too, trying to figure out how to proceed. When he sees you clutch your right wrist against your own body, he reaches out, snatching your arm and pulling it so that he can look.

The second he raises your sleeve, he bites back a groan.

The same marking he saw turning red in the shower this morning is sitting on your wrist, flesh raised and red, angry as if it’s a fresh burn. He bites his bottom lip and when you pull your wrist away, he almost wants to hold onto it for a few seconds.

Just because he’s in the same position as you are right now, body on fire, mind scrambled and jumbled with the biggest portion of your thoughts focused on each other.. In varying sexual situations, he shifts in his seat as he remembers the daydream you were having earlier this morning that he was forced to endure as he sat beside you.

You circle back to his bizarre statement about you thinking too loud. And you’re gaping at him. ❝ When you yelled at me about thinking too loud..❞ you pause as you try to tell yourself this all absolutely has to be some kind of weird fever dream, that’s the only explanation at this point.

Because the only alternative is that your grandmother isn’t crazy like your mother claims. And if that’s the case then that means everything she’s been saying for years about the family bloodline is.. True.

Billy speaks up quietly, ❝ I wasn’t yelling, but anyway.. What about it, doll?❞

❝ You did yell.❞ you’re pouting just a little. Billy snorts in laughter quietly. And then he clears his throat. All he wants to do at this point is get to the bottom of it all. Figure out just how hard it’s going to be to sever this stupid bond his wolf has chosen to make on his behalf without any consent from him at all. You’re picking at a loose thread on the edge of your sleeve and staring down at your own lap intently. Because this is a lot for you to take in.

Not to mention, the longer you’re surrounded by him and his everything, the more you’re tempted to lay down and offer yourself up to him in the backseat of his Camaro. And you sense that this isn’t exactly what he wants. That for whatever reason, he dreads this. He’s been fighting it, if his own noisy thoughts are anything to go by. Then it hits you.. You’ve been thinking you heard him talking to you randomly all day but if he can hear you thinking it’d make sense that the same can be said for you.. Right?

❝ Fine, whatever. Look, can we just get back on fuckin track here?❞ Billy asks as he takes a cigarette and lights it up. He offers you the pack and you take one for yourself. He leans into you and naturally, it’s way too close. Close enough that the tips of your noses brush and when this happens, that woozy feeling is back. And so is the searing fire that’s been running through your veins all night.

You sway just a little and swallow down a lump because your throat’s all dry and it’s bothering you. Billy speaks up quietly. ❝ Shit. Fuck. I was hopin’ this wouldn’t fuckin happen, darling..❞ as he shifts in his seat all over again and stares at you.

He’s losing this fight too, all restraint has flown right out the window with the dying embers of the cigarette he’s just finished off. You bite back a whine as you feel yourself starting to spin out of control and you find yourself leaning into him just a little too close for the second time in a day, just like you were in class earlier.

Billy grips your upper arms and stares into your eyes. He hasn’t even touched you and there’s this fucked-out glow in them, lust blotting out your irises. He knows you’re dripping by now, this has him almost drooling because the scent of you is entirely too sweet to resist a second longer. 

You speak up, a tiny and wavering voice. ❝ You were hoping what wouldn’t happen, hm?❞

He chuckles. It’s a dark and dangerous sound. Rather than be completely crass about it, he grabs hold of your wrist and places your palm up against the way his cock is so hard it’s about to burst straight through his jeans. You shiver and whine because feeling how hard he is only makes the flood between your own thighs so much worse. You’ve been wet all day, no thanks to him.

❝ Do you get it now, doll? I shouldn’t be here with you right now.❞ Billy trails off, thumping his cigarette pack against the wheel just so that he has something else to focus on for a second or two. After a long pause, he looks over at you again. You’re staring at him, waiting on him to finish saying what he’d been about to say. ❝ It’s dangerous for both of us, alright?❞

This answer isn’t satisfying enough for you. ❝ Wait.. w-what do you mean dangerous, Billy?❞ your voice wavers. He can smell the fear the exact second it creeps into your scent. He sighs and shakes his head. Mumbles something about you, asking for it with all your fucking questions and then he looks at you and leans in closer. That predatory and hungry gleam is in his eyes again and they’re glowing an even brighter blue that’s almost as hypnotic as the waves in an ocean on a calm day.

❝ I wanna fuck you til I’m empty, you're so full of me it drips outta you and you can’t remember anybody else’s name but mine. I wanna bite that pretty little neck, leave my mark behind so shit like what Jason Carver tried t’ pull earlier doesn’t happen t’ you again. But see, here’s the thing..❞ he rubs his forehead. He’s regretting the keg stands right now. And the entire bottle of Wild Turkey he managed to consume just hoping he’d numb himself enough that he wouldn’t hear you anymore in his head. He wouldn’t smell you, ready and waiting. Ripe for the picking.

❝ If I do any of this, doll.. It’s only gonna destroy both our lives.. I'm a bastard, you'll realize it sooner or later.❞ he exhales a plume of smoke into the air after lighting another cigarette. There’s angst in his voice, it’s almost as if he wishes what he’s just said wasn’t true at all.

And you’re wondering where he gets that idea from to start with. Because the more you stop and think about it, the only thing that’s kept you fighting your own pull to him has been every bullshit belief your mother drilled into your own head.

To be fair.. Grandma said Mom wanted no part of any of it when she was my age. Said she even turned her back on the whole thing and purposely got knocked up with me then left town. She was hoping she’d breed out the family bloodline. That worked so well, thanks Ma. - the thought has you sitting there, slowly coming to terms with it all.

And maybe that’s what prompts you to speak up, placing a hand on his thigh as you stare at him intently. ❝ Why? Are you not even a little curious, Billy?❞ you’re leaning in closer and you’re not sure why you do it, but you push your hair away from the right side of your neck. Billy rubs his chin and coughs, shifting around in his seat all over again. Offering up your neck to him like this is definitely not a smart move on your part and yet.. Here you are, doing it.

❝ You’re in heat, you’re not thinkin, doll.❞

❝ Oh trust me, Billy.. This is the first thing I’ve actually thought out completely in a really long time. Don’t I get a say in what I want?❞ you frown just a little, ask in a quieter tone, ❝ Somebody’s gotta take care of you, Billy. And maybe all the fighting this off I’ve been doing is just tiresome.. Unless you’re trying to say you don’t want this to happen and you’re the one who wants to reject it.❞ you pause, searching baby blue eyes for any sign that might be the case.

Billy chuckles to himself and decides that he’s about to call your bluff. He leans into you and just barely drags his teeth over the soft skin at the base of your neck. His nose buries there next and he inhales deep. ❝ It’s kinda fucked up, y’know.. You pickin me. Don’t you know how scary I am, doll?❞ he mutters, breath hot against your skin. Your own breath hangs in your throat and you whine out as your hands find purchase in the fabric of his red shirt.

❝ All I know is that I trust you. And I want you and damn it, I’m sick and tired of fighting it, Billy..❞ you mutter as another intense wave of heat -pain along with it this time, sends you into him, seeking comfort.

Billy’s breath catches and he awkwardly wraps his arms around you, letting you melt into him completely. When he can feel you calming down a little, he pulls away to stare down at you.

And he knows he’s irrevocably fucked because there’s no way he was ever going to keep fighting it off. He was doomed to lose the fight all along. He doesn’t like losing but in this case, considering the prize he might have even if it’s just a little while before he somehow fucks it all up, he’s not really sure it’s a bad thing this time around.

❝ Careful what you’re askin for, princess. This is kind of permanent. Because I’m not gonna let you go so easy once I take you for myself, doll.❞

There’s supposed to be menace in his words, it’s supposed to be a threat and you’re well aware of it. But there’s also comfort in them. He’s protected you on more than one occasion. You feel safer with him than you’ve ever felt with anyone. There’s calm. You’re not chasing your next thrill when you’re all preoccupied with thoughts or dreams of him.

❝ I-I don’t care. It’s what I want, Billy. Are you seriously going to deny me? I thought you were a red-hot stud, Hargrove, what’s with the fight you’re putting up, hm?❞

He bites back a groan as your palm settles against the way he’s strained at his jeans all over again. When you ghost it over the bulge, he bucks himself up into you and a helpless, needy sound wrenches it’s way free from the depths of his chest. You’re whining quietly, you��ve given up the battle with restraint. You’re ignoring that pesky little inner voice that keeps insisting that he’s scary, that you’ve seen his mean streak at work before and you shouldn’t be doing this. You’re ignoring them in favor of the other side to it, the one that insists this is right. This is exactly what has to happen.

As your free hand clasps against the back of his neck and your fingers tangle in the curls of his mullet, his hand slips up the front of your shirt and you moan as he squeezes your tits and growls against your partially open mouth. ❝ You don’t have a clue what you’re getting yourself into, darling.❞ he mutters as his tongue parts your lips and drags over your own tongue. Thick digits dig into your hips and tangle in your hair, pulling at it as he deepens the kiss and maintains total control. His heart is about to beat right out of his chest and you feel it as you melt against him…