#Billy Hargrove x reader fluff

[supermarketbae]

sub whiny reader waking billy up in the middle of the night begging billy to fuck her. she’s sooooo horny for him she can’t wait, billy is mean cus she interrupted her sleep 🫣🫣🫣 I’ll let u take the reigns. UGHHHH I need this

Late Night Whispers

and other ways to keep him up

a/n: uhm helllloooooo now I need this too! 😭

warnings: smut, sub!reader, dom!Billy, praise, manhandling, or female anatomy of reader, slight(ish) breeding kink… uhm I think that’s about it

a/n: Idk what’s upppp I just couldn’t make him that mean in this one 🤷🏾‍♀️ but anyhooo if you don’t like it submit another request and scream at me or sum

A warm, slick, and to be frank, quite unwelcome heat was swirling in your belly. Of course, you had attempted to ignore this pounding feeling that caressed up your curving thighs and up to the source of your plush arousal in your cunt. Rubbing  your thighs together you ultimately make the problem worse as the slight friction kisses against your twitching clit in just the right way. Letting out a shaky sigh you roll over scooting to Billy—your boyfriend’s— sleeping figure. Needily, you nuzzle your head into his broad chest. 

Your lips quirk into a smirk that usually mirrors his, at the scent that is so distinctly him that you just have to smile. But, at the ever present tightness deep in your tummy, you nudge Billy’s arm once again, wanting nothing more than to be pounded into the mattress until all you remembered was his name and the dull ache in your cunt turned into the trembling of your thighs. 

“Billy…baby…” Your soft exhale ghosts quietly in the darkened room but nevertheless reaches his ears. You smile a light blush filling your cheeks as Billy’s strong arms tighten around you protectively “what’s wrong darlin’” the husky mumble has you keening and you subconsciously buck your hips back into his. At this, Billy chuckles darkly a sharp smile gracing his features as his large hands slip up your stomach to your tits, squeezing teasingly and slow.  “Such a needy fuckin’ thing angel.” His deep whisper goes straight to your cunt and once more, you clench around nothing. 

To your pleasure, Billy pulls down your shorts slowly, not even bothering to rid you of your panties before he thrusts into you evenly.

You let out a sluggish moan at this, boneless at the sensation of Billy’s thick girth. “Please—ah— just use me.” You moan tiredly, letting Billy’s strong hands guide your hips in the way he likes—slow, hard, deep strokes that have you clenching needily around him. “So fucking tight sweetheart—fuckkkk— so good-such a good girl.” 

Billy’s moans to you are deep, slurred drawls his tired state indicated on how clingy he was being. “Always take my cock so good baby~” he coos to your writhing form as he continues to piston into you. You mewl at his words nodding, at this point already cock drunk. The only thing you could do was bring yourself to claw at Billy’s large back as his hips continued to rut quickly into yours as your back arches up into his once more Billy sighs out a soft whine “I love you s—fuck— so fucking much.” The hazy admission has your mouth wobbling, forming a wide, pleasured smile and the warm giggle that slips out from your shivering body has Billy grabbing your face with reverent hands to kiss at any skin he can reach. 

As your breath comes out choppy and uneven, you ground yourself for just a second longer to keen out your reply, “I love you too.” Your breathy voice has Billy groaning. “Sweetheart— fuck— don’t- I’ll fucking cum.” Biting your lip sweetly you shake your head impishly at Billy’s warning. He loved hearing you say how you loved him. “You d-don’t want—ah- to hear that I love you Billy?” Each word punched out by a harsh thrust that hit your g-spot each time. Billy shudders as you say it again, a small whimper leaving his plump lips. “You don’t want to hear—mmm—th-that I love your cock?” Billy nearly growls at your words hand coming to play at your clit, your lips tremble, but you continue to talk.

“Doesn’t this cock love this pussy baby?” Before you can even get another word out Billy cuts you off “F-fuck yes— fuck yes I do sweetheart-you know I do.” His breathing comes out raggedly. Instinctively, feeling the tightened coil of your oncoming orgasm begin to unravel you wrap your legs around Billy’s waist. You want him closer. You need him closer. You cry out as Billy bites into your shoulder “I love you Billy.” You say breathily as he grips your hips tighter impaling you on his cock as he spills his cum inside of you. His hand continues to rock circular motions on your clit and not a moment later, your cumming hard moaning his name hoarsely. As you pant, you’re vaguely aware of his hands tracing your cheeks as you come down from your high. Smiling down at your stupefied expression Billy smirks. “Love you more sweet thing.”

[chubbyreaderchan]

So when I was a kid my parents would kiss each other good bye three times for luck and they told me it represented 'health, wealth, and happiness' and like... Just doing that with your fav.

That's all.

[first-edition]

Cadillac

billy Hargrove x reader

Sum- Billy’s car is in the shop so as a rental he drive a cadillac. Taking you out to the movies it seems he wants to break your one rule.

You dont fuck in Cadillacs

Song (Cadillacs by Ayesha erotica)

Cw- smut, fingering fem rec., car sex, riding, chocking, semi-public sex.

You walk out of your house seeing your boyfriend leaning against his car.

“Hey baby.” He says pulling you into him. His lips meet yours hungrily as he kisses your lips. You kiss him back smiling out of it before it fades as you notice his car.

You tilt your head looking at the bright red car.

“Where’s your car?” You ask looking up at him.

“In the shop her transmission busted out while i was teaching max to drive.” He says

“You were teaching max..to drive? She’s 13.” You say.

“Never too early.” He says letting go of you before moving to the side and opening the door for you.

“You want me to get in that?” You ask.

“Do you wanna walk to the movies?” He asks raising his eyebrow. you shrug and get in the car.

“Im not fucking in a Cadillac.” You say he chuckles closing the door but not before stealing another kiss.

———

Pulling into the drive in you take your spot. You wait by the car while billy goes to get snacks.

As the movie plays out you glacé over seeing all the other couples’s lips glued together hands down pants. Billy’s hand rests against your thigh his fingers caressing them. Slightly disappointed in yourself for not fucking your man right now but also proud of yourself for keeping to your word.

Lost in your own thoughts your shoulder angel and devil fighting you, Billy’s hand moves closer to your core up your thigh. You gasp feeling his fingers ghost over your clothed cunt.

“B-Billy.” You gasp crossing your legs only prompting him to push your legs open.

“Be good..” he harshly says.

“I said no sex..” you say

“This isn’t sex now is it.” He says pushing your panties to the side. His fingers circle around your cunt already wet and aching just thinking about breaking your Cadillac rule from before.

His finger dips into you making you gasp. He thrusts his finger in and out fucking your cunt pressing against the sponges spot easily manipulating your nerves into the steps of an orgasam. A gasp excapes your lips as his motion become faster.

“Ngh…b-billy.” You moan out quietly. He looks over to you a smirk on his face as he leans over to seat pulling his fingers from your core. You’re about to protest but his lips make contact with yours making you moan in to his mouth. He pulls you to him only prompting you to climb over the side port and onto his lap straddling him.

He groans as he feels you grind against his obvious boner. The rough fabric of his jeans inching you to get off. His ringed finger dig into your flesh as hes pulled your shirt up.

His hands wander up and under your shirt feeling your back easily unclipping your bra. He pulls your shirt off and over your head. He reaches down to the side of the seat pulling the lever as the tops falls back against the backseat. Laying back as his hands roam your body your bare breast to up to his face to his liking as he nips and sucks on them making little moan exude from your lips.

Your hand wanders down between you too as you palm his erection causing him to relapse your tits.

“Fuck..” he hisses as you unzip his pants slipping your hands through his boxers to feel his erection.

“F-fuck baby.” He whines as he grips your sides, rough fingertips digging into your perfect flesh. He sits up pushing you back a bit your back accidentally hitting the horn of the car setting it off.

“Shit.” He chuckles making you laugh as well as scrambles to pull out his cock without setting the horn off again.

Fucking in his car would be no problem as hes used to the space but this car is a bit different not knowing how far the wheel is from the seat. All the calculation are off but that’s not gonna stop him from making you cum in the rental.

He moves your panties to one side but get annoyed and rips them off you squeal hoping when you hurry back up the stairs home your mother dosnt follow you to say goodnight.

He kisses your lips as he pushes himself into your drenched core. You moan out of the kiss your fingers intertwining themself in his locks as your chest is pressed against him your collar bones perfect height for him to leave hickeys.

He lays back against the seat as he thrusts up into you.

“F-fuck ah..b-billy” you moan out as the sensation of his thick cock hits every spot so well. Pulling you down to him your head rests on his chest he drills into you. Not just making the car rock but making you gasp and moan out in pleausre.

He begins a brutal pace. Your stuttering moans fills his ears. Windows foggy and nails clawing at the fine leather of the head recast above him. His hand comes down and smacks your ass hard making you squeal as his pace seemingly becomes faster.

His moans and grunt making you clench around his dick as he grips your ass. Brusies from his rings surely being left behind.

"Fuuuuckkk, Billyyy! M'gonna cum!" You whimper. He chuckles pulling you away from him as his hand wraps around your throat still drilling up into you the red button down shirt now untucked and messy as part of his chest shows.

“Cum on me baby, fucking do it cum on me and this rented leather.” He grunts as his thumb forces its way into your mouth presses it down on your tounge.

As if on command by some magic spell you cum squeezing your boyfriends dick as your eyes roll back. His other hand moving down to your center, thumb immediately finding your clit rubbing it making your squeal out arching your back .

“Fuuuck baby yeah…like that come on.” He says as his balls tighten a few rough thrusts back into you and he paints your walks with his cum. Filling you as it leaks out down your thing onto the legs of his pants simultaneously making you orgasam for the third time.

He pulls his hand away not wanting to over whelm you and slows down his thrusts. Removing his hand from your neck he pulls you to him once again keep himself seating inside you for a bit before slowly pulling out.

You both pant as he kisses your face making you giggle.

————

He walks you up to your door and smiles his hand resting on the small of your back.

“So…” he begins.

“Mm?” You ask. Turning to him as his hands rest on your waist.

“What was that thing you said…about not fucking in Cadillacs.” He says pulling you into him his hand gripping you ass making you gasp.

“I dont know what you’re talking about?” You say looking up to him. His eyes glacé down to your lips as his tounge licks a strip over his bottom lip breaking into a smile.

“Mmhm does that rule not apply anymore…” he says

“Dosnt apply to those who have fucked me in one.” You say.

“How many was that?” He says moving closer to you.

“Just one…” you say pecking his lips before opening your door walking in side. And shutting the door. Giggling as you hurry up your stairs to watch him from out your windows getting back into his car and driving off.

[beetboxx]

the leather jacket effect - billy hargrove x reader

pt 4 - masterlist

THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT, AND IS THEREFORE 18+, MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS PART OF THE SERIES!!!

other warnings; era misogyny, mean dom billy, sub reader, fingering, f oral, p in v, billy being horrible and then billy being less horrible, slight angst - let me know if i missed anything

REQUEST BOX OPEN! (also, come and talk to me!)

you had only been on a couple of dates before that fateful monday. your first one was freshman year, in '82, when joshua wallace from model un asked you out to a movie. joshua wallace was.. average. he wore khakis and polos or sweaters, wore glasses and his hair neatly combed and pushed back. he was always italy at MUN meetings, and always got a little too into it. you two saw the secret of nimh, a dumb little animated movie about a mouse. you had suggested the dark crystal, or the slumber party massacre, but joshua said his mom wouldn't be okay with 'scary' movies. you two sat side by side, the armrest separating you two, as he snacked on popcorn he bought for himself and refused to share.

and then there was eric. he played tennis. actually, he spent more time playing tennis than actually breathing or sleeping. he was sweet. brown eyes, wore button ups and jeans and pulled out chairs for you and opened doors. he asked you out to his own tennis game. you went, it was boring, long, and you didn't quite understand the appeal of a bunch of dudes in white throwing around a ball. you made out in his mom's car after that, and then he struggled for about five minutes to open and put on a condom. you were bored the entire time, even though your famous “first time” is supposed to be romantic, special, significant. with eric, it was a chore. the next week, he asked you if you wanted to go watch him during a tournament. you called him to tell him you were sick.

and then steven, from theatre. he made you smile until your cheeks hurt, complimented you and left notes in your locker. he asked you out using shakespeare and roses, and then took you to a drive-in screening of rocky horror picture show. he covered your head with newspaper when janet and brad are walking through the rain, brought rice and playing cards to throw at the screen. you had the time of your life, but you couldn’t stop giggling and looking over at him and he was so damn cuddly. you two stayed late after the movie ended, popcorn and rice all over the bed of his truck so he could lazily finger you under a blanket before having the most average sex of your life. you went on four more dates with steven after that, each one unique and silly and full of giggles and smiles.

but you found him having sex with a girl wearing a prairie dress with a cowboy hat backstage during their production of oklahoma!

so, easy to say you hadn’t had the best luck with dating, or a very dignified sex life. you thought you would’ve found a long term boyfriend by your senior year- someone mundane and kind and.. boring. everyone thought that you would find some wonder-bread to bring home to your parents and sit at a comfortable distance, so when word spread around that you were going on a “date,” with billy hargrove, it felt like your hair was on fire everywhere you went. girls whispered when you walked by them, suddenly guys were paying attention to you and complimenting your skirts- well, complimenting how the skirts made you look. you just ignored it, for the most part. kept walking after saying a quiet thank you. this was not on the itinerary for the year. but everyone was way too scared of billy to speak out about this anomaly. he had been there for about a week and already had the entirety of hawkins high trapped in his fist. except nancy, of course.

“okay- what the hell happened to not wanting anything to do with him?” nancy interrogated one afternoon at your little study group slash chat hour.

“hm?” you hummed, not lifting your head up from your homework.

“billy!”

“the new kid?”

“yes, the new kid- you know who i’m talking about,” she argued.

“yeah. what about him?”

nancy gave you a very cold, stern look. she had this specific face that just read “don’t fuck with me.” her eyebrows were slanted as she glared at you through them.

“okay- okay!” you surrendered, setting down your pencil. “it’s nothing, seriously. we’re just going to the football game.”

“you say that,” she reprimanded, pointing a pen in your face, “but then he gives you his jacket, and then he tries to get a b.j. in his shitty car he can’t drive, and th-“

“i got it!” you grumbled, frowning and looking down at your hands on the library table. nancy took a breath before scooting a little closer to you, her stern face falling into a more worried expression. she was scared for you, you could tell by the pursed lips and raised cheeks and the pure amount of worry in her eyes.

“i’m sorry. i just- (y/n), i’ve seen guys like him,” nancy explained, joining you in the search for a distraction in her own fingernails.

“i know, i know. its..” you trailed off and lifted your head up to look at her, which soon caught her attention and gave her the cue to re-engage in the conversation. “he’s the first guy to like.. notice me. in a while.”

nancy frowned, her shoulders dropping rigidly. she’s been in your shoes before.

“trust me, nance. i’ll be okay.”

she sighed, nodded reluctantly and threw up her hands as a surrender. the rest of your study session had a huge cloud of tension hanging over it that entire time- all the nerds and study-junkies could feel it, and it made the rest of that hour and a half absolutely miserable. but it gave you alot of time to think, as your eyes aimlessly wandered pages and your pencil scribbled in the corners. billy wasn’t going to be an exclusive deal. he couldn’t promise you love, or loyalty, and you had no idea how everyone else would hypothetically react. but if this goes somewhere, this little chess game of yours, would it end in a draw? perhaps his king, instead of trying to capture your queen in all of his patriarchal powers, would pull her into a hug, give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her it would be alright. and of course, there was always a chance you were imagining all of this and it was all a spooky wet dream, and billy hargrove never really existed!

the attention was good, at first, with all the gossiping and sudden interest from guys since now you were considered unavailable, even though nothing had happened to consider you that. boys were just like sheep. and you kind of felt terrible for the girls, feeling like they needed to compete for their attention. you understood it now. all of the times you had made fun of cathy and nancy for waking up early to do their hair and makeup made sense to you now- they were all forced to be in competition with each other, and once word spread about billy asking you out, you were their top competitor. without you wanting to be.

and of course, word got around to cathy. she approached you about it on that friday, way later than you thought she would find out about it. it was during your shared history class, when you were finishing up notes. she had tapped on your shoulder from behind you, and you could tell from the strength of the taps that she was very urgent.

“what’s up, caths?” you asked, twisting your abdomen to face her.

“you know what’s up,” she replied, dead-panned and staring at you with her beady little eyes. cathy didn’t have a malicious bone in her body, but you really felt like she was about to tell you that she wasn’t angry, just disappointed. you could not bare to live in a world with no people like her or nancy.

“… i’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking down in shame like a kid who got caught grabbing candy from the candy jar.

“what?”

“i said, i’m sorry.”

“wait- why are you sorry?”

you looked up, cocking your head to the side. you couldn’t tell if this was a rhetorical.

“because.. i’m going to the game with billy?”

cathy gasped, her hand immediately flying to your arm and shaking her head rapidly.

“i’m not upset, (y/n)!” she assured, her permed hair flying around as she shook her head. “i’m so totally excited for you!”

now it was your time to reply with a, “what?”

cathy beamed at you and giggled a little bit, her leopard printed shoulders bouncing carelessly. “you finally got yourself a little boy toy! and a very, very hot one, at that.”

“oh,” you said, confusedly. you didn’t exactly know what was happening right now. “you’re not.. mad?”

cathy made a weird pouting face and told you very sincerely, “of course not. i’m happy for you!”

you returned her smile in the form of a quick grin, before nodding in confirmation of her approval. you were glad you had the cathy-go-ahead, but there was still that aching feeling in your gut, pulling and twisting and screaming at you to abort the mission. screaming at you that this would change your senior year from the simple, academic, calm one you had grown to love. simplicity was good. unnerving, familiar. and billy hargrove was anything but simple.

"mrs. (l/n), do you have anything to share with the class?" mr. allen, your bald-headed, grumpy history teacher inquired sarcastically, pulling your attention out of your swimming thoughts. you spun around in your seat, completely silent as you shook your head. mr. allen was scary. looked like a bulldog and always wore very comically large shoulder-pads.

soon after mr. allen had interrupted you and cathy, you were given a solid minute before the bell rang to gather up your stuff that wasn't shoved in your locker into your backpack. he made everyone stay thirty seconds past the bell as usual just out of pure malice, and then you were dismissed for your next period.

you made your quick stop at your locker to shove a few more things that you humanly could in there. you could have sworn that locker had some sort of pocket dimension in it capable of holding all of your books and textbooks and notebooks. but it was lovely. familiar. you went there every day between your history class and english, and it was one of the moments in your day where the rustling and chatting and occasional shouts from the hallways around you were welcoming, because it happened every single day.

as you were walking down the hallway to your next class while holding your copy of , something very out of your schedule occurred, however. something that had never happened before. you got.. catcalled? you weren't really sure what to call it, but as you passed a group of basketball players, wearing their lettermans and sneakers and all various shades of blue jeans, one of them whistled at you.

you were very sure it was at you, too, because another one next to the whistler had the audacity to shout, "yo, (y/n)! lookin' fine today!" before the others erupted in chuckles and various sounds of dog-like expressions of attraction.

you didn't know how to react, so you just mumbled, ".. thank you," your cheeks flushing and a shy but very confused smile pulling at your lips.

one of the players, the one you guessed had started this, let out another form of onomatopoeia in a loud 'ooooh!' and slapping the chest of the guy next to him. it was all very strange. they acted like dogs. no, they acted like dogs and expected girls to swoon over them. they acted like dogs, and treated girls like they were the dogs. the entire moment just made you sick in your stomach. it felt wrong. to be objectified like that, like a piece of meat. they were only interested in you because you had been 'claimed,' and you were totally not a fan of it.

and then you realized that your next class was in fact english, and you dreaded your hallway walk even more. maybe you would get lucky, billy wouldn't show up and you wouldn't have to deal with him for another day. maybe billy was merciful enough to spare you from his demeaning flirts until you went on your little outing together to a shitty football game.

you soon realized that no, billy hargrove was not that merciful. he was there when you walked in mrs. campbells decorated door, lounging in his chosen seat with his toned legs sprawled out underneath him, stretching far enough to reach underneath the chair of the person in front of him. he had some smug expression on his face, as usual, like he was about to pull a pair of sunglasses from the abyss and tell you he had you all figured out. and most importantly and shocking- he was early. to a class.

he didn't seem to notice you, or was choosing to act like he didn't notice you, until tina, from behind your seat, drew the class' attention to you with a gleeful 'hey, (y/n)!'

his eyes dragged over to you, standing in the classroom doorway with your book and a composition notebook tucked in your arms. he flicked his chin up as a part of a greeting.

"speak of the pretty devil. we were just talking about you,” billy asserted, every single pair of eyes in the classroom falling on you. this attention you did not like. you could read every single emotion from the room full of opinionated teenagers. it made you feel like spotlights were blazing down on you, turning your face red and your skin hot and a little tingly. you gave a little, nervous hum as a response to his proclamation. the heat of the attention made your knees a little wobbly, your hands unsteady as you walked past billy to your seat. you sat down, slowly as you approached the shark, which prompted billy's body to follow your direction and give you a smile that rotted your teeth.

"you excited for the game tonight, babe?" he asked you while chewing his gum with his molars, that one ending word of endearment making everyone in the classroom have their own micro-reaction. excitement for their bro-dude, jealousy because that should be them getting that title, jealousy because that should be them giving that title, disgust that this was such a big deal, and more. but yours was just shock. your eyes went wide, lips parting in a barely noticeable gasp.

"um- please don't call me that," you whispered, hoping that it was just him that heard it, but unfortunately, the gaggle of jocks emitted chuckles and scoffs at your response.

you saw billy's face fall, with his nostrils flaring like a bull and teeth gritting together. he shot a glare as sharp as a dagger at the boys around him, to which they responded accordingly by falling silent. at first, you thought they were laughing at you for 'being such a prude,' but you soon realized that they were laughing at billy- you had embarrassed him.

his smile then returned with a chuckle as his jaw loosened from its tension, beginning to chew his gum like hew as doing before.

"why not? you're a fuckin' babe," he chided, intending to sound like he didn't care, but the bite he applied was obvious that he was a little wounded by your push-back.

"it's.. it's a little degrading, is all. you could have.. used my name."

he laughed at you. it stung.

"ah, so you're bein' a bitch today, huh?"

"n-no, i just don't want to be treated like.. that," you muttered, your agitation beginning to grow. the people around you basically pulled out a bucket of metaphorical popcorn as they watched the ping-pong match between you two. to billy, it was some sort of sadistic strip ping-pong.

billy was so close to responding, until he was interrupted by mrs. campbell's less-than-cheerful announcement that class had begun and to quiet down. he turned around in his seat, and you could feel the steam blowing from his ears and into your vicinity.

english class was painful. billy didn't say a word. not to you, not to the teacher, not to the people around him. he opened his copy of animal farm, but you could tell he didn't read a single word. you only got a chapter or so yourself. everything felt.. wrong. the words on the pages felt like you were reading an ancient symbolic language, which was the same feeling you got when you tried to read billy. he didn't make any sudden movements until the end of class, when the bell rung and everyone was dismissed.

you always took a while to get your stuff, and billy knew that already, so he lingered, sitting in the same exact spot you last saw him in, with his fists clenched on his desk and his shoulders tense. once you stood up, he followed, turning around on his heel and blocking your exit escape. you two were the only people in the class at that point. he didn't say anything, just took a step towards you and grabbed your chin with two unexpectedly soft fingers. he brought your chin to look at him, a movement that gave you a scary deja vu that made your stomach turn over.

he took a long moment to stare into your eyes with a dangerous, flat look. you could feel his minty breath, and you could see the brewing darkness in his eyes.

"you better learn to watch it," he said. it was simple, a command. a threat. you didn't know what he would do if you didn't, and you didn’t exactly know what you were supposed to be watching (you guessed it was the whole embarrassing him thing). but you didn't exactly want to find out- though, seriously, what the fuck could billy do that would be so horrible if you continued to ‘talk back to him’, even with your innocent intentions that you had before.

he didn't give you the chance to respond, though, letting go of your chin with a slight push, once again slowly turning around, grabbing his bag, and exiting the classroom.

that was all you thought about for the rest of the day. nothing else. just billy. and his fingers. and the dangerous look he gave you. and it was like a horror movie- you knew you were going to be scared and your nerves and adrenaline would be on fire under your skin, but you were so intrigued, and.. excited.

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6:24, a whole 36 minutes until the terrible football game was about to start. no one went to the hawkins high football games for fun. the team was terrible, boring, and the marching band completely half-assed it, knowing it wouldn't have been a memorable moment anyways. basketball games were the true games to go to for the game itself- and the guys in shorts and tank tops. people went to hawkins high football games to either support someone, get drunk and/or high, snog in or under the bleachers, and just hangout with their friends in a reckless abandon.

you didn't know why you were going, to be honest.

you heard a loud, angry honk from outside your house, prompting you to mutter a string of curses as the anticipation grew in your veins. you couldn't tell if your hair was standing up on your head like you were upside down. you hurriedly put on your mascara, a finishing touch to a very intermediate look. it was definitely out of your comfort zone, but.. you wanted to impress someone. show them- him, you weren't what he thought. throw him off his game, show him who's boss in this situation.

you did your makeup with your best impersonation of molly ringwald, glossy red lipgloss and rouge on your cheekbones. but you kept your outfit strictly you. you didn't need to change your clothing style for a guy. it was your last thread of comfort that you were strong to hold onto. loose jeans and a button-up, that was it.

a loud knock- no, a bang on your front door sounded through the house. you basically sprinted to it, twisting the doorknob open and throwing the door open so hard it banged against the wall behind it, hopefully not leaving a scratch, but you were too caught up in the moment to check. there was billy, leaning against your doorframe, a cigarette hanging from the corners of his lips. he wore a tight polo shirt, definitely purposefully defining all of his muscles and figure. you noted a little silver necklace with a pendant you couldn't fully make out. his hair was.. well, perfect. it definitely had to be a perm. you wondered what would happen if you threw a bucket of water over his head. his blue eyes were piercing in the dim light, first shooting through your chest where a little sliver of skin showed, making you immediately go and cover it up. they skated up to your face, lingering on the glossy red lips you applied. for you, of course. it wasn't for anyone else.

"uh-.. hey," you greeted, trying to sound as calm as possible. you were anything but calm.

"you get all dolled up for me?"

damn it. he saw right through you.

you just shook your head. you saw the slight hint of a grin. you had to fight with your hand to not reach up and slap it off of him, but it was too planted to your sides to resist your resistance.

he clicked his tongue and looked to his car, before pushing himself up off your doorframe. he turned, and began walking to his car in quick strides. you followed like some sort of lost puppy. he walked right past the passenger side car door, going straight to his own and opening it for yourself, proving to you that you weren't even worth the few seconds it would take to open your car door for you. maybe it was to you, maybe it was to him. regardless, you opened it yourself, climbing into the car soaked in cigarette smoke, ash, and rebellion. billy didn't even wait for you to put on your seatbelt, which you knew you had to when driving with billy, to start up his car with a growl and slam on the gas.

it was about three minutes of tense silence, the small carriage being taken up by soft rock music from the radio and the sound of the camaro's exhaustion, before one of you broke. it was you.

"hey um- i'm.. i'm sorry for embarrassing you, or whatever. in mrs. campbells.”

he just scoffed.

“i really don’t like the way you spoke to me, though. like- i’m not mad, or whatever.. i only want you to treat me like-“

“it’s fine,” he bit.

you could hear cold as ice by foreigner playing on the radio. it seemed fitting, but you couldn’t tell why. maybe it was the icy tone in his voice.

you needed to change the situation, quick, or else you would be calling for cathy’s saving before the game even started. so you decided to.. turn it into a joke.

“but uh- did you see tim’s face when you gave him that glare?” you lightly laughed. “looked like he was going to shit himself or something.”

that pushed a tiny, breathy chuckle from billy. it was lighter than the chuckle he gave when he was mocking you earlier.

you let that light simmer for a while, resorting to staring down at your palms in your lap, trying to read the lines in them and see if the stars held any resolution that night. you didn’t see anything. and then there was a little shimmer from venus.

“yeahh.. guy’s a tool.." he grumbled, but you could feel the jokiness in his tone that threatened to rise to surface.

you offered him the same chuckle he put on the table. you chewed on the inside of your cheek as your eyes followed the lines on your palm, trying to find the courage within to say something more. you turned to look at him, your view landing on his hands on the steering wheel. you couldn't look him in the face, even if he was staring at the road.

“hey, billy?”

he hummed.

“why did you ask me to this game?” you questioned, quiet and very, very sincere. it wasn’t challenging, sarcastic, it was a genuine question.

“i dunno,” he replied. it wasn't cocky or smug, just clueless. he really didn't know why. he didn't regret it by any means, but it was something that just happened and he didn't realize that it did.

"is it a.. date?"

he iterated the same response, "i dunno."

"why are you so.. mean to me? mean to.. women."

billy blinked rapidly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"why are you asking so many questions?" he challenged, crueler than he intended it to be. not that it mattered, anyways. "a little chatterbox tonight, huh?"

you nodded, shrugging. his mocking question was intended to make you shut up, but instead, it just made you continue to talk more. it made his forehead crease. "yep. i've never done this before, to be honest. usually when i get asked out on a date it's... asking, not demanding."

billy frowned, a now angry frown that he was being chastised.

"well, then i'll tell you," he began, stopping you before you could say anything else. "you sit next to me, look pretty and be fuckin' quiet. or you can go talk to tommy's girlfriend about.. shopping or whatever the fuck you girls talk about."

now it was your turn to scrunch up your eyebrows.

"and maybe, if you're lucky, i'll pull into an empty parking lot after the game."

your head cocked to the side as you glared at him, which to him, looked more like a pout until you narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. "an empty parking lot, really? why?"

billy scoffed at you again, rolling his eyes until they landed on you, pulling your attention from his steering wheel you had been staring at as he disregarded traffic laws and degraded you.

"oh, that's adorable," he mocked. "you really don't know?"

"okay, if you're gonna be a total lame-ass, i'll just go spend the game with my friend.” you tightened your arms over your chest like you were holding a shield to yourself to protect from billy’s overall unpleasantness.

“i wouldn’t be if you weren’t gonna be such a bimbo," billy rasped, his voice gaining in volume.

"didn’t you fail a grammar quiz, wise guy?” you snapped back. you felt your ears getting hot, your nails bluntly digging into your arms as the anger, and confidence, brewed. “i mean, seriously, do you have anything going on up there behind that mullet besides like.. wondering when you’re going to get your rocks off next?”

your tone became a lot harsher than it was before. your emotions had flipped like a coin, a quick switch with your increasing agitation and anger. you would rather eat cement than admit that billy was affecting and offending you. but maybe it's not so bad, i mean, wet cement looks edible-

"who do you think you are, billy?" you continued, a lot quieter than your last accusation. it was quieter, but it stung like a hammer to billy's head. you scooted further away from him in your seat, closer to the door just in case you needed to tuck-and-roll out of the camaro. you saw him seething, his knuckles turn white as the rest of him turned an angry red. his breathing was heavy and gravelly in his chest, rumbling like a volcano before eruption. "you can't- you can't treat women like they're pieces of meat."

billy gritted his teeth together.

"but that's all you are." he spat loudly, not even giving the effort to look at you as he pulled over in the road and stopped the car.

"no!" you argued, shaking your head, "i'm not! how do you know that you're not the.. piece of meat, huh?"

he laughed. a haunting laugh that you had been hearing in your head the whole week.

then he went silent. his face fell, his hands fell of the steering wheel and onto his thighs. he sat back in his seat, staring out the dashboard window into the darkness that had consumed the october night.

"you're killin' me, (y/n)."

you let your shoulders drop.

"what?"

"i don't want to go to the game," billy declared, his voice much quieter than it was in his seemingly controlled fit of anger.

"what, you wanna yell at me more?"

"no. i don't know-" his voice suddenly rose to a shout, his head snapping to face you. the movement made you jump, swallow a thick cloud in your throat. "- what i want, okay? so if you could just shut the fuck up-" he slammed his palm down on the steering wheel, causing it to emit a loud, dull sound throughout the car that seemed to shake your body. you stole a shaky breath from the heavy air.

"let's just.. let's just talk," you apprehensively suggested, mousey and wide-eyed. billy ran his fingers through his curly hair. he shut his eyes, tightly.

"what the fuck is there to talk about?" he snarled. you fiddled with your fingers in your lap, suddenly losing that streak of bravery when confronting billy.

"your life? my life? i-.. if-.. let's get to know each other."

"god, that's lame. you're fuckin' lame."

you felt frozen in the leather seat, like he had spread out a thick glue and stole the sweat from your body. your chest was heavy, fingers seemingly stuck in a rigor mortis clench. but your jaw opened itself, like a venus fly trap luring an unsuspecting fly with a bitter sugar.

".. what's the necklace?"

billy stopped. his face turned white, a cold white. he flew away from you.

"it's none of your business," he snapped harshly.

your eyes darted from him, to the steering wheel, to your lap, anywhere in the car. they took their final resting place upon him, finding the sliver of skin where the pendant rested.

"i wanna get to know you," you whispered, shrugging your shoulders.

billy didn't further the conversation. just rapidly threw his hand onto the transmission and shoved it into drive, pressing down his foot firmly on the gas so quick you were kind of thrown around in your seat. you had to grab onto the console and the door handle to be able to settle yourself back into the leather before speaking again.

"billy- where the fuck are we going?" you urgently, but nervously, demanded.

you were met with nothing but silence and the engine of his car growling at you.

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there wasn't a word spoken in that goddamn camaro until the car let out its hum of sleep and fell into stillness. you were snapped out of some sort of trance billy had put you under, a trance of confusion and a sprinkle of fear.

billy threw his door open immediately after tugging the keys out. you followed him on your side, more frantic than his somehow cool composure. you knew he was anything but cool, probably pretty near boiling level by now. he was such an anomaly. he didn't make any sense to you. when you got out of the car, you saw him leaned against the hood of his camaro, big hands shoved in his front jean pockets. you stood by the car on your side, making sure to not make any sudden movements. you were way too scared to even touch his car, like it would catch on fire and dissolve billy into an ashy mess.

the air was cool, a breeze blew past you and swirled around billy, ruffling up his hair gently. you could smell the water, musty and earthy as it swished around and waved hello to you two. you could see stars and billy's car's lights reflect onto the water, anything but calm as the reflections distorted and twisted and stretched on the surface. you could hear the trees rustling as they danced with the breeze. it was calm. a lot more calm then billy's tension

"california," he finally spoke up, staring down at the ground as he crossed an ankle over the other.

"what?"

"california. i lived in california before i moved to this shit-hole."

you took a step closer to him, lighting a fuse that made his head turn to you. you saw a different emotion in his eyes, something you had never seen from him before. twinkling in the dark, a small spark distant from his irises.

all you could utter was, "oh."

"my dad- neil. he thought it would be good for his stupid fuckin' new chick and her kid. i thought that-" he swallowed, rough and hard and tobacco-tainted, "- that i could make this place mine."

"i hate it, (y/n). i hate it here."

you took another step towards him, the wind pushing you to him and coaxing you to investigate more. you couldn't speak. it was like you were watching a film play out and this was the final scene before the main character got his happy ending. but you knew that you weren't in that scene.

"you- have been driving me crazy," he conceded, his gaze returning to the abyss in front of him. "you.. and max, have been the things that i just.. can't win."

you chewed on your bottom lip, crossing your arms to hold your warmth and dignity to yourself.

"have you ever thought that.. maybe you haven't been trying?" you suggested. you took the final steps necessary to reach to the spot next to him, where you gently rested yourself upon the hood of his car.

"you're too fuckin' perfect. it makes me so mad," billy chortled darkly, a self-pitying laugh that made the night seem darker. "and you know what's the worst part? you're fucking boring."

your eyes glanced from side to side, searching for any words. all you could come up with was, "ouch."

you turned your head to look at him. his spine was curved where he was crossing his arms over his broad chest, his outline visible with the dim reflection of his headlights. his hair was a mess, out of place and frizzy from the moisture of the lake and the frustrated hair pulls.

"i dunno what to do," he said quietly, a small admission of hidden defeat.

"have you.." you cleared your throat to swallow down some of the fear bubbling in your stomach, ".. ever thought of.. not being such a dick to everyone?"

"cut the sass, alright?"

"i'm not being sassy," you dully argued, shifting your weight around in an attempt to make the situation a little more comfortable. you failed at that. "if you weren't so.. mean.. i would've happily gone out with you. you're pretty."

you saw billy's nostrils flare up. he stared off into space before his eyes clicked to look at yours, his head slowly following suit.

"pretty? really?" he threw back in a tone that more questioned if you were fucking with him, trying to emasculate him or something. but you weren't- he was just really pretty.

"mhm.. pretty," you mumbled. that was about as far as you were going to get with him. he still had a brick wall built up, made of hair-gel and muscle covered in thorns that pricked anyone who came too close.

in a swift movement, billy pushed himself off of his car, leaving you stranded in the darkness. he was about to march to the driver's seat and probably throw some sort of fit, but you straightened your knees and took a step forward in the chips of rocks.

"i'm serious, billy," you called out.

he had his hand on the door's lever, but stopped without pulling it towards him to open the car. his tongue poked in his cheek, sliding over to poke out to cover his bottom lip, shaking his head. "you are the devil, (y/n)."

"no," you said, taking another step towards him, swallowing down your dignity. this had to be some sort of trap he had laid out for you. "i just.. think there's more to you than all those.. abs and stuff."

"why are you being nice to me?" he asked, more irritated than anything.

you sucked in a breath and swallowed it down, in the process swallowing down your dignity. the breeze of the night must have possessed you, because before you knew it, you were closing the inches between you two and laying your hands on the collar of his opened polo. you grazed your eyes on the v of exposed skin before letting them walk, rather run, to his face. he was pretty. so pretty that you couldn't help but tug on the fabric, slowly, until the tip of your noses met. he just stared into you, blue eyes intoxicating you until you were out of your mind enough to close the gap and press your lips upon his.

you were kissing him. you were kissing billy hargrove and your head was completely empty. no synapse firings or rational thoughts were occurring to send a signal to your legs to run away and escape. maybe you were just falling into his trap, maybe it was pity or defeat, but when his hands came up to grip your waist tightly, you were spent. gone in the thin ring of ocean blue on his face. it was familiar, the hold he had on you and how he told you he would have you in a jiffy. it pained you to admit he was right. you just couldn’t help it, especially not when he moved to press you against the side of his camaro so he could deepen your kiss, lips battling with each other in a dissonant harmony that was somehow satisfying. but not satisfying enough to get you to stop.

“i-i wasn’t lying,” you stammered with a pant, as steady as you could be with billy expertly pecking at your bottom lip, trying to reignite another heavy kiss. “you really are pretty and-.. and-“

billy pulled himself off your lips, leaving not even an inch between your two heated faces. you could feel and smell his breath, the gum that he chewed and the words he spat to hide his emotions.

“and what?”

you stared up at him, smoothing your hand from his cheek and over his chest, fiddling with the fabric.

“h-hot? i don’t.. know..” you whispered, your eyes finding the silver pendant against his chest and locking onto it so you didn’t have to look at him. but you could feel billy’s signature smug grin grow on his face. you were immediately regretting the decision you didn’t make willingly, but you didn’t back out.

“you gonna get all shy on me?” he murmured, leaning down to force your chin back up with his nose. “c'mon, where did all of that high and mighty shit go?”

he began mouthing over your jaw, making sure to nip where your jaw met your ear. he noted the hitch in your breath by repeating his actions, this time pulling a tiny little squeaky hum from the back of your throat that didn't leave your lips.

"you were planning this, weren't you?" you gasped, leaning your head back without thinking just to let him wrap his tail around and around you until he suffocated you. he took it as an invitation to kiss and bite across the delicate skin of your neck, which he happily accepted.

"ohh, don't blame this on me, naughty girl," he muttered between bites. "but you're just too innocent and perfect for that, huh?"

you hummed a little, "mm-mmh," and shook your head. you didn't see yourself as innocent, per se, but billy wanted to grab the halo above your head that only he saw and rip it into pieces. you had a little tiny urge to prove him differently, lifting up your leg so it bent at the knee and rested on his hip. he caught it for you and gripped the skin under your thigh, letting it mold in his fingers. it brought you closer to him, particularly the pelvic region, which you realized when you felt a hard, thick bulge trapped under his jeans rubbing up against you. you gasped at it, hands jumping up to the back of his head, filled with long, blonde curly hair to lightly tug on it. he heard it, he felt it, and so he pressed up against you, lifted his hips up slightly so he could plant them back down between your legs, gritting his hard bulge between your jeans.

"jesus," he grumbled, sinking his teeth into a spot just above the crease where your collarbones met with your neck. he lingered there, placing his tongue on the target and began to lightly suck.

"mmh- billy, no marks-" you protested, shifting your hands to his chest to lightly shove him away. he didn't budge, simply slid one of his hands opposite to the side of your neck he was attacking, pressing it against you to press you further into his mercy.

he growled, a rumble bubbling in the base of his throat with a, "too bad."

you stopped pushing after a couple of seconds, the exact second a whine trailed from your lips and prompted a chuckle from billy when he sucked down, hard. it stung, a tiny bit, but god did it feel good for your skin to be violated like that. rough and unforgiving, teeth scraping on your jugular until he had decided there was a sufficient enough bruise to make you wear a turtleneck for the next week. you didn't notice how much you enjoyed it before you found yourself grinding against his pelvis, a friction that formed sparks and sent them flying up your nervous system.

"you've been thinking about this, haven't you?" billy whispered, removing his teeth from your skin and kissing up the underside of your chin, up the side of your jaw, kissing the corners of your lips as a finishing touch. "that pretty little head filled with nasty things, all the nasty stuff i would do to ya."

he hit every mark. you had been thinking about this since that damn party, rutting against his thigh lodged between your thighs like a dog. you didn't have to think about that, though, with the real thing pressed up against you and grinding at your clothed clit. you whimpered, pathetically and weakly. your eyes were pulled up to meet his, blue eyes corrupted by black pupils that tied you down in them until you broke.

"you want me, don't you, (y/n)?"

you nodded.

"say it," billy demanded.

you then shook your head. he twisted his wrist around so it fit the front of your throat, lightly grasping at it in his big palm. you felt his fingers dig in your waist, so hard you could feel his short nails pressing against your sweater.

"(y/n)," he murmured, sing-songy and mocking, "say it. i can leave you right here, shaking and fuckin' wet."

you whined again, trying to turn your head away from him, but he was quick to catch your chin, holding you in place so he could stare you down. he had this primal look in his eyes, all of the anger and curiosity and desire spilling from his eyes into you. his face was tight, relentless, pretty blue eyes corrupted with libido.

"i can easily drive you home, you know. let you say goodnight to mommy and daddy knowin' big bad billy got you all worked up."

you shook your head again, as much as you could with his hold on you. you could feel the small droplets of spit flying from his teeth and hitting your face, making you wince with each syllable. he was squeezing your chin now, enough to leave a dull pain.

"come on, tell me. say it. say it and i'll give you what you want," he mumbled, voice low but rising to a harsh whisper. "wanna hear you. wanna hear you admit that i won."

you did. you lost this. miserably. there was going to be no winning this game of chess you had going on, he already had your queen in his line of sight and was reaching out to steal it.

"i want you," you spat out. "i want you, billy."

a sickly sweet, sticky smile grew on billy’s face as he released his harsh grip on your chin.

“atta girl, there ya go. that wasn’t hard, was it?” he teased, pecking your lips lightly as a small reward. his hands met at your waist again, before making the short trail to the hem of your jeans. your eyes then snapped wide open, flying down to grab at his wrists and pull them away. he didn’t fight it, he wasn’t that terrible.

“i dont- i don’t wanna do..” your voice quieted to a secretive whisper, “.. it out here.”

billy was quick to reply with a solution. “my place. let me take you home.”

you paused, hesitant and fighting with yourself to resist him more. but you couldn’t. he was inching towards your queen piece that you had placed in front of him, laid out for him to grab his victory. you could just nod, too much in shock to say anything. your eyes were wide, bright in the dark night and illuminated billy’s sight.

“okay,” you quietly conceded. “alright. take me home.”

he lingered with you for just a second until he was turning around, finally opening his car door and climbing in the seat, leaving you completely isolated and feeling way too empty to be standing out in the dark without him. so you ran to the other side of the car, scrambling to get in the seat across from him. he didn’t even wait for you to sit fully before he was pulling the car in reverse and speeding out of the spot it was in. you two didn’t talk the entire road. you just had your eyes set on him as he disregarded most traffic laws. atleast he was watching the road. so much you don’t think he blinked once. it was intense and heavy and thick in that car. your lungs couldn’t catch enough oxygen and you felt a little fuzzy in the head, like you were walking in some sort of twisted dream.

when he pulled into his own driveway and shut off his car, he sat there for a second, breathing heavily and staring into the garage door. then he suddenly turned to you, grabbed your face and tugged you to him, mashing his lips against yours in an almost violent kiss. it was messy and very sloppy, your lip gloss smearing around your own lips as well as basically his entire face. you felt his tongue press against your bottom lip, filling your taste buds with the taste of him. your own hands found the bottom of his shirt, gripping the fabric in your fists to ground yourself to reality, or else you think you would’ve just floated away.

“lets- jeez,” you struggled to say, just barely pulling away from him. “let’s go inside.”

he tore himself away from your lips. your hair was a mess, cheeks rosy and lips bruised and swollen from his own. your eyes had this shimmer of want that drove billy fucking crazy, like he wanted to split you open. and to be frank, he was planning on it. a week of frustration towards you had been building and building and was spilling out in the form of sexual tension. billy nodded, for once not having anything to say as he climbed out of his car and waited for you to do the same. you mirrored him, stepping out of the vehicle and throwing the door shut. you inched your way towards the front of his car, where billy grabbed your wrist and began tugging you inside.

you barely had any time to comprehend his little house filled with the lingering smell of anger as he dragged you to his room. you just knew it was warm. but hot. and cold. all at the same time- something just wasn’t right about that damned house. it was completely put together- neat and tidy, but was so broken and torn apart. you were tripping over your feet, tripping over your mind as billy’s hand splayed over your wrist in his palm and he dragged you across the house. when you got in his room, it was exactly the way you expected. posters of random, half-naked women across the walls, a radio, blue sheets that were scrunching up to the side and left a silhouette of his body. it smelled exactly like him. cheap cologne, peppermint and smoke. you smelt it even more when he grabbed your hips and pressed his lips against your already bruising neck. he groaned softly into your neck, taking a big huff of your scent as he lifted up his foot to shut the door behind him. you were trapped now.

“nice room,” you snarked as sarcastically as you could be, breathlessly as you tangled a hand in his hair. you were still trying to hang onto that thread of control you had.

“watch the attitude." he grumbled roughly, pulling off of you to glare down at you. he cupped your chin in his hand, a glass teacup in his rough palm as he maneuvered you to be pinned to his door. “you gonna keep mouthing off to me?”

you hummed a no. in an instant, billy snapped that little thread you had in two.

what was the use in fighting it anymore? you wanted him. bad. the core between your thighs was aching, and your stomach felt tight. you were sweating, and you couldn't tell how much of it was from you, and how much of it was from billy's hot body pressed against you. he seemingly rewarded this endeavor of surrender, lifting up his leg to slot between your thighs with a strength that probably would've sent you flying into the ceiling if he wasn't gripping everywhere he could. you let out a whine, the double layer of jeans still didn't do much to stop the friction against your aching clit. he had returned to your neck by then, nipping and sucking, painting your neck with little red marks around a bruising spot from earlier. you rut against his thigh as much as you could, letting your jaw hang open and head loll back until it hit the door.

"billy-" you panted. to him, it sounded like you wanted to stop, so he reluctantly pulled back. you were gazing up at him, and you had these big, wide, innocent eyes and it made billy want to squeeze you until you popped.

"kiss me," you pleaded, grabbing at his shirt, "please?"

it made him grin. he had a pretty smile. the corners of his lips unsubtly curled upwards, pushing his cheeks up and creating a line that rainbowed over his way too perfect lips. he wasn't showing you his teeth, maybe he was scared that it would chase you off, but you didn't have enough time to question that fact before he was obliging to your request. he attacked your lips fervently, sliding his hand to grab your cheek, the pad of his thumb digging into the front end of your cheekbone. your hands were fisted in the bottom of his shirt, the bunching of which revealed the bottom of the toned golden skin of his abdomen. you let your hand snake from his abdomen to his oblique, just below his hip.

you felt the muscles tense up, his thigh lodge itself further in between the crevice of your legs. the kiss was anything but gentle. spit was swapped to the point of a thin stream of saliva dribbled down your chin. his teeth caught your bottom lip between them at one point, making a show of pulling it back until your lip retreated with a hard sting.

"you look.. so fuckin' sexy right now," he whispered. he kissed the corners of your lips before he took a step back, leaving you alone and leaning against the door, shaking and ready to electrocute anything from the amount of static swimming through your veins. he walked backwards until his knees hit his bed, plaid blue bedsheets stopping the back of his knees until he was sat down on top of them. his thighs spread, hands hanging over them as he stared at a very confused you in front of him.

you tried to take a step forward, but billy stopped you with a palm out and a ‘ah ah ah.’ your head tilted to the side, like a puppy that doesn’t understand a trick just yet.

“take ‘em off,” billy demanded, his eyebrows raising. “the jeans and that dumb little sweater.”

“i don’t-“

“take it off or i’ll do it for you. you can take off your own clothes like a big girl, right?” he mockingly asked, mirroring your head tilt.

you sucked in a hard breath, but your lungs couldn’t seem to be filled with enough air. you had to save it, as your shaky hands pushed yourself from the door to a standing position and then shadowed over your jean’s button. you kicked off your shoes and socked with your toes, kicking them to the side carelessly. you sucked your bottom lip, already bitten, between your teeth as you unbuttoned your jeans and shoved them down your hips. you shimmied your way out of them, embarrassingly losing your balance as you stepped out of them and tumbling around before you gained it again. but billy didn’t laugh at you like you expected him to, he just stared like he was watching a pretty bird through a piece of glass. shaky hands clutched the bottom of your sweater, tugging it off cautiously, as if a wrong move would set off some alarm. eventually you threw it to the side, leaving your arms free to cross over your chest. you saw his breath pick up, his chest heaving under the thin fabric of his polo. you stayed like this for a while, you shifting your weight awkwardly and billy staring at you, practically salivating.

“are you just gonna stare at me?” you grilled, pouting out your lips as you glared at him. your little pout dissipated, however, when billy shot you a warning scowl. it was a mean look, and it made you feel like you were getting smacked on the wrist for something.

“.. sorry.”

“you are such a brat, you know that?” billy griped, reaching out as far as he could to hook a hand on the underside of your knee, and another on your waist. he tugged you to him in a swift movement, settling you down to straddle his lap. you squealed at the abrupt force, grabbing onto his shoulders to find a balance. “you’d be so much hotter if you would just shut up.”

his palm inched away from your knee and to your backside, hovering over the exposed skin. “but you just needed some attention, huh? needed someone to take care of you.”

his words were heavy, deep and dark and made you feel so weak, so minuscule compared to him. you tried to tense your thighs together, but billy’s own legs stopped you from doing so, leaving you spread and open on top of him. he certainly l abused this power. the hand on your backside smoothed over your skin, trailing across your hips, finding itself between your legs. the fabric of your underwear were soaked, basically sticking to his fingers as he rubbed over it. he laughed darkly at the sensation, hearing you gasp out and grip his shoulders tightly.

“fuck, who could have possibly got you this hot and bothered?” he mused, meeting your widened eyes. you didn’t reply, you couldn’t. your words got stuck in your throat and came out as a prolonged mewl. you sank yourself down onto his fingers, and he gladly welcomed you, lodging the pads of his fingers between the valley created in your underwear. his demeanor was switching every five seconds, from charming and a condescending sweet, to just downright mean and degrading. he couldn’t decide if he wanted to make you pay, or take pity and give you everything you wanted from him.

“y-you did, billy,” you crooned, a needy tune that barely rose above a whisper. “never been with someone like you. i like it.”

billy gave you another grin, just the slightest hint of white teeth peeking through to reward you for the praise. he bit down on his tongue slightly before it poked out to wet his bottom lip, licking the remains of your lipgloss from it.

“you’re gonna be nice and use your manners for me, right?” he tested, bending his fingers slightly and angling them to find your clit between your two bodies. he knew he found it when you let out this little cute squeal that sent vibrations straight to his cock, straining against his already overly tight jeans.

“uh-huh, yes- sure,” you gasped, rising your body up to allow him more access. his fingertips dug into your bare waist, the slightest hint of nails visiting your skin. billy just watched you, watched how your face squeezed together when he hit a right spot, how your hips circled his fingers greedily.

“c-can this come off?” you requested, tugging at the hem of his polo. “please?”

there was no way billy was going to refuse you. he acted annoyed, pressing his lips out and rolling his eyes a bit, but he really, really liked it. his hand pulled itself away from you, making you plant yourself against the crotch of his jeans to compensate. he tugged off his shirt in one swift movement, throwing it behind you on the ground by some other dirty laundry he hadn’t picked up yet.

he was basically sculpted by the gods. something out of a porno or some shit. that time you watched rocky horror picture show, the entire movie you found yourself staring at rocky himself in his toned but brainless glory, how the sweat stuck to his skin and made the golden tan glow and accentuated every little crevice and muscle. you never thought you would see something like it in real life, but here billy hargrove was, with you perched on his lap whining, looking like some sort of sex god or whatever. his dirty blonde hair hung out over the large triangular muscle of his trapezius, curled and frizzy from the sweat and moisture. and god, his chest. you could see everything as his chest heaved, pecs the perfect size for your hand to hold onto for support. this was not pretty. this was some sort of sorcery.

you were staring at him for a long time, letting your eyes rake over every inch of skin he had. you found the little happy trail of hair inching to the button of his jeans, framed by your inner thighs and must’ve subconsciously squeezed them together, because billy let out a grunt as soon as you laid your eyes on them.

“can i touch you?” you asked, sliding your palms down his biceps and squeezing his forearm in one, the side of his hand in the other.

no one had ever asked him that before. it made him feel things in his stomach that he hadn’t ever contemplated before. it was weird. you thought he wasn’t replying because of what you didn’t say, so you made sure to add a small, needy,“please.”

“such a sweet thing,” billy mumbled, like it was a secret you weren’t allowed to hear. but you heard, and your cheeks flushed even further, as impossible as it was. but that feeling in his stomach grew and grew, some sort of gross fondness with your blush and pout- and he realized he needed to reestablish himself as the dominant one in this situation. he needed to hear you need him, beg for him.

so he lifted you up by the waist, manhandling you to be laying down on his bed with him sitting back on his knees. your legs were spread laying on top of his thighs, giving him a good and clear view of all of you. you had that deer caught in headlights look, lost and defenseless against him.

“ya act all tough, givin’ me sass. if only you saw how fuckin’ pathetic you look,” he growled. your hair fanned out under your head on his conveniently placed pillow. he decided then that blue was definitely your color, as you laid against his sheets, holding onto his forearms for dear life. he gathered your wrists in one hand, sliding them up your body as he lifted himself onto his knees, pushing himself forward until you were chest-to-chest. your knees were bent on either side of him, feet planted into the blue sheets to ground yourself. your wrists got pinned above your head, staying there when he released them because of the huffy whisper of, ‘leave ‘em there, sweetheart.’

you swallowed thick and hard as he moved down your body, latching his teeth onto the skin just above your breasts. you whined, wanting so badly to move your hands and grab onto his curly hair, but you also wanted so badly to please him. and you didn’t fucking know why, and it was infuriating, but god did you want his hand back on your cunt.

his hands cupped your breasts over your bra as he nipped at your chest, leaving them there just for a second before he was scooting down your body. your breath picked up, belly rising and falling rapidly as he found his way down it, seemingly biting and sucking at every ribcage until he was completely off the bed. his feet hit the floorboards as he pressed a less than gentle kiss just below your bellybutton, looking up at you through his eyelashes. your eyes were screwed shut, face clenched uncomfortably to not fall apart at the seams.

“look at me.” he barked suddenly, a sudden boom that made you flinch and eyes rapidly open. he smiled against your skin, you could feel his teeth dig into your belly, his tongue poke a dot of saliva down.

“please, can i touch you?“ you reiterated, your voice suddenly as whiney as it had ever been. you bucked your hips up, the cotton of your panties gently bump against his hard chest.

“no. hands to yourself.”

you frowned, pouted out your bottom lip and locked your eyes with his, trying to find peace within the oceans in his eyes. but they were darkened, muddy and clouded with a desire to ruin you.

he bit at your hipbone, keeping his eyes glued to yours, before his lips met the waistband of your cotton underwear. his hands replaced his lips on your hipbones with a bruising grip, keeping you pinned in place with not even a thought of movement. his sharp teeth latched onto the elastic, and you let out a pleading mewl, heels digging into his mattress. slowly, extremely slowly, his hands left your hips as his teeth pulled down your underwear from your body. the cotton slid down your thighs with him until it wrapped around your bent knees, where he just grabbed it and threw it away from you as he stood between your legs. and then you were just wearing a bra underneath him, eyes piercing into you with a need to devour you whole. you were sweating by this point, the salty liquid collecting on your collarbones and forehead.

“jesus fucking christ, (y/n),” he laughed. “thought you hated me, huh? gonna soak my sheets.”

you frowned, whimpering, “m’sorry.”

“oh, don’t worry. you’ll make it up to me.”

he clicked his tongue, shook his head with a quite scary smirk before diving it between your thighs, grabbing a mouthful of your inner thigh and sucked, hard. you mewled, nails digging into your palms with a dedication to follow his instructions. he hooked his palms under your thighs to hold you in place and tug him closer to you, impossible to escape as he inched his way closer to the center of your thighs. but he never got close enough; just kissed, licked and but his way up, down and around where you obviously wanted him most. every time he got close you ran your hips up to try and meet him, but then he retreated back all the way up to your knee. it got to where you winced every time his teeth scraped the soft skin from how irritated it was from his teeth. you were whining, whimpering but not saying anything out of fear that he would stop all together. at one point he got real close to the gummy, wet lips, just to where the color starts to shift, and just lingered there, staring up at you and gripping your sides to keep you from moving. he caught the thick skin between his teeth, and that was about your breaking point. you were aching, swollen clit so neglected it hurt sitting out there in the open.

“fuck, please billy-!” you cried out, stomach lifting up off the bed desperately, chasing anything you could get. “need it so bad, please..”

“quit whining.”

he said that, but that was exactly what he was waiting for. he was planning on taking his time with you, testing your limit with him, intoxicating you until he broke into your head. he was enjoying your dependency. the past week you had been leaving him high and dry by doing nothing. other girls had been wearing shorter skirts, wearing more makeup than they ever had, just to get his attention- and that was all fine and dandy. but you had been wearing the same high waisted, loose jeans and a sweater or a t-shirt that left everything to imagination. and for some reason, just seeing you had dirty thoughts that would make a priest saint running in his head. and he didn’t know why. he just knew it made him fucking furious. he had already hooked up with half of a whole lunch table, and every time, he thought of you. thought of the pretty noises you would make just for him, begging for his touch after neglecting him of yours. but he had to keep acting like you were just another body to him. a very, very good looking body that wouldn’t be able to leave his head, sure, but just a body to use anyways. but when you said that word please, looking like you were about to cry and asked for absolutely anything, he could have sworn he came in his jeans right there.

“please, please, i’ll be good! just want you to touch me.”

he huffed out a snicker. going to be the death of him.

billy decided to spare you. he moved his opposite palm, stuck out his thumb and lightly, ever so lightly, set the firm pad of his thumb on the top of your clit. but you got ahead of yourself, got too excited with the progress of stimulation and rut your core up to rub the slick little bundle of nerves against his thumb more.

“hey,” he snapped, not hesitating to retract his hand all together. “you are gonna take what i give you, when i give you it. stop being fuckin’ greedy.”

“m’sorry, m’sorry!” you pleaded, planting your hips back down and squeezing your eyes shut. “just felt good-“

“thought you were gonna be good, huh?” he mocked, shaking his head as his tongue poked out in his cheek. “couldn’t wait a couple seconds, that fucking pathetic.”

“please, lemme try again- promise, i’ll be good!”

he pointed a finger at you, raising his mean eyebrows warningly. “you move again, i’m not giving you anything.”

“but-“

“s’not my problem, brat,” billy spat. “look at me and watch.”

too scared to be deprived of anything else, you obeyed mindlessly, gulping down a ball of spit that had been collecting in your open mouth as you opened your eyes and met his. you were shaking, thighs tense and unsteady around his face. your abs, arms, every muscle in your body clenched up when billy’s thumb returned against the hardened bud, his other fingers joining it to dig into one lip to spread you open. his knuckle rested in your slick slit, the smooth membrane welcoming him with a nasty, wet sound. you twitched, praying that everything moved except where billy was now rubbing slow circles. he didn’t seem to care about that. you hissed, letting out a loud “ah!” every movement he made felt like a full on sex toy you saw in a magazine every once in a while. it was overwhelming. the simple, slow rhythm consumed you, your jaw hanging open slightly.

“hng- s’good,” you panted. “more, please? please.”

billy rolled his eyes, scoffed at you a bit, but obliged, picking up the pace to a steady jog. his pointer finger began wandering down, sliding in the slickness of your cunt until he found the ring of muscle begging for something to lodge itself in it.

“fuck,” he groaned. he could smell your sweet arousal, how bad you needed him. his eyes snapped up to yours.

you got the memo, nodded eagerly. slowly, curiously, the tip of his pointer finger slid inside you, just enough to worm around and explore. you panted erratically, walls sucking his finger in. he wandered in further, steadily and slowly sliding his finger in you until your entrance halted at his knuckle.

“ah! f-fuck, thank you-“

his eyes left yours, instead raking down your body to find your hole. he swallowed down his breath. you were dripping onto his hand, swollen lips smacking and emitting wet sounds every time he moved his finger around.

“fuck, (y/n),” he groaned breathily, beginning to pump his finger in and out in a small pattern, matching his thumb to the pace. billy had never heard such sweet sounds from such a vulgar practice, in all the times he had fingered a girl at the very spot you were in. whines and gasps and little mewls that threatened to turn into moans.

however, he must have decided that you just weren’t wet enough still.

before you even realized it, his lips had wrapped around your clit, sucking and raking his tongue around and around. his pointer remained at its same pace, but was quickly joined with his middle finger, scissoring and stretching the tight ring. you let out a pathetic moan, the sound he had been anticipating. and you just couldn’t help it, it was all too much, and your own hands shot from above your head to tangling in his hair.

billy grunted into your slit, licking a stripe up from where his fingers spread you apart until he lifted his head up to look at you. very angrily. the creases on his forehead deepened, jaw clenched.

“didn’t i fuckin’ tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” he growled, halting his fingers plunged into you.

you pouted, a full on pout with big doe eyes and a pushed up chin, your eyebrows meeting high up on your face. you nodded slowly, trying to quickly choose your words wisely.

“h-hold them, please?” you strangled out, releasing his hair from your fist and laying them over your stomach. his jaw set as he shook his head with a cocky, sharp simper.

yet, he still wrangled up your wrists in his grip, keeping them pinned at your belly as he dove back into you. the action didn’t seem to phase him all that much. and it didn’t. he was flattered that you needed to hold onto him, but he had to keep the act up. it was getting hard, too. you were fucking adorable with that needy pout, saying please with every sentence. he was also getting very hard. like, painful hard. he was straining against his jeans, thick, hot blood causing a horrible tension.

but you didn’t have any affect over him, obviously.

his tongue continued with its attack, lapping between your folds ferociously, spit and your juices sloppily dripping down his chin and wetting the ghost of hair above his upper lip. his fingers sped up, erratic and merciless. he was chasing something. your eyes, as hard as you tried to keep them open, rolled to the back of your head as they followed the stars and sparks flying around your head. painted pink nails dug into the back of billy’s hand. your moans got louder and louder, frenzied. you almost sounded pained, but it was the complete opposite. it felt so good to be full, you felt full enough that there was a weight in your lower belly, like an endless black hole that kept sucking your senses in.

billy felt your walls tighten around his fingers, making him work harder to keep the pace he wanted. every little sound you made pushed more blood to his hungry cock- he would definitely have to take his underwear off without you seeing the wet patch staining his white briefs. a smile tugged at his lips as they sucked at your clit ruthlessly. you were tensing up so much billy thought you would have exploded. his grip on your wrists loosened up just a tad, enough to wiggle his hand around to grab at one of your palms so you could squeeze it as much as you needed.

but you didn’t have any affect on him.

“billy- billy, m’gonna cum-“ you cried, those words becoming a chant as the weight sank further into your gut. there was a fluttering feeling throughout your body, shockwaves gripping at every nerve and muscle. your mouth hung open wide, your breath getting faster and faster until-

it all disappeared. your vision went white for a while, stars disappearing from your sky as the coil in your stomach slowly uncoiled itself in a very unsatisfying resolution. you felt empty, walls contracting around nothing. his fingers were gone, tongue gone from your slit.

when your vision and partial sanity returned, you came to billy, standing between your legs, sucking off his pointer and middle finger. you were heaving, breathing staggered and noisy like there was a giant cotton ball in your chest. slowly, he removed his fingers from his lips, the same perfect lips that had just been pleasuring you like it was the last thing on earth he would do. his thumb, that same fucking thumb that teased you, wiped your juices off his upper lip and onto a flat tongue.

you felt like you wanted to cry.

“oh, what happened?” billy taunted, hands reaching for his belt and undoing it, making a long show of sliding it out of his jean loops. “did you wanna cum?”

“yes! yes, i did!” you sobbed out, tugging your hands out of his grip grumpily.

“poor baby,” he graveled cruelly, grabbing one of your hands to place a wet kiss on the back of it just to rub it in that your wet arousal was just sucked into his mouth. you sat yourself up, arms crossing loosely over your stomach as you sulked. “you must just hate me.”

you glowered at him, looking to billy like he just took a toy away from a puppy. but your ears perked up when you saw him unbutton his jeans, shove them down his heavy thighs. unsurprisingly, there was a thick, long tent begging to escape from the white fabric doing him no justice. and just as he didn’t want you to see, his pre-cum had left a small splotch of darkened, damp white just where his thick tip was.

your eyes were the size of the moon at it. you stared, rudely abusing the privilege he was giving you. you gulped.

“i wanna- can- can i-“ you stammered, scooting your way closer to the edge of the bed.

“can you what? speak up.”

“can i touch.. it? you?”

he scoffed, laughed maliciously.

“go for it.”

you bit your bottom lip rather roughly. you cautiously reached out, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his tighty whities to pull them down eagerly. his cock sprung out excitedly, stealing your oxygen away in the process. he was big. like, really big and it really wasn’t fair. thicker than it was long, slightly curved up, his big tip tapping his toned stomach. there was already white heading at the small slit in the oversized head, contrasting the angry red that covered his girth. you could see the veins popping out as they ran up his cock, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue up each and every inch. but you yourself were way too desperate. you watched as he reached over to his nightstand, grabbing one of those aluminum squares. he was quick to open it, pull the condom out and stretch it snugly over his cock.

“you scared? think it’s not gonna fit?” he purred, reaching out to card his fingers through your hair to angle your flushed face up to him. you shook your head, offering him a tiny, excited grin. you wrapped a hand around the thick base, immediately coaxing a prolonged groan from his pretty lips. his head tilted back, which encouraged you to slide your hand up and down at a very slow pace- testing your waters. he cursed loudly, grunting your name as he tugged at your scalp lightly.

“you want it, don’t you?”

you nodded rapidly.

“say it.”

you pursed your lips, keeping your pride down in your stomach.

“i want it, billy.”

“ohhh, come on, you can do better than that,” he sarcastically encouraged, tightening a fist in your hair as your own fist stroked his cock at a steady pace. you frowned, shoulders dropping. your face clenched up for a second, releasing all of that stupid old dignity stuff.

“please, billy- i want you to.. fuck me. please,” you whimpered up at him. “need you so bad. you’re so big, need it in me-“

how could he say no to that?

“atta girl,” he grinned. in a swift movement, you returned back to your original position. you laying down on his bed, legs spread and bridged over his thighs, but this time, his thirsty cock pressed in between your folds. billy’s fist pumped himself a couple times, spitting out curses and growls. his cheeks pressed up against his eyes and made them squint up. you felt the smooth head press up against your entrance, slicking itself up in your juices.

“please, please, please,” you chanted quietly, clutching his sheets in your hands and scooting yourself closer to his cock. billy held his breath as he pressed into you, thickness splitting you open with the slightest taste of pain. your mouth went slack, stuck in a soundless moan as you gently writhed, walls swallowing every inch he slowly gave you.

“give it to me, sweet girl, give it to me,” he breathlessly huffed, stuffing you full at a painful speed.

“take it, take it- it’s yours,” you moaned, back arching up. your pelvises finally met eachother when the curly collection of hair surrounding his cock hit your skin. you felt so full, so warm. you both moaned in unison, yours far more whiney than his. he muttered something about taking him so well, being so good, simultaneously rolling his hips expertly to plunge his cock into you.

you cried out at the intrusion, how you stretched tight around him. he didn’t give you any time to adjust, immediately beginning to thrust into your needy cunt at a pace that aimed to please him most. your moans nearly turned into yelps and shouts, babbling curses mixed with his cursed name.

“f-fuck, fuck,” billy stammered, his words coming out as a sick laugh as he watched you suck his cock into your sweet core every time he pulled out to slam back in. it wasn’t a quick pace, just deep and rough and enough to make you reconsider the existence of god. he grabbed at your sides to push you down onto his cock counter to his jackhammers into you. his tongue stuck out and rested against his bottom lip in concentration. you weren’t talking, both in your own worlds with swearing god to hell and moaning the others name. the rest of the space was filled with his heavy balls slapping against you every time his hips struck down into you and the ugly squelching your cunt sounded around him.

“god- billy!” you yelped. “so, so good- feels so good-!”

he sped up with every minute, eventually rising to a bruising pace that would imprint the art of his thick cock onto the walls of your pussy. he was grunting, spit flying from his lips. the veins in his forearms were pulsing as they flexed when he worked you into a rhythm, using your body to stroke his cock over and over again. that coil was there again in your belly, warm and uncomfortable and pressuring you to relieve it.

he slowed down for a minute, just so he could bend over and lay his forehead on your collarbone, lifting up your hips just so he could reach the deepest possible angle he could. he hit the rough, folded patch in your cunt with every stroke and sent a spark straight to the hot fire building up. the sounds you were making were on par to sobbing, now right in billy’s ears. he looked like he was just taking a rest for a second, but you knew that he was staring down between your thighs, watching his cock ruin your hole in ways it had never been ruined before. and you both knew that it wouldn’t be ruined like this by anyone else. his hips rolled into yours, bruising your pelvic bone and you couldn’t help but push against him.

“fuck, just made for me,” billy purred against your collarbone, too distracted by the view to reprimand you for grabbing onto his back, his shoulders, anywhere you could reach with your nails. he was fine with some battle marks, anyways. your moans and whines never ceased, but his quieted down to heavy breaths that fanned over your skin and left goosebumps anywhere it could reach.

“wanna cum, wanna cum so bad. all for you,” you beckoned, a hand tangling in his hair freely. you got away with it, too, he just let you tug at his hair. one particularly hard tug left him moaning himself under his breath; you took a note of that.

billy sucked in an especially hard breath before returning to his brutal pace, thighs slapping against yours and the disgusting sounds returning to his warm room. the thread was getting tighter and tighter, and it was so, so ready to snap. he knew it, he could tell how your pussy fluttered around him and your thighs clenched around his hips. he just sped up, finding a pace that erupted the most sounds from you and then stuck to it. you writhed and jerked below him, clawing at his shoulder and tugging at his curls. sweat was everywhere, in your palms, glistening on his back and streaming down his forehead. the inner fat of your thighs were soaked by now, slippery as his skin slapped against them. your back lifted so far up it hurt, you knew you would be sore.

“gonna make me- fuck, gonna make me cum, (y/n).” he found your shoulder, bit down roughly. he wasn’t lying.

“please, please, need it-“

he lifted you up ever so slightly just to ram himself into your g-spot repeatedly, making you feel like a hundred pounds of feathers were fallen onto your gut. he kept thrusting and thrusting, hard and at the perfect pace. every time his balls smacked against your ass it just added to the weight in your belly, until it just became too much and you couldn’t control it. with a couple more thrusts, you were clenching around him, so tight billy could have sworn you grew some erotic superpower. you went quiet, before the loudest, most delicious moan spewed from your lips. your entire body shook, vibrated, as you continued to cry out. it was long and hard and hit you like billy’s camaro crashed into you at 100 miles per hour. but it was good. so, so good. addictive. you just dissolved into the pleasure, melted into his wetted sheets. it came in unkind waves, each one sending you into a new planet with your eyes rolled back far into your brain. and still, all you saw was billy. he captured a moan in his own mouth as he pressed his lips against yours in a lazy, careless kiss that could barely classify as that. it was just gross and messy, exchanging spit and swears and moans.

your clenching cunt coaxed billy’s own orgasm, a huffy and vicious moan coming out from his lips straight into your ear and made you feel like you came again. he thrusted into you as roughly as he could for a chain of pumps, until he stopped at the deepest point he could, fingers digging into your waist. he filled the condom to the brim, you could feel it weighing in you and it coaxed a sob from you.

“fuck! shit, (y/n)!” he exclaimed deeply, heaving and panting as he started up again, slowly and gently as he rode out his own orgasm. you went limp underneath him, holding onto him with your zero remaining strength. he slowed down to another stop, taking his sweet time pulling out of you, leaving you gaping and ruined.

you both were slowly returning to earth, panting and heaving harshly. your hands slid away from him, legs falling into the mattress as you molded into the mattress. he slid himself off of you, collapsing right next to you on the mattress with a dreamy look on his face.

but soon, both of your faces fell, as you returned back to earth and the oxygen got back to your brains. a dreadful, horrible thought and realization possessed both of you and forced both of your breathing to cease to exist.

what were you getting yourselves into?

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California Girls - Billy Hargrove X Female Reader

Title: California Girls

Billy Hargrove X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Billy's dad (Mentioned) and Reader's parents (Mentioned)

WC: 939

Warnings: Slight angst, Billy's moving away, slight suggestiveness, and sad with a happy ending

"So, you're moving? In the middle of the school year, to Indiana?" You asked surprised, your heart plummeting.

Billy nodded, as he raked his hand through his hair. "Yeah..." He sighed.

"I hate your dad. He literally took everything away from you, and now, he's taking you away from Cali and the beach!" You spoke angrily, your hands formed into tight fists.

"And you..." Billy mumbled, quietly, causing you to look up at him.

Your hardened expression softened and you sadly frowned. You didn't want Billy to leave you. You've known him your whole life. He was your best friend and boyfriend. You didn't know if you could stand not being with Billy 24/7.

"Yeah, but you'll call me, right? Or send me letters? As far as I know, I'm not moving." You asked, smiling sadly.

Billy shrugged before speaking, "My dad's been tracking my calls somehow. So, I'll send you letters when I can." His voice sounded so sad as he spoke, taking out his lighter and a cigarette.

You sighed, taking the cigarette from his lips, and throwing it in your trash bin.

"Please, try and quit, for me." You begged, and Billy nodded and put his lighter away.

"Hey..." You spoke softly, gently brushing your fingers across his cheek.

He looked at you sadly, eyes brimming with tears.

"We'll always have the beach, Billy." You couldn't help the tears that escaped your eyes.

"What do we do?" You whispered, looking down at your lavender bed sheets.

Billy wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "We'll find a way." He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You smiled and snuggled closer to Billy. "I love you." You whispered before drifting off to sleep.

"Love you too."

~~~

The next day was weird. It felt like your world had come to a screeching halt. When you woke up, Billy was gone, in his place was one of his shirts. Quickly picking it up and holding it close to you, you breathed in his smoke and cologne scent. You sighed before going into your closet to get ready for the day. But, that's when you noticed one of your favorite shirts was missing, and you smiled knowing who the culprit was.

But, you knew Billy was gone, probably almost in Indiana by now. And, you knew it was going to be a very tough time without him. But, that was also when you came up with a marvelous idea. Probably the best one you've had yet.

~~~

Nervously, you waited by Billy's car and watched the school doors impatiently. It had been four months since Billy had left, and you've been saving up ever since then to fly yourself over to see him, staying at a nearby motel a town over. Somehow, you were able to skip school for a week, making up the excuse that you had a family emergency. Your parents wouldn't even care, they were out of the country for the month.

The bell rang, and then he stormed out, leather jacket and all. A small horde of girls followed behind. It was normal, it used to happen a bit back at your school too. It was quite annoying honestly when Billy had first left, people started rumors. They were saying Billy moved because you were too clingy or whatever. It ticked you off. But, after a while, the rumors simmered down, at least for the most part.

Turning his head away from the giggling and flirtatious ladies, Billy's smirk disappeared once he saw you. Leaning on his car, arms crossed. Speed walking over, a small smirk returned to his face. Cornering you between himself and his car, Billy placed his hand on the roof of the car beside your head.

"Hello, William."

He cringed hearing his full name, glancing away for a moment.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart. Do you know how hard it was not to run up to you and kiss you? Sadly, I have a new reputation to uphold." Billy smiled proudly.

"Uh-huh, some rep you have. Heard around that you are quite the ladies' man around here. I see the way the girls look at you... Or specifically, a part of you."

You replied, rolling your eyes, before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"They mean nothing, beautiful. You're it for me." He smirked, leaning down slightly.

Oh, how you missed his voice. Him... In general.

"You always know what to say." You sighed, dreamily.

Billy smirked, "Don't I always?"

He kissed you passionately, before pulling away, looking down at you with his sea blue eyes. You blushed, biting your lip.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me 'William', Miss California." He finally joked, leaning to rest his forehead against yours.

"Well..." You began softly, "I think I get a pass, don't you think? I missed you."

Billy chuckled lightly, "It's fine, I miss you too." Kissing your forehead before speaking again. "How long are you staying?"

"A week," You sighed, "I'm staying at a motel a town over."

At that Billy frowned, "Well, I can't have you staying there all by yourself. If I could, you would be staying with me."

You smiled sadly, "Yeah, but we know how much your dad hates me."

Billy hummed, "That's why I'll be staying with you."

You looked up at him with wide eyes, "But, you dad..."

Billy scoffed, shaking his head. "Screw my dad, I haven't seen my girl in forever. I'm staying with you for as long as I can."

You smiled, "Then let's get to the motel, shall we?" You grabbed his hand and led him towards the car.

[billyhargrovesslut]

Mentally Cheating

Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summary: being with Steve has its ups and downs but the way Billy's been looking at you has stirred a new feeling inside you.

Warning: smoking, cheating, self-conscious

thoughts, +size reader, bullying

F/c = favorite color

Yn pov

The sun has been blaring down for a few days now and it's taken quite some time to actually convince myself to go to the public pool I normally wasn't the self-conscious type it only started a few months ago when Steve commented on my dietary while on a date

It kinda wasn't only that since I've been dating Steve the girls at my school would laugh and stare while whispering to their friends and Steve just says I'm just being dramatic and over thinking things before leaving me alone in the hallway to join up with Nancy for a 'project'

I knew something was happening between them but I could never get the courage to actually confront him maybe he is right and I do need to start cutting back on food, I groaned as I tried on my third bikini but my tummy pooled out a little I quickly changed out of my costume and walked over to my closet trying to find a different costume

I dug and scratched till I found one of my nice one piece it was f/c with a zip on my chest from the neck to the belly button the fabric was soft to the touch and kinda gleamed in the sun light I rushed to put it on and threw on a pair of black shorts before heading out to my car

I tapped my steering wheel to the rhythm of the soft tones that played over the radio as I pulled into the parking and luckily there was I nice shaded spot under a tree near the entrance I quickly made my way paying the entrance fee and sighed out a breath of contentment

The pool wasn't as packed as usual so a few chairs were left unused I walked over to one by the far corner and set my stuff down before sitting in the chair I closed my eyes and leaned my head back 'maybe this wasn't so bad' all I could hear was a few children splashing in the water while a few adults talk just a bit aways from me but then I heard it the giggling the same exact giggling I hear everyday of school

I didn’t open my eyes just praying for them to leave me alone but they didn't "I didn't know they allowed pigs in here" one mocked happily "maybe to eat all they tras" another tried to speak but was cut off "the only thing we don't allow in here are sluts and bullys so I think it's best you leave" I opened my eyes looking towards my savior

My eyes widen at who it was, billy hargrove in his full glory his uniformed shorts pulled dangerous low showing off his v-line while his 6-pack glistened from a thin layer of sweat the girls groaned before leaving "thank you" I mumbled as a blush rose to my cheeks it wasn't really the first time he saved me it seems he's a better knight in shining armor then steve

"No problem, your yn right, im billy, billy hargrove" he smiled, my eyes widened as I never really introduced myself it was normally a quick thank you before rushing off to class "yes that's me we have chemistry together well also maths, english" i quickly shut my mouth as I droned on "sorry" I squeaked looking away from him, he just shook his head while smiling

"Don't be I mean how could I forget a beautiful face like yours" he laughed as he took a seat across from mine my cheeks turned a bright red making his grin turn into a smirk as he stared at me I finally looked back at him gazing into his eyes as he did mine the way he stared at me caused me to have butterflies and my heart skip a beat

"Maybe billy is my knight in shining armor or am I just mentally cheating".

(Should I make a smutty part two?)

[hauerhoetime]

Headcanons

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: the headcanons that I mentioned having but no one asked for lmao. I just like em so I thought I'd share. Also if any of yall like this and want me to write a fic for him.....it wont take much persuasion I'll say that much 👀

- I saw someone say he was an avid reader (I feel so bad I didn't save who it was for credit I'm so sorry) but I latched onto that and now I'm just thinking about him reading silently with his partner if they also liked to read.

- Expanding on that last one if he did have a partner that liked to read hed read the books they are reading to be able to talk about it with them.

- I feel like hed buy his partners favorite flowers for them once in a while. Not like a massive bouquet but like 3-4 flowers. He wouldnt like say much hed just hand em over and that's it.

- He wouldnt like go out of his way to verbally be vulnerable or open but if you gently asked questions hed give short answers or shake/nod his head and you can begin to peice things together like that.

- Hed make fun of your music taste but then hed buy 1 or 2 of your favorite albums to listen to when you arent around.

- He would drive you everywhere if you didnt drive. Doesn't matter if you are going literally a block from your house. He is driving you. No there is no getting out of him driving you.

- Loves when you wear a ring of his. If they dont fit your fingers he will let you take one and put it on a chain as a necklace. He will see that ring on your hand or around your neck and eat that shit up.

- Will 110% consider you the best thing that's happened to him. He has had a shit home life, no real friends, and people only flirting with him bc hes hot and not because of his personality for his entire life and then here comes you. You actually care about him and you treat him better than anyone ever has. You are the best thing to happen to him that's just an objective fact.

[strangerthings-fan-fiction]

Camping With Billy Headcanons

You were taken by complete surprise when Billy actually seemed excited at your proposal for camping

The both of you had packed up everything you needed

plus some beers, at Billy's request

You knew it was going to be a fun trip as Billy drove the two of you towards the campsite

You were looking out the window at all the green, lush plants

Billy had one hand on the wheel and the other holding your own hand

Once the two of you got to the campsite the tent was pitched, the wood for the campfire had been found, and the two of you were simply relaxing in the sun

It turned out Billy didn't just enjoy the idea of camping, he was a natural at the whole thing

He noticed your surprised stares and finally asked exactly what it was you were staring at

"What's with the looks, baby?"

"I just... didn't expect you to be so, you know, woodsy or whatever."

"What? Why not?"

"It must be the perfectly quaffed hair."

After your teasing he threatened to throw you in the lake, even going as far as throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you all the way to the rocky beach

Of course, once you two had gotten to the edge of the cold water he simply set you down, laughing at all your yelping

Instead of putting you in the lake he showed you how to skip stones

You didn't notice when he slipped one of the rocks into his pocket as a memento of the trip

At night Billy had started the campfire up

You were staying warm by the fire and looking at the stars when Billy sat beside you with a handful of pinecones

"What's with all those?"

"Check it out."

That was all the explanation he gave you before chucking a pinecone into the fire, and the fire popped loudly

At first you jumped, earning a snicker from Billy, but after that you joined in the chucking of pinecones into the fires

You had no idea how late the two of you stayed up laughing, searching for pinecones in the dark, tossing them into the fire, and just enjoying each other's company into the late hours under the stars

[toomanybandstocare]

{Cherry Pie, Warrant}

Program: Summer's coming to an end with the Hawkins town fair under way. While every typical couple seems to be excited about the ferries wheel or the tunnel of terror, you and Billy have your eyes set on the demolition derby. Adrenaline and pride course through veins watching Billy in his element- even if it scares the shit out of you.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff/Suggestive (IDK it's a demo derby, it's gonna be messy but I think it's cute)

Warnings: Couple of swears, pet name (baby), blood, car collisions, steamy make out session, suggestive themes at the end

Length: 1411w

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Crushing metal spurs the animated crowd and excited announcers to roar to life. The heavy summer evening heat amplifies the sweltering stadium lights shining down on the sandy terrain. Cars revving and out maneuvering each other send a dust cloud in their wake. Fans cheer and curse at the junker car collisions. The echoes of microphone feedback and engine hums ring in the final night of the Hawkins Fair Demolition Derby. Buzzing apprehension jumps from person to person as they sit on the edge of their seats, waiting to crown their tournament winner.

Gripping onto the wire fencing that separates the arena from the crowd stands, your eyes never leave Billy’s car. A flush washes over you and heat tingles in your cheeks everytime you catch sight of Billy's calculating eyes and cocky smirk. His hair flies wild as sweat glistens, highlighting the animalistic expression on his face- ready to go for the final strike against his prey. During moments where the cars circle each other, Billy scouts the screaming crowd in search of you to shoot you a wink. There’s not a doubt in either of your minds who’s going to reign champion tonight.

Turning to refocus his confident gaze, Billy’s eyes widen as the familiar rush of adrenaline is overpowered by the oncoming whiz of his rival. They must have noticed Billy’s looks to this side of the crowd, knowing that someone important was waiting on just the other side of the makeshift barrier. Billy’s left side slams into the door of the car as his opponent t-bones the passenger side and keeps burning rubber, pushing his car into the barrier’s cement foundation. The smell of iron and exhaust invades his system and shoots a dizzying strike to his stomach. The wire fence’s clashing vibrates with the scorching pain throbbing in his skull.

Blinking to clear his dazed vision and taking deep breaths, Billy’s blood boils and rushes through him in a blaze. Anger deafens the crowd’s growing boom. A guttural growl reverberates his bones and pushes past his gritted teeth.

“Billy! Fuck’s sake, Billy snap out of it. Wake the hell up, now. Or they’re gonna pull you out.”

Whipping his head to look out the side window, Billy’s burning eyes fall onto your slightly shaking form: “You alright?” If so much as a hair is out of place on you, the last semblance of control he has is going out the fucking window. Even if his opponent only thought about using you as a weapon against him. Gripping onto the wheel with white knuckles, Billy locks onto your own trembling and raw hands. Before you can even respond, Billy barks, “They’re fuckin’ dead”. Slamming on the gas and turning back to the front window, Billy’s once cocky expression hardens. Rage pricks every nerve in his body and sends him into action, acting on pure instinct and wrath. He’s done playing. Nothing’s going to hold him back from teaching this son of a bitch a lesson and dragging their ass to hell. Victory is only second best to revenge.

Your heart tries to break free of its cage, racing from being on the opposite side of the collision’s impact as well as screaming in concern for Billy. Droplets of blood sprayed from his head wound mix with your own from not jumping away from the fence fast enough. You count your lucky stars with teary eyes that you managed only scraped knuckles and anxiety zapping in your body. Nothing too serious you think, as your knees wobble and brace against the crumbling concrete of the barrier section.

Irritated by the dust, tears burn your eyes as you watch Billy attack his rival with a sadistic determination. The clanging metal fence holds you up when your knees buckle and stomach plummets as Billy’s car rams into the other vehicle. The cuts on your fingers bubble with blood from your tight grip when he backs his car away from the other and waits a moment. Before he skids in a sand cloud, hurling forward once again. Gasping to ease your burning lungs, you yell in encouragement as Billy lands a fatal blow to the hood of the other car.

10. Light headed dizziness makes your mind fuzzy as the announcers begin the final countdown.

9. The crowd jeers and joins to magnify the count. 

8. Billy’s car stares down his rival’s smoldering remains. 

7. He revs the engine in predatory patience.

6. Tires occasionally spit dirt against the crumbled hull of defeat.

5. The tang of iron kisses your tongue from biting your lip so hard.

4. Triumph tingles through your body as the staff pull the other driver away from his car.

3. Wild cries and waves of excitement flood the stadium.

2. Billy focuses on your buzzing figure and beckons you with a gesture of his finger.

1. His adoring subjects spring to crown King Hargrove, the Ruthless.

Pushing through the rushing spectators, you slip past the staff at the drivers and pit crew entrance. Pumping your legs and kicking up sand into the faces of chasing crew members, you shout, “Billy,” as his body leaps out of the driver’s window. A new high fuels you when his radiant smile grows at your nearing form.

“C’mere, baby. Gotta show you off too”. The victor catches you in his outstretched arms, still twitching from the endorphin rush of a spectacular win. Leading you over to the car, Billy slips into the driver’s seat through the crumpled window frame. His hand soars out to grab your arm and stop you from moving to the passenger side. “Not safe from the crash, s’ completely jammed. Hop on here, baby,” he pats the frame and chuckles, “I’ll hold you nice and tight”. Billy’s smirk grows as your expression warms in bashfulness. “Don’t have a lot of time to waste if you want to join the victory lap, unless you want some carnie to carry you away”.

Tearing your gaze away from his searing look, you see a staff member closing in. Quickly swinging your legs into the vehicle, you feel sparks spreading from Billy’s touch when he wraps his left arm to secure in place. Once you’re situated sitting out the window, Billy’s strong squeeze spurs more flames. “Hold on!” One arm holding onto the headrest inside, you wave the other in conquest as Billy takes a few laps around the arena. Feeding off the crowd’s chanting worship.

Wind nips at your skin as your laughs mix with Billy shouts, crying out into the night sky. The engine trill overpowers the adoring ovation. Your eyes dazzle from all the bright lights and camera flashes when you look down to catch Billy’s smug look. He may be Hawkin’s king, but he’s your champion.

Driving out of the arena and down a winding path to the demo car lot, Billy parks the junker and turns everything off. Both his hands grasp your legs to help you into the car and straddle him, holding you close. You weave your fingers in his damp curls as Billy launches on you. Pushing his lips onto yours in a fiery kiss. All the energy from the night sparks between the two of you and burns as Billy bites down on your lower lip. Nibbling on it and lapping at your cut before he pulls away, Billy darkly chuckles as you lean forward to follow him. Drunk off his touch. Needy for more.

Billy’s eyes look at you in curiosity as his thumb drags across your bottom lip only to dance softly over your small gash. Focusing his gaze on your heaving chest and pleading pout, the sadistic confidence fuels the fire licking at his veins. Billy takes your face in one hand and guides you to hover just before his parted lips.

Wriggling in his lap, you paw at his chest and push further into his hold. Lust and desperation cloud any concerns of being caught and turn your congratulatory words into whines. Billy’s other hand drags up your leg and rests firmly on your lower back, pushing you flush against him. He turns your head slightly to ghost his mouth to the shell of your ear. Hot breath fans flames against your neck, Billy’s voice drops to a deep hum that ignites jolts of tiny sparks tingling through you.

“So, what’s my prize, baby? Better be worthwhile since we’re missing out on all the fun back up there.”

[supermarketbae]

hi! did u miss meeee😇 can we have missionary sex, dom billy takes full control of sub reader. He kisses her tears away, praising her for taking his big cock, lots of wet sounds and billy just pounding u into the bed. Thank you🥰🥰🥰

DUH ofc I did love! Grrrrr I’m on my monthly and this isn’t helping my intense forever hornyness so WELLPPP-

Well Aren’t You Pretty?

warnings: dom!Billy, sub reader, manhandling, light choking, p in v, praise, degradation, dirty talk, reader is fem, dumbification, slight breeding kink, idk what else tell me if I missed sum (not formatted bc it’s me also the pic is not meant to represent readers skin tone I Js think it’s pretty)

Your brain was simply melted. Scorched even. You felt like warm honey was trailing slowly down your spine covering your supple body as your boyfriend, Billy, kissed and suckled on your neck as he whispered filthy things in your ear that had you clenching your thighs together in need. “You’re quite warm.” Came the cool low drawl. You shiver as Billy smirks down at you, lips slowly parting to reveal sharp incisors which he darts his tongue across. The room felt sticky, like a humid summers day and as Billy’s ocean colored eyes look down at you, you huff softly, eyebrows furrowing as he climbs on top of you. “I wonder why that would be.” You coo back smiling impish as Billy takes a strong hand to your cheek, caressing your skin before tilting your chin up and kissing you on your lips fiercely.

“Fuckin’ brat” comes the ever quick reply. Billy’s deep voice never failed to strike a cord of arousal deep in your belly. You wiggle your hips suggestively as you scrunch your nose “You love me though.” You say it as a statement because you know it’s true. Billy shakes his head in amusement, a true smile gracing his tanned face as he nods kissing you once more. You giggle as strands of his sun kissed blonde hair tickle at your face. As much as he’d hate to admit, you have Billy wrapped around your manicured finger.

But, as he dragged his finger down the valley of your perky boobs you keen softly looking up at him with pleading doe eyes as your lashes flutter sultrily. “That shuts you up every. Fuckin’. Time.” Billy bites warmly in your ear. His muscular thighs caging you in hotly pressed against him. Shaking, you look up at him submissively, biting your lip as he grins meanly, placing his mouth inches from yours as he ghosts “And I fucking love it too.” You whine at this, bucking your hips up into his trying for any form of reaction. You get it. Billy licks a strip of your neck “I want words sweetheart.” He sighs and you can feel a bulge as you buck your hips up again.

“Stop teasing” you stutter voice pitchy. Billy chuckles darkly at your writhing whines, wincing as your breathy voice sends heat shooting to his nearing painful hard on. He was going to fuck you until you couldn’t walk he mused, lips quirking up at the thought. “You want me to stop darlin’?” he groans feigning hurt. You could tell by the timbre in his voice that he was going to play you until you broke. “N-uh-No!” You protest quickly and you’re fast to realize your mistake as Billy’s eyes darken in possessiveness. You gasp turns reedy as Billy slips a hand into your shorts index finger rubbing sharp circles into your clit in a way he knows short circuits your brain. “Then want do you want doll?” Billy drags out the pet name innocently. You know what he wants. And you know what you need, so you swallow your pride and beg. “Puh-ah- please fuck me Billy.” Your soft cry has him groaning as he feels a distinctive drool of his cock. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing” Billy whispers as his large hands grip your waist-much to your delight- as he pulls you down closer to him.

“Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart,” Billy smiles kissing your cheek as your back bows and you arch up into him moaning at his words. “Such good fuckin’ manners,” he continues nipping at your collarbone. “And good manners deserve a reward huh?” He growls as his right hand snakes to your neck addictively. You claw at his bicep holding him as his fingers slip into your gushing cunt. “Bills-ah-Billy please I need it” you whimper, the soft nickname not passing Billy’s ears.

“Such a greedy little pussy hmm?” At this snarky regard Billy thrusts his fingers quickly in and out of your throbbing hole. Mewling you shudder, red nails creating crescents in his golden skin. “Baby please I-oh fuckkk~” your eyes roll while your hips instinctively attempt to cant closed. Billy’s grip on your calf stops this however as he guides your shorts and panties down quickly to have better access to your sloppy cunt. You blush, mouth forming into an oh as Billy’s eyes glaze at the sight-and sound of him working his thick fingers into your tight core.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Billy mumbles husky, as the wet sounds of your glistening heat reach his perked ears, Billy inhales shakily and starts to rut his hips into the mattress as your eyes turn hazy and tear filled from pleasure. “Billy!” Your voice is breathier still and much higher, but the way you say his name has him moaning yours back lowly. “Look at this darlin’ she’s practically leaking for me.” Billy coos referring to your pussy, one hand still placed over your hips holding you down.

As your hole gives a telling repeated flutter he grins evilly and you whine so close to cumming on his fingers. “Are you gonna cum for me doll?” Billy asks deep voice adding to the tight coil in your tummy. You nod vigorously, opening your mouth to speak but only a strangled little sigh slips out. “The only way you’re going to be doing that-” you nearly wail as Billy pulls out his coated fingers, cunt clenching as he brings them to his outstretched tongue to lick them clean. “Is if your creaming on my cock sweetheart.” He finishes. You can’t help but to let out a small keen at his words. You can feel them in your chest clawing their way to your heart and squeezing. Maybe that’s why your heart skips a beat as he pulls down his boxers teasingly slow.

Billy’s head cocks back as the flushed head of his red, weeping dick hits the cool air. You stare at it unabashed and wanting as you trail your eyes up the veins to his glistening slit. “See something you want?” Comes Billy’s forward teasing lilt. Nonetheless though, he grins eyes flashing as you nod needily and whimper for him to rail you. He quirks his brow at your panting silence, so you gasp out “please put it in—ah!” Your indignant plea is cut short with a squeal as he thrusts into you easily and to the hilt.

You cry softly as Billy’s hips piston into yours fast. It felt so good— the rhythmic push of his hips into yours. And as you whimpered and pulsed around his girth Billy let out a loud groan, much to the delight of your cunt that continues to gush around him and tighten warmly. “Feel so-oh fuck—s-so fuckin’ good” Billy slurs into you as his eyes screw shut tightly before opening once more. You relish in the way the corn flower blue of his iris’ are hidden by his blown pupils. The pussy drunk look on his face matched a similar look of pleasure that was upon yours. 

“Always look so gorgeous crying on my dick baby~” Billy murmurs to you hotly as he bites the bottom of your ear, the sting was gentle, shocking you back from the hazy state your mind was in. You gave an appreciative moan and clench around him, your voice betraying you. “So—mmm-so big Billy-ah- make me feel so—so good.” You squeak out. Billy’s drunken grin widens at your praise and he somehow ruts even faster into you. Your body goes slack yet stiff at this your hands clawing into the sheets as well as Billy’s back attempting to anchor yourself to something— anything comforting as your hole is abused again and again. At some point your thighs must have closed again because suddenly it all stops.

Your brain is moving slow and out of focus, like you took a picture and forgot to zoom back in. You’re highly aware of Billy’s strong, warm hands tracing down your figure. You arch into them for comfort until you realize their sinister task. You yelp as his Billy growls lifting one of your legs to his shoulder holding you spread wide for him to do whatever the hell he wants to you.

Billy wants to ruin you.

You can see it in his eyes as his face drops closer to yours. The intensity of his gaze has you shutting your eyes but now gripping onto his shoulders as he gyrates his hips into a slow grind. A slurred moan melts out of you as Billy’s hand, once again finds its place at your neck. “Eyes on me pretty girl.” Billy commands evenly. Immediately your eyes snap open, your brows still pinched. In this position, he was so much deeper, rubbing against a spot that had you seeing stars.

“fuck me~” is all you can choke out whimpering so soft it’s barely audible, but Billy hears you. He complies with a slow deep thrust that has you, again clinging to his bulky biceps. “Right there huh?” Billy groans as you arch up into him “yeahhh right there sweetheart—f-fuck— I can feel this tight little cunt milking me.” He whines into your ear. The only thought in your brain is Billy, and as he fucks you hard and deep, it’s the only thing your brain is tuning into. You inhale shakily when you realize you’ve forgotten to breathe.

Billy swipes his thumb over your lip as you drool, tongue stuck slightly out from the overwhelming pleasure you feel. “Yes—ah-oh fuck please please I-harder!” Your voice warbles pornographically. Your eyes roll back as the tightened hotness in your belly nears snapping. You’re so very, very, close.

“Please-Nuh—no don’t stop-m-‘m gonna c-uh!” Your confusing mewls spur Billy on as his abs tighten he gives an answering shuddering gasp “wouldn’t—ah- wouldn’t dream of it darlin’” he rasps. Billy doesn’t hold back as he moans “come on—mmm- cum on this cock, s-show me how good I make you feel love.” And at the pet name you shatter the tightened coil of arousal in your belly finally snapping, oh so addictively. You attempt to thrash, but are held still by Billy’s arms caging around your body.

The way your warm velvety walls clench around Billy’s leaking cock is enough to send him over the edge as well moaning your name as he spills into you dribbling, as he continues to fuck his cum back in. As he continues to move, you grab his long hair pulling his face to yours as you kiss his plump, bitten lips needily. A few sloppy thrusts later, Billy’s hips still and you pull away breathless from the hot and heavy kiss. Happy and totally satisfied in Billy’s larger body atop of yours.

“You alright?” Comes the now loving drawl of your boyfriend as a dopey smile spreads across your face. You merely giggle, snuggling closer into his arms as you nod “Just peachy.” You snicker. A responding chuckle into your shoulder tells you that Billy heard your silly antics. “I don’t think I remember my name.” You mutter.

You’re only half serious.

Billy kisses your cheek before nipping your collarbone one last time “Then I definitely fucked your brains out doll.”

[chubbyreaderchan]

Waking up at 3 am and calling Billy Hargrove.

He's quick to get the phone, luckily the easiest to wake with a phone call.

"Hello" his voice is sleepy.

"Wanna go on an adventure with me?"

He knows it's you, a sleepy smile etches into his face.

"What?" He acts all cool.

"I'm hungry and I can't sleep and I don't want to be alone," you reply.

He groans. Sleepy, not annoyed.

"Be there soon," he groaned.

You end up eating gas station food in the middle of a random parking lot sitting against the hood of his Camero. He gets extremely happy internally when you lean against him and point out stars to him.

[first-edition]

Firework Confession

Billy Hargrove x reader

Sum-You take billy out to the firework show and he finally opens up to you about everything, his mom, his feelings for you and why it’s only you have cares about. 

CW- trauma, mention of abuse, kissing, cussing, mention of alcohol, use and mention of smoking, confession.

You giggle as you take billy by the hand and lead him over to the edge of the Parking structure. 

“Y/n think we gotta hurry.” He says chuckling at your actions. 

“fire works are starting in a bit we gotta get the best spot.” You say. You lean against the railing looking up at the sky all the stars and city lights beyond. 

“here you’re fucking stupid for not bringing a jacket.” He says taking his off as hes got a flannel under. He wraps it around you ceasing your slight shivering. The smell of his cologne and leather fill your nose such a comforting smell.

“I wish it was like this all the time.” Billy says you look over to him as he take out a pack of cigarettes and pulls one out. 

“like what?” You ask. He sighs placing one between his lips and shakes his head. He walks to his car grabbing a stray match and the two bottles of corona then walks back to you. He waves his finger telling you to come to him and you listen. 

He hands you the bottles before leaning close to your chest stricking the match on the necklace he used to wear but gave to you. He lights his cig putting the match you and blows the smoke out. 

“billy?” You ask. He licks his lips leaning against the edge. 

“like this you know…just me and you, no one to come in a fuck shit up? Im only….” He pauses. 

“im only like this, myself, with you.” He says you put the bottles down moving closer to him. As he drags out another breath of smoke. Blowing it to the side. 

“my uh..my folks they are the best people.” He says 

You already knew about Billy’s mother leaving and how its just him his father and max. His fathers current girlfriend living with them. 

“a couple weeks ago i told you dropped the bar on my side yeah?” He says you nod. 

“i didn’t. I am that stupid to do it but-my dad he like to throw me and max around. I take most of it so she dosnt get hurt but i cant always protect her. That’s why im always at yours.” He says you look up at him. 

“the black eye wasn’t football either?” You ask he shakes his head. You nod. A tear falls down his cheek. You reach your hands you brushing your thumb against his cheek and smiling at him. He sniffs and takes another breath if smoke holding it for a second before breathing it out.

“Billy..w-why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask.

“Its not important.” He says.

“Of course it’s Important!? You’re important. You’re important to me.” You say.

He chuckles shaking his head leaning against the railing.

“Damn baby you’re gonna make me blush.” He chuckles reverting back to his Billy mask.

“I mean it Hargrove.” You say lightly punching his chest your fist comes incontact with his pec and he takes a hold of your wrist keeping it there. Your fist open letting your palm rest against him.

“When my mom left she’d gone with no warning just one feat got up and left. She that was the first time my pops really beat the shit outta me. Max was just a baby…I remeber staying up all night in her room making sure he wouldn’t come in and do that same to her.” He says his fingers brushing against your arm. Once again inhaling before throwing the cig off the edge.

“When I saw Nate bothering you at the party I didn’t think much until he put his hands you. I didn’t want anyone, friend of or other wise to fucking touch my girl.” He says as you move closer to him a small smile forming on your lips.

“You’re so important to me. You’re kind to me and tell when what I do wrong without being a bitch, you take care of me and you’re..your so so good to me….I lo-“ you wrap your arms around his neck kissing him deeply he kisses you back just as soon as you do.

His hands grip im your waist. The loud boom of a fire work and a bright colorful light pulls you away as you look up at the show starting. Bill moves your face back to him keeping you looking at him.

He smirks looking down at you.

“I love you y/n…I don’t want anyone else telling you those words I just want you.” He says you smile placing you hand on his cheek brushing your thumb against his skin.

“I love you too billy” you take away your hand balling it into a fist and lightly punch his arm.

“Took you long enough!” You giggle he chuckles and nods.”

“Sorry.” He says gripping your waist pulling you into him pressing his lips against yours once more.

[vampaiaz]

cute hcs i have for some st characters!

warning: none! just some fluffy stuff

note: this is honestly just me kicking my legs and giggling at my own thoughts

characters: eddie munson and billy hargrove

ೃ⁀➷ EDDIE MUNSON

i honestly feel like he’d secretly like elvis, eddie’s guilty pleasure in music HELP his favorite songs would be suspicious minds, i’ll hold you in my heart, and trouble. i know pretty basic but he started liking elvis because of you! ever since you played can’t help falling love while cuddling with him in his room, he’s associated the song with the two of you

another guilty pleasure of his in music is madonna !!!! IM RIGHT IM VERY RIGHT because he’d definitely like borderline and angel, dustin would make fun of him for it and he’d just reply “it’s y/n’s music, not mine henderson.” (he actually asked for a copy of your mixtape)

he has bad penmanship but when he writes in gothic script, IT ALWAYS LOOKS GOOD ???? it annoys you because he’d make fun of you when you try it for yourself T-T but when he doesn’t tease you, he teaches you!

scared of cockroaches so he screams and asks you to kill it for him, but turns out you’re both scared so now the two of you are standing on a chair while hugging and screaming

for some reason i just think he can skip rocks really well, he’d say “watch, give me a number and that’ll be how many skips this rock makes.” and you challenge him but he always seems to win HELP

whenever he goes somewhere, even if it’s near, he always kisses you goodbye !!! he says that if he doesn’t do that then he won’t see you again, obviously dramatic, but it’s endearing. he just loves you a lot !!!

ೃ⁀➷ BILLY HARGROVE

when you and billy fight, he doesn’t get violent or break things, he leaves and gives you and him time to take a breather! when he does come back, that is when he finally organized his thoughts and is willing to tell you how he feels, why he acted that way, and what he thinks can help him. it can get repetitive, but you are happy that he’s trying to change, not only for you but for many!

he loves it when you let him lay in between your legs and you play with his hair, one time you braided it and he kept laughing. “i look stupid!” he’d say while turning his head left and right to see his hair move

i feel like he’d be the type to keep small flowers in a notebook, y’know like the dried out flowers pasted onto pages. he gives it to you and you see he added in notes of why he picked those flowers T-T (bringing my nature lover!billy on here)

LOVES DOGS oh definitely, he’d sometimes go on a tangent, telling you that he’d love to live in a home with his loving family and a big dog, obviously you’re the his partner

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Vampire Kiss - Vampire Billy Hargrove X GN Reader

Title: Vampire Kiss

Vampire Billy Hargrove X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Other Hawkins high schoolers (Mentioned), teacher (Mentioned), and other vampires (Mentioned)

| Part 2 |

WC: 2,164

Warnings: Vampires, drinking blood, blood, mention of death, mention of pain, mention of one-night-stands, mention of Satan/Hell, Reader's gender never mentioned, brief mention of smoking, brief mention of drinking, and slight suggestiveness

You watched Billy from the other side of the classroom. You didn't mean to stare. But, there was just something about him... Something that screamed dangerous. He was a bad boy, smoked, drank, and had one-night-stands with almost every girl at school. He screamed trouble as much as he did danger. The girls loved him for his charm, but if they knew all the things he was really like, if they knew who he really was... And yet here you were looking into his blue eyes wondering how on earth this beautiful creature got mixed up in your life. He smirked when you looked away from him and started fiddling with your pencil.

This happened to you multiple times. You'd be trying to pay attention to the teacher, but somehow your attention fell on him. Every. Time. It was hard not to look at someone with such a distinctive face. His piercing blue eyes never left you no matter how hard you tried to ignore him. You'd close your eyes, and he was there. With that cunning smirk of his. It felt as though he was staring right through you. It was hard enough that he sat next to you. There was something more to Billy Hargrove than most people saw. Yet you knew that if anyone found out the truth about this guy, you would probably end up dead or worse... Changed.

You sighed, "Stop staring." You spoke in a hushed tone

He laughed softly, more like a chuckle.

"Do you always have to do that?" You asked him.

"What? He asked, resting his fist on his chin.

"Stare," You stated clearly.

"Well... Sometimes I can't help it," he said with a shrug.

"Is that your excuse for everything you do?" You shot back.

"Excuse? No. That's just me being myself. Honestly, it's your fault for being so pretty." He flirted and you rolled your eyes, looking at the teacher and the chalkboard.

This time he stayed quiet. You didn't blame him. Some of the teachers knew that Billy was trouble, but not everyone listened. Most students used their common sense when around Mr. Hargrove, yet you seemed oblivious to it. The other day you caught him grabbing some kid by his jacket, just as you were walking down the hall. He was a bad boy. He was as bad as they came.

But you knew his secret. All those rumors going around town about Billy were true. Even though they were outlandish - childish even. Made to joke around and have fun. They were true.

Billy was a vampire. Yes, Vampirism was real. Of course vampires weren't a part of this world. But, that's what made them so scary. So mysterious. People were so eager to believe that anything was possible. That the impossible could become possible. When in reality, nothing like that existed in this world. But... It did. You saw it with your own eyes.

You didn't mean to. You were going home after school when you heard... Noises. You, being curious, followed the sounds. Behind the side of the school was Billy with some girl. You cringed. Disgusted... But as you looked closer. You saw the blood. You saw his fangs. You ran off. How he didn't notice you was a miracle in itself.

You went straight to your home and to your room, locking the door. You were scared. Angry. Guilty. But, as you thought. It all made sense. Some girls that you had seen go home with him after school, came back the next day with no memories. If you remembered correctly from your weird vampire phase as a child, they could erase memories. Determined, you had to find out more.

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The next day at school, on your free period, you went to the library and found every book you could about vampires. You read everything you could get your hands on. Everything from facts, myths, legends, anything you could find. Billy Hargrove was a vamp. A real life vampire. And you were in love with him.

How was that possible? You'd never been attracted to any of the guys you knew before, but this guy was different. Was love too big of a word? Was it more of an attraction or infatuation? Either way. You couldn't help yourself. Not even the rumors from the girls could stop you now.

Finishing a book on vampires and how they came to be, you almost jumped out of your seat when a hand was placed on your shoulder. Looking up and to the side. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw Billy standing over you. His eyes hardened at the pages of the book before they shifted and he looked at you.

"Didn't know you were into vampires..." He spoke softly, sitting down beside you. His voice was gentle, soothing. Almost sweet. You shuddered, feeling goosebumps run down your arms.

"I like to learn." You spoke honestly.

"Learn about vampires, witches, and demons?" He asked and you shrugged, swallowing.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned, noticing your uncomfortable posture.

"Nothing... Why?" You asked in return, unsure.

He chuckled, "It isn't normal to be interested in things like this."

"There is no such thing as normal." You answered firmly.

Billy glanced at the vampire book with a smirk on his lips before he looked back towards you. "I like the way you think."

His voice was soft and gentle, like waves lapping on the shore. You felt safe. Safe in his presence. He reminded you of a bear protecting its cubs, or a wolf guarding their pack from all harm.

Why did you feel safe in the presence of him? In the presence of a vampire? You shook your head, telling yourself that you shouldn't feel comfortable with him. But you couldn't. You needed answers. You needed to know more. But you weren't going to flat-out ask him. That would be a stupid. Without hesitating, you grabbed the book off the table and set it aside. Turning, you looked into his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

"Just wanted to see how you were doing," He told you honestly.

"I've been doing fine." You turned away from him, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing.

He was always watching you. Staring at you. Waiting for you to turn your head back. You never missed a moment when he was near you. His blue eyes would seem to pierce right through you. He was beautiful. A gorgeous creature that should be locked away somewhere. Maybe thrown into the depths of hell by Satan himself.

No wonder all the girls in the school fawned over him.

"Are you free Friday?" He asked suddenly, making you flinch.

Why was he asking you that? You had questions. Questions about what his intentions were with you. But you weren't going to ask him. It would ruin things. Things already were ruined. But, if you agreed to go wherever with him, maybe you'd get those answers. After all, vampires lived on blood. They need it to survive.

There was no doubt that he had done something horrible, hurt someone... You gulped, closing your eyes briefly. It was a risk, but it was worth it. You had to know. And like they said; curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

"Yes. I am free Friday."

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Tapping your foot, you bit your lip. Leaning up against your car as you waited for Billy to arrive. He said to meet you at Lover's Lake, at eight sharp. It was cold, and you cursed at yourself for bringing a coat. At the sound of crunching leaves, and a car engine, you're turned around. The car parked beside you, and Billy got out of the car. He had dark circles under his eyes, as though he hadn't slept in days. And yet he still made his way to you without hesitation; a smirk on his gosh-darn face.

"So, why meet at Lover's Lake?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Just because," He simply replied, looking up at the night sky before looking back at you. "I have something to tell you."

You tilted your head, not failing to notice Billy glancing at your exposed neck.

"What?"

"I know your secret..." He spoke, voice deep. Dark.

Your eyes widened a bit, "What secret?"

Billy stepped closer, enough for you to feel his hot breath fan over your face. "My secret."

He looked down and smirked. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared back at him. His beautiful blue eyes staring right into yours. He reached his hand forward and traced along the neckline of your shirt. You shivered at the touch of his cool fingers, and the heat of his breath.

"I know what you are..." You spoke, voice soft.

Billy stared into your eyes, his own half-lidded with amusement. "Really? What makes you think that it's true?"

"Because I saw it last week." You whispered, blushing deeply.

He raised an eyebrow, "You saw me feeding?"

"Yes..." You muttered, looking away from him.

His fingers brushed your cheek, gently caressing your skin before he moved your face to look back at him. He hummed, searching your eyes for something. Fear? Hatred? Whatever it was... He found it.

"We'll, I can't have all of Hawkins knowing my dirty little secret, now can I?" He spoke lightly, his gaze intense.

"What happens when someone finds out?" You questioned, looking up at him.

"They're going to fear us, hate us, kill us..." He spoke plainly.

"Us?" You repeated, surprised.

He nodded. "There are more of us. But not around here."

"California." You spoke in realization.

Billy nodded, returning to caressing your jaw all the way down to the base of your neck. "It's sort of like a hotspot."

You shuddered.

"Now, if you don't mind..." Billy licked his lips, his fangs sparked in the moonlight. "I'm hungry."

You sucked in a sharp breath. You saw what he did to the others, you'd forget soon enough. Licking your own dry lips, you looked at him, noticing his pupils dilate. "Will it hurt?" You asked timidly.

"Only if you struggle." He paused and smirked at you. "Don't worry though, it won't hurt a lot."

"Promise?"

Billy chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "I promise you... Just trust me."

You didn't say it out loud. But it was hard to trust a vampire.

Licking his lips once more, Billy leaned down, trailing his fangs down your neck, his hot breath wafting across your throat. His other hand reached to pin you against your car. You gasped, unable to move as Billy sank his teeth into your flesh. You could feel as your blood began to drain away. You grabbed ahold of Billy's shoulders, holding on for dear life. You felt as if you were in the clouds, your mind felt soft and airy. You heard Billy's voice, calling out your name. As if he was on fire. But he wasn't burning, rather, he was consumed. Drinking and drinking. You felt so weightless. Your heart beat softened, and slowed. The pain slowly slipped away. All the stress released from your body. Billy pulled his mouth away from your neck, and he stared into your eyes before kissing you quickly, deeply on the lips. You could taste iron on your tongue. He pulled back, licking his lips and sighing happily. His eyes glowing silver in the darkness.

"That's one thing that won't be missing from your memory."

Eyes fluttering shut, you fell in Billy's arms, unconscious.

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Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times as you tried to focus. You were home... In bed. But... How did you get here? You remembered Billy, kissing Billy, but then nothing else... You touched your lips, remembering how it felt to kiss him. You glanced at the clock above your desk to find it was three o'clock in the morning.

You tried to think, you felt something was missing, yet nothing came to mind. You sighed as you sat up, rubbing your eyes as you yawned. As soon as you stood from the bed, you froze. You felt so light-headed. Holding your head in your hands, you closed your eyes and took in deep breaths before you felt alright again. Standing up, you headed to your bathroom, but you stopped when you saw yourself in the mirror.

Reaching up slowly, you touched the side of your neck. Drawing your hand back, you looked at the blood on your fingertips. Red. Still wet. Cleaning your fingers and neck, you furrowed your eyebrows. There was no injury in sight. No scratch or pierce. Nothing.

How did that blood get there? Why do you feel so weak?

Billy...

Shaking your head, you brushed the thoughts away. You swallowed hard, trying to push him out of your mind as you went about getting dressed for school.

You must have gotten a small nose bleed in the middle of the night. No big deal. You've had them before. That was totally the explanation.

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Part Two is linked above

[freakbabyy]

see you in hell

chapter three

eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

cross posted to AO3

97 weeks left until season five :)

“Y/N, dear! If you don’t hurry up, you’ll be late!” I opened the door of my bedroom, and quickly grabbed a slice of toast from the toaster, Dustin stealing the other. “I have to go to work until 5 tonight. Dustin usually rides his bike to school and back, but if you don’t want to walk or anything I can drive you! Dustin don’t forget you have a AV club after school, and Y/N, you have work!”

I held up my roller skates and my duffel bag, before answering, practically out the door behind Dustin already,

“I’ll be fine, and I have all of my uniform and badge in my duffel bag, I know the way to and from work, too.” 

Dustin climbed on his bike, as I tightened my roller skates, before making our way to school, which was conveniently across the street from each other.

“I still can’t believe I have a genius sister.” 

“Dustin, It’s just an internship at the local research lab, it’s not like I’m going to outer space. Plus I’ll probably just be getting coffee for everyone.”

“Yeah, but it’s still pretty cool. You’ll have to tell me all about it, the party, too.”

“I can’t, I signed an NDA, so I can’t talk about what I do there, for privacy reasons probably.”

“You think you’ll get superpowers from being around radiation? Or a third arm?”

“Dustin, I seriously doubt they’ll have me around radiation. They can’t do anything too dangerous, or else the town wouldn’t be so close.”

Our chat ended when we had reached a fork in the road, one going to the middle school, and the other going to the high school. Dustin and I exchanged a hug before splitting, and that’s when the nerves really came on.

“Watch it!” A loud horn sounded, as I quickly moved to the side of the road, where a jeep holding jocks made sure to take up the whole lane. Is it possible to hate school before you even went in there?

“Hey, you alright?”

I looked up to see a girl around my age holding out a hand. She was on her bike, also on the side of the road, but wasn’t knocked over like I was. I took her hand, getting up, before nodding and brushing myself off.

“Yeah, I think so. Thanks.” 

“They do this every day, and think the whole road is theirs. Goddamn jocks think they’re above the law or something. Of course they think people with actual brains are lower on the food chain naturally, and being in band is social suicide, but-” She cut herself off, taking a deep breath, “I’m rambling aren’t I? Sorry I’m really not good with people, but I’m Robin, and I like your roller skates, and I’m rambling again aren’t I?”

“A little bit, yeah. I don’t mind though, I’m not good with people either. I just moved here, I’m Y/N. You mentioned band?”

We had begun making our way to the school once more, this time side by side. The girl had motioned to the instrument case she had rigged onto the back of her bike using bungee cords, and I smiled.

“Yeah, I play the trumpet. I do marching band, too, and Jazz band, basically anything music related you can find me there. What about you?  Are you an athlete, or do you just carry around a duffel bag for the aesthetic?”

“Yeah, I play the keyboard. I’m hoping to do Jazz band, but I do choir, too. I’m probably one of the least athletic people you’ll ever meet, this is for work after school.”

“Jeez, I thought I had a busy schedule. At least I don’t have to worry about work, too. I think I’d actually get gray hair.”

“I kinda like the busy schedule, keeps me on my toes. Plus the fact I was never allowed out of the house until about a week ago, I’m trying to sign up for everything I can. Just to get the experience, you know?”

“Never allowed outside? Are you serious? What, did you live in a jail?”

Robin was locking her bike up on the rack, and I was putting my skates in my duffel bag, switching for actual shoes instead. I stood up, walking down the hall, to where we could apparently pick our own lockers for the year, and automatically assumed the one beside Robin.

“No, my dad was just super protective. I didn’t mind, really. He was super supportive, the only reason I moved here was because he got a new job that requires all of his time, and so I’m with my mom and brother now.”

“I kinda wish I had a sibling, I’m the only child and my parents seriously treat me like anything I do will break me. What’s your first class?”

“Algebra with Mr. Smith?”

“I have the same class, want me to show you the way? Then I can show you to the band room, too. You must be a sophomore, too, right?”

“Actually I’m a junior, I just was homeschooled so I’m a bit behind on classes. The only class I’m good at is science.”

“I think the only class I’m good at is band, so you got me beat.”

The classroom was almost full, and seats didn’t seem to be assigned, so Robin and I had picked seats in the middle of the classroom. The only person I had recognized so far was Jonathan in the hallway, and he offered a quick awkward smile, before ducking into a different classroom. I hadn’t seen Nancy, Barb, or Chrissy yet. The bell rang, drawing me out of my thoughts, as the teacher spoke up.

“Welcome to the first day of classes, I know the first day can be a drag with going over curriculum, so I’ll save you time and just pass out the curriculum on paper, and we can start by doing some basic review.”

The rest of class was pretty boring, mostly him writing equations on the board, giving us some time to solve it on a piece of paper, and then moving on. At the end we went over the answers and I hadn’t done too bad.

The math hallway was about two hallways over from the band hallway, and the band room wasn’t full of many students before the bell rang.

“Alright, everyone get your instruments put together, we’re doing some sight reading today. Percussion, pick up a part for each song, pianists, equally divide the songs amongst you.”

I waved to Barb, who was putting her clarinet together, and she smiled and waved back. I walked to the back of the classroom, where the piano was, and talked with the percussion section. Most had their own friends from previous years, and the freshmen were all trying to boast about their talents.

“Hey, are you the pianist?”

A boy with short curly hair asked, holding up a stack of songs, and I nodded,

“Great, so you and Trish will split the songs, whichever one of you isn't playing the piano, will be playing the xylophone or marimba, that's cool?”

I nodded, taking the songs, and scanning over them, rearranging them to match the list on the board of which order we were playing, before looking back up at the boy in front of me still,

“You okay with those parts? We try to be fair to everyone yanno?”

“Yeah, these are fine, thank you…?”

“Ah, Gareth.” He stuck his hand out smiling, and I shook it, replying with my own name.

“Cool, well, I’m usually on the drumset, since I’m the only one in this goddamn section to do jazz band, unless you’re interested? I’m down to split parts?”

“Ah, I was going to go for the keyboard, sorry.”

“I think we already have two key players, but we do have a vocalist spot? It’s mainly student run, so I can probably snag that spot for you, if you’d like? We have a few guitar spots, too? Not sure how many instruments you play?”

“I’m not too good on the guitar, I only know basic tabs. But I do sing a bit, I’m in choir, too. Alto.”

“Alright, well then the vocal spot is yours, and for songs without vocals, we can teach you some more guitar, sound good?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

I smiled, making my way over to the other pianist, Trish, before the director had begun practice, and so far everyone in this class was super nice.

The next class was English, which Barb helped me walk to after band, and we sat with Nancy.

“So how’s your first day going?” Nancy asked, as I shrugged.

“Good, almost got run over in the parking lot by jocks, but then made friends with a band chick, Robin. We had our first two periods together, and everyone in band was super nice.”

The bell rang as a shrill voice spoke up, talking about how the bell had rung, so she had our attention for the rest of class, and the entire class quieted down immediately.

“I am Mrs. O’Donnell, most of you know me from previous years.” She made direct eye contact with me. “And if you don’t know me, you will soon grow to hate me. I don’t give out freebies, I don’t do extra credit, and the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do.”

The entire class was silent still, which was odd considering in every other class people were whispering in the back, passing notes, or even digging in their backpack. Mrs. O’Donnell continued speaking, pacing back and forth up front before grabbing a stack of papers.

“We are going to start off with a pop quiz on the summer assignment, which will also serve as a refresher from years previous. This will be graded.” Summer assignment? Pop quiz? What did that mean?

I spoke up as Mrs. O’Donnell walked around, giving a stack of papers to each student in the front row to pass back.

“Um, Excuse me, Mrs. O’Donnell? I just moved here and got my schedule last week, so I didn’t know about any assignment. I also wasn’t in this school in the years previous, so our curriculum may be different. I also don’t know what a pop quiz is?”

The entire class stopped rustling papers, and I could feel the twenty pairs of eyes on me, before the teacher walked towards my desk, stopping in front of it.

“What is your name?”

I glanced around, the entire class looked panicked, some people were snickering.

“Y/N Henderson.” 

“Well, Miss. Henderson. In my class you will raise your hand before you speak and only talk when called on, you won’t get out of assignments for playing dumb and claiming to not know what a pop quiz is, and you will NOT be getting special treatment because you transferred here, every student is held to the same standard and that includes things from years prior, as well as summer work.”

“But I didn’t know about any summer assignments, and I’m not pretending to be dumb. I really don’t know. I think it’s a little unfair of you to act this way when I was told about this class not even five days ago.” 

“Are you back talking to me?” Her gray eyebrow shot up so high I thought it would disappear into her hairline, as she leaned forward, snatching the paper off of my desk.

“No, I’m just stating my opinion and standing up for myself.”

“Since you clearly have no respect for me in my own classroom, you can go to the principles office. Along with a detention after school. No need to worry about this pop quiz, I’ll simply just mark it as a zero.”

“I can’t have detention tonight, I have work, it’s my first day.” 

“Are you arguing with me?”

“No, I-”

“You just earned yourself a Saturday detention, which runs all day. Congratulations, you won’t miss work. Principal's office. Now.”

I looked around, and tried to hold back the tears that were pricking my eyes. I grabbed my backpack and stood up, about to walk to the hallway until Mrs. O’Donnell spoke up again,

“Next time you come to my class, be prepared for it. And dress appropriately. That shirt is inappropriate.”

I looked down, taking note of the Dungeons and Dragons shirt I had worn, Dustin had got it for me as a welcome home present. It didn’t have any swearing, holes, or gore, so how was it inappropriate?

“It’s just a DnD shirt.”

“It’s promoting satanic rituals. Cult behavior and dress is not allowed in my classroom.”

“It’s not satanic, it’s a fantasy game-”

“Detention for two Saturdays.”

“But-”

“Three. Do you want to make it four?”

I spun on my heel, pushing the door open and shutting it behind me before walking down the hall towards the principles office right inside the main entrance. I opened the door and told the receptionist what happened, before being told to sit down in one of the chairs down a hall.

Surprisingly they weren’t empty, and another student was already sitting in one of them, his hair looked like it wasn’t even brushed that morning, and as I got closer, he reeked of weed. He looked up and scooted over, so he wasn’t on two chairs, before I sat down beside him.

“What could a teenage girl have been sent to the principal's office for on the first day of classes?”

He spoke up, a sly grin on his face. I looked over, and scoffed,

“I could ask the same for you. Minus the teenage girl part.”

“You don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?”

His smile grew at the question, before putting his ring clad hand out, the grin making the edges of his eyes crinkle. He kinda looked like he belonged in a rock band. Nonetheless, I shook his hand, taking note of the warmness that spread throughout my body.

“Eddie Munson. Town Pariah, at your service.”

“Y/N Henderson. Town nobody.”

“You just moved here right?”

I nodded, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall, boy this guy was chatty for it being mid morning and in the principal's hallway.

“Yep, all the way across state lines.”

“Why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, a curious look in his brown eyes, before he spoke again, “I mean, why Hawkins of all places? A sleepy, old, middle of nowhere town with a population of a couple hundred.”

“My mom lives here, with my brother. I didn’t want to move here, believe me. I was kinda forced to, dad having to take a job that took up all of his time. Not enough money, blah blah blah.” 

“Sorry. Though, it isn’t so bad.” I glanced over, giving him a look that radiated doubt. “I mean, as long as you don’t mind being bored out of your mind, walking through a shit ton of woods, and the most exciting thing being talking about satanic cults.”

“Hah. Funny you mention that, it’s one of the reasons I’m here.”

“Satanic cults? Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but there’s no satanic cults here. Unless you’re starting one, of course. No judgment. In fact, I’d consider joining if it was exciting.” I motioned to my shirt, his eyes lighting up, that grin returning on his stupid pretty face. “You play DnD? No way.”

“Sometimes,” I shrugged, “My brother plays all the time with his friends, they’re in middle school. Apparently this shirt worshiped satanic cults, Mrs. O’Donnell nearly had a conniption.”

“You’re here because O’Donnell didn’t like your shirt?”

“I mean, kinda. Since I just moved here, I didn’t know there was a summer assignment, and the pop quiz on it was today, whatever the fuck that means, and she sent me here for backtalking. After I explained I just got told I was in the class five days ago, and had a completely different curriculum than hers in years prior. I also spoke before she called on me, and I have no clue what that even means-” I took a deep breath, “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

“Don’t be sorry. I mean, the old hag sends me here any chance she gets. Though I’m here for being caught skipping this time. Sometimes I think she just likes to cause a scene. Don’t worry though. Higgins will go easy on you, it being your first day and all.”

“God, I hope so, Munson.”

97 weeks left :)

[billyhargrovesslut]

New Student

Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: catching the eyes of the two most popular boys in school.

Warning: none

As the new student at Hawkins High, Y/N instantly caught the attention of two popular boys: Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington. They had both tried to flirt with her multiple times, but she found it hard to reciprocate their advances.

One day, Y/N found herself alone in the janitor's closet when suddenly, the door burst open and Billy and Steve walked in. Y/N tried to make a quick escape, but the boys blocked her way out.

"You've been playing hard to get, Y/N," Billy said, smirking at her "We just want a chance to show you a good time," Steve chimed in.

Y/N felt uneasy with their intense gaze, but part of her was intrigued. She bit her lip nervously, trying to decide what to do.

Without warning, Billy grabbed Y/N's waist and pulled her closer to him. His lips met hers fiercely, and Y/N was surprised to find herself enjoying it.

She felt Steve's hands caressing her back, and Y/N knew that it was too late to back out now.

From that moment on, Y/N found herself caught in a passionate romance between the two boys.

She knew that it was wrong, but she couldn't resist their charm and found herself constantly craving their attention.

Although it was a risky situation, Y/N couldn't deny the excitement and thrill that came with seeing both Billy and Steve.

The three of them continued to meet up in secret, exploring their deepest desires without any judgment or hesitation.

Y/N knew that it was a complicated, messy situation, but as long as both boys were there to give her the attention she craved, she was willing to take the risk.