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munson-blurbs · 10 months

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hii 🫶🏻 i've had this idea of the reader and eddie being at a halloween party and her drink getting spiked (roofied or wtv) and like eddie comes to the rescue and takes care of her - enemies to slight lovers pls!! have a good day/night :))

Hi! I changed it a bit so that her drink was spiked with extra booze, but I kept it enemies-to-lovers!

Warnings: underage drinking (everyone is over 18 but under 21), reader's drink gets spiked, drunkenness, brief mention of Eddie dealing, Billy Hargrove needs his own warning tbh, enemies-to-lovers, idiots in love

WC: 2.5k

Thank you so much to @corroded-hellfire @lofaewrites and @manda-panda-monium for their help! Y'all made this fic much stronger, and I am indebted to you.

A brief, incomplete list of activities you enjoy: grabbing coffee with a few friends, walks down by Lover’s Lake powered by whatever cassette you’ve jammed into your WalkMan, reading a good book and curling up in the sunlight streaming through your bedroom window.

A brief, incomplete list of activities you despise: Steve Harrington’s house parties.

The bass from the stereo has the entire downstairs shaking, and you wince as you pass by it and make your way to Nancy. She’s the reason why you’ve started coming to these stupid things, and although Steve isn’t as big of a tool as you’d previously thought, it doesn’t make other people more tolerable.

“You having a good time?” Nancy asks now, bouncing along with the music. Her eyes are hazy with booze; her half-filled cup of the jungle juice concoction is clearly far from her first of the evening.

You shrug, hitching your bag close to your shoulder as a beast of a man in a letterman jacket pushes his way through the crowd. “Not really.”

“Cool, awesome!” Nancy chirps, senses compromised by the constant flow of alcohol and the blasting music.

Steve has his arm around her waist, pressing chaste kisses to her neck. He looks up at you for just a second and frowns. “Where’s your drink?”

You jingle the car keys you’ve had clenched in your fist the whole night, ready to make a getaway as early as you can. “Designated driver. Unless you want José Cuervo behind the wheel tonight,” you raise your brows as you motion to your friend.

Steve shakes his head. “Nance is gonna stay here with me tonight,” he tells you, taking Nancy’s cup from her hand and placing it in yours. “She’s had enough, anyway. So, uh, go crazy.”

Go crazy. It’s tempting to dull the roar of the dozen or so conversations worming their way into your consciousness. And no doubt it’ll be easier to slap a fake smile on your face and even join one of them. But you still have to get home somehow, and the thought of asking either of your overbearing parents for a ride home from a party has your stomach in knots, especially considering you’d told them you were going to the library and sleeping at the Wheeler’s.

Instead of going crazy, you toss the couple a frustrated eye roll, but they’re both too enmeshed in their puppy love for each other to catch it. Home. You just need to get home, snug in your own bed, away from–

“Hey, Goody Two-Shoes!” Billy Hargrove flings his muscular arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him despite your clear lack of interest. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s bad etiquette to bring down the party vibe?”

“Get offa me,” you grumble, but his strength easily overpowers yours.

“What you need,” he continues, stifling a beer-scented belch, “is to fuckin’ loosen up.” He punctuates his statement by placing one beefy hand on each of your shoulders, shaking you back and forth. He stumbles a bit in his drunken state, and you seize the opportunity to step away from him.

The entire encounter makes the drink in your hand even more tempting, and you throw it back without another thought. Your throat burns with the sting of alcohol, and you wince reflexively. Jeez, if this is what Nancy’s been drinking all night, no wonder she’s wasted, you think, grateful that you only had half of the cup.

Eddie Munson arrives when the party is in full swing, lunch box of illicit substances gripped tight in his hands. He hates spending time with these jockstraps outside of school, but parties are a great way to make some extra cash, and rich douchebags like King Steve practically throw the money at him, too drunk and lazy to actually count it out.

He sees you out of the corner of his eye, swaying to the music alongside Billy Hargrove. You’re leaning into him, with his hand around your waist pulling you into him. You laugh loudly, though it doesn’t appear that Billy’s said anything.

What a weird pair, Eddie muses, comparing your usual type-A, pain-in-the-ass, teacher’s pet personality with Billy’s thoughtlessness and indifference. He watches as Billy nonchalantly refills your drink and grabs your backside.

When Billy notices Eddie, he props you against the counter and murmurs something before staggering over to buy something. “What do you have tonight, Munson?”

“The usual,” Eddie replies casually, placing the tin box on the kitchen table and flipping it open. “So, uh, looks like Goody-Two Shoes is having a good time.”

Billy chuckles, twirling a toothpick across his lips. It’s a menacing laugh, and Eddie doesn’t care for the sound of it. “Yeah, she needed a little help, but I took care of it.”

He really doesn’t like that. “What do you mean?”

“Slipped a little extra in her drink when she wasn’t looking,” Billy whispers, flashing Eddie a now-empty mini bottle of tequila. “Shit was pretty strong to begin with, but she’s definitely feeling it now.”

“You spiked her drink?” Eddie’s mouth goes dry, and he snaps the lunch box shut. When Billy just laughs again, Eddie shoves him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Billy holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, man, you can’t blame a guy for doing what he has to do to get laid. Especially when it’s someone as uptight as her.”

Rage pounds in Eddie’s ears, and he barely hears anything after that. He marches towards you, fists clenched. You weren’t his favorite person, and he wasn’t yours–not after what happened in health last year–but he’d be damned if he let you get taken advantage of.

“Hey,” he says softly, tapping your shoulder to grab your attention. “Let me get you home.”

You sloppily shake your head, jungle juice sloshing over the side of the cup. “‘M fine.”

“No, you’re not.” He’s insistent, tone much harsher than his usual carelessness. “You’re absolutely plastered, and I’m taking you home.” He extends his hand, and you reluctantly take it, letting him lead you to his van. Your feet are bricks beneath you, and you giggle involuntarily as you trip over them.

“Munson, what the fuck?” Billy calls out, charging over. His own stride isn’t much more graceful than yours; the Keg Stand Champion having reclaimed his title earlier in the evening. “Get your own girl.” He reaches for your bicep to tug you away, but Eddie’s faster, which only makes the jock’s eyes stonier. “Fucking freak!” he calls out, quickly downing another plastic cup of beer.

Your eyelids begin to close, and slurred words leave your lips. “Whas’ goin’ on? Why’s Billy shhh-so mad?”

Eddie ignores your question, not wanting to slow down and risk Billy catching up to you. Once he’s safely got you in the passenger seat, he starts the ignition and glances at where you’re leaning against the window. “Where to?”

“Home.”

“Right, and, uh…where might that be?”

You shrug, body heavier with sleep by the second. “Dunno.”

“Like an address, or a general direction…anything?” Eddie drums his ringed fingers against the steering wheel. He sighs and throws the van in reverse when you shake your head. “All right, looks like you’re staying at mine.”

He keeps his eyes on the road, stealing a peek at you every minute or so. You’re sleeping, soft snores punctuating the otherwise silent ride. He winces as he goes over a bump and puts his arm out to prevent you from falling against the dashboard.

Twenty minutes later—it would have been fifteen, but he drove slowly to prevent jostling you too much—he’s pulling up to his trailer. “Welcome to Casa Munson.” He opens his door with a dramatic grunt and shuffles around to your side. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.” If any of the neighbors see him, they’ll assume the worst, but it’s either that or have you sleep in the van.

The last thing you remember is mumbling about needing a bed and Eddie leading you to his with an offhand comment about not knowing where the stains are from. When you wake the next morning, a jackhammer has replaced your brain and your throat is filled with bile.

“Ugh, fuck,” you groan, pulling your sheet up over your eyes to shield them from the sun. Except this isn’t the baby pink set your mom bought you from Wal-Mart. These sheets are white and smell like cigarettes, weed, and drugstore cologne. The realization that this isn’t your room has you jolting up in bed despite your body’s protests. “What the hell?”

“Good morning to you, too,” a voice grumbles from below. You look down to see Eddie Munson laying on the floor, a towel rolled below his head in a makeshift pillow. A throw blanket covers from his shoulders to just above his ankles, leaving his sweat sock-clad feet exposed. “There’s some water and pretzels next to you, and I can grab Advil if you need.”

You nod, squeezing your eyelids together at the pain the slight head movement causes. “Yes, please.” He returns with the medicine, and you eagerly swallow it with a gulp of water. A quick assessment assures you that your clothes are still on, but you still have to ask, “did we…”

“Nope. No way. Not even a little.” He takes a seat next to you, offering the pretzel canister. Though your stomach is churning, you need something to absorb the medicine, so you take a handful and carefully munch on them. “But you had quite the offer last night.”

“Wha—?”

“Hargrove spiked your drink to get you in bed,” he explains. His mop of curls is disheveled from tossing and turning, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “And, uh, not to sleep.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” you mutter. A fresh wave of nausea washes over you, and it’s not from the hangover. Your memories are muddled, but you can vaguely piece the night together: Nancy and Steve, the unfinished drink, Billy’s arm around you… “We left before he could do anything, right?”

Eddie nods, stealing the plastic water bottle from your grasp and taking a swig. He swishes it around his mouth before answering. “Got you outta there before he could even cop a feel.”

You grimace at his brazen response. “Well, um, thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” You start to stand up, fumbling for your keys in your bag when you remember. “Fuck, my car’s still at Steve’s.”

“I can take you,” Eddie offers, grabbing the jeans he’d haphazardly flung over his desk chair.

“Nah, s’okay. I can walk.”

“Seriously?” He throws his hands in the air, utterly exasperated with you. “You’d rather walk three miles back to Harrington’s—hungover as shit…looking like that,” he gestures vaguely at your smeared makeup and bloodshot eyes, “than take a ride from me?”

You remain quiet, so he proceeds with his rant.

“Y’know, when you ditched me last year, I figured you weren’t, like, into me or whatever. But, Christ, what did I do to make you hate my guts?”

Your brow furrows in confusion. “I ditched you?” The thunderous headache makes it difficult to wrack your brain for the memory, but you definitely would recall ditching Eddie Munson. “I never did that.”

“Last April,” he begins, tone clipped and direct, “the night we were supposed to finish our health project—”

“You ditched me.”

He shakes his head. “Uh, no. I invited you to see my band play and then we would finish the project after—which you agreed to—and then you never showed.”

“No, you told me, and I quote, ‘Corroded Coffin has a gig at The Hideout at 8, and we can put the poster together after we play.”

“Exactly!”

“Exactly what?” It hurts to roll your eyes, but you do it anyway just to emphasize the absurdity of the situation. “That wasn’t an invitation; that was just you telling me what time the show starts.”

“What time it starts,” he says slowly, as though explaining it to a child. “If I just wanted to meet up for the project, I would’ve told you what time it ends.” His eyes narrow. “Do you really think I spent all that time doing research with you just to flake when we got to do the creative part?”

The missing pieces shift into the puzzle. You’d been thrown off when Eddie had failed to show that night; you’d genuinely thought the two of you had forged some kind of friendship during your evenings at the Hawkins Library. But when midnight had rolled around, you’d given up altogether, gathered your notes, and made the poster alone.

“I…I didn’t know…” you muse, mouth drier than it was before you’d drank water. “I thought you forgot, or didn’t care…” You press a tooth into your bottom lip and gnaw at the chapped skin. “Trust me, I never would’ve ditched the guy I—”

You’d tried to cut yourself off before Eddie catches what you’d inadvertently implied, but it’s too late. “The guy you…” he gently goads. When you don’t answer, he sits on the bed next to you and knocks his knee against yours. “Would it help if I told you that you’re the girl I…” He tilts his head and peers at you through his deep brown eyes.

“Me?!” There’s no way he’s serious; you brace yourself for the ‘gotcha’ or some other punchline he’ll inevitably toss your way.

To your surprise, there is none. “What can I say?” he shrugs. “I’m a total sucker for a goody-two shoes.” He stands up again, crossing his arms over his chest and pacing back and forth in the tiny room. “So, since I’m the guy that you…and you’re the girl that I…can I interest you in some of the finest hangover food this town has to offer?”

“Can I brush my teeth first?” You grimace at the tang of last night’s tequila that sticks to your molars. “Unless you also happen to be into girls with wicked morning breath.”

He chuckles, a true and hearty laugh, and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard. “Spare toothbrush is in the top drawer,” he says, pointing towards the bathroom.

Once minty freshness has replaced stale booze, you wash the remnants of your makeup off of your face. You look a bit better; tired and hungover, but better.

Eddie’s dressed in ripped jeans and a faded concert tee, keys clenched in his palm. “Ready?” he asks, leaning against the bedroom doorway.

“Mhm.” You feel his hand ghost the small of your back as he leads you towards the front door, sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

“Hey, by the way?”

When you turn around, his lips are on yours. It’s soft and sweet, just a bit more than a peck, but you can tell it took every ounce of courage for him to do it. You both take a small step back, swapping shy grins.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

You take his empty hand and lace your fingers with his. “Does Corroded Coffin still play at the Hideout?”

“Every Tuesday at 8.”

“I’ll be there.”

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sleepy-wyvern · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader (SMUT)

Chapter: 1/? (smut in later chapter) part 2 here

Summary: Billy pursues an uninterested reader trying to gain her adoration. When reader finds her crush kissing someone else that's when she realizes her feelings are towards the wrong guy.

TW/CW: persistent flirting, cigarettes, marijuana, violent threat (not towards reader)

This fic only contains characters that are 18+ and will contain smut, as such 18+ readers only, minors absolutely DNI

For the lovely @strangelysupernatural ! Thanks for challenging me to write a difficult character! It was super fun and I'm sorry part one took so long 😂 go check out her page for her part of the challenge to write for my baby Steve Harrington! And more AMAZING billy & eddie fics sure to make you melt! 🥰

The moment Billy laid eyes on you he had one thing in mind: the need to corrupt your shy, goody two-shoes attitude. The fact that you weren’t interested in him seemed to drive his instinct to chase even more.

You were 18 but unfortunately had to move to a new town known as Hawkins before graduation. It was absolutely the worst time to make friends as cliques had already been long since established and most people were parting ways in a month or so.

Still, you were the shiny new toy amongst the high school so people stared curiously. You ignored them all except one that you couldn’t seem to avoid.

The moment you saw him across the cafeteria your heart leapt in your throat. You looked away but still felt his hungry eyes on your body. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, part of you was urging you to go to him like a magnet you fought to ignore.

He had large soft eyes, a curly mullet that seemed to grow on you, a faint hint of facial hair and of course a muscular frame. The man was built like a truck; seemingly out of place amongst the other students.

“Whose that?” You asked, clutching your dull blue cafeteria tray as you sat at the lunch table.

Your first friend in this foreign world had sat next to you, graciously giving you company and the run down of the place. She had always worn a heavy metal or rock themed outfit, perhaps at first coming off as scary but she was the sweetest person at this wretched place. You were thankful you had been placed at the empty desk next to hers in English class.

“That’s Billy Hargrove,” she answered with a loving sigh. “Don’t waste your time though he’s a fuck boy that only cares about one night stands.”

You look down at your lunch trying to avoid eye contact but you could feel his gaze over you.

“Thanks Bunny,” you smiled to her genuinely appreciating the warning.

She tucked a strand of wild brown hair behind her ear as she smiled to you softly before noticing him walking towards you in the corner of her eye. “Uh-oh,” she sighed.

His steps approached and your breath seemed to catch in your throat. You held your hands in front of you nervously as your mind buzzed. He’s definitely not coming this way, right? Even if he was, he wouldn't speak to you because you're sitting with someone right?

When he neared your table your heart stopped as he did.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” His voice seemed to purr as he put his hands on the table “fresh meat?”

“Leave her alone, Billy, she’s not interested.” Bunny groaned at him with a glare that would’ve scared you had it been directed your way. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed equally terrifying under the cafeteria fluorescent lights.

He wasn't yet deterred as he leaned forward with his fists on the cafeteria table. You could smell a hint of expensive cologne as he loomed over you.

“How about she tell me that herself?” His pink tongue rolled over his chapped lips as he spoke, soft eyes watching you intently with his head tilted. You wondered for a moment how his expression was so soft when the rest of him was covered in sharp edges.

You stood holding your tray with half eaten food “Not interested.”

You make your way to the trash can, throwing the scraps out before returning your tray. When you turned around though, he was still standing there.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, gaze caught on his firm chest which didn’t seem like a great alternative choice for your mental resolve.

“Can I help you?” You asked as polite and calm as you could muster.

“Yeah, actually.” He folded his arms clearly flexing his muscles as he did “How about a date?”

It took all of your willpower to ignore the tone of muscle in his arms.

You squint your eyes at him finding the courage to look up to his face “did you not hear me? I’m not interested.”

You walk past him catching the scent of his cologne once again, this time it seemed to fill your entire body, swirling through your veins like addictive poison. A sweet, delicious toxin.

“We’ll see about that,” he called from behind you and you were glad he couldn’t see your expression.

“Careful, y/n,” Bunny warned with a sly smile “that’s a spicy one. You get caught in that trap you’ll never get out.”

Thankfully that was the last of his advances for that day. The next day however, you found he was still not deterred.

He found you once more, this time at the library as you looked for a new book to read.

“Huh, and she reads?” He asked rolling a cherry red lollipop over his tongue as he leaned against the door frame.

His voice startled you at first but quickly you rolled your eyes “I’m surprised you’re here. You don’t seem like the type.”

“The type to read?” He asked, hovering his lollipop over his lips.

“The type to be literate,” you muttered, “since you clearly ignored what I said yesterday.”

Instead of being offended he chuckled low seeming to enjoy your remark “Feisty. I like it.”

You sighed.

“Listen Billy, I know exactly about boys like you. You dote on girls, say whatever they want to hear to get them to spread their legs for you and then you don’t call them in the morning. I’m not falling for that crap.” You looked at him seriously but his soft brown eyes didn’t change expression as they darted between yours. They were soft and seemed to be filled with almost an innocent adoration you figured to be a ploy.

“Are you listening? Did you even hear a word I said?” You asked.

He took the lollipop out of his mouth with two fingers “honestly? No. I was too busy looking at how gorgeous you are.”

Despite the flutter of butterflies it awoke inside you you weren’t interested. Guys like him were bad news, good for nothing and definitely not boyfriend material. You weren’t exactly looking for a one night stand either, not with this fuckboy.

You rolled your eyes turning to leave, feeling his eyes watch your curves as you stride away.

The next part of your plan was to ignore him until he lost interest. It worked well even in the shared class together. You sat towards the front of the class while he sat in the back, leaning against the uncomfortable plastic chair.

Bunny was in that class with you too, and she leaned over to whisper to you while the teacher was occupied.

“The man is consuming you with his eyes back there, y/n. What did you say to him?” Bunny looked both confused and intrigued.

You sigh with a slight eye roll, not daring to look back at him “I told him I’m not interested.”

There was one guy you were a little interested in though since moving here.

Steve Harrington he was known as, or Steve “The Hair” Harrington Bunny called him. Total jock as well, which wasn't exactly your type but the man was gorgeous and sweet like golden honey.

When he actually paid attention to you it was a surreal feeling. How could a guy like that have any interest in someone like me?

You were hooked since the day he introduced himself to you and since then you looked forward to every chance you got to see him.

“Hey I was thinking,” Steve asked, his hazel eyes glowing as he leaned against the brick wall of the school. You were outside with the sun beaming down giving him an almost angelic appearance. “I was going to have a party at my place since my parents are gone anyways. You wanna come? You could take Bunny and her boyfriend, Eddie was it?”

“Yeah,” although it wasn’t Eddie’s scene you knew Bunny would likely drag him along if she was interested. You run your lips together before smiling “I’d like that.”

“Steve Harrington!” The loud voice booms and you close your eyes keeping back a groan.

God damnit Billy Hargrove I swear if you mess this up for me.

Steve turned his head to look at Billy, body tensing “yeah it’s me. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“King Steve! I’ve heard so much about you,” Billy smiled but his tone was anything but friendly as he slapped his arm against Steve’s back.

You roll your eyes “take it to the locker room why don’t you and leave me the hell alone Billy.”

“Is it that bad to just want to talk?” He asked innocently.

“You heard the girl,” Steve said with a glare that could kill a man.

You looked at Steve and sighed “you go on, I’ll call you later.”

Steve glared at Billy as he walked by “call me when you get back to your house.” It was a sweet gesture but you knew it was a threat to Billy that he ignored.

“Y/n,” his silky voice spoke, making you groan when Steve was out of earshot “have you been avoiding me?”

“Awww look he’s smart, putting two and two together finally?” You turned to him clearly not interested in his bullshit.

He smiled wildly when you noticed he held a cigarette between his lips “oh but it’s hard to forget about you, the absence of beauty is heavy on my heart.”

“Listen,” you turn to him and he raises his eyebrows surprised. “I know you think you’re hot shit or whatever but not every girl likes you and you’re just going to have to accept it. I'm not playing hard to get, I’m just not interested and I want you to leave me alone.”

He put his hands up defensively “alright, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”

From the treatment of guys past you were genuinely surprised at how easily he had accepted your words. He actually did seem sorry and he took his vow seriously. The next few days you hadn’t heard from him at all.

Instead you enjoyed your uninterrupted time after classes talking to Steve. You hated to admit it but you had a crush.

As you were leaving class on Thursday, you walked down the hall when a sight made your heart drop to your stomach. Steve was up against Nancy's locker with his lips pressed into hers. His ex you knew, as Bunny had filled you in.

Angry tears burned in your eyes as you walked past. Was it that you had misinterpreted his advances and he just wanted to be friends? You cursed at yourself for letting your guard down, brushing the back of your hand against your cheeks to wipe away the tears

As you stuff your books into your locker you grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. When you shut your locker you look down the hall seeing them locked in an embrace again. You thought you did your best to hide your reaction but as you glance further down the line of lockers you notice Billy looking at you, eyes melting from interest to concern.

You blink back any anger or upset feelings brewing inside you, turning and walking quickly down the hall.

“Hey, y/n,” Billy called out as you pushed past the crowd headed the opposite direction.

“Y/n!” He shouted.

You reached for the metal handle on the side door, pulling it back but his strong hand slammed it shut again.

“Listen,” Billy said and you turned to look at him.

“What do you want, Billy? I’m really not in the fucking mood,” your eyes flashed anger at him.

“It’s not fair that he did that to you,” he ran his fingers through his curls “in fact if you hadn’t ran off I probably would’ve punched him then and there.”

You let out a scoff you didn’t mean to, you didn’t want to admit it but his words did make you feel better.

“And about the other day, you’re right. I need to give you space and I was a douche bag to you for not respecting that.” He paused looking outside for a moment before back at you. “I was planning on leaving you alone without saying anything but then I saw that in the hall and-“

Your sudden strange reaction caught him off guard mid-sentence as he stopped speaking. You look over your shoulder and up the school stairwell ensuring no one was watching.

“What?” He asked and as you watched his pink lips move you knew what you needed to do; to test something.

You pushed him against the old school wall with your hand to his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck you stood on your tiptoes, losing your fingers in his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss.

As the shock wore off he took over, pulling you close to him by your waist. His soft tongue brushed against your lips requesting an entrance as you parted them for him. His taste was addicting as it swirled a tinge of sweet tobacco. His hands explored his way ever so slightly beneath the fabric of your top.

“Hey!” A teacher yelled as your body jolted in shock, pulling away from him “save it for off school property please.”

Bright red painted your cheeks but the teacher just sounded annoyed.

“Sure thing Ms. O'Donnell,” Billy’s lips were curved in a smirk as he ran his tongue over his lips.

You rolled your eyes pushing open the side door and stepping out into the cool air. You could hear his footsteps trailing behind you as you walked but you didn’t turn around.

“Would you stop running from me, please?” He seemed to growl low in his throat as you turned to look at him. “I think we should talk,” words you didn’t expect him to say.

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before turning to look at him. He stood behind you, hands in his pockets and you weren’t sure if you trusted the compassionate look in his eyes.

“What, Billy?” You sighed looking around “Look, I’ve heard the stories about you. It’s not exactly a secret that you have one night stands with whatever pretty little thing you lay your eyes on. Frankly, I’m not interested.”

“I was like that. You’re right. And normally I’d be down for that kind of thing. Since I met you though, you’re different.” He hesitated looking into the distance “ever since I saw you in that cafeteria I can’t stop thinking about you. Every day, every night. You’re always on my mind.”

The cool breeze seemed to suck the air out of your lungs as your lips parted in a gasp.

Part 2

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sweet-villain · 1 year

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Anonymous asked:

Hiiii I am in an angsty mode at the moment… so of course I have to go to the ✨angst queen ✨ …..so reader is with billy but billy cheats then begs for a second chance, reader gives them a second chance. But he cheats again so then after a while reader finds someone maybe Eddie or Steve. Then billy gets mad to find them with an arm around reader and try’s to start a fight with them. After billy is trying to flirt and get back with reader but reader is over him.

I hope this is a good angst one 🙂

Warning : Angst, Cheating

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You should of listened to your friends that guys like Billy Hargrove were no good for you. But, you loved him. He had became like a drug that you couldn't walk away from.

He walked through the halls with head held up high making his way where you stood leaning his shoulder against the locker that was next to yours. You hadn't noticed him at first getting your books out. When you were finished and shut the locker, you almost jumped out of your skin seeing him there.

" You can't just do that, Billy" you had your hand on your heart feeling it race. He laughed while chewing the gum in his mouth.

He shrugged in response. He wasn't the one that would apologize, " Walking me to class?" you asked. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder pulling you his side. Heads turned as you two walked down the hall.

Though Billy's eyes were too busy staring at the girl in front of you with a short skirt on. He watched her ass move, " Billy!" you pushed his chest noticing his attention was on her. He turned his head, just in time when you waved over to Steve who turned around the corner.

" Princess.." Billy called out to you. Steve waved back noticing you walking by him. Steve and you were really good friend, but Billy didn't like that you two were friendly. He didn't like Steve at all to begin with.

" What? He's my friend" Billy grunted. He tugged you closer to his side turning around once you were near the classroom with your books tightly held against your chest.

Billy leaned down brushing his lips with your as he softly kissed you. But it turned harsher when he gripped your hips pulling you flush against his. He felt eyes on him. Snapping his eyes opening and finding who has been watching him. It was Steve.

Billy's blue eyes bore into Steve, smirking into the kiss as you kissed him. You pulled away, breathless looking up at your boyfriend.

" I've gotta get to class" you muttered, putting a piece of hair behind your ear. Billy snapped his gum, rolling his eyes. He couldn't understand how you could be such a goody too shoes with homework, studying and showing up to class on time.

When you turned around to walk into the classroom, you felt a sting on your ass. Turning around with your cheeks flushed and glaring at your boyfriend, " Billy!" he winked at you in response as he walked away.

You didn't notice that he sent a wink to another girl that was giggling by the locker and twirling her hair.

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You were too blind to see that he would take your heart and throw it on the ground like it was nothing. You were too into your head thinking Billy Hargrove actually cared about you. That there was something there, when it wasn't. You were just part of his game.

" Aw look little miss princess is without her dog. Oh where, oh where could he be?" Carol asked, blowing a bubble with her gum as she twirled her hair.

" Piss of Carol" she dramatically put her hand on her heart like your words had some sort of affect on her. You pushed past her looking around if you could spot your boyfriend in the mass of people dancing around, drinking and snogging each other's faces off.

Steve emerged from the crowd with his hands in his pockets as his eyes found yours, his held a bit of worry and sorrow in them. He made his way over to you and gently squeezed your shoulder.

" You okay?" you asked him. This wasn't normal behavior coming from him. Why was he worried? Steve's eyebrows knitted together as realization dawned to him that you had no idea.

" Have you seen Billy?" you asked, looking around hoping he wouldn't spot you with Steve.

" Listen-" he started to say but your head turned to him not really wanting to hear his excuses on why you shouldn't be with Billy. You had all heard it all before.

" Steve, please. Tell me where he is?" Steve swallowed the lump in his mouth as he knows what you are about to see and it's not a happy sight. He sighed, " He went upstairs. But not alone."

Your heart raced at what Steve has told you and instead of staying with Steve like he wanted you too, you made your way upstairs.

" Hip Hop, look at the princess go" Tommy chuckled as he watched you race upstairs. You knocked on the first door you found and it was empty, you went to the next one and opened it without asking if someone was in there. There was a couple making out, but no sign of Billy.

" Billy!" you shouted through the halls. There were two more doors left, one door a couple had came out fixing their own clothes while the one that was left remained closed.

Your heart was racing, palms becoming sweating and feeling your eyes sting with tears as you made your way closer to the door. Your hand shakily reached out to turn the knob and when you did, a sight that broke your heart came into a clear picture.

A girl was going down on your boyfriend as his head was thrown back. His fingers were in her hair as she sucked him off. You gasped with tears rolling down your cheeks. Billy's head snapped up hearing the gasp and his eyes landed on you.

" Shit!" he muttered as he pushed the girl off of him. He was scrambling to get his pants on. " Doll, it's not what it looks like" he says buckling his pants. But you stood there, body frozen as you stared at your so called boyfriend.

" I-I loved you!" you screamed tuning around, making your way down the steps past Tommy and Carol as they snickered. Steve spotted you bolting down the steps to the front door. He growled spotting Billy running down the steps with his pants half zipped up and jacket barely on.

" it's not what it looks like!" Billy shouted racing after you out the front door. " She's nothing!" He continue to run after you down the street. The cold air whipped against your cheeks, sniffling.

" Go away, you have done enough" Billy caught up to you and grabbed onto your wrist stopping you from walking away from him.

" You have to believe me, doll. She's not you, she doesn't mean to me the way you do" you chuckled brushing away your tears with the back of your hand.

" I should of listened to my friend, everyone. You're such an asshole, you never cared about me or loved me!" you pushed at his chest. He stumbled back, catching his balance watching you cry over him.

" I'm sorry" he tried to say as it was going to solve anything.

You shook your head, " it's too late for that."

Billy watched you walk down the street, away from him with his own heart splattered on the ground.

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Everyone in school found out what had happened and eyes were constantly on you as you walked into your classes.

" You look like you need a nap" Steve mutters as you drop besides him on the bench as he took a break. He was at basketball practice asking you to come see him that he can cop your notes on what he missed the day before.

" Thanks, Harrington. Just what every girl wants to hear" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. " I gave him a very nice bloody lip and a black eye" he mutters talking about your now ex boyfriend.

You shrugged in response. Billy had been watching you interact with Steve from the other side. The ball was passed to him as he dribbled it across the court with a glare on his face.

Steve wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. It caused Billy's blood to boil that Steve had your attention now. He threw the basketball across the court towards Steve and it hit him in the head..

He fell in between the benches with his upper body in it while his legs were raised above.

" Steve!" you shouted reaching over to help him up. He waved his hands motioning to you that he was okay. He felt dizzy from the ball hitting him in the head. " Are you okay?" you asked him, glaring over to Billy. He had he biggest smirk on his face.

" 'm fine" Steve mumbled as he slide off the bench.

" Harrington, quit slacking off!" the couch yelled at him, blowing the whistle. You winced at the sound taking your bag and throwing it over your shoulder.

" I'll see you later, Steve" he nodded with a small smile as he jogged to get the ball away from the others.

You didn't even look at Billy when you walked out. His jaw clenched when you didn't look at him or even take notice of him anymore. He turned to look where Steve was dribbling the ball on the court and ran over to take it from him.

" Gotta be faster than that, buttercup" Billy teased. Steve rolled his eyes in response.

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Your feet paused making their way to the car spotting a head of curls, blue eyes locking on yours with a cigarette in his mouth leaning against your car. You moved around the car to put your book bag inside and ready to get in when he spoke up.

" Can we talk?" he asked, taking his cigarette out of his mouth as he rounded around the car. " We don't have anything to talk about, Hargrove" he scoffed at the usage of his last name like when he first met you. You would always use his last name when you talked to him.

" I-I miss you" he says, dropping his cigarette and stomping it with his foot. " I d-din't mean for it to happen the way it happened.." he shrugged as he looked at the ground. He was too afraid to look at you to see the way you would look at him. Like he was a mistake.

" But it did happen, it didn't even cross your mind that you Billy, Billy Hargrove were dating. Dating someone that cared so deeply about you, that loved you, that adored you, that would do anything to make you happy."

His lip quivered as his eyes brimmed with tears. He hated that you were making him feel like this in the middle of the school parking lot where anyone can turn and look to see how vulnerable he looked.

" P-Please.. I'll do a-anything to make it w-work between u-us" he says through his tears. You took notice that people stopped to listen to your conversation with him now and they were whispering.

You made your way up to him, peeking through his curls to see how upset he looked and your heart ached at the sight. You loved him still, even if he took your heart and ran it over.

" Come over for dinner tonight and we'll talk" He snapped his head up hearing you, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he nodded in response. He took notice people have turned to look at him.

" What are you looking at?!" He shouted, raising his hands up. " Don't you have places to be?!" He shouted in anger, a hand on his arm stops him from snapping. He turns his head to look down at you.

" Get home safe" you tell him before getting into your car and driving off.

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Billy had came over around dinner time and you answered in wearing one of his shirts and a pair of sweats with your hair up. The sight made Billy smile, the real smile that no one would usually see unless they were you.

He stepped inside your house, your parents were out on a business trip while you were left alone to take care of the house. You weren't lonely, Nancy had came over the other day as you two studied and painted each other nails. Tina had stopped by to drop some cookies and tell you about the new gossip going around.

" It smells really good" Billy says as he sniffed the air. His stomach grumbled as his mouth watered.

" I saved you a plate" you mumbled making your way into the kitchen where Billy followed you as he sat down on one of the chairs. You put a plate of spaghetti in front of him with garlic bread on the side and grabbed him a glass of water too.

" Thank you" he mumbles taking the fork you had placed down as he dug in. He noticed you weren't eating with him and twirled some spaghetti on his fork as he offered it to you.

" I'm not really hungry" Billy waited not pulling the fork back until you opened your mouth and he fed you. " But you must be really hungry, this is for you" you pushed his plate closer to him.

" I can share" he says. He turned to look at you to see you were playing with the ring on your finger. It was a nervous habit of yours that he picked up on while being with you.

" What do you wanna talk about?" he asked once he finished the plate you made him. He did offer you bites of the food but you refused and pushed it to his mouth.

" You really hurt me" he nods, hanging his head. " I know, and I didn't mean it."

" Do you care about me?" Billy swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked down at his lips. He did care about you, a lot. He does. It's really hard to get the words out sometimes.

" I do, you know that" he mumbles.

" Then why did you decide that at that party to go ruin what we had?" he shrugged in response. Billy hadn't really thought of an answer to give to you on why he did what he did.

" Don't give me that!" you shouted, glaring at him. His jaw set hearing you started to yell and it pissed him off. " I don't know what you want me to say!" he shouted raising his hands up in the air.

" Forget it, Billy. You know where the door is" you got up taking his plate to the sink but when you turned around, there he stood leaning his body against yours and trapping you against the counter.

His hand rose up to brush the hair away from your face.

" I'm not leaving until your mine again" he mumbles. " You cheated on me..."

" I didn't mean it, doll. Believe me. The only girl I ever wanted was you, no one else. There is no one else. You make me happy and feel safe. It's you"

Right there you believed him. His words melted. your heart.

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A note landed on your desk the following two days and you rose your head to look around to see if you could spot who had dropped it. No one dared to look your way knowing what it said already. Steve was sitting on the other side drawing on his desk while you took the note in your hands and opening it.

Your boyfriend and Stephanie Lawrence were fooling around in the boys locker room

You gasped, looking around the room once more to see if anyone looked your way once more. You rose your hand up and the teacher called on you.

" May I be excused? I don't feel so well" you grabbed onto your stomach in pain. The teacher nodded telling you to go to the nurses office. You stood up from the chair and grabbed onto your things catching Steve's attention as his eyebrows knitted together seeing the panic look on your face.

He rose up from his seat to catch you look at him.

" Are you okay?" he mouths to you. You shook your head in response racing out of the classroom to your locker where you felt the tears sting your eyes. This wasn't happening again. Billy said he wasn't going to do this again.

Your head felt dizzy and everything was spinning. You didn't know what happen but the next thing you knew you fainted with arms catching you before you hit the ground.

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You groaned as you rose up in your bed, not really knowing what happened when a hand lays on your forehead stopping you from going anywhere.

" Where do you think your going?" your eyes landed on Steve sitting besides you on your bed. " What happened?" you asked, raising up on your elbows.

" You fainted, I took you to the nurses office and brought you home" he says. " My car!" you shouted remembering it was in the parking lot.

" It's here, Jonathan brought it" he says.

Suddenly you remembered the note, " Steve?" you asked. Your heart racing at the thought of it being true. " Yeah?" he asked.

" Is Billy cheating on me again?" his lips grew in a thin line as he looked away in silence. It had been all over the school that he's been fooling around with Stephanie, one of the cheerleaders.

" It is.." you mumbled, " god, I'm so stupid"

" You're not stupid, it's him. He doesn't deserve you" he turned his head watching just in time as the tears ran down your cheeks. " Oh Y/N" he says opening his arms. You rose off the bed moving over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

You cried in Steve Harrington's arms that day. That day Steve realized that he wanted to the one to put you back together.

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It was true, Billy was cheating on you with Stephanie. Everyone was talking about it and yet you were tired of it. Billy had broken your heart many times over and over but you had enough.

You hadn't talked or seen Billy in the past three days, and he tried to call you. You didn't pick up. He tried to see you at school but you avoided him in all ways you could. He tried to sit outside your house but you didn't come out. You found a way out through the back of another house that was across from you. There was a gate but you had to get tackled by a dog. It was a risk you were willing to take.

A harsh knock came to the door causing you to groan as you tried to study for one of the upcoming tests that you were having. You needed to pull your grade up to graduate next year.

" No one is home!" you shouted through the door hoping they would go away but they kept knocking. " Jesus, I'm coming. Hold your bananas!"

You threw the door open ready to chew out the person who was bothering you out when your eyes landed on your so called boyfriend.

" Can I help you, William?" he scoffed hearing you use his real name.

" That's not my name, princess and you know it" he says leaning against the doorframe. " what's going on, I haven't seen you much baby. I miss you" he tried to reach out with his hands to touch you but you stepped out of his reach with your arms across your chest.

" Okay, what's wrong?" he asked. " Why won't you let me touch you?"

" Because I don't know where your hands been. Must been buried deep in Stephanie" his eyes widen at your words.

" Baby, she's not-" you cut him off.

" She's not what it seems, that you need me, that you love me, that I am your forever... yeah yeah.. Hargrove. That's old news" his mouth dropped open by the end of your sentence .

" Y/N, you know I love you"

" That's bullshit, you're fucking bullshit!" you posted a finger at him. " Don't ever call me baby ever again, you're disgusting. You're a heartless asshole and I don't want to ever see you again. We're done!" you slammed the door in his face before he could say anything else.

" You're going to regret this! I know you love me! You need me!" he shouted through the door, with one bang to the door he walked down the path to his car in anger.

You didn't need Billy Hargrove. You didn't need a cheater like him.

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It's been two weeks since you and Billy have been done. He had tried multiple times to get you back weather leaving presents by your front door, leaving notes in your locker room telling you how much he loved you, leaving a mix tape on top of your desk before you got to class. He knew your classes.

You rolled your times every time and threw each item away. You were getting over Billy Hargrove and everyone around you couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe it when Steve Harrington was the reason you started to smile and laugh.

Billy watched from down the hall in anger seeing Steve blow raspberries against your cheeks causing you to laugh. He used to make you laugh like that.

He huffed in anger.

" Are we still going out tonight?" he heard one of girls that kept following him ask him. He hadn't paid attention to her as his eyes were on you and Steve Harrington.

" I need to get to class, Steve" you squealed as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his body as he left kisses all over your face.

You had moved on from Billy finding your happy self with Steve. He has been there for you every chance he got. He really made it all.

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" You dating Harrington now?" you heard the familiar voice of your ex boyfriend. Your back was to him as you turned around to face him for the first time in awhile. Billy had noticed the brighter look in your eyes and the way your lips lit up in a small smile.

" What's it to you if I was?" you asked.

Billy's fist opened and closed by his side as he gritted his teeth.

" It matters to me because you don't move on from someone like me to someone like him. He's nothing compared to me" Billy growled.

" He makes me happier" those words were all it took to break Billy Hargrove's heart as he lets them sink in. There is silence between the two of you.

" I hope you find your happiness, Billy. I do. You've hurt me way to many times and I didn't want that in my life. I wanted to be happy, and I found that with Steve."

Billy scoffed.

" Maybe one day you can be a part of my life again, but not yet. I'm not ready for you to be back in my life. For what it's worth, I really did love you Billy and you did make me happy. But he does it better, better than you ever did"

You knew you hurt him with your words. It shows in his eyes. He had a way of showing how he felt through those blue eyes.

" I'll wait till your ready" he says, "I'm sorry" he adds knowing you needed to hear it from him. He's not a man to apologize but with you, he do it over and over again.

" It might take years"

" I will wait as long as I need" Billy says. He walked away to his car wishing he would take everything back. He watched as you walked to Steve's car, throwing your arms around him and going on your toes to kiss him. It stung him to watch you with the one person he hated.

But he was going to wait to be back in your life, even if it was being friends with you. You made him feel safe.

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18 | chapter six

summary: billy asks the sky something and your plan backfires.

warnings: swearing.

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“Are you stalking me?” you snapped at him while your eyes narrowed but he scoffed, seemingly annoyed at the

question.

“No,” he lied.

In all honesty, Billy wasn’t exactly stalking you. Oakland street was simply already on his lists of neighborhoods he liked to drive by but the number of times he drove over there after you’d moved to the street had fairly risen a little bit.

Like, he drove by almost every day.

In his defense, it was because he struggled a lot to try to understand you. When he’d met you, you seemed like you were dangerous and wicked, brave and confident but then you showed up to the school, acting like a little goody-goody two-shoes cheerleader who then flipped him off and cursed every time he walked by. In the last few days, he’d been rejecting more times by you, than ever in his whole life. It came to the point that he didn’t even speak, he stayed silent and simply looked at you almost as if he was hoping that you were joking, that you wouldn’t simply hate his guts without even actually knowing him.

Although, if he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d expected- that you’d be excited to see him? That you would crack a smile, finally, to any of his compliments? But with how you’d acted the last week, he knew that that wouldn’t happen, this was you, that he was talking about.

And yet, he still thought that you might be capable of emotion other than blind hate for him.

Too bad he was fucking wrong.

“That’s a yes,” you stated blankly. “Stop being a fucking peeping tom,” you replied and Billy notice immediately the exhaustion on your voice and he felt sick. It had only been a day since you were flipping him off, but you’d change dramatically from one day to another. You had dark circles under your eyes, your eyes seemed a bit puffy and red, and your skin seemed a bit paler than you remembered- or maybe it was the lighting, he thought.

And Billy was worried for a second.

“I’m not, I just-” he struggled with his own words but as you always seemed to do, you were cutting him off.

“You know what Hargrove, I really couldn’t care less about your reasons just stop,” you muttered before closing your locker and you walked away from him.

Billy stayed silent for a second.

Billy’s chest ached a bit, but he attempted to mask his hurt in front of you and the school -as he had sworn to himself, he had decided to never show weakness in front of anyone again. It had been over a week since you’d met at dawn and talked. He’d really felt like he connected with you in a way he had never connected to anyone and yes, he might’ve been also lusting after you but there was something in Billy that let him feel a raw emotion for you, and he’d let his hopes up as soon as he’d met you in lunch.

But then, you’d iced Billy out and after your little conversation, you’d never even given him a chance to talk. Instead, you were giving everyone else a chance to meet you, a chance of getting to know you and that’s why he’d passed so many times in front of your new place… he couldn’t help but wonder who you’d open up to.

He wondered about it throughout the day. He wondered if truly god -the universe- was simply toying with him, placing you in front of him in a way he couldn’t possibly ignore, making you part of his daily life just for the sake of torturing him. Maybe that was it, maybe Billy as he had always known, didn’t deserve good things to happen to him, maybe this was another one of those times. He couldn’t help but feel immense agony as he glanced at the back of your head at English class, where you sat at the front.

And for probably the second time in his life, he asked something from the higher power that liked to toy with him.

Although he knew he didn’t believe in it, he decided that maybe it was worth a shot.

Please, just send me a sign or I’ll let her go, he thought to himself as his eyes turned to the window next to him, he stared at the sky for a moment.

Just a moment before his thoughts were snapped by the words of Mrs. Clarke.

“Hargrove and y/n/l,” she stated as she pulled her glasses down for a second. Billy frowned as he turned to you, who seemed to be grinding your teeth but refused to look at him, if Billy was being honest he wasn’t paying much attention that day, although English was his favorite class. “Great Gatsby is your book,” she stated and Billy’s jaw dropped for a second.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t help yourself from swearing.

You turned to him, Billy’s eyes had a mischievous glint and you wrinkled your nose in dissatisfaction. The rest of the class started to murmur and some laughed. As if you weren’t already having a bad day, you thought. Therefore, simply shrank in your seat as you turned to see Mrs. Clarke again as she hadn’t even noticed what had happened, completely uninterested in what her students were talking about and she continued repeating name after name.

But you, you didn’t hear anything else that she was saying, your mind simply examined how to fucking get out of doing an assignment with Billy Hargrove. You had managed to get some information on Billy during your lunches with the gang and none of it was good. He wasn’t a top A student, he was a bully, he had almost broken Steve Harringtons' nose one time and he had hooked up with multiple girls in school, god, and even (supposedly) with mothers.

You couldn’t be near that kind of a mess. Not after everything that happened with you in Chicago, and so you decided that the best way to avoid it, was simply talking with Mrs. Clarke after class.

“Hargrove,” you grumbled as Billy passed in front of you, like most of the class he was already leaving but when he heard his name on your lips, he turned around with a teasing smile. “Stay,” you ordered him and he simply nodded before he looked at you.

You still seemed kind of sick but now your jaw was set in annoyance and your eyes had the same fire they did when you first met. You even looked a bit more like yourself from that day, he gazed down at your legs like he’d done when you first met but then his eyes met yours and they were met with a chilling glare as you took your bag and quickly leaned on the desk of Mrs. Clarke, who was reading Pride and Prejudice, unaware of the scene taking place in front of her.

“Mrs. Clarke?” you asked and she raised her gaze uninterested.

You sighed, knowing this could be harder than what you’d anticipated. See, you usually did well with teachers and Mrs. Clarke was good at her subject but she seemed to block out any noise that came from her students unless it had to do with the topics you were touching on in the class. Maybe it was a defense mechanism from all the years of experience but you digressed giving it another thought.

“I was wondering if I could do this project by myself,” you stated with a sweet smile while she blinked. “With my academic record and my plans to study English in college, I truly believe it would be for the best interest of the project if I did it alone,”

Mrs. Clarke stared at you for a moment, her expression unreadable for you as you waited for her to simply mutter a yes but she didn’t.

“Hm,” she said, a blank look still on her gaze before she turned to Billy who was leaning against the classroom wall, seemingly ignoring the conversation. “What do you say, Hargrove?”

Billy shrugged, acting as uninterested as he could although deep down he couldn’t wait for the other shoe to drop. “Whatever you say, Mrs. Clarke,” he finally muttered as he placed his hands on his pockets while you gave him an incredulous look.

“See? He doesn’t even care already,” you grumbled as you pointed at him, thinking that Billy’s action might encourage Mrs. Clarke to make the right choice. “I can’t work with that,”

Mrs. Clarke finally place her book down and sighed.

“Mrs. y/l/n, you might not know this because you are new but Mr. Hargrove over here is my best student,” she stated while you just felt your stomach dropping. You turned to Billy, who was puffing his chest a bit and he wiggled his eyebrows at you before Mrs. Clarke continued. “And with the grades that you brought from your other school, I sincerely hope you give me an amazing project on this book. There will be no changes,” she finished and you swallowed hard, splotchy red appearing on your cheeks. “Now, if you excuse me, I need some coffee,” Mrs. Clarke finished before she took her book and walked right out of the class.

Billy stayed silent for a second as he watched you carefully. He wondered if you were going to pass out but you simply sucked in a breath to keep yourself composed. In all honesty, you did feel like you were going to pass out as you felt an awful sinking feeling in your gut as you realized how you’d acted just now. You felt terrible for a second, maybe Billy Hargrove was a dick and an asshole but you had tried to basically humiliate him in front of a teacher because you were having a shitty day and it had backfired.

And now, you felt like you couldn’t even look at him in the eyes.

Before you realized what you were doing, you walked out of the classroom, unclear of your schedule for a second and feeling completely and utterly humiliated to the point that as you walked through a mostly empty hallway, you were trying to clear the gummy tears of your throat, you weren’t sure why exactly you wanted to cry but you just knew you felt awful.

“y/n,” you heard him saying in his husky voice that quickly sent shivers down your spine but you continued walking. “y/n, stop please,” he repeated before he was taking your hand and made you turn around.

Your eyes landed on his hand, on yours. His grip was firm and his hands were big, you hadn’t realized either before, and for some reason, you felt your heartbeat racing a bit as he suddenly brushed his thumb over your knuckles. There were scars over them and your eyes flickered between his hand and his face. He was looking at you almost apprehensively, but he didn’t let go. Your eyes turned to your hands once more and you realized how warm he was and although his hands felt rough, his touch was so light and careful, as if you might break.

You let out a breath before you were pulling your hand away from his, clearing your throat before you spoke, scared that it might sound too small and weak.

“What?”

Billy sighed, realizing that whatever act you were putting on had just faded away for a second but now it was back. “I just want to talk about the project,” he lied while he passed a hand through his blonde curls as one fell over his forehead so perfectly that you had to look away for a second.

You sighed. You knew you’d been a bit unfair to him since you saw him again at lunch the day you’d met and although you’d tried to avoid him, destiny or whatever force you believed in at the moment -not that you believed a lot- had forced you to work with him, so at least you thought, you had to give him a chance.

“If I let you talk to me about the project after school will you stop stalking me?” you asked him.

Billy’s eyes suddenly light up, they seemed bluer than ever before. Like when the sea it’s getting hit by the sun in the morning.

“Yes,” he breathed out, almost as if he was relieved that you hadn’t pushed him away anymore and you smiled.

“Meet me here,” you muttered before pulling out a card from your backpack. “Afterschool and don’t be late,” you grumbled but Billy simply nodded happily and you turned away. Maybe he wasn’t that bad, you thought.

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calicheer-cove · 4 months

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Let’s Get Physical (NSFW)

Summary: Billy is home alone working out and decides to take a “personal break” from lifting weights. Chrissy comes over to surprise Billy after cheer practice. If only she knew what she would find when she let herself in.

The cheer team were sitting on the bleachers watching the basketball team practice for the big game this Friday. Shirts vs skins, the kings of Hawkins, Steve and Billy were focused on each other. The reigning ruler of Indiana and the sovereign surfer of California, one on one upon the court. Steve was sweating bullets, barely able to keep up with his fellow senior. Meanwhile Billy was glistening, his toothy smile taunting Harrington as he easily blocked and maneuvered his body to successfully get the ball and make it into the net.

Aside from the earthy brown eyes focusing on Hargrove, another pair had watched from afar. Blue as the sky in springtime after a long rainstorm. Having to quickly look away from the tanned and toned Adonis as his ocean orbs met hers. Chrissy’s pale cheeks glowed behind her manicured hand, feigning as if she wasn’t staring at him the moment she entered the gymnasium. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that she was looking, no, ogling him. Her little “good girl” front was merely a mask to everyone that knew her, Billy knew that it was all a ruse. She has needs, feelings, desires; she was only human after all, just like him.

Chrissy, his beloved Chrissy, the antithesis of his whole being: Kind, generous, and humble. Yet what they differed in terms of appearance and interests, they had a little more in common than they realized. Difficult upbringings, unfair pressure put on them from a young age, and having to maintain a stupid image that often resulted in some form of damage to their psyche. No one could have imagined that someone so goody two shoes would ever get involved with someone so dangerous.

Getting paired up for an assignment in English class was all that it took for the beast and the beauty to start seeing each other. Suddenly those late afternoons spent at the library were meant for more than answering questions for class. One date turned into a second, then a third, fourth, and so on. Young love is a beautiful gift, the kind that would keep on giving; sometimes in more ways than one.

The weekend finally arrived, Billy had the place to himself. No one to push him around or bother him, just him and his weights while blasting his mixtape at full volume. His grunts were like that of a wild animal, loud, guttural, and deep. His muscles flexing and relaxing with each motion, strengthening his body to its fullest potential. His curls stuck to his moistened forehead, droplets of sweat cascading down his beautiful form. His scent, a combination of natural body odor and musk mixed with the cigarette resting in the ashtray and the half can of beer left on the nearby shelf. Blood rushed from his heart throughout the rest of his form, but oddly enough it began to pool more in one specific place. Well for Billy, it wasn’t that strange to get a little excited after a good workout. He placed the weight back onto its support beam, turned off his tunes, and made his way to the bathroom. Normally a cold shower would do just the trick, but he remembered that he was all alone. Hargrove made sure that the front door was locked, the windows were shut, and the blinds were drawn in his room.

“Fuck… ooh…” Billy groaned as he cradled his pulsating hard on.

His shorts felt like a prison on his cock, so tight and sealed around himself. Billy palmed his aching center, biting down on his lip as he eased himself into the delicious pressure of his hand. He wasn’t the kind of person to whip it, jerk it, then take a nap. Billy loved the anticipation, the build up, the calm before the storm. If there was one thing that he knew, it was the importance of taking his time. This was true for himself and his partners. Foreplay was like a second language to him, an art form that he relished in. Who better to receive it than himself?

He stood before his reflection, thick fingers tracing along the curved imprint within the material of his shorts. A delicious tactile examination of the shape, circumference, and weight of his erection. Even if he was the embodiment of Narcissus, so what? At least Billy could do what that deity could not, truly enjoy himself beyond just staring at his reflection. He softly gasped at the sensation of the cool air embracing his dick, tossing the meager red shorts aside to an unknown corner. DaVinci himself could have never sculpted a more impressive man. His cock twitched as did his muscles, little over a half hard by the looks of it. His large hand held the hot and pulsating organ, sliding it between his compressed fingers. His eyes focused on the incredible cock both in his fist and in the mirror. Suddenly, he can feel his legs start to lock up, heading straight for his mattress to continue.

Saturday’s cheer practice left Chrissy feeling as if her legs were made of jelly, yet still she biked down the long stretch of road to his home. What better way to spend the day than with her beloved? She figured that maybe they could stay in to watch a movie and simply enjoy each other’s company. Her heart soared at the sight of his Camaro, the only car in the driveway. Chrissy fished for the duplicate key that he gifted to her recently, no one else, not even Max knew about it. She thought that maybe it would be fun to surprise him, walking her bike around to the back door instead. Carefully and quietly letting herself in, her olfactory senses taking in the smell of cigarettes and booze; as well as himself. Billy had a certain distinct scent that made her body tingle. Something strangely primal awakened in her the first time her nostrils caught a whiff of him; the same was said for him towards her natural odor.

Her ears caught the sound of heavy breathing. Was he hurt? Did he push himself too much with his exercises? And why did Chrissy feel a dull sensation between her thighs? She creeped over to the source, she was so close.

“Chrissy…” he groaned.

She quietly pressed her back against the wall. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she should just get out and leave! She covered her mouth and stayed perfectly still. There’s no way he could have seen her!

“Oh, ooh, Chrissy… mmm, baby.”

There it was, the dullness had returned this time a little stronger. It felt nice, better than nice. Chrissy gulped when he called her name again, feeling it crawl into her ear and shoot straight down to her pussy. Her mind tried to fill in the blank, but she shook her head. No! Don’t be dirty! Get your mind out of the gutter! Chrissy decided that a quick peek would indicate that her thoughts were incorrect, even though her heart and her hips said otherwise. She motioned herself closer, peaking over the wall to get a better look.

Hard, hot, and sweaty were the three words to best describe such an incredible moment. Her blue eyes took in every detail of his form: The crease between his furrowed eyebrows, the rising and falling of his chest, the flexing muscles along his thighs, the way his toes curled his bedsheets. And his hand, his big, strong hand touching his hard on like that. The way he called her name was certainly not quenching the fire growing within her as well. She had to look away, but her eyes were glued to the golden skinned surfer. His lovely locks draped around his head like a pretty halo.

Chrissy turned away and looked down at her lower half, there was an unusual moistened sensation between her thighs. She shouldn’t do it, she’s been told that touching yourself is bad and “good girls” never do such “sinful” things. Her hand moved slowly into her skirt, lithe fingers confirming the fact that she was wet. Maybe if she just squeezed herself then she could get rid of this feeling and head out. She bit down on her lip, refusing to let a little moan from emitting. It didn’t help, but it felt oh so good. Lightly gripping her covered mons pubis had excited her, but she had to remain quiet.

“Take it, fucking take it Chrissy, yeah that’s right. Ooh, you’re a good girl,” Billy growled.

“Fuck it,” she whispered, letting her legs guide her to the door frame. “Billy.”

His eyes shot straight open, hand gripping harder at the sight of his love. A playful smirk stretched across his face, “Am I dreaming or is that you Cunningham?”

“Billy,” she whined, her face like a rose, her own flower blossoming open.

He knew that look, he’d seen it many, many times with others; it suited Chrissy. Billy sat up and batted his eyelashes, spreading his thighs to reveal more of himself. Chrissy couldn’t believe her eyes, her heart beat boomed loudly in her ears at such a delectable sight. Her mouth started to water, the pulsations within her growing.

“Here kitty, kitty,” Billy chuckled as he curled his finger. “Come here, yeah that’s a good girl.”

She stood before him, hands at her side and her eyes on the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. She lifted her skirt, unable to hide her playful smile. Billy’s long fingers followed the shape of her trembling lips along her panties, so wet and soft. He leaned forward and kissed the little bit of belly peeking out from above. Such a simple act should have not made her feel so breathless, yet it did. His lovely lips gifted her stomach, hips, and thighs with more smooches, purposely avoiding the one place where she wanted him most.

“Billy, you’re mean,” she grumbled impatiently.

Her little coo after gently snapping her panties made him chuckle, “You’re sweet when you’re angry.”

She crossed her arms, “I’m not angry, I’m- Ooh!”

Chrissy’s eyes widened at the touch of his needy palms grabbing her rear. Softly squishing her plush, little cheeks together before letting them slide down his fingers. Billy breathed in her delectable scent, mouth watering at the irresistible aroma. Pressing his nose to her undergarments to get a better whiff, he could practically taste her.

“Take them off Billy,” she groaned.

Her wish was his command, fingertips graciously removing them. Even though she was fully clothed, the thrill of being bare beneath her uniform only made her excitement heighten. She immediately climbed on top of him, securely wrapping her arms around his neck to share a long and intimate kiss. Their tongues performed a passionate tango, pushing, dipping, and slithering against each other before they had to break away for air.

“Billy, I want you,” she confessed, looking into his crystal clear eyes.

His hands firmly grasped her hips, motioning her lower lips along his shaft, relishing in her moans, “You want me?” His lips pecked her jawline, “How do you want me?” Another one upon her neck, “Come on, tell me.”

All she could muster up were squeals. The contrast between his gentle kisses and fingers digging into her flesh made her mind go into a whirl. The heat of his cock along her moistened lips was so incredibly welcoming. She needed to have more of him, she wanted to touch his skin. Chrissy hurried and removed her top, pushing her bare breasts upon his pecs. Billy moved her back so he could admire the pretty pair, tanned fingers caressing the small bundles, thumb and forefinger gingerly teasing her pebbled nipple.

“Your tits are perfect, Chrissy,” he stated, giving her other nipple a kiss. “So soft, perky, and beautiful.”

She was at a loss for words when he held it between his lips, another moan trickling out. He showed her teat with the kind of love that she never knew she needed. Gently suckling while the tip of his tongue twirled it with precise ease. She bounced at the pleasant tightening around her nipple when he hollowed his cheeks. Billy kept his sights on her, his mind taking in every little movement, every expression, and each sound that spilled from her throat. She loved this, she loved his attentive mouth and how he was using it.

Chrissy wiped away the little line of drool by his lip after he pulled his head back and released her with a wet pop, “Billy, oh my god…”

He nuzzled his nose to her flesh, tracing the shape of her chest as he approached her other one. The bulbous tip of his nose circled her nipple, letting his mouth finish the job before taking a hold of it.

“Oh, ooh, oh Billy…” Chrissy moaned as she played with his sunshine curls. “Harder, please harder.”

He obliged, trying to stop himself from smiling around her. Widening his jaw as much as he could, sheltering her breast within his warm mouth. Chrissy dotted the top of his head with kiss after kiss, closing her eyes as she allowed her pleasure to wash over her. He freed her once more and she looked down to admire his work. She was extra sensitive now, that was especially evident when he blew cool air on them. Billy brought her in for another round of deep, tongue filled kisses. Their bodies rolled over until her back was to the mattress. His hands followed the soft curves of her form, so soft and so delicate. She touched his hollowed cheek, the caressings further encouraging him to suck on her more and more until he released her.

Chrissy looked down at her nipples, so hard and so sensitive. The skin of her pale flesh was a lovely shade of light red. She delicately touched the stimulated surfaces, letting out a gentle whimper. Billy planted more kisses from her chest down to her belly, snuggling his face closer to her as he approached her cheer skirt. He sat up and held her leg, continuing to press more kisses upon her skin; proceeding to remove her sneakers and socks before giving her feet little pecks. He admired the coy and playfully shy young woman smiling at him. Her lithe fingers trailing her smaller form, never breaking eye contact as she lifted her legs and spread them.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so sexy,” Billy groaned as he slid her skirt off, and then slithered his tongue into her.

“Oh! Oh god!” Chrissy moaned, tightly grasping his curls. “Y-Yes! Yes!”

He was a menace with that reptilian tongue of his, tucking it between both sets of lower lips. Ravishing her with long and slow strokes, collecting and swallowing her incredibly delicious nectar. He savored her pussy, the tip of his tongue twirling the shape of her clitoris before wrapping his lips around it. The sounds of his wet mouth filled her ears, hips rising to deepen the connection between the two of them. Inner muscles clenching and spasming, thighs shaking, and heart pounding.

“Billy!” She cried out when he hummed around her pulsating button. “O-Oh god!”

Her legs wrapped him up nicely in a tight and warm embrace. Her eyes tried to focus on the beach boy’s performance, meeting his ocean orbs for a moment. He stopped briefly, taking in the lovely sight of the blushing cheerleader. Chrissy played with the ringlet curls that framed his sculpted face, giving him a shy smile as if he wasn’t just going down on her seconds ago. His smile was genuine, flirtatious of course, but authentic nonetheless. Soft and sweet were those pink lips upon her reddening flesh. His eyes half lidded, teeth gingerly squishing her petals without leaving any markings. She giggled, nibbling her bottom lip when he nuzzled his face between her legs once more. Gifting her vulva and labia with his hungry mouth, showing her mercy as Billy eased his pace.

She sighed blissfully, letting herself slide further down the hills of satisfaction, “Ooh… oh yeah, oh fuck.”

“You like it right there, baby?” Billy asked in an almost mocking tone, knowing what the answer was when her body experienced another delicious jolt. “Come here Chrissy, that’s it sweet girl.”

There didn’t seem to be any point in him telling her to move as he eased her up and positioned her exactly where he wanted her. In her daze she was able to get a glimpse of the blonde man resting comfortably below her. Looking nice and pretty beneath her cream colored thighs, tanned fingers giving her ass a playful squeeze.

Her voice was so tender, “Billy, could I do something while you eat me out?”

God she was so sweet, he wanted to do the work, but he was curious, “Yeah, do whatever you want.”

She let out a little coquettish hum as she turned around and got herself into position. She laid across his stomach, sheepishly sliding across his torso, and slowly motioning her pussy and ass in the process of getting closer to his cock. Billy dug his nails into her legs when he felt her tongue slowly circle his fleshy head, his brain trying to make the connection of her plan.

“Oh! Ooh… mmm,” he grunted, making sure to keep his hips planted into the mattress.

Chrissy giggled as she teased his hard on, cradling him with her warm hands. She could only imagine what he must have looked like: Eyes shut, hair around his blushing face, and an expression that was caught between pleasure and having to hold back from finishing. Her tongue followed his exact shape and circumference, fingertips lightly brushing along the veins, adoring the way he growled.

She looked over her shoulder, “Billy are you gonna keep going?”

His mouth returned to her puffy petals, delighting in the delicacy of seconds just for him. Chrissy had nearly lost her grip, having to force herself to stay down rather than arch up. Taking that moment to engulf him as much as her mouth would allow. He was big, he didn’t see himself as pornstar big (even though he wished he was), but Chrissy was more than happy to take whatever he had to offer. She tried to focus on bobbing her head, trying to breathe through her nostrils all while attempting to not think about the expertise tongue work of her boyfriend. Sucking in her cheeks, gingerly massaging his tightened sack, and jerking off whatever she couldn’t fit. Billy was no stranger to having his dick sucked, regardless if he was standing, sitting, or currently doing the old 69 with her. He enjoyed it as much as the next guy, but not as much as giving his partners pleasure. Chrissy deserved more, so much more than anyone he was with prior.

Chrissy was about to take him again, suddenly finding herself gasping when his fingers gripped her legs, “B-Billy!”

He was ravenous, drinking from her like a parched animal after finally finding water in the desert. Her feeble attempt to return was cut short by the hot, rushing bolts surging through her. She pressed her cheek upon his stomach, inching back to feel more of him. He basked in her incredible taste and intoxicating moans. Smirking deviously along her pussy as she screamed with delight, her hips thrusting upon his perfect mouth. As much as he loved the sight of her pulsating center and lovely ass, he missed looking at her beautiful face.

He sat up and cradled her in his arms, pecking her forehead as he whispered in that gentle tone of his. “I’m here Chrissy, I’m here.” He moved her bangs away from her moistened face, “I love you.”

Chrissy nuzzled into his warm chest, sensing the vibration of his beating heart upon her cheek. She was loved, adored, and spoiled silly by him. Her mind felt as if she were floating, body weightless and soaring to a heightened state of growing ecstasy.

“I love you Billy,” she whispered against his breast, lips softly sprinkling kisses upon his pectorals.

Billy watched the way her needy mouth wandered along the lining of his chest. Princess pink lips along sun kissed flesh, her tongue slithering out in the process. He let out a soft moan, curious to know what she would do next. He was never one to let his partners do anything to him, aside from sucking his dick. To his surprise, she navigated her tongue closer and closer to his nipple. Lathering the hardened bud with careful licks and gentle kisses, a quiet hum escaping her throat. His jaw dropped as he witnessed her eagerly take it between her lips, sucking on it softly. He could sense his cock twitching, his brain experiencing a pleasant tingling sensation. Her hand slid from his belly to his other nipple, twirling it around before softly dialing it. Why has he denied himself this great feeling? His blue eyes met hers, caressing her locks as she switched to the other. Her mouth started to venture down, making every effort to kiss as much of his flesh until she reached his cock once more.

Billy craned his neck back, his moans and praises made her lower half tremble. He held up her locks, focusing his attention on the seemingly shy lady give him an incredible performance. He nearly choked when her hand reached down to hold his stiffened sack, gingerly massaging his two fleshy bundles between her fingers.

“Fuck, babe… ooh Chrissy…”

Chrissy fluttered her eyelashes, looking up at him briefly, her mind taking notes of his face. The scrunched up eyebrows, his bitten down lower lip, the way his eyes struggled to stay open. She may not be a connoisseur of pornographic magazines like him, yet this was one of the sexiest images that her brain would forever imprint. Touching and teasing his manhood with precision, sinking in her cheeks as she slowly, very slowly went down on him. Chrissy had often fantasized about him in the early hours of the morning, losing herself in a world of incredible fantasy; well she no longer had to imagine anymore.

“Chrissy, stop, please stop, stop.”

She felt her heart drop, “Did I do something wrong?”

He was quick to reassure her with a kiss and a smile, “No baby, no you’re amazing. I just… I don’t want to cum yet. Not until you do it first. Come here.”

Two nude bodies held onto one another, sharing a beautiful series of kisses. Soft and gentle exchanges as their hands traced every inch of skin that they could find until their fingers intertwined. Softly rolling upon the mattress, he kept her close to ensure her safety, being careful not to put all of his weight on her. If only he knew how much she loved the feeling of being practically crushed by him.

“Billy…” Chrissy groaned. “Billy, please, please fuck me.”

His chuckle made her spine tingle, “Anything for you, Chrissy.”

She was more than ready, looking up at him with nothing but love in those lust driven, delirious eyes. His big hands traced her form from shoulders to hips, wanting to remember everything about this moment. He proceeded to spread her legs, kissing her thighs one more time before grabbing his rock hard cock.

“Stop me if it’s too much, okay?”

She offered him a love sick smile as she nodded. Even in her state, she could feel her heart burst with joy when he said that. Billy may have been a bad boy, but he knew about the importance of safety and choice. Chrissy’s nails began to dig into his shoulders, oh god the tip was in. He waited for a moment, she told him to keep going and he obeyed. Her squealing grunts did not come from a place of pain. Her mind set off multiple jolts from the careful stretching between her legs. Sparks ran up and down her form as Billy continued, trying her best to wrap her legs around his torso. He kissed her, soft and delicate smooches suddenly becoming desperate and hungry. His thrusts were easy, never hard or forceful, considerate of her size and aware of his own length as he pushed and pulled. Chrissy couldn’t not focus on the way her pussy adjusted around him, her walls closing in on the hunk of veined flesh erotically invading her. Lower half snuggling him in and twitching when he retreated, only to come back. The rhythm was good, no better than good, it was truly wonderful.

Chrissy looked down at the way her mons pubis bulged with each thrust, eyes widening at the delicious sight. Her fingers gripped at his curls, “Oh, don’t stop, oh fuck!”

Billy’s sense of orgasmic need was building up higher and higher, he wanted to make love, he wanted to fuck. He knew very well which head was in charge now. His hands made base near the sides of her head, his hips starting to pick up the pace. Their entwined forms were receptive to each and every motion, holding on with no indication of letting go. Two sets of eyes centering on each other, their breathing hot and heavy upon their faces. She held his sweaty face, reaching up to lick the beads along his neck and jawline before engaging in another tongue filled smooch.

He held her wrists down and growled in her ear, “Get ready for the workout of your life.”

The world around them meant nothing to them. Neither of them gave a damn if the neighbors or wild animals could hear. Chrissy could no longer indicate his swimsuit model or rock band posters, all he could center his attention on was her and only her. This felt like a dream, a dream that neither of them wanted to wake up from, oh please let things stay like this for just a bit longer. Well this was clearly no dream, Chrissy could feel everything and so could Billy. The way he buried himself within her, the way she could feel herself getting stuffed, emptied, and filled again and again. The difference in hand size as his fingers easily held down her wrists. The heightening screams filled his eardrums, how her skin gleamed with sweat and glowed such a beautiful shade of pinkish red. Their pupils were large, overtaking whatever was left of their blue irises. Neither of them could look away, even when both sets of eyes were struggling to stay open. Heart rates rising, their breathing suddenly so quick to escape, and bodies flooding with such intense heat and hormones.

The seal between their joined hips was never broken as their tongues danced. Chrissy loved the way he put his weight on her, closing the gap between them as much as he could. Choosing to support himself with his forearms, kissing her palms when she held his face. He suckled on her thumb, gingerly nibbling on it before releasing it. He bent down to tease her nipples again, keeping a solid rhythm of sucking that nearly matched his lower half. Chrissy shut her eyes, unable to focus on anything except pleasure and the ways in which he gave it to her. She had to let go, she wanted to let herself drown, thank goodness he was a lifeguard.

Chrissy cried out, “I- I- I’m cumming!”

She grabbed his sunshine curls and kissed him again, biting down and then tugging on his lower lip. Billy smirked at the sight of watching her come undone, her body finally allowing itself to just let loose. His strong arms kept her close, planting her face and neck with quick smooches.

His voice was breathy and still so gentle, “That’s it, oh fuck… cum Chrissy. Cum…”

Her fingers clutched at his roots, legs tightly crossed around his body, jaw wide open. She let out the loudest moan that her tiny body could muster, the sound echoing from the hallway and back into his room. To hear such a wild and uncensored harmony made Billy’s heart soar and cock spill. Filling her and feeling himself surrounded by the natural concoction of themselves within her warm and wet mound. The two of them waited, still in their position as the world around them began to return to the way it had before. He could hear her breathing, she could feel the wet sheets beneath her, they could both see each other. He laid beside her, easing her into his arms and rocking her gently. She smiled against his chest, face buried between his pecs. Happily kicking her feet upon his bed, he couldn’t help but find that moment to be so irresistible.

He then reached over and grabbed himself a cigarette, just the one for him, she preferred not to engage with tobacco. She looked up and watched the way he easily flipped the lighter open, flicked the switch, and lit the white end. The burning embers mixed with the product, his throat taking in a long, slow drag of the filter before letting the gray cloud escape his lips. He looked down at the woman with infatuation in her eyes, chuckling when she rubbed her face into his neck, clinging to him like a koala before the spell of sleep began to take over. Billy’s fingers ran through her strawberry locks, helping her fall deeper into a pleasant slumber.

“I love you Chrissy.”

He meant it. This wasn’t a ploy or a scripted line that he would say to her just to make her feel good about herself. Every time he said it, there was true generosity and kindness behind that phrase. One thing was certain, Billy would do everything to keep her safe. To love her in a way that he never thought he could. He often wondered who on earth could love a beast like him that was only known for his body. She could see that there was something more to him, he had an inkling towards the beauty as well.

He wanted more moments like this, not just sex, but quiet moments of closeness. Perhaps there was a definite chance that such moments could happen. For now all he wanted was to be with her, to hold her. He snuffed out the light in his dirty ashtray and kissed her forehead, sweetly whispering her name before letting himself fall asleep as well.

They were definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

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livwritesstuff · 8 months

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this has been complete on ao3 for a while, but i totally forgot to upload whoops

Robin Buckley is a terrible person.

She’s convinced of it.

Robin is twenty-six years old (the oldest she’s ever been) and she feels with the utmost certainty that she is a terrible person.

Truthfully, there isn’t one specific, character-defining moment that she attributes this to — well, that’s not entirely true; she can (and does) think of many examples that support the notion — and in a general sense, she knows she’s kind of an asshole, though that’s mostly by accident, a natural consequence of her tendency to she says things without thinking too much about it beforehand. Still, sometimes it is on purpose when she doesn’t really have the energy to do anything about it. She thinks she’d rather be an asshole on purpose than by accident because at least then it would be a choice rather than a product of her character, but the stats might not be in her favor there. In any case, Robin just knows she’s a bad person down to the core of who she is.

She’s certainly not good, after all, and if she’s not a good person, then it stands to reason that she must be a bad one.

Literally speaking, Robin is clumsily navigating her way through Logan Airport at rush hour going purely off her limited memory of the last time she was here — Christmas of ’91, when Nancy had hosted the holiday gathering that she, Robin, Eddie, and Steve have made into a tradition over the years. Eddie had hosted this time around, at his minuscule studio apartment in Marion, Indiana, and that had also marked the last time their little group had been together, the last time Steve and Eddie (boyfriends) had seen each other, the last time Nancy and Robin (kind of, sort of dating but stubbornly not putting a label on anything while they live on literal opposite sides of the country) had seen each other.

That’s why Robin is fighting her way through Boston Logan on a Friday evening in February, anyways — to see Nancy (and to escape the apartment in Tacoma she shares with Steve while he and Eddie spend their Valentine’s Day doing sappy shit and inevitably fucking their brains out. Gross).

Nancy is pretty much the greatest person Robin has ever known — well, aside from Steve, but Robin is pretty sure everyone knows by now that Steve comes first in all matters of hers. Everyone else is just vying for second and at this point Nancy’s pretty much got that locked in.

It’s funny — Robin hadn’t actually liked Nancy all that much at first.

Well, that’s not true either.

At first, like, truly at first, when they’d merely been fellow classmates at Hawkins High, Robin hadn’t really thought anything of Nancy at all (aside from wrinkling her nose at her prissy, goody-two-shoes nature, but even that was more of an alt kids against the world thing than anything else). She’d barely known Nancy— their school was tiny, so it was practically impossible to not know of someone, but Robin certainly hadn’t known her well enough to have any other opinion of her besides decidedly neutral.

Their paths had officially crossed during the Starcourt Mall fiasco, and in the immediate aftermath, that opinion had been mostly unchanged. Sure, Nancy had been a little bit mean to Robin, maybe, but curt might be a better word for it, and either way the situation at hand hadn’t exactly left time to spare for pleasantries, so she hadn’t thought too much about it at the time. Plus, Robin had later watched Nancy practically get steamrolled by Billy Hargrove as she shot at him with an actual gun, so she chalked it up to Nancy being a little more intense than she’d originally thought.

Not too long after Starcourt, though, when just enough time had passed that her thoughts were only sometimes plagued with reminders of what she’d gone through and what she’d seen instead of constantly, she’d bullied the previous two years of Upside Down activity out of Steve, and with it, she’d gotten the true, unabridged, demo-dog-infused details of his breakup with Nancy.

And from that point on Robin had hated her.

CONTINUE ON A03

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #i love a self-loathing robin #and a nancy who thinks she's great no matter what #stranger things #the satellite and the sky #we're playing catch up on the updates folks

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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free fallin pt two | stranger things ; b.hargrove

A/N; This came to me earlier and I had to do it. Reader isn't a complete goody two shoes, but... she is /innocent/. I decided to write out an entire chapter of their own internalizations and a little friendship between Reader's little sis and Max. I am seriously hoping that this stays the way I think it will because if so, it's going to be cute to write out. and *ahem,coughs* hot in some parts. I uh.. have plans for this.

AHHH you guys, thank you so much. Anyone reading this, esp the likes/reblogs and tags/comments you guys have no idea how much this means to me and how much it encourages me to keep going. It really does help. Thank you soooooo much.

-Ashes.

Pairing ; Billy Hargrove x Innocent!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff; part I can be found by clicking. Definitely a good idea to read that and then come back and read this so it all makes sense. None of the events of s2 pertaining the upside down and all it's unholy terrors and Billy's death or Barbs will be happening. The upside down actually doesn't exist in any of the reader fics I write so.. yeah.

Warning; the smallest mention of Neil -but it's literally just him being mentioned as of rn. Billy. Billy is the warning here, loves. Because he's just an angsty and uncomfy lil bean bc he does not know what to do with ... things he learns.

Taglist;

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It’s actually 8:10 when you hear the raucous rumble of the engine belonging to Billy’s Camaro. You wander over to your bedroom window as you finish towel drying your hair and peer out through a gauzy tapestry. About the same time you’re doing this, your sister in middle school bursts through your door, giggling as she rushes to your window. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” she’s got a hand to her heart.

“What?” you give her a blank look.

“Billy Hargrove is parked outside our house, what the hell do you mean what?”

You roll your eyes. You’d forgotten all about her little crush on him. “Calm down. You’re in what, sixth grade?”

“Seventh, asshole.” Virginia pouts. “Seventh.”

“He’s still way too old. Besides,” you state calmly, “If you’re smart you’ll stay away from boys like that. Do you hear me?”

“Mhm. So then… care to explain why he’s here?” she taps her foot.

You throw your hands up in the air. “Tutoring, Gin. I’m tutoring him. There’s no other reason.”

“Are you sure? Because, I mean… I swear I won’t tell Mom and Patrick if he is your boyfriend. Only if it’s him, though. If you bring that prick Harrington over, ugh.. No.”

“I’m suuuure, oh my god, go to your own room.” you shove her out of your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

And then, after you’ve taken a little time to pull yourself together and you’re dressed in some shorts and a cropped red shirt with the Coca Cola logo on it, you make your way downstairs to open the door. Billy’s leaning in the doorway, a smirk on his face. “Darlin, hey.” he’s smooth, too smooth like usual. And when he steps into your house, he makes sure that he presses right up against you in the open doorway, right in front of at least three of your nosiest neighbors, all of whom happen to be either peering out their windows or out watering plants for the afternoon in their neatly manicured flower beds.

You gulp, hoping to God he didn’t see you do it. Mrs. Myrtle from across the street is staring at your house like she’s trying to commit Billy and his car to memory. “Shit.” you grab Billy’s wrist and pull him through the door, closing it behind you and locking it.

“That nosy bitch, I swear to God.” you grumble and Billy laughs.

“Somethin wrong?” he asks, gazing at you with that damned smirk. Like he doesn’t know already. He has to have heard how strict your mother and stepfather are, he has to be pretty damned aware that you’re known around Hawkins High as “Little Ms. Goody Two Shoes.”

“Yeah, if she tells my mom and dad you were here when they weren’t, I can kiss my non-existent social life goodbye. But it’s alright, it’s okay.. Maybe it’ll be okay.” you’re pacing a little but he chuckles as he watches you for a few seconds, finally reaching out to grab your arms and bring it to a stop. “You’re going to burn a hole through the floor.” he drawls, all relaxed and casual and obviously no fucks given if you get in serious shit.

You give him a dirty look but you take a deep breath. No reason to panic. They do know that you tutor. But if she tells them what you were wearing when you answered the door, oh god, the lectures. Your mother has tried at least ten times to throw out your favorite shorts and the shirt. Nevermind the fact that your grandmother has at least twenty pictures of your mom with her ass hanging out of her shorts.

Nevermind she used to be a little more…relaxed… before she met Patrick and they got married.

“Will you just sit down and cut out the pacing shit?” Billy is gazing at you, a brow raised. You nod, swallowing down a lump in your throat when you happen to glance down and see that his hands -those distracting damned hands, are still on your upper arms.

“Are we doing this or not, darlin? Because I stood up a real hot date just to come over here.” Billy chuckles when he says it, blue eyes dancing. Searching yours for even a hint of jealousy and he’s thrown for a loop when he doesn’t find any. What he does find is hurt.

And yet, you can’t stand him. It shouldn’t bother you.

It shouldn’t bother him that it bothers you.

You shove out what he’s just said and refuse to dignify it with a comment. It stung a little even though you’d absolutely die before admitting to it. ,,Of course he has a hot date, you think to yourself, he’s Billy fucking Hargrove.” and as soon as you allow yourself that one bitter and jealous little thought, you take a deep breath and nod to the dining table in the room across the hall. “It’s quieter there.”

“Yeah.” Billy mutters, slightly dazed because he can’t take his mind off of the fact that him saying he has a hot date didn’t piss you off or annoy you, but it looks and seems as if it hurt instead. Honestly, he didn’t have a hot date, he just said it to get under your skin.

Because you’ve been under his all damn day. First in that stupid and sweet little sundress with the grandma cardigan and then you answer the door and you look like one of the girls on the poster on his bedroom wall with the cropped shirt, bare feet and cut off denim.

He came here to study. And to get out of the house before Neil came in drunk and angry. Not be distracted, confronted by the one girl he keeps being told he can’t have.

He wanders into the dining room while you’re putting out the books and notebooks, some pens and some other things you might need close at hand. You nod to a chair and he sinks down, wordless.

“Okay, first..” you don’t even look up at him as you open your book to get a little of your own homework done too, “Let’s see how far behind you are, Hargrove.”

He shoves the notebook he brought over in your direction and you take it, flipping through. Somehow, you expected him to be a lot farther behind. The way he made it sound in the hallway at school, he was borderline flunking out. You look up at him, twisting hair around your finger. “Four assignments? That’s it?”

Billy shrugs.

“Okay, okay, this is good. This is actually better than I was expecting.” you can see that somehow, your reaction bothered him and for some reason, it has you scrambling to make it sound a little more… complimentary. Because you don’t want him to think you thought he was dumb as dirt or purposely slacking off.

To be fair, you wouldn’t have put it past him so the fact that he is just four behind is a pleasant surprise.

“This is really good, actually.” you manage a smile.

And just when he thinks he can’t get any worse off, there you go. Smiling at him. Rubbing salt in an open wound.

“I don’t just fuck, drink, party and do sports.” Billy mutters calmly as you read over the rough draft of an essay that you’re surprised was pinned by him for creative writing. A class you’d never associate with him to begin with. You’d have honestly pegged him for a shop class.

You’ve got your legs on the table and you’re twisting your hair as you read over the rim of your glasses and Billy clears his throat. “Can I get some water or something?”

He just needs to get some space because it’s too much.

When he specifically chose you to be his tutor, it was because he didn’t think you’d get any more appealing to him. He thought he could control himself. He thought he could work his way under your skin like you’ve worked your way under his. Turnabout and fair play.

He’s discovering that this little idea of his may not be the brightest one he’s had.

You get up from the seat and wander into the kitchen, getting up on the counter to get a glass out of the cabinet so you don’t have to wash one already out. You lose your balance just a little and you gasp as you feel the warmth of rough hands gripping your bare middle. You glance down at Billy sheepishly and gulp.

“There’s a glass right there.” he points out calmly.

“I hate washing dishes.” you point out. Billy grabs the glass you’d been reaching for and walks over to the sink, filling it with water. And he leans against the sink, watching you rifle through your fridge.

“Damn it, Gin… you ate my yogurt.” you grumble to yourself in disappointment as you close the door. And when you turn around, you find yourself body to body with Billy. Who promptly gives you one of those fucking smirks. Biting his bottom lip as his eyes move from your eyes down to your mouth. Lingering.

Intent.

“Okay, Hargrove.” you manage to get the words out, only they may as well be a whisper and you want to simply vanish.

This whole idea to give tutoring him a trial run was not a good one, nope. If you thought your dreams about him or the way you’re so fucking aware of him were bad before, you have a feeling they’re going to get so much worse.

Your younger sister peeks in after about an hour to find you going over Billy’s Algebra assignment and explaining to him what’s wrong with one of the problems and she laughs to herself because he’s staring at you like an idiot, he might as well be drooling.

“I thought you said your brother was a heartless asshole, Max.” Gin whispers into the phone to her classmate Max Mayfield.

“Oh, he can be. He’s just on his best behavior right now. Give it time, Gin.”

“I think you’re wrong, okay? I just have a feeling.”

“Yeah? Well I live with him, Gin. I know him. Just linger a little bit. Make sure he’s not trying to put the moves on her, please? I… I don’t want him to hurt her too.” Max pleads and Gin grumbles. “ ‘Kay, fiiine. I’ll go raid the fridge and call ya back.”

“Please?” Max asks before hanging up.

Gin wanders into the dining room, straight for the kitchen. You glance up and your sister gives a sheepish wave, her gaze lingering on Billy. You palm your face and laugh to yourself.

Naturally, she’s got a crush. She’ll be in and out while he’s here.

“Don’t come in here distracting him.”

“I wasn’t!” Gin mocks a look of horror as you step into the kitchen. You fold your arms and look at her. “I mean it, kid. I know you think he’s hot but he’s way too old for you, alright? Don’t… Don’t make the same mistake me and Mom did.”

“Mom’s only mistake was literally marrying Patrick the uptight countr y club prick.”

“Our father is in prison. They ran away when they were seventeen. Then you have me, being stupid last year with that idiot up at State. I can’t believe I was dumb enough to think a college guy wanted to date me.” you rub your temple and shake your head. “Look, it’s a damn good thing I didn’t do something I really regret. Just… Do not do what we did. Stick to books or boys your own age.”

“Would you relax?” Gin grabs your pint of ice cream and you give her a dirty look, taking the spoon from her after she digs it out of the silverware drawer. You sigh quietly. “I know Billy wouldn’t lead you on like that asshole at State did to me or our father did to mom, but like.. Break your attraction pattern now, kid.”

“You first. I see you staring at him.”

“I do not!”

“Every time he comes to pick Max up from the arcade it’s like your head’s on a swivel. Stop lecturing me and go up in our bathroom, look in the mirror and lecture yourself. Where’s your lighter. I wanna light my candle before the prick with his sensitive nose comes home.”

You dig around in the pocket of your jacket and toss Gin your lighter and she walks right back through the dining room and into the hallway, grabbing the phone on the way.

And Billy clears his throat from the door. And he’s staring at you with that damned smirk. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Just Gin being nosy. She’s got a crush on you, by the way.” you stick your tongue out at Gin, who flips you off from the doorway. Billy snickers quietly. “Nope. Go play with dolls or somethin, kid.” he laughs.

He files away what he did overhear being said between you and your sister for future reference and nods to the dining room. “I think I’m done.” he mutters quietly.

“Okay, let’s go look at it.” you smile and slink past him in the doorway over to the dining table. You sink back down in the chair and you’re going over his worksheet when he clears his throat. “Any reason your sister asked you for a lighter just now?”

Your mouth opens and closes and you shrug. “It belonged to our dad. I keep it on me. She uses it to light her candles while Mom and Patrick are gone.”

“Stepdad, huh?”

“Uptight fun-sucking asshole is more like it.” you mumble, low enough that you’re sure he doesn’t catch it. But he does, and he chuckles.

Suddenly, there’s just a little more about you and certain habits you have that make a lot of sense.

“So do you smoke or do you just keep it?”

You don’t answer. Billy smirks to himself.

You’re apparently full of surprises. This is either a very good or a very bad thing. He’s not sure which because this is the first time a girl has actually gotten under his skin the way you have. Normally, he can fuck ‘em and forget ‘em already.

You’re a challenge and he absolutely loves those. And he’s staking his hopes on finally getting you to crack so he can fuck you out of his head and out from under his skin already because you’re driving him crazy with your stupid little sundresses and cardigans and then this whole other side you’ve shown him tonight hasn’t made that any better at all.

If something doesn’t happen soon, he’s going to lose his mind, do something stupid like let you get close and he’s determined that cannot happen.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader imagine #billy hargrove x fem!reader fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader imagine #billy hargrove x reader fanfiction

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wip Stommy fic (post season 4 and vecna)

There's been a lot of odd shit happening in Hawkins for however long Tommy can remember. It started with that little Byers boy and then Nancy Wheeler's best friend—who he had made fun of and regrets heavily now, especially since he's seen her parents in passing, their eyes dim and body wilted.

But then his best friend, ex-best friend, was showing up to school and around town sporting black eyes and new pink scars, albeit small and almost unaware. Though, Tommy's been keeping his eye on Steve Harrington since they were just little kids, some instinctual thing that's for certain. He'd heard about Billy Hargrove beating Steve to a slimy, tender pulp (and at the time thought he deserved it). Had mourned Billy, too, he was a friend and there was something to savor there after losing Steve to some sort of goody two-shoes complex. The odd shit kept happening, though. The little Byers' friends were showing up around town with scars, similar to Steve's, with traumatized eyes, similar to the Holland's, with sullen attitudes, similar to how Nancy had carried herself after Barbara's disappearance.

So, it wasn't surprising when suddenly the ground shifted. An earthquake, he had thought. But was surely mistaken when the asphalt crumbled and ruptured and there was snow at the end of March. The sky giving way to what could only be described as Hell. There were new creatures chittering in the woods, which turned him off of wanting to take walks to ease away from the new panic of helping so many displaced people.

Yeah, that's right, Tommy Hagan is the type to help people now. Well, it's easy to do when you're displaced yourself. His home had been swallowed up by the ground and he had watched from the outside as all his childhood trinkets burned, save the shoebox of photographs in his car's trunk. But then his car wouldn't start, leaving him stranded in Hawkins' hellscape. And Carol Perkins, his now ex-girlfriend, didn't want to harbor him in her parents' car. She had left him behind. And so he had nobody; he hasn't heard from his parents, they've been out of town on a spring vacation (in which he hadn't wanted to go, especially when the murders started happening; poor Chrissy Cunningham and that Fred kid that he used to poke fun at and Patrick who reminded him of a sweet middle school version of Steve.)

He didn't want to leave Hawkins anyway. There was still one person that he cared about here. But he hasn't seen Steve, yet. Though there were rumors that he'd been in and out of Hawkins High doing volunteering duties alongside that bubbly band girl, Robin Buckley.

Tommy stared to take up volunteering shifts. In hopes, maybe, that he'd run into them. At least Steve. And if not, at least Robin. She may tell him where Steve's at.

But his home was empty when Tommy went to check. Wasn't at Skull Rock or at the quarry or the junkyard, even. He doesn't know where Steve went, or if he was even alive still, but Tommy could be patient. He can be extremely patient.

#stranger things #stommy #fanfiction #wip #enemies to friends to lovers #steve harrington #tommy hagan

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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Joby Taylor or Billy Hargrove. You decide

10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

warnings: implied smut, flirting, kinda noncon/dubcon, billy being aggressive and condescending, innocent reader, religion mentions, daddy kink

Maybe it was counterintuitive, but you'd gone to the drive-in for some peace and quiet. Not for Billy Hargrove to show up, sauntering over to the back of your truck and hopping in like he owned the damn thing.

"Fuck, you scared me," you breathed. "Can't just show up like that, Hargrove, what if I didn't recognize you in the dark and punched you or something?"

"Punched me?" he grinned. "That'd be cute. I wouldn't mind seeing you put up a fight..."

His gaze drank you in, he was basically undressing you with his eyes. You shifted uncomfortably, pulling the hem of your cut-off shorts down a bit as you became suddenly self-conscious about how short they were. Billy had never been subtle about his attraction, but you didn't take it too personally. He was a player, and he knew you were the shy good girl with super religious parents and a purity ring; you were just a score for him, another girl to sweet talk into his bed and then fuck-and-chuck. You might have a rebellious side deep down-- here you were, sneaking out in the shorts your father would burn if he knew you owned them, watching an R-rated movie, and letting Billy Hargrove within 200 yards of you-- but you knew better than to give it up to a guy like him. You wanted your first time to be special, with someone you loved, if possible.

"Don't try anything, Hargrove," you warned, "or the last thing you're gonna see is me putting up a fight."

"Oh, really?" he laughed quietly. "I don't think you'd last too long, babydoll. You know I'm so much stronger than you."

You swallowed thickly, trying not to let the mental image of Billy having his way with you invade your mind; but it was already playing in your head, making your palms clammy and your throat dry.

"Besides, you wouldn't fight me," he shrugged.

"Wh-what?" you choked.

"You wouldn't fight me. You want it."

You scoffed defensively. "In your dreams."

He clicked his tongue and tilted his head, giving you a knowing look. "Oh, babydoll-- don't play stupid. You might be innocent, and naïve, and a little ditzy when you're thinking about all those things you shouldn't be thinking about, but you're definitely not stupid."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," you insisted.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

You looked away quickly, hoping he wouldn't see your wide-eyed look of getting caught red-handed, but he just laughed again.

"Babydoll," he tutted, "did you think I didn't know? You're not as much of a good girl as you wanna act like. And I don't mean those little shorts that show those killer legs or going to see Elm Street at a drive-in."

He leaned in closer, until you could feel his breath on your neck; he smelled like tobacco and sweat and something sweet... somehow.

"I mean all those thoughts you have," he continued, lowering his voice, "about all the horrible things I could do to you. About all the incredible things I could make you feel."

His hand landed on your thigh, running up higher even though you squirmed slightly.

"I know it's no fun being a goody two-shoes," he cooed, "following all the rules, saying all your prayers. Don't you wanna be a bad girl, just for one night?"

"I should go home," you mumbled, sitting up and trying to push his hand away, "Daddy's gonna wonder where I am--"

"Shh, hey," he soothed, pulling you back down into his arms, and starting to smile, "always in a hurry to do whatever Daddy says, huh? How about I'm your Daddy for tonight, and you can do whatever I say?"

You choked on a whimper. "Billy--"

"Not so loud, babydoll," he scolded, "people are gonna hear you. What are they gonna think we're doing if you say my name like that?"

You bit your lip. You couldn't afford that.

"Are you gonna be good and quiet now?" he asked in a coo, and you hesitantly nodded. "That's what I like to hear. Now, open your legs up a bit so Daddy can see what you've been hiding all this time..."

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove smut #oh god this is nasty

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hellcheercaine · 17 days

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The moment after Steve discovered that Billy’s niceness to him during that year was an intention to make Billy’s true feelings known to him:

Steve is just oblivious when it comes to people liking him, that’s all.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #walking fruit salad billy hargrove #goody two shoes steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove texts #harringrove memes #hellcheercaine #mine #billy x steve

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terranometry · 2 years

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Mini Harringrove Week Day 3

July 31st Prompt: Handcuffed Together

read it on Ao3

Note: takes place between S2 and s3

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“Running short on tools of the trade, are we, chief? Couldn’t afford an extra pair of handcuffs?”

Hopper didn’t rise to Billy’s bait, instead just fixed the boy with a level stare. “You sure you wanna talk shit with me, kid? Cause from where I’m standing, you’re the one with two unpaid speeding fines and unanswered court summons.” The police chief smiled, though it was clearly condescending. “Understand, Hargrove?”

Billy’s eyes narrowed, easy expression changing into a glare, but he bit his tongue. “Yessir,” he muttered, tonelessly.

For a moment the office was quiet, only the ticking of the clock on the wall and muffled sound of other people moving around the other parts of the station breaking the silence.

“Aw, c’mon, Hop, don’t blame it all on him, I’m the one that put him up to it.” Hopper’s gaze shifted to the teenager on the right of Billy, who had given up trying to look tough and was leaning forward, mouth open as if about to continue.

Hopper groaned. “Alright, first of all, Mr. Harrington, seeing as you’re both sitting here for speeding down the highway at eighty miles an hour – I didn’t even know your car could go that fast – I am certainly not blaming it all on him. And enough with the ‘Hop’ shit, that’s Chief Hopper to you.”

Steve Harrington scoffed and sank lower in his seat. He tried to cross his arms, but as he lifted his right hand up to do so, Billy’s left arm came with it; they were handcuffed together.

“Hey, watch it pretty boy, you’re gonna rip my arm out!” Billy jerked his arm back down. He rested his hand on his thigh, and Hopper didn’t miss how Steve laced their fingers together. It would be cute if they weren’t in here for breaking the law.

Have a heart, something whispered inside him, It’s still pretty adorable. Hopper wasn’t sure what he’d done to make them feel comfortable enough to do that around him, but he was glad they were. Didn’t mean he wasn’t sick of them being little shits and acting like the rules didn’t apply to them.

“You’re one to talk,” Steve shot back at Billy, though there wasn’t really any venom in it, “Maybe if we’d just gone up to drive where I said this wouldn’t even be happening–”

“Oh yeah? Well maybe if you actually listened when I was mapping out our route–”

And so it went on, the two of them bickering like some old married couple, and Hopper fought between the urge to bang his head down on the desk and burst out laughing. When Billy Hargrove had first showed up to town and recieved three traffic violations within the week, never had he imagined that fast-talking Cali boy would end up hanging out with Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes himself Steve Harrington. Now, however, the two were going anywhere and everywhere together and causing him no end of trouble. After hearing the story of the fight at the Byers, he was wondering if the schoolyard sentiment of bullying the person you had a crush on actually held any weight. It definitely did with these two.

“Okay, OKAY, shut it, lovebirds!” He yelled over them. That did the trick: they immediately went quiet, faces flushed – from anger or embarrassment he couldn’t tell. Probably both. “So, anyone care to tell me what, exactly, you two were doing racing your cars up past Highway 77 like it’s damn Nascar?”

Instead of giving an answer, Billy sat up from his slouch enough to drawl, “Isn’t that highway outside of your jurisdiction, chief?”

He had a sense of humor, this one. “Ah, so would you rather me hand you off to a state trooper, instead? Because that can be arranged. And they won’t hesitate to call your parents and have something written on your permanent record, either.”

Though he was speaking to both of them, he looked very pointedly at Billy. He knew what kind of home the kid lived in, had heard snippets of it from when Max would come over to hang out with El, seen the bruises under Billy’s collar whenever he’d be dropping his sister off or cruising around town. He also knew that the kid didn’t want sympathy or someone interfering. But Hopper wasn’t just going to throw him back to the wolves.

Something changed in Billy’s face, almost imperceptibly, almost like he was seeing Hopper differently for the first time. He shook his head. “No sir, this is fine.”

Steve looked between them for a moment, then sighed. He opened his mouth again and everything came out in a rush. “We were going to hang out at the lake, but then on the way back we decided to drive around a bit, and I leaned out the window and said to Billy that maybe we should race each other back, and I wouldn’t take no for an answer, so it’s my fault really, and that’s why we–”

“I get it Harrington, you’re dumb teenagers.” He deadpanned. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you and your boyfriend are a menace and need to get your act together.”

Now they really were red. “No, we’re not– he’s not– I mean– but–!”

He ignored them, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth in spite of himself. “So, what to do with you two, hm? I can suspend your licenses if I really want to, y’know…”

The boys held their breath.

“…but nah. You’ve caught me in a good mood.” He leant back in his chair.

Steve beamed, and even Billy cracked a smile. “Really! Oh my god, thanks Hop you have no idea–”

“Calm down, Hotshot, I wasn’t finished. I’ll be hanging onto your keys. Only for a few days,” he raised his voice a bit as they began to protest. “I think it’s only fair.”

“But, but, I mean, I promised I’d drive the kids to that party tomorrow.” Steve looked absolutely devastated.

“God, you’re such a mom, Steve, y’know that?” Billy teased, then he tensed. “And what exactly should I tell my old man, aye Chief? He’s going to be asking where the Camero’s at and it’s my ass–” he caught himself. “He’ll want to know.”

“I’ll send it up to Jerry’s and he can keep it on the lot. You just say that it’s in for an oil change.”

“I just changed the oil two months ago,” Billy mutters, but he meets Hopper’s gaze and nods. It’s a silent thanks.

Hopper stands up and grabs his hat. “Well, I’m headed home early, and with that taken care of you two can go.” He turns to leave.

Steve clears his throat. “Er… can you take the handcuffs off?” He holds up his (and by proxy Billy’s) arm.

“You two are smart, you’ll figure out how to open it.”

Billy snorts. “Do I hear the police chief himself condoning breaking out of handcuffs?”

“I think it shouldn’t be much of a change.” He looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes. “You two are basically attached at the hip as it is.”

He left the office and could hear their voices rising up behind him.

“Steve, baby, if I didn’t know better I’d think he’s making fun of us.”

“Of course he is, you’re so damn snarky you deserve it.”

“Nah, I think it’s because you’re so obviously in love with me. It’s sickening.”

“You’re sickening.”

Hopper laughs, really laughs, ignoring the strange looks from the other officers as he heads out of the building. Out of all the shit that’s happened in the past year, at least the comedy relief that is Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove has come out of it.

He has to make a stop at the store on the way home – out of Eggos again, he swears they go through eight boxes a week – and drives past Billy and Steve walking up the side of the road, trying to to light two cigarettes, fumbling with the lighter between their handcuffed hands. Billy drops it and immediately goes to grab it, almost yanking Steve to the ground. They clamber upright, laughing. The last he sees of them in his rearview mirror is Steve leaning in to kiss Billy on the cheek.

Yeah, he thinks, the kids are alright.

#harringroveweek #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove #steve harringtove #billy hargrove #I haven't written something so quickly in ages #I love these idiots #and any instance of hopper being grumpy dad brings me joy #my writing

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thatonecurlygirl · 2 years

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Biology of Billy Hargrove 12

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: none

Read more: Biology of Billy Hargrove Masterlist

“Y/N! Are you dressed? We are coming in!” Angie shouts from downstairs as the door quietly closes behind her.

“Upstairs!” You call out of your bedroom door, finishing your light makeup and making sure your hair is perfect.

“You’re going to want to change. Vickie’s parents aren’t leaving after all, the party has been moved to Lover’s Lake.” Angie pops into your bedroom with both Joseph and Davey in tow.

“You’re kidding, right?” You groan, hoping she is in fact joking.

“No, we got the call right before we left the house. That’s why we are so late. Angie took forever.” Joseph sighs.

“Luckily, Y/N won’t have the same problem.” Angie shuffles though my drawers, pulling out your favorite swimsuit and tossing it at you.

“We will be in the car when you are done. We expect to see you in the car in no more than-” she pauses, lifting Joseph’s arm and looking at the watch on his wrist. “Eight minutes!”

Angie turns and rushes out of your room, pulling both guys with her by the wrists as she goes. Angie has never been one to be patient. She always takes her time in what she does, ensuring perfection, but is always rushing everyone else as soon as she is ready. She alway blames it on being the youngest sister to three brothers. They were always racing, racing to the bathroom, racing to finish eating first, racing for absolutely everything. Hell, one time Angie and her brothers raced to see who could pee faster. You were enlisted to sit outside the bathroom door and listen to each of them individually pee, time it and report who the winner was.

“Perfect.” You huff, quickly pulling off your party wear and slipping into the neon green one piece cut-out swimsuit and shorts, washing your makeup off with a wet washcloth before running down the stairs, skipping multiple steps as you do. You land on both feet at the bottom of the stair with a old thud, booking it to the front door.

“Took you long enough!” Angie calls out the window as you shut and lock the front door behind you.

“You annoy the hell out of me sometimes Ang.” You grumble, sliding into the backseat beside Davey.

“Yeah, but you still love me.” She turns all the way around in the passenger seat, with a wide smile on her face as she batts her eyelashes dramatically.

“You sure about that?” You ask, raising a questioning brow.

“100%” She nods, turning back around.

“Hey Davey, nice to see you again.” You chuckle, turning to greet Davey who sits beside you with an amused smile.

“Yeah, you too. That color looks great on you.” His eyes quickly rove your body.

“Thanks.”

“Angie told me that you, Miss. Goody-Two-Shoes, got suspended for fighting some jock.” Joseph chuckles at the mental image of you fighting some big jock. “Impressive.”

“He was a dick.” You scoff.

“Yeah, then Billy knocked him on his ass. Billy and Y/N were almost dating, but he ditched her.” Angie blabbers on.

“Yeah, he is a dick too.” You growl.

“Some dick ditched you? He got the opportunity to date you and ditched you?” Davey asks, unable to believe that someone would miss the chance to date you.

“Yeah, I’d prefer not to talk about it.”

“You know he is probably going to be there right?” Angie asks, slight concern in her voice.

“If you are wanting to make him jealous I’m down.” Davey smirks.

“I’m wanting to not think about Billy.”

“I can help with that too.”

“I may take you up on that.” You playfully wink at him.

“We are here!” Angie bounces up and down in here seat, excited energy oozing from her. “Right here Joe!”

Joseph quickly pulls in to the spot in the gray that Angie directs him into and quickly follows after her when she jumps out and takes off running to the water. You and Davey take your time exiting the car, you slip the shorts down your legs and neatly fold them into the backseat, turning to quickly scan the large group of teens amble around, chatting and having a good time.

“Up you go.” Davey swoops you up, tossing you up over his shoulders. The ease in which he did so was a shock, leaving you to gasp in surprise followed by a fit of giggles as he turns toward the water’ edge.

“Davey!” You squeal, playfully beating on his back as he chuckles and continues into the water. “What are you—” As you glance up into the crowd of people up on the dry land, you catch Billy glaring back at you, unamused as girl attempt to grab his attention.

“In you go!” Davey collapses into the water, taking you down with him.

When you surface the water, you laugh and wipe the lake water from your face, scanning the water around to to find Davey, who should have surfaced along with you. You spin in a circle, eyebrows knit in confusion as he is nowhere to be seen.

“Davey?” You begin to worry. “Dav—”

“Looking for me?” He asks in your ear as his chest presses against your back.

“God, you scared me.” You quickly turn and splash at him.

“You worried about me?” He asks, smirk plastered to his —honestly gorgeous— face.

“Not as much as you would hope.” You shrug, trying to play off the fact that you were getting a bit nervous.

“Y/N, you aren’t lying to me now are you?” His smirk suddenly turned incredibly sexy as he wades up close to you in the water.

“And if I was lying?”

“Then I won’t kiss you.”

“Then you should ask again.” You take a small step closer, leaving you and Davey chest to chest.

“Were you worried about me, Y/N?” He asks in a hushed voice.

“So worried.” You pout, looking up at Davey through your lashes.

Davey smiles, bending down to scoop you up and wrap your legs around his waist. His lips softly meet yours and you can almost get lost in the kiss. You can almost let yourself be taken into the moment in which you focus on nothing but his large hands gripping the backs of your thighs, his lips moving in sync with yours and teeth gently nipping at your lip.

Almost.

You can almost forget about Billy who was glaring at you from afar. You can almost forget about Billy’s lips on yours, his hands on you. That smile of his. You can almost forget Billy’s fingers twirling in your hair and breath on the back of your neck. You can almost forget that Billy got suspended too for hitting the Jonas for being an ass to you. You can almost feel not guilty for kissing someone other than him. You keep kissing Davey though, pretending to get lost in the kiss and smile when the two of you pull away.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You smile and slide out of Davey’s arms. “You want one?”

“Uhm, sure.” He nods, watching you make your way out of the water.

“Shit shit shit.” You mutter under your breath as you slowly make your way to the coolers and small folding tables that are holding the drinks.

“Damn, how many does that one make?” You hear Billy’s unmistakable voice behind you.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Billy?” You ask, back still turned to him as you look through all the drinks, trying to decide on one.

“You know what I mean, little rabbit.”

The use of that nickname makes you roll your eyes, “Billy, don’t fucking start with me. I’ve not slept with anyone, if that’s what you are trying to refer to. Davey is the the only guy I’ve had any kind of interest in since you ditched me.” You slam the cooler lid closed and quickly turn to face Billy. “Not like it’s any of your business, Billy. It’s not like we are even seeing each other.”

“You okay, y/n?” Davey asks, walking up and taking space beside you.

“Yeah, all good.” You nod.

“Yeah and we’re having a private fucking conversation.” Billy growls.

“Doesn’t look like she is too interested in what you have to say.” Davey chuckles. “You the asshole I’ve heard about.”

“Davey, please don’t.” You press into his side, trying to push him along but he doesn’t budge.

Heads start to turn and you can feel eyes on you, a feeling that you really didn’t want to get use to. Yet again, you are thrown into the middle of a confrontation involving Billy Hargrove and another guy in the middle of the crowd and it makes your skin clammy and your heart race.

“Sounds like my Little Rabbit has been talking about me.” Billy smirks, harsh eyes dead set on Davey.

“You think you’re hot shit don’t you?” Davey takes a step forward.

“I don’t know, ask y/n what she thinks. I know she never ran away from me when we were making out.” Billy winks, eyes seductive when glancing at you before glaring back at Davey.

Whispers in the crowd get louder as Billy exposes the fact that there has been something going on between the two of you. The whole senior class and nearly the whole school had suspected that there was something as your chemistry is undeniable, but no one knew for sure until now. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and your chest tightens.

“I’m only going to tell you once to back the hell off. She doesn’t want you.” Davey’s voice hardens.

“Davey!” You tug at his arm but he ignores you.

“Is that what you think?” Billy laughs a full bellied laugh. “You think making out with her for thirty seconds means she wants you?”

Davey’s back straightens and the veins in his neck bulges. Billy stands there, egging Davey on with his smirk and challenging him with his eyes. Davey’s not backing down, despite the fact that you are trying to pull him in the opposite direction.

“Davey stop.” You step in the space between the boys.

“Y/n, tell this prick you don’t want him.” Davey practically stares through him. “Tell him you’re with me now.”

“No.” You shake your head with a scowl on your face.

“What?” He asks surprised.

“No, I’m not WITH you.”

“So, what? You’re just leading me on like a whore?” Davey raises his voice.

“What did you fucking say!” Billy growls, preparing to lunge at Davey, but stops when you reach out toward him, gently placing a hand on the center of his chest to stop him. A calming warmth spreads cross his chest from where your touched him.

“Davey, never once did I even hint that we were together. That kiss meant absolutely nothing other than me trying to have a good time and enjoy this fucking party. Now take this hint.” You lift your middle finger at him, “And fuck all the way off!”

“Y/n!” You can hear Angie call out from the crowd, voice quiet and muffled by the chattering of everyone else watching the scene unfold.

“Ruined my fucking night.” You flounce toward the street in anger, prepared to walk the nearly half an hour it would take you to walk home, soaking wet and without shoes as you left them somewhere between getting thrown into the water and breaking up the potential fight.

A few minutes into walking down the street you hear the familiar roar of a car pulling behind you, “Get in the car, y/l/n.”

“I’m not getting in the car with you, Billy.”

“Y/n, you are going to need your keys to get in your house and I found your shoes and shorts too. Get in the car.”

“What the fuck do you want from me, Billy?” You stop in the middle of the street, yelling in frustration.

“Get in the fucking car, y/n.”

“Why’d you bail on our date? Answer that and I will get in the car.” You stand in the middle of the road, arms folded across your chest, watching Billy’s jaw tighten as he grinds his teeth.

“Get in and car and I will tell you.” He tries to negotiate with you.

“Tell me now or I’m going to start walking again.”

You watch some emotion cross Billy’s face and with a huff he throws open his door and steps out, slamming it behind him as he stalks around the car to you. “Fine,” he throws his muscled arms in the air in defeat. “I screwed up and I apologize. I’m not getting into family shit. Right now this isn’t about my fuck ups, it’s about you getting in the car so I can get you home.”

“Was it your dad?” You ask softly. You don’t know much about the Hargrove-Mayfield household as the parents aren’t the most neighborly, but you’ve heard the arguing and crashed many times. You’ve watched a disheveled Billy fly out of the house and to his beloved car more times that you can count.

“Get in the car.” Billy opens your car door and makes his way around to his side, shouting you an annoyed look and motioning to the passenger seat before getting in, himself

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blahhhh21 · 2 years

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Will Byers x gn!reader

A/N: tw cussing, threats of violence, literally a disgusting amount of fluff 🥰🥰

Will Byers was mad. Oh he was so fucking mad. You had been rumored to have kissed Billy Hargrove at a random irrelevant party, and he was fuming.

He had been busy, too engrossed in the next DN&D campaign to have noticed your annoyance. You guys weren’t exactly dating but he knew that you were something special. Had known it since the very first time he had laid eyes on you. At the annual Snoball.

But now, apparently you were fucking Billy Hargrove?? Will could not believe it. You were a good person, some might say a goody-two-shoes, not some party person that went around kissing people like Billy Hargrove.

It was raining outside, hard. But Will would wait 10,000 hours if it meant that he could talk to you, could shake you and make you see that he was the only one for you.

“Y/N!” Will shouted. You jumped, your 3’2” frame shriveling in surprise. “Will?” You whispered, your heart thumping wildly in you chest.

Will sighed and let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He was so so happy to see you, he always was, but that happiness soon turned into rage.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING???!!!! FUCKING BILLY HARGROVE???!!! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR LITTLE PEA SIZED MIND??!!!”

You cowered, and tried you best to hide from Will and his all encompassing anger. You sang Fight Song by Rachel Platten to calm yourself, it always managed to help.

“Will….I-I-I-I didn’t mean too.” You stuttered, face flushing and averting Will’s gaze.

“You’re so fucking stupid Y/N but it’s okay. I still love you.” Will said tiredly.

“W-W-What? You l-l-love me??” You couldn’t believe it. Will Byers, the guy with the singular coolest haircut on earth was in love with you??

“YES Y/N ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF??? I SAID THAT I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU STUPID BITCH!!IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR??”

“Oh my god yes Will I’m also in love with you!” You exclaimed happily. “Does this mean we’re dating??”

“Oh my fucking god. Obviously.”

Then you guys lived happily ever after. The end.

A/N: so what’d you guys think?? this is only my second fic so don’t judge 🥹🥹

A/N: will’s such a sweetheart 🥰🥰🥹🥹 him and y/n are couple goals ❤️❤️

#stranger things #will byers #will byers x reader #stranger things x gn reader #will byers x gn!reader #fanfic

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latelyanobsession · 1 year

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Hell To Play - Part 2

summary thinking you were nothing but a dump and run, your hot n' heavy heartthrob is back. but are you willing to play nice after the way he left you? he did drive all this way to see you.

warnings teen squabbling, cursing, little to no plot, smut heavy, rough smut, catholic schoolgirl/good girl & bad boy trope

word count 2,168

note this is going to develop into a smut leaning series. and will be updated as i find the time. hope you guys enjoy! also would love to hear input for what kind of scenarios you'd like to see reader and billy have in this series! so let me know!

Part One

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You exited the south doors of St. John the Divine Catholic High School, chatting happily with your friends about catching a movie that weekend. Reviewing the day's tests and giggling about the dumb thing that James Otterbine had said in Spanish class.

Your friend Kim, paused in the conversation, her eyes latching onto something in the distance.

"Um, Y/N I think that guy's staring at us..." she looked around you curiously.

You looked over your shoulder, "what guy?"

The smile fell from your face, and your gut dropped to your toes.

It was him.

Leaning up against his navy blue racer, was Billy Hargrove lighting a cigarette.

"Do you know him?" Kim asked.

You laughed nervously, "Me? No... nah. But tell ya what, I'll go get rid of him." You dropped your tone to barely above a whisper, "asshole."

As you stormed up to the camaro, he greeted you with a drawn-out exhale of smoke.

"Hey, schoolgirl. Miss me?" he asked smugly.

"You wish." you scoffed, arms crossing tight across your cardigan.

He shrugged, head tilting and unbothered as he took another puff of his cigarette. "Well that blows..." he concluded.

"Yeah and how's that?" you humored him, an eyebrow cocked.

"Cuz I drove all this way, and you're gonna put on a charade." He exhaled, his shoulders dropping for emphasis, "when we both know you're not the goody-two-shoes you pretend to be..."

Your face flushed, eyes flickering in momentary panic. "Shut up."

The smirk on his lips said it all.

He was right.

You inhaled deeply. You couldn't let him compromise your image, but you also couldn't deny the gravitational pull he held over you.

"Not here..." you pressed out reluctantly. "Come back in 30... When everyone's gone."

His eyes flashed bright, as he quickly flicked his smoke to the wayside, getting in the car, and leaving.

Walking back to your friend, you smiled weakly. "See? Problem solved."

A little over half an hour later you were sitting on one of the school planters waiting when an engine roared into the now empty school lot.

Pulling up to the curb, he rolled down the passenger window looking at you amused. "Comin?"

You rose without a word and got into the car. Eyes scanning around, on the off chance that you might be caught by someone you knew.

He blew out of the school parking lot, engine revving as the landscape around you began to blur.

"Where are we going?" you asked, expecting to be taken back to that same gritty service road you visited the first time you'd been together.

He looked over at you, smile pricking his lips, tongue peeking out at the corner. "You're that impatient, huh? Want me to stop anywhere and bend you over?" he challenged, foot toeing heavily on the brakes.

Your eyes went wide, heart thumping wildly. "N-no! That's not what I meant. I just..."

He took a sudden sharp turn down a farm access road, stopping short of a small thicket of trees. The fields were flat and barren in the early spring air, the planting barely starting.

"Billy we'll be seen" you hissed desperately, your eyes pleading.

He was already out of the car, coming around to open your door.

"Relax, no one's gonna know their ass from their elbow out here." he reasoned, leaning on your door.

Tentatively stepping a foot out of the car you looked around. "Are you sure? I don't wanna get in tro-"

Billy wrapped a hand around your wrist, pulling you the rest of the way out, slamming the door, and pinning you against it. "Are you gonna be a good girl your whole fucking life? Or are you gonna live a little?" he growled.

You whined lightly, a conflicted expression working its way through your features. Your lip pouted and eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him.

His eyes regarded you hotly, a hand raking down your arm, the other pressing into your hip. "What's it gonna be?"

You tipped your gaze downward in thought, this decision was harder than it should be.

On the one hand, you had so many expectations to uphold, but on the other... his grip felt so nice and firm. You wanted to see what would happen if you followed him down this path of ruin and self-destruction.

Wrinkling your nose cutely, you fought out your decision before finally looking up at him. "Ok."

Leaning in for a kiss you were taken by surprise, Billy's hands wrapping around your waist and flipping you 180 from the passenger's side door and over the hood of the car.

Eyes wide, you winced, hands splaying out on the hood trying to prop yourself upright.

"Billy." you complained, trying to back off the car's nose only to feel his gruff hands hold you in place.

"Nuh uh, Baby." he tittered smoothly, pressing himself over you. His hand sweeping your ponytail aside to place sharp nipping kisses down the nape of your neck.

With denim rubbing on plaid, he ground himself against you. A small huff of pleasure leaving his lips as his hands rucked your skirt up your thighs. The chill spring air tickling bare skin as the material was flipped over the swell of your ass onto your back.

"Oh?" the questioning lilt to his voice made your head lift, looking back at him. "Do you wear these all the time?"

His palm ran smoothly down a bare cheek and then the other, fingers hooking into the thin line of material running betwixt them. Rubbing the red thong between his thumb and forefinger.

A sharp slap hit your skin, making you gasp in audible surprise.

Another cutting slap to other cheek, ripping a drawn out whimper from your lips.

"C'mon, Good girl. Answer me." he chided, with two more short slaps. His hand winding in your waistband and slowly pulling down. "Are you a slut for everyone?"

Whining childishly, you craned your neck to look at him. "No, I'm not." you ground out stubbornly, feet stepping from your panties one leg at a time.

He laughed, pocketing your underwear. "That so? Good girl to the end?" he taunted, knuckles traveling back up the length of your thighs. "We'll see."

He took a firm grasp of you. Hands digging into the flesh of your ass, and spreading you. His feet prying your legs apart and setting you wide.

"Billy what're y-?" the question fell flat as a long broad swipe of his tongue hit your cunt from front to back, a lewd whimper caught in your throat.

"Ahhh! Ah!" You simpered, hips slanting to meet his mouth as another thick wet stroke crossed your slit.

The lewd smack of his lips against your pussy as he pulled away briefly. "Something to say, Baby?" He asked innocently, before returning.

His tongue delved between your folds, padding south and rounding your clit in heavy circles before ascending again.

You had nothing to say. Jaw slack, and eyes lolling back lazily with each passing of his tongue. Chuffing out contented sighs like a sated kitten with a saucer of cream.

Shifting his jaw, his tongue flickered across your clit deftly. Lips suckling the bud with delicious pressure, before releasing with a wet pop.

You were squirming under his touch. Soft sighs growing to light panting moans. As his tongue ran up your length to settle heavily at your entrance and prod. His tongue lapping it's way into your hole with each push of his jaw, eventually setting. Tongue wriggling and darting within you before falling flat to lash itself against your clit once again.

"Billy please!" You whined, fingers curling. Looking for any piece of reality to grab hold of.

A deep rumbling growl vibrated through your folds as he pulled away. Strings of spittle connecting you. "Too much already Baby? Maybe you are a Good girl? Is that it?" He mused, fussing with his belt.

"Are you just too good? Can't handle a decent fuck?" He pulled his jeans down, cock springing free to rest on your ass making you shiver at the contact.

Taking his dick in hand he rubbed himself against you. The length dragging up and down your folds. "Which is it Baby?" He asked.

"Please..." you stated simply, panting and breathy.

He arched a begrudging eyebrow, "Please?"

You repeated yourself, voice quivering as you angled you hips high for him.

He laughed low and sultry, teeth flashing as he leaned in on you, picking up on your little game.

"Oh no. No no no." he cooed, tangling a hand in your ponytail and yanking you to his chest. "Use those big fancy words I know they teach you at that preppy school." He baited before releasing you, a hand resting on your ass, thumb stroking the skin.

The stiff crinkle of a wrapper entering the air, followed by a rip.

Tapping his dick against you a couple times, he teased his cockhead at your entrance, pressing just enough for you to feel the stretch only to be removed.

"Good girls use their words at least..." He growled apathetically.

Chest heaving, you gulped in air, trying to focus. "Fuck me. Please." You begged.

"And why should I?" Billy drawled, cock teasing you. Lightly prodding only to withdraw and rub himself against your folds.

"Because..." You swallowed thickly with a shiver "because I'm... not... Not a good girl."

His interest was peaked, dick pushing just a subtle amount further within you. "Are you now?"

"No", you whined pathetically in frustration, "please fuck me. I need you."

He bottomed out without warning. Ripping a loud keen from your chest.

"Fuck!" He snarled, with a snap of his hips. "Tight!"

The pace was brutal from the outset. Billy thrusting into you with sheer force, pressing you harshly against the car. Your feet barely touching the gravel, each stroke forcing you higher onto the hood.

Trying to steady yourself, you threw your hands out, palms sliding with a sweaty squeal across the metal. "Billy! Gah, ahhh!" you moaned, losing your balance.

A thick hand seized your ponytail, fingers entangling and jerking you back. Pulling you upright as his thrusts hit deeper, sending beats of eye popping pleasure through you. Guttural moans mixing with thick rasping grunts at each connection.

"Billy!" you whined, your breath hitching in heightened huffs.

A resounding slap hit your ass in response as he pressed his weight on top of you. His strokes growing meaner and impossibly deeper. His hand coiling around your hip toward your core, fingering your folds searching.

You arched into his touch when he grazed it, a strangled moan tumbling from your throat. The rough pad of his finger swiping over it again, his hips pressing snugly up against yours. Burrying himself in you to the fullest extent possible and putting tears in your eyes.

He stilled. "Are you a good girl?" he asked, voice gruff and husky.

You tried to push away from him. Anything to get even just a half inch between you, it was so overwhelming. "N-no." you whimpered brokenly.

"Then what are you?" he hummed, hand tugging your ponytail back. Cranking your neck until you looked up at him.

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed and doll like. A rut of his hips bringing you back to focus on your task.

"What. Are. You?" he commanded.

"Dirty." you concluded, with a mewl.

He growled, hand freeing your hair and locking around your neck. Drawing you up close.

"Damn fuckin right." he replied with a deep grunt, withdrawing and thrusting back, making you cry out.

Holding you close, his fingers pressed down hard on your clit, your legs beginning to shake.

"Billy please!" you begged, hands clutching at him. Any part you could take hold of.

"Say it..." he grated, hips faltering, hand wrapped around your throat.

"m.. your ... " you wailed, knees starting to buckle. Your world was starting to spin. You could feel that thin threshold about to give way. "your dirty girl." you choked out with each thrust.

With one final deep stroke, you came. Practically bawling. Tears beginning to twinge your cheeks as Billy's thrusts began to waver.

"Fuck..." he bit out, lips finding purchase on your shoulder. His hips stuttering and legs stiffening with a long drawn groan. "Fuuuuuuuck, my dirty girl."

Placing a kiss at the base of your neck he pulled out. You whined sullenly at the deprivation, before pushing yourself back onto both feet and standing.

Reaching skyward with a stretch, you rolled out your shoulders and began straightening yourself out. Retucking your shirt and smoothing your cardigan, you flipped your skirt back into place. "Billy, where're my panties?" you asked.

Zipping his fly, he looked out the corner of his eye at you. "You're not getting those back."

"Why not?" you gaped at him.

Slinging his arms around you he drew you in and kissed you. Lips pert and demanding, before pulling away.

"Because," he said, "Dirty girls don't need them."

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