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brokemypen · 2 years

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Use Your Words

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Reader is a shy girl who gets too embarrassed to talk dirty. Billy’s going to get it out of her one way or another.

Warnings: Pure smut!! Minors do not interact!! Swearing, dirty talk, light mentions of oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, dom! Billy (kinda mean Billy).

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: ((This is not my gif, all credit goes to the owner.))

This is between two consenting adults, I just want to make that clear! This is also a revision of what I posted last night, which is my first smut ever. Please go easy on me. Anyway, hope you enjoy! <3 -P

It had been five days since Billy touched you and it was driving you absolutely crazy. The days were growing and so was the heat between your legs.

You started imagining the way his hands felt wrapped around your body. How his hands could be both cruel and sweet to you. How one minute he could be gently caressing you and then marking you up with them the next.

Billy knew what he was doing, barely kissing you when he greeted you. Letting you sigh in frustration and not doing a damn thing about it. He could see just how crazy he was making you. How you rubbed your legs together when he was around because you couldn’t help it. But he felt it necessary.

He desperately wanted you to talk, to tell him where you wanted to be touched, he wanted you to beg for it, cry for it. He wanted to get you so worked up that you’d have no choice. He had been nice for too long, slowly trying to get it out of you, but your shy disposition kept getting in the way.

You knew what you wanted to say but you felt embarrassed and the words seemed to stick to your throat. Like when he had you on his kitchen counter, his lips wrapped around your clit, he thought he had you then.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how good it feels.” His eyes staring up at yours, waiting for your response.

All you could muster enough courage for was to grab on to his hair tighter, staring back at those beautiful hazel eyes that made your knees weak and whimper for him to continue. But at that point he was angry with you.

“I’m not going to touch you again until you use your words.” He said, rising up from between your legs, and tossing your panties back at you.

And true to his word, he kept that promise. Barely acknowledging your existence except to pick you up for school and walk you to class.

It frustrated him deeply, wanting to hear you be vocal. The thing with Billy though, is he knew exactly how to touch you, how to make you whimper and cry underneath him, but that wasn’t the point. He wanted to hear the words come from your sweet mouth. He needed to dominate that part of you and while it was driving him crazy, he had a point to prove.

So when he told you, before dropping you off at your calculus class, that he was going to take you to the drive-in for a date, you felt confused. Because every time he took you there, you always ended up in his backseat. And at this point you were surprised he was even speaking to you.

Your stomach flipped as you realized he must have a plan.

Billy honked his horn as you finished getting ready. You quickly ran down the stairs, slightly tripping because your legs felt like jello. You were so nervous, but you desperately wanted to be in close proximity with him. “Pull yourself together.” You whispered to yourself as you opened the front door.

You were greeted by Billy who was leaning against the passenger side door, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

He was wearing a white cut-off sleeve shirt and those jeans that made your throat close up. Clearly he did have a plan here and you tried very hard to keep your breathing under control.

He didn’t say a word as he opened the car door, motioning you to get in. He had a grin on his face, flicking his cigarette as he slammed the door behind you. Once he got in he quickly turned the ignition, peeling out of the neighborhood.

You two were a little late, but luckily the turn out was small and like normal, Billy made sure to park at least four rows away from everyone else. Your stomach turned again, your heart beginning to race. He said he wasn’t going to touch you again until you talked so what exactly was he planning here?

He shut off the ignition, setting the keys on the dashboard. Usually by now he would have already had his lips on your neck, whispering dirty things into your ear, making a mess of your panties. Instead, he crossed his arms and his eyes stayed glued to the screen, completely ignoring your presence.

So first he wasn’t touching you, now he wasn’t talking to you either, or looking at you for that matter.

The tension quickly filled the car. What you didn’t know however is that this was his plan, he knew this was how he was going to break you and he smiled to himself seeing it was working.

You were in the passenger seat staring at him, your chest heaving up and down. He could almost hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Billy.” you whispered, but it came out more like a whine.

You were slowly losing yourself to him, desperately wanting any kind of notion that he still wanted you.

He met your needy eyes, a smile starting to grow on his lips. There it is, he thought to himself.

“You need something?” he said, eyeing you up and down.

Instead of talking, you put your hand on his thigh, rubbing in small circles like you normally did when you wanted him.

He quickly grabbed your hand, pulling it off him. “Uh uh.” He laughed. “I guess I didn’t make myself clear enough. I said I wasn’t going to touch you until you used your words. That doesn’t mean I gave you permission to touch me.” He turned back to the screen leaving you even more desperate and frustrated.

At this point you could feel yourself coming undone, your blood boiling. You felt like you were on fire, liquid courage coursed through your veins. Before you could think, you were pulling yourself on top of him, straddling his lap.

This shocked Billy causing him to grip your hips, an erection growing in his pants, but he wasn’t going to give in so easily. He gripped your face before you could continue, pulling it close to his.

Each word he said very carefully, making sure you would get the message.

“Use your fucking words.” He practically spit, his eyes wide with lust and anger.

You didn’t want to give in either, but you were giving up. You just wanted to feel his hands on you. Wanted him to make you scream his name. You were bucking your hips on him, wanting to get him as worked up as he was making you. That’s when he went back to gripping your hips even rougher, stopping your movements. He leaned in close to your face leaving little to no space between you.

“You never do what you’re fucking told do you?” he seethed.

“Billy, please.” You whimpered, unable to look him in the face.

“Billy, please.” He mocked. “Please what? I’m not going to tell you again.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You felt like you were going to go crazy. The words practically came pouring out of you, whining as you said it.

“Please, please, Billy I need you so bad I feel like I’m going to explode. Please fuck me. I need it, so so bad.” You begged, repeating please over and over again, still trying to grind down on him to get any friction.

The biggest smile spread across his face. He finally had you where he wanted you. Desperate and needy.

“See, was that so hard?” He said smacking your ass and gripping it with his large hands.

He was looking up at you, your lip pouted. Oh, how he loved seeing you a mess like this. He couldn’t wait to have you writhing underneath him. The idea made him even harder.

Billy put his hands around your face, pulling it to his lips, kissing you soft at first, then deeply. You moaned into his mouth, loving the way his lips felt against yours. He tasted like mint toothpaste and cigarettes and it was intoxicating.

You could feel his hardness on your core, and you thought you were going to lose your mind when he gripped your ass again to push you down as he pushed his hips up into you. The noises you made were music to his ears.

“Get in the back.” He said, pulling his mouth off of you, his chest heaving.

You scrambled as fast as you could, giddy with excitement. You were on your back, him following suit and he wasted no time slotting himself between your legs.

“Oh baby, look at you.” He whispered, nipping at your neck as you panted. “You’re a mess aren’t you? So desperate.” He was grinding into your clothed core, earning whimpers from you. God, he loved having you this way. Like you were addicted to him, like he owned you and could have you whenever he wanted.

He continued his bites on your neck, sucking at your pulse points, leaving beautiful purple bruises. He started lifting your dress up slowly working his way down towards your breasts. He gripped the covered mounds, pushing them together and kissing the tops of them. You moaned at the feeling of his lips on you, grabbing at his hair so he wouldn’t stop.

“What baby? You want me to kiss these beautiful tits of yours?” He snickered, biting into the left one, causing you to gasp.

“Yes, please.” You sighed.

He wanted more out of you, but he knew he could work it out of you now. He continued the kisses, reaching behind you to unclip your bra. Once they were free a moan slipped from his lips. You had the most beautiful tits and he swore he could spend all day between them, worshiping them.

Slowly he started licking your peaks, leaving a trail of spit that he then blew his breath on, making your nipples incredibly hard and sensitive. He then kissed each one, while gripping and rubbing the other. Then you felt his teeth as he bit at one and sharply pulled one into his mouth, earning a gasp from you. He did the same motion over and over again moving from one breast to the other.

Then slowly, his mouth moved up, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along your chest and neck. Stopping only when he met your lips, kissing them and nipping at your bottom lip, only to go back to your neck.

He had his hands on your hips. You could feel yourself melting, not sure how much more you could take. This was perfect and exactly what you wanted, but you wanted more, needed it. You didn’t realize you were whimpering his name until he lifted his head to stare at you.

“Tell me what you need, baby. I want to hear you say it.” He whispered.

Your heart was racing and while you were still nervous, any and all embarrassment left you.

“Please touch me, Billy, please.” you whimpered.

He chuckled at your desperation for him. “I will, but you need to tell me where.” He plucked at the band of your panties, riling you up even more.

“Come on baby I know you can do it, let me give you what you need.” he whispered to you, bringing his lips to your neck again.

The frustration was building inside of you. Tears were streaming down your face.

“Fuck.” you whined, bucking your hips against his. “Touch my pussy please.”

He smiled against your lips, happy to give you exactly what you wanted. He stared into your eyes as he slipped his fingers past your waistband, groaning as he felt how soaked you really were.

“You’re drenched baby, is this all for me?” He smirked, trailing his fingers slowly through your folds and circling at your entrance.

You moaned as he easily slid a finger in you. He was moving in slow strokes, wanting to drag your patience out as far as he could. You felt like you were going to come undone right there, already tightening around him.

“Yes Billy, it's all for you. Just please, I need more.” You were moving your hips trying to follow his fingers as he kept moving at an agonizing pace.

“Good girl.” He whispered, slipping in a second finger making you feel even fuller.

Your back arched as you all but screamed as he pumped his fingers into you, moving faster than he did before. He was so good at this, you were seeing stars. You began tightening around his fingers as he began curling them, coaxing moans and small, whispered “fucks” from you. You felt so close, but you didn’t want to be there yet.

“Fuck, please Billy I need you inside of me. Need to feel you so deep.” You sobbed.

He slowed down and stopped, ending his delicious torture on you. Once his fingers slipped out of you, he immediately brought them to his mouth to taste you.

“You taste so good, I’ve missed it.” he groaned, releasing his fingers from his mouth.

He sat up, his hands moving to his belt. Once he had it open he was ripping his pants down, just far enough to free his aching cock from his jeans and boxers. He was good at hiding it but he needed you too. Wanted to feel your walls tighten around him.

He slowly rubbed his throbbing member as he hovered above you. Slowly sliding your panties to the side, he started rubbing it between your folds, gathering your wetness and slowly pushed himself in. He kissed you, groaning into your mouth as he bottomed out. Your slick making it impossibly easy.

You gasped as you felt that familiar stretch and pressure in your stomach. He started moving, sliding out just to the tip and then slowly pushing himself in. Your hands trailed up his shirt and your nails dug into his back. This made him pick up speed as he felt you flutter around him. You wrapped your legs around his hips, gripping his shoulders to hold on for dear life as he pounded into you. The sound of his hips smacking the back of your thighs and your cries filled the car.

He pulled himself up, hovering over you on his forearms so he could watch your face. It already looking dumb and fucked out, exactly the way he liked it.

“You’re such a good fucking girl taking my cock like this. Who owns you, baby? Say it.” He purred.

His words making you writhe under him and your moans loud enough for people to hear, but in this moment you didn’t care.

“You, Billy. You own me, I’m all yours.” You sobbed, gripping your tits in pure ecstasy as he continued, filling you deep with his cock.

He could feel you falling apart, whimpering more and more as he felt you pulsing around him.

“Go on baby, come for me. I want to watch your face when you do.” He thrusted harder, repeatedly whispering how much of a good girl you were.

Then, without warning, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing to cut off some blood flow. This caused you to fall off the edge. Your face twisted as you exploded around him, your vision going black as your orgasm ripped through your whole body. You were screaming his name, your hips moving to meet him.

He continued his movements, pushing even deeper as he felt his own orgasm following. You were slowly coming down as his hips began to stutter. Finally pushing one last thrust, he grunted and cursed as he emptied himself inside of you.

He immediately fell to your chest, still inside as your hearts raced. You both took a minute to catch your breath before saying anything.

“That was so fucking hot.” He murmured against your soft chest.

He then sat up softly kissing your lips, and pulled himself out of you. He tucked himself back into his jeans and looked out the window.

“Holy shit.” He laughed, turning to you. “Pull your dress down and look.” He said, motioned his head towards the window.

You did what he said and sat up. You laughed too when you saw what he was talking about. The entire lawn in front of the screen was empty.

Your eyes grew wide with panic. “You don’t think people heard us do you?” You asked, turning to Billy.

“Baby as loud as I had you screaming, I’d be surprised if they didn’t hear you in the next town over.” He laughed, causing you to blush a deep shade of red.

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mrprettywhenhecries · 5 months

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Billy Hargrove nsft alphabet

➺ Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Honestly depends on how much he cares about his partner. If it’s a one time thing, he’s pretty aloof afterwards, preferring to leave before things get weird. But if he actually has feelings, he’s pretty attentive, sharing a cigarette while they lay against his chest and pillow talk, letting his walls down.

➺ Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Of his own, he’s quite proud of his chest and arms, as well as his tight ass. On his partner, he loves hands and thighs.

➺ Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Loves seeing his cum on his partner, whether it be on your chest/stomach/back, dripping down your chin, or seeping out of your sloppy hole. Makes him feel like he owns you.

➺ Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly likes not being in control all the time. Though he's usually a dom, he wants to be taken care of sometimes, even if he won't voice it.

➺ Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

On the experienced side. He’s had a lot of partners and knows what he’s doing, though he’s always learning, filing things away to use later.

➺ Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He's pretty basic when it comes to his go to positions: Missionary – likes being able to see your expression as he’s fucking you into oblivion. This way he can pin you to the bed, arms pinned above your head, or your legs hooked over his shoulders. Doggie style – for when he wants to be rougher, spanking you or pulling your hair. And lastly, Cowgirl – for when he wants to be taken care of. Loves seeing you on top, on display for him, able to touch you and dig his fingers into your hips, guiding your movements.

➺ Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely more on the serious side, unless he’s comfortable with his partner and feels safe enough to be a little silly with them, ending up cracking a sincere grin or even laughing.

➺ Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

With how smooth he keeps his chest and stomach, man’s clean shaven down there, no doubt.

➺ Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s definitely flirty and cocky, but again, it depends on how close with his partner he is as to how romantic he gets. That being said, he’s definitely a little bit of a closet romantic especially during foreplay and aftercare, often times taking his partner by surprise with that fact.

➺ Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t masturbate much. He prefers having a partner to his own hand. Has a few centerfolds he uses to help get his imagination going, or if he's lucky enough to have some naughty polaroids of you, he'd rather use those.

➺ Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Choking (though not being choked), body worship, spanking, public/semi-public sex, sadism/degradation, oral fixation, leaving marks, rough sex, praise kink, dacryphilia

➺ Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The back of his Camaro is a usual go to place, under Skull Rock at Lover’s Lake, under the bleachers or in the locker room. However, when he can afford it, he enjoys splurging a little and taking his partner to as fancy of a hotel as he can, that way they can take their time and won’t be interrupted.

➺ Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Revealing clothing, begging, but also the flip side–when his partner is just as headstrong as him and teases him right back, he really likes the power struggle, thinks it’s hot when his partner gets angry.

➺ NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s pretty open to trying most things as long as his partner asks for them. However, he doesn’t like being choked or hit. It reminds him too much of the abuse he’s received.

➺ Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers receiving, but enjoys giving if he really cares about his partner, and boy is he good with his mouth. He loves the control he has and showing off his skills, as well as hearing your desperate sounds as he makes you squirm and cum against his mouth.

➺ Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough, but on occasion he can be slow and sensual (usually on those rare occasions that he gets to take his time with his partner).

➺ Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Definitely doesn’t mind them. Often has more quickies than proper sex.

➺ Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s up for some experimentation, as long as he’s the one in control. Loves taking risks in semi-public/public places. It excites him to get away with getting his partner off with other people around.

➺ Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Billy’s got stamina for days, he’d wear you out long before he’s finished.

➺ Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not much of a toy guy himself, but he does occasionally enjoy teasing his partners with any toys they might own.

➺ Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Takes a lot of pleasure in teasing his partner mercilessly. He loves the power imbalance it creates. Plus their begging is like music to his ears. Will definitely edge you til you’re a crying begging mess.

➺ Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Billy talks a lot of dirty talk during foreplay, his voice like honey in your ear, but once he really gets down to it, his words are interlaced with growls and deep grunts. He’s not incredibly loud, always in control. Get him on his back and ride him, or go down on him, however, and you’re liable to hear him start to whine, and even beg, his voice breaking as he grows desperate, but this is rare.

➺ Wild Card (Give a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Doesn’t often get jealous, but once things get serious, you’re his and if anyone dares to hit on you in his presence, they’re getting an introduction to his fist before he pulls you somewhere private to remark his territory.

➺ X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Circumcised, 5 & ½ inches, somewhat girthy, but not huge, with a slight curve, veiny and pink. Very pretty.

➺ Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high, but he knows how to show restraint.

➺ ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Normally, Billy has a hard time falling asleep, but after sex, it’s much easier – he’s worn out and relaxed, and if he feels safe in his partner’s arms, even better.

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billlydear · 1 year

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Imagine Billy getting injured while at basketball practice (Steve may or may not have played dirty) and the reader is a first aider and has to give him an ice pack or something on the bleachers 👉🏻👈🏻 maybe they're also like opposites, the reader on the quieter side? I don't want to give you too much !! <3

MEDIC - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

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"Medic," A husky voice pants from above you, and you slam your hand down over the page of the book you've just been reading, staring up with wide eyes at the newcomer.

You're not sure how you hadn't heard the boy's shoes squeaking on the gym floor, but Billy Hargrove is looming over you, a hand on his incredibly toned stomach.

"Uh," You start, bookmarking the page you were on and staring blankly up at him, "...What?"

"I need ice," He jerks his head back towards the court, chest still heaving with hearty breaths, "I got tripped, and he kicked me in the stomach. Coach said to sit out for the rest of the game."

"Oh," You finally kick into gear, fumbling for the cooler beside you, "Uh, okay. Here," You wrap the frozen block in a towel, "Sit wherever you want, just make sure to bring the ice back to me or take it up to the nurse's office by the end of the day."

Despite your first instruction, Billy nods, and lowers himself right beside you on the bench, arm already stretched over the bench behind your back.

"Thanks," He glances sideways at you, sweat dripping down his temple and nearly veering into his blinding grin, "You get really into those books, huh? Haven't seen you look up, like.. ever."

"Yeah," You hum, brushing your fingers against the cover of the novel, "I guess. Basketball's not really my thing."

"Boring?" He guesses, and before you can think things through, you nod.

"I mean-! Sorry," You gush, cheeks blazing with heat at the chuckle he lets out, one of his large hands still holding the ice pack to his chest, "I didn't mean to insult you, or anything."

He shrugs, "No offense taken. I didn't invent the sport."

"You play it, though," You mumble, as if he's forgotten, "I didn't mean to call you boring."

"I think reading is boring," He taps the spine of your book, "Doesn't mean I think you are."

"You just haven't found the right book," You decide, after a moment's silence. You're sure he doesn't really want to read more, that he's set on his views and doesn't need you to help him, but you can't help but advocate for the hobby.

"Oh, yeah? What book do you recommend, this one?" He reaches for the novel laying in your lap, taking the ice pack off of his side and swapping you for it.

"Hold this," He instructs, and you take it only because you don't know what else to do. He leaves you sitting there, ice pack in your hand, eyes blank and brain empty as he thumbs through the front few pages in your novel.

He stills after a few seconds, both hands firmly on the book as he turns to look at you, "No, like, hold it on me."

"What?"

"Here," He lets one side of the book go to point to a newly-forming bruise on his side, "Hold it there, would you?"

Your hands have never shaken this hard before. You're praying he doesn't notice, that somehow he misses the trembling of your fingers as you slowly reach out to press the ice pack against his bare stomach. And of course, fuck, of course it's rock-hard.

"Thanks," He hums, fingers flipping through page after page before he finally shuts the cover.

"Boring," He concludes, passing it back to you.

You don't know what to say. You're not like him, you don't have a thousand witty quips at your disposal or a raspy drawl that makes anything sound like one even if it isn't. You're a fish out of water here, and all you can do is nudge the ice pack back into his hands.

"Wait," He boomerangs it back to you, "Just a second. Lemme get a smoke."

He reaches up a step, turning his torso so that he can grab his bag from where he's left it on the bleachers. You don't blame him for not leaving it in his locker, break-ins and searches are extremely common. He digs a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of the bag, torso still twisted so that his side presses into your hand. You're desperate for something else to look at, settling on the gum stuck to the bleachers two feet away from you. It used to be mint, you think.

"There," Billy sighs, and you hear the rrrip of his lighter. You focus your attention back on his face, and you let yourself catch a miniscule glance at his chest first. Really, it's just the path your eyes traveled on the way to his face, surely that's not your fault. That was inevitable.

"Thanks," He shoots you a lazy grin, billowing smoke like a steam engine, "Mind holding it for a while longer?"

"Uh, I would really-"

"Thanks," He doesn't let you finish, keeping his cigarette in one hand as he stretches the opposite arm behind your shoulders. He's draped dramatically out over the bench, and doesn't have to stretch far to nudge your knee with his own.

"Look at number 18, Simmons? Y'see him there?"

"Yeah," You nod, eyes locked onto the jersey.

"He's gonna miss," Billy predicts, and sure enough, the boy's attempt at a shot is abysmal, you're certain you could make a better shot.

Billy snickers, and his chest shakes against the ice pack, moving through to your hand.

"Guy shouldn't even be on the team," Billy scoffs, "If he's not missing a shot he's playing fouls."

All you can let out is a hum of acknowledgement, and Billy turns to you with that same grin.

"Right, I forgot. Boring. Well we have to talk about something," He huffs, smoke pouring from his nose, "Otherwise that would be even more boring. So what's it gonna be?"

"English," You decide after a moment of deliberation, "Have you started your essay yet?"

"Do you think I've started my essay yet?" Billy raises one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows, and you nod slowly, comprehendingly.

"You should," You tell him, even if you know your input won't matter, "It's a big part of your grade."

"You should help me," Billy parrots your advice, and at the second he's done speaking, the end of class bell rings. "I don't know how to write an essay."

"I- I guess I can," You stammer through your offer, balancing the ice pack on his thigh and turning to gather your things, "-but I don't really know when we could-"

"Today," Billy drawls, snatching the ice pack up and standing, stuffing his bag over his shoulder. He repositions it over his ribs once more, standing there looming above you on the bleachers, "In the library after school? You got plans?"

"No," You admit, thumbing at the strap of your backpack you've just thrown over your shoulder, "I guess I can help you then."

"Thanks," His face scrunches into a bright grin, and he glances behind him as his friends urge him back into the locker rooms. He makes a show of things, waving as he backs away, then shouting, "See you after school!" across the gym. His voice echoes and reverberates back to you what seems like a thousand times, as do the intrigued questions of his classmates.

By the time the final bell of the day rings, you have a date with Billy Hargrove. Or- at least that's what everyone has been whispering to each other. But it's a study session, you tell yourself, gripping the novel that he needs to analyze in your left hand while your right fiddles with a ring you've got there, that's all it is.

You're surprised to find Billy in the library at all, not to mention before you. You have a sneaking suspicion he'd ditched his last class of the day, but what you're more worried about is the single plucked daisy posed by your place at the table.

"Hey, nurse," He greets you with that signature grin of his, but this time there's gum in his mouth instead of a cigarette, "Ready for our study date?"

Okay, so it's a date.

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anonair · 2 years

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444aslut444 · 2 years

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Unexpected call <3

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Once Billy finds out you are grounded thanks to him, he makes it up to you.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, phone sex, domBilly x subReader, degrading kink, praising kink, cussing, daddy kink, nicknames (slut, princess, baby, darling, etc), sexual innuendos, and if I missed any LMK.

A/N: is phone sex smut? anyways, Billy can literally put a baby in me.. enjoy!

You woke up from your sleep to the phone ringing, you looked at the time and it was almost two in the morning. “Shit,” you mumbled as you yawned and sat up in your bed. You grabbed the phone off your dresser and flicked the lamp on.

“Hello?”

“Hi princess,” a smooth voice said. Billy, you thought.

You blushed and started playing with the teddy bear Billy had gotten you for your birthday. “Hey handsome, why are you calling me this late on a school night,” you asked, trying to mask your excitement.

He chuckled, “Great question, well I was wondering if you wanted to sneak out with me tonight and cause some trouble. What-do-ya-say?”

You sighed into the phone, knowing your answer wouldn’t please him. “I would love to babe, I really would but I’m already grounded for sneaking out with you the other night,” you said sadly.

You could hear Billy curse under his breath, “No it’s alright I just miss you, princess.”

“I miss you too B,” you muttered in a low whine, missing him so much more he couldn’t even imagine. “Let me make it up to you babe,” he said. “How’re you gonna do that?” you asked curiously.

“Tell me how much you miss me, sweetheart,” he demanded softly. A shiver traveled down your spine, cheeks lighting on fire. “What?” you asked confused at his request. “I said, tell me how much you miss me, slut.”

“Billy-,” you said finally realizing what he wanted. “I wish I could show you how much I miss you,” you leaned back on your bed with the phone in your hand, your other hand tracing circles on your bare stomach.

“What’s my fucking name slut,” he spits, causing warmth to pool in your core. “D- daddy,” you muttered out.

“Good girl, now close your eyes and listen carefully,” he demanded. “Anything for you,” you purred into the phone. “Lay back and close your eyes,” he commanded, “I want you to slide your hand into your panties and feel yourself.”

You hummed in obedience as your hand traveled into your panties slowly. “I’m so wet for you,” you whined out.

He chuckled, “Of course you are baby, I wish I was there to touch you, to taste you.”

Your fingers slid down and started moving in and out of your pussy as his voice was intoxicating and you couldn’t help yourself. All of Billy was intoxicating but his smooth voice always hit the spot.

“Oh d-,” you tried to say but a moan slipped between your lips. “Yeah there you go beautiful, let me hear those pretty noises.”

Your fingers moved faster, hearing Billy only pushed you harder. “Talk to me, what would you do if I was there?” he asked seductively.

You smiled in anticipation, “I’d let you pound me till I couldn’t walk,” you said in a breathy moan, “Imagine if you were here, I’m so wet and tight, and it’s all for you,” you finished saying in a whine as you got closer to the edge.

Billy moaned through the phone, “You’re so fucking bad sweetheart, I can’t wait to teach you a lesson,” he hissed.

“I can’t wait to cum on your cock-“ you tried to say but was interrupted by Billy’s groan of your name into the phone. “Goddamn Y/N, fuck you’re amazing,” he moaned.

“Not as amazing as you, oh my god- I miss you inside me,” you moaned, the end coming close. “You’re such a dirty girl, you love being my little slut don’t you,” he grunted, stroking his cock to the sound of your moans.

“Yes, yes daddy,” you moaned louder, you slapped your hand over your mouth to hide your moans, as your legs shook uncontrollably. “Hmm you sound so pretty, I can’t wait to feel you again, feel you cum on my fingers,” he moaned lowly into the phone.

The image of Billy laying on top of you with his fingers in between your legs formed in your head, breaking the dam that was holding your orgasm. Your mouth formed an “O” shape as you clutched the phone tightly, dragging a loud moan into the phone speaker. Your legs trembled as you heard Billy keen into the phone, “Atta girl, yeah cum for me.”

Your moans grew louder as you worked yourself even faster for him, “Oh my god fuck,” you moaned out. “So fucking pretty darling, gonna make me cum,” he moaned out as he stroked himself faster.

“Oh Billy,” you sighed as you came down from your high, “‘M gonna choke on that cock next time I see you I swear-“ you were cut off again by Billy groaning your name.

“I love you so much y/n, oh- fuck me-,” he moaned as he came. His moans of your name made your pussy clench around nothing, missing his presence more than anything. “Oh my god y/n,” he praised after a moment of silence. “We need to do that more often, especially when you get me in trouble and I can’t see you,” you chuckled.

“I’m gonna have a semi when I see you tomorrow,” he said giggling. You laughed into the phone, trying to grasp your breath as Billy shifted around his room. “I really needed that, like I really did,” you said appreciating his time. “Me too, ya know, I think you’re gonna be the death of me,” Billy whispered, sinking into his bed as he turned the light off.

“Right back at you handsome,” you said with a big dumb grin on your face. “Get some rest baby. I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too Billy,” you replied, placing a kiss to the phone speaker and then hanging up. You put the phone back on your dresser and turned around to the other side of your bed, clutching the same bear that Billy had gotten you. You pulled the bear to your face, smelling his scent. You inhaled, smiling like a fool.

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bowdownperv · 7 months

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How about first time/losing virginity to Best friend Billy Hargrove

First Time [B.H]

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, virginity loss

"I like him, I don't like him"

Every time your heart said you liked him, your brain instantly shut it down. Why? Because you didn't like him. He was your best friend. A man you could trust who'd take care of you without expecting something in return. And okay, sure he was smoking hot. And you'd absolutely stare at his bulging biceps a little too long when he was done getting a pump at the gym. And fine, maybe sometimes you did look at the bulge in his sweatpants and think about how big his cock was; how it would feel for him to wrap his big arms around you and slam you down on it not letting you cum until you'd finally admit-

"Fuck, I like him."

Spring came and went fast, but little did you know you'd be coming even faster.

Billy was the type of boy that teachers warned you about and your parents scorned you to stay away from. He had a tough, bad boy looking exterior; but on the inside, he was the sweetest boy you'd ever known.

Whenever you were stressed in the library, head in your hands, Billy would come over and ask to sit with you. His warm presence automatically lifted you up as he tried, but failed, to help you with your homework and distract you by cracking dumb jokes; which still made you laugh.

He'd drive you home from school in his Camaro so you didn't have to take the bus. Giving you his extra pair of sunglasses and looking over at you with a smile when the wind would blow your hair into your face. Just driving through town enjoying each others company.

He was also someone you trusted. You'd have deep conversations with him where you'd tell him about all your boy issues, and about the ones who made you uncomfortable. Billy promised to always protect you from them.

He never tried to hit on you or imply anything sexual with you. It was always just sweetness. Telling you how beautiful you looked when you were a total mess. Holding your hand when crossing the street to buy you ice cream. And inviting you over all the time where you'd sit together on his bed watching cartoons. Maybe sitting a little too close to each other.

This is the way it had always been. You knew that Billy would be a perfect boyfriend to some girl but you'd just presumed you weren't her. Not because you didn't want that necessarily, but because you expected that it was off the table. That is until June rolled up with the last day of school.

❊ ❊ ❊

"Hey Y/N," Billy appeared behind your locker making you jump.

"Oh, sorry. Did you want to get ice cream after school with me?" he asked playing with his fingers.

You lost all focus, your eyes were staring at his hands and you cursed at yourself for the scenarios you were imagining.

You thought about his big hands holding your waist. How they would feel grabbing your ass. How his slender fingers would reach so deep inside your p-

"Y/N?"

"What? Oh, yeah sure. I'd love to," you said, coming back to reality.

Fuck. Billy was your best friend. You weren't supposed to be having all these dirty thoughts about him.

"Okay, great," he smiled. "I'll pick you up at 3."

As you watched him leave you felt so guilty — but mostly horny.

Admittedly, this wasn’t the first the time you thought about Billy in a sexual way.

There were those nights you were sprawled out on your bed, and your hand would reach underneath the soft fabric of your panties to rub your at pussy. Thinking about Billy behind you, tugging your waist into his own, plunging his thick cock inside of you. Forcing you to swallow his cum. Or maybe you’d be on top of him riding his cock while his warm moans echoed against your throat.

You'd like to think this mindset was a phase, and only temporary, but it had been slowly getting worse since you'd first met him.

The rest of the school day was filled with humid classes, boring speeches, and a wet pussy.

As the final school bell rang signaling summer vacation, you slowly made your way out the doors following the crowd. Feeling the instant sting of the sun on your shoulders as your fingers played with your tank top strings. Squinting from the yellow sun in your eyes, you looked around for Billy’s car. When you heard the rattle of gears scraping against metal, you knew to follow the sound. There Billy was laughing whilst revving the engine of his Camaro. You broke out a shy smile. It was an inside joke between the two of you. One of Billy’s main ways of attracting girls was through his car. The sound of rust grinding somehow turning them on. That kind of shit never impressed you though. Which was something Billy liked. You were different.

“Hop in, Y/N,” he said, popping the door open for you.

You crawled inside. Shaking your ass a little to get adjusted. Billy unconsciously stared at it. It didn’t help you were wearing your tiniest pair of denim shorts. You changed into them earlier in the locker room just to tease him. Your squinted eyes peered up at up at him while his hand naturally went to grab yours, squeezing it.

“We made it!” he exclaimed with a dumb, toothy smile. “Free at last!”

“I’m still surprised you didn’t flunk out,” you teased with a smile and a hand in your hair. You put on a pair of your red, heart-shaped glasses you kept in his cup holder. He had bought you them as a joke but you loved how cute they looked.

“That’s all thanks to my amazing tutor.”

It was true. When Billy briefly mentioned how bad his grades had fallen. You were the only one who actually cared. The only one that was there for him, and help him get them up. You’d come to his place every week with flash cards and quiz him on all his subjects. You were the reason he was able to pass his classes. And he appreciated it more than you'd ever know.

“I’m really proud of you Billy,” you said, tapping your cherry nails on the top of his hand.

“Now let’s get that ice cream you promised me.”

Billy’s face was covered in a sincere smile as he pulled the gear stick into drive and drove off leaving behind a contrail of gray, puffy smoke. The aroma of petrol lingered in the air.

❊ ❊ ❊

Riding in Billy’s car was like kissing summer. The wind blowing in your air. The sun shining on his steel, finished hood making tiny icy reflections. The smell of citrus and diesel. There was an invisible string of chemistry between the two of you. You felt it reeling you into Billy and you hoped he’d felt it too.

When you heard the click of his blinker, you knew you’d arrived. Billy hopped out first and grabbed your hand to help you. It was little actions like that in which you’d always remember.

You both got the largest ice creams you could. Sitting on a white, wooden bench, laughing. Enjoying the taste of sweet strawberry.

Billy was always very touchy way with you in the most adoring way. It was his love language. But something about today was different. It felt to you less playful and more passionate. The way his hand moved from the small of your back—squeezing your hand—and then settling on your naked thigh. You stared at your melting ice cream, unable to even look at him. His strong arms poking out of his black tank top, the bulge in his gym shorts, the stained, snug look that was always on his handsome face.

Your ice cream was dripping and so was your pussy.

“Hey, uh. I didn’t know if you were doing anything tonight. But maybe you’d wanna come over and celebrate at my place together. There's some things I wanted to say to you. I mean, you're the only reason I made it through this year.”

You hoped to god he’d mistake your blushing cheeks for sunburn.

“Sure, why not,” you giggled.

“Ok. Great,” he smiled scratching his head. You loved it. The way everyone built him up to be such a tough, bad boy. But how soft and shy he was around you. You loved how nervous he’d get when asking you to hang out with him, yet play it off like its no big deal. When in his head he's praying for you to say "yes".

Billy didn’t have a great life at home. He didn’t have people who supported him, or even cared whether he failed out of school or not. All he had was you. But you cared so much. You wanted nothing more than to see him do good and cheer him on the whole way there. Billy never took you for granted. He never had a girl like you who saw him for anything more than sex. And for that, he was so incredibly grateful for you.

Suddenly, unable to control yourself. You kissed his cheek with your cold, strawberry lips. Watching how it instantly turned red. Before he could say anything, you quickly stood up and plucked a wildflower, placing it in your hair. You walked back over to him with a smile and stood between his spread legs. Your faces inches apart.

“Look how pretty,” you said. Grabbing his much larger hand to touch it.

“Almost as pretty as you,” he said confessionally.

You blushed so hard. Not knowing what to say or do. Despite the blazing heat, you were frozen. Frozen in time with this man in front if you. Your bodies radiating love to one another. Your heart jittery from the touch of his hand and the way his sunset eyes were glued onto you. The sun could explode right now and you wouldn’t even notice. A cage of exotic butterflies were unleashed in your tummy.

You held onto his left calloused hand and spun. A contagious smile washed over his face as he watched you. Teeth shining brighter than the rays of sun. His tan skin as creamy as honey. He could’ve got down on one knee right then and there.

It was a beautiful day. The sun beaming over your heads like a spotlight. Green grass contrasting the blue sky. Cotton balls of pollen hopping around like bubbles in the wind. But the most beautiful of all was the man standing in front of you.

You absorbed each others energy. Reminiscing on memories from the past year. The time when you saw a cherry tree and Billy held you on his broad shoulders so you could pick the fruit. And how you later tripped and stained your white skirt red. Making Billy carry you back to the car.

You remembered all the late nights of tutoring Billy. Where you’d both crash from exhaustion. How he’d be a gentleman and give you his bed while he slept on the floor. How you secretly wished he would share the bed with you. Cuddling his pillow that smelled like him. Pretending it was him.

❊ ❊ ❊

Before long, you were back in the Camaro heading to his place. Head looking out the window peacefully, but sadly because Billy wasn’t yours. He always right there, so close to you. Yet so far away. You didn’t want to risk destroying the relationship that you’d had, but some friendships were made to be broken. You sighed.

The gravel grumbled under his tires as he pulled up to his trailer.

“Here we are.”

Billy carried your school bag with his own as you followed him inside.

You entered his trailer and made your way to his room. Billy’s bedroom was a small, but cozy sanctuary. A safe place that housed so many memories. You hopped on his unmade bed, legs dangling off the edge.

Billy came over to you and rubbed your thigh. You felt your heart free fall.

“I just wanted to say that I’m really grateful for you Y/N. You were always there for me when I needed someone. I hope I can do the same for you.”

Your cheeks felt like they were going to explode.

“Awe, of course Billy. I’m always here for you. You’re very special to me.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into you. You were instantly at peace. He was your home. With his chin resting on top of your head, you’d wish you could stay like that forever; together.

“Hey uhm, why did you kiss my cheek like that earlier?” he asked hiding his hands in his short pockets.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “You just looked really cute I guess.”

“I could say the same about you,” he laughed.

Your hands naturally went to play with your hair. It was one of those awkward moments where you didn’t know what to say. Was he flirting with you? Do you flirt back? What if that’s not what he was implying at all. What if you ruin everything.

“Let’s play a game,” you said. “Truth or dare.”

Billy sat in the floor and looked up at you. Squinting his eyes like you were his prey.

“You go first.”

“M-kay, truth or dare Billy.”

“Dare.”

Oh, the things you could dare him to do. Kiss your lips until you suffocate. Lick your pussy. Fuck you on his bed...

“I dare you to slap yourself in the face”

Lame.

He landed quite a hard slap to his face making you giggle. Making you daydream about him slapping your ass while balls deep inside you.

“Alright, truth or dare, Y/N”

“Truth.”

You watched as Billy furrowed his eyebrows and strokes the stubble on his chin.

“Have you ever faked an orgasm?”

Your pussy literally gasped.

“I’ve never actually done it before.”

“What, have an orgasm?”

“No, I’ve never had sex before,” you kicked your legs nervously.

Billy almost didn’t believe you. You had told him everything. Or so he thought. You were so a beautiful girl. Out of his league he assumed. How could you be a virgin?

“Oh, so are you waiting for marriage?”

“I’ve just never really had the opportunity. I want to do it with a guy I can trust.”

“That’s understandable,” he lowered his chin. “You deserve that.”

Your heart was beating so fast you felt like you were going to pass out.

“Truth or dare, Billy.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Billy’s eyes glowed.

“Is that what you really want?”

“Fuck, Billy. Just come here and kiss me.”

Billy practically ran to your body sitting on the bed. Cupping your face with his big hands as his lips collided against yours. He tasted forbidden. Like the first bite out of the apple in Eden. He eagerly stuck his tongue in your mouth which you encouraged by sucking on it.

Hit calloused fingertips traced your skin like warm sandpaper. His hot breath mixing with your own. You were right where you were supposed to be. All the stars and galaxies somehow aligned to put you in this exact moment; together. After all these years of jarring up your feelings, you were finally brave enough to open the lid.

“Billy, I want you to fuck me.”

Billy couldn’t believe the dirty words coming out of your sweet lips. He put his hand on his head. Unable to think straight with all the blood going to his cock, and the thought of fucking his best friend.

“I hope you know I didn’t invite you over here just to get in your pants,” he said sincerely.

“I know, I know Billy. I’m ready now and I want it to be you. I always have.”

“Are- are you sure?” he stumbled on his own words. Waiting for the word, "yes," so he could finally do what he’s wanted to since his eyes first saw you.

“Yes, please.”

He quickly planted one more kiss to your mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips.

❊ ❊ ❊

Billy's hand cupped your jawline, pulling you into his lips. It was warm. The way his lips felt, his taste of honey that dripped down your throat and filled you with sweetness. Your lips fluttered with one another’s.

Before you knew it, you were reached to bring his hand under your t-shirt. Holding onto his wrist and guiding his palm. You could see the shock in his face. He didn’t know what to do. You were in control.

Billy cleared his throat.

His hands roamed your tits. Whatever Billy was touching felt good whether that was your hand, your chest, your pussy. You wanted his electric touch all over your body. You needed him everywhere at once.

You guided Billy's hand in pulling off your shirt. Tossing it on the carpet of his messy bedroom floor. Billy stared at your bare tits like they were the light beyond heavens door. His big hands engulfed them and squeezed them hard, but somehow angelically. You threw your head back in pleasure. His mouth peppering your exposed throat in kisses and soon to be hickeys. Sucking on your delicate skin.

"Feels good?" he asked with a raspy tone. His hot breath beating on your throat made your nipples harden. His fingertips definitely noticed.

"So good Billy," you nearly cried. "No one's ever touched me like this before."

You could see by how he cocked his brow that your words raised his ego. He kept quiet with a smug look to his face and continued massaging your delicate tits. Your eyes fixated on the bulge in his gym shorts. It was always apparent, but it was significantly bigger now. You could always tell Billy had a big dick. He constantly had to readjust his pants. Sometimes you'd be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his round cock head highlighted deliciously in his grey gym shorts. You'd wanna crawl between his legs right there and milk him with your sweet mouth.

You reached for his cock and rubbed it through the fabric of his shorts. It seemed so large and intimidating against your small hand. You could feel it chubbing up. He let out little whimpers into your neck.

"Can I play with your cock Billy?" you asked with a sweet voice and Bambi eyes.

"Fuck, Y/N..." was all he said. His face red and already beating with sweat like he had just finished a brutal workout.

You crawled over to him and pulled his shorts down curiously. You jumped back a bit when his giant cock sprang out hitting your lower lip. The tip already glazed with precum.

"I don't know what to do Billy," you pouted. "Tell me how to make you cum."

"Oh...fuck," he groaned. Billy was already trying not to bust a huge load all over your pretty face just from the dirty words coming out of your voice so heavenly.

"Spit in your hand for me sweetheart, ok?"

"Then use both hands to stroke it up and down."

You followed his orders. Spitting in your tiny hand and then coating your saliva along his cock. You had to spit in your hand a second time to fully lubricate it. Soon, his pink cock was bulging and completely painted in your saliva.

You shuffled your body closer to him and wrapped both hands around him. You looked up at him and batted your cartoon eyes. Slowly moving them down his impressive length. You started at his leaking head and moved down the shaft. Once you reached his big balls, you moved it up again. Going slow; painfully slow.

"A-am I doing it right Billy? Does it feel good?"

"Fuck," he groaned. His eyes wide with excitement as he watched you work.

"Feels too fucking good, you're such a good girl."

You smiled as your cheeks turned rosy.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" you asked nervously with a swallow.

"Goddamn baby," he whined. I'll guide you, okay?"

You nodded and stared down at his massive dick. Fuck, you thought. How were you supposed to fit that in your mouth?

Billy reached a hand to hold your hair behind your neck.

"Start slow baby, okay? Put the head in and I'll help you get the rest."

You looked down at his cherry mushroom head and licked your lips. Then, without hesitation wrapped your sweet lips around it and sucked. Tasting the salty precum as your tongue danced around it. You gazed up at him to see his reaction.

"Shit, baby," he exhaled. He looked like he was falling apart and you'd barely done anything.

"I'm gonna help you go down more, alright? Tap my thigh if it's too much."

With that, Billy took his free hand and pushed your head down his cock slowly. It didn't take long for him to hit your gag reflex and you frantically tapped his thigh. Your throat made a disgusting noise as your saliva poured down his cock and collected on his balls. He quickly pulled you off as you wiped your mouth. His cock and balls now dripping in your saliva.

"M sorry," you frowned. Looking up with him with glossy eyes.

"Can I try again?"

"You're doing fucking amazing," Billy reassured you, giving you a soft kiss to the forehead.

"We'll go slower this time, okay?"

You smiled bright enough to light the room and nodded.

This time, you were much more confident. As Billy guided you down his thick cock, you prepared yourself. Once his head started grazing your reflex, you trained yourself to not gag. Your mouth was more lubricated now than before which made it easier. You enjoyed the sentiment of having your best friends cock shoved down your throat.

Billy guided you about 3/4 the way down his cock before raising your head back up. Not wanting to push you too far on your first time. When his cock plopped out of your lips, a long string of saliva still connected it to your mouth. Billy smiled and wiped your lip with his thumb.

"Your cock tastes so good," you moaned. Still catching your breath.

"You did so good princess. I'm proud of you," he said rubbing your sore cheeks.

"I think I'm ready to feel your cock inside my pussy," you said bravely.

Truthfully, you were terrified. You had no idea what it was like to have anything up there besides your own fingers. Billy's cock was huge. Was it going to hurt? What if you couldn't handle it? But, taking one look at Billy made the worries in your head vanish. This is what you wanted, with who you wanted. And you were ready. You trusted Billy with your soul and you wanted no one other than him to cross this bridge with you.

Billy smiled at you and helped you undress. It was slow; sensual. You put your legs in Billy’s lap and watched him trail your panties down your legs. He looked up at you for validation; you nodded. Your panties were thrown in with the pile of your scattered clothes collecting on his floor.

You gasped as Billy gently pushed your body against the bed and held him self over you with one arm; his tricep muscle bulging. You slid his boxers down his calves and off his feet. Your hands naturally placed themselves on his bare ass.

With his free hand, Billy lined his pink, mushroom head up against the opening of your virgin pussy. You were the wettest you’ve ever been.

“I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

You smiled and nodded.

Once he slid his cock into your folds, your mind evaporated. Suddenly, you knew what it meant to be alive. The beating of your heart telling your mind that this is what you want; this is who you love. Pleasure, lust, love all filled your head.

It had been a tight squeeze just to get the head in. You felt your pussy get stretched out for the first time ever. The long blue vein of your best friends cock was coursing with lust. You could feel it pulsing inside you due to how hard he was and was continuing to become.

Your hands pulled him closer. Your legs spread open for him with your ankles tied around his thighs.

“Shit, you're tight,” Billy moaned.

He leaned down on his forearms. His face inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath against your lips every time he moaned. He slowly slid more of his cock into you.

"Tell me if it's too much, I don't wanna hurt you."

"No-no, fuck its perfect," your hand reached for his cheek. He smiled in relief as you pulled him in for a deep kiss. You almost suffocated from how good he was making love to you. His lips fluttering against your own, his hot breath in your mouth, his cock filling up your pussy.

"Gonna put the rest in okay?" Billy said in-between a kiss. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his head. You pulled him close; wanting his lips deep with yours in the moment he bottomed you out.

"Oh fuck...fuck-," he hissed. Suddenly, hips smashed into your own as his balls kissed your ass. His cock fully stretched you out. His head fell down to the side next to yours. You could hear his puppy whimpers in your ear.

"Holy shit," you whined. You felt a tear roll down from how incredible your pussy felt. You had never been this turned on before; never this wet. Your arms grasped his sweaty, broad back; needing something to hold onto as your pussy adjusted to having such a giant cock stretching it out for the first time.

It was exactly what dreamed on for so long coming true. Billy's body on top of you dominating you. His cock plunging into you marking you as his territory; his girl.

Billy's mouth never shut the whole time.

You two stayed like that for a while, needing time to fully process what was happening. From the day Billy first met you, this is all he wanted. All he ever wanted was to call you his girl. You were the star of all his dreams. His daydreams were he fantasized about kissing you and holding you tight. His wet dreams were he came to the thought of fucking you just like this, hearing you scream your name as he made you fall apart. Waking up drenched in his own cum.

But you felt better than he'd ever imagined. Better than his fist when he would jerk himself off to the thought of you under him. And the fact that he was lucky enough to be the first person to ever fuck you? He almost came at the thought. He wanted nothing more than to be the only person to ever fuck you.

Billy slowly introduced a bit of thrusting. Swinging his hips and pressing you into his mattress with the force of his body, the bed was squeaking. His rough hand gently caressed the side of your face, keeping your eyes glued to his own as he fucked you. You could hear how wet you’d gotten from the damp sound his cock made driving into your pussy. Billy was your guide. Guiding you from the realm of girlhood into womanhood. Introducing you to love. Real love. How beautiful it is to be loved and be able to experience it in such an intimate way. How in this moment with Billy’s body on top of your own, you felt one with him. Two hearts beating together and connected sexually.

“Goddamn. You feel so good,” Billy whined connecting his lips to yours. It was so much. Too much. But not enough at the same time. You needed more of him.

“Fuck me harder. Please Billy,” you damn near cried into his mouth.

Billy’s eyes beamed with determination as he pummeled his cock deeper into you using the force of his glutes. Your mouth dropped open at the sudden change of pace. Your body squirmed but Billy kept you pinned down with his muscular arm against your chest. Tears of immense pleasure rolled down your rosy cheeks. You were moaning so loud the books on his desk were shaking.

“Fuck!” you screamed. “My pussy loves your cock!”

Your tits bounced against Billy’s chest with every thrust. You felt the hair on his chest brush against them. You felt the beating of his heart and his warm exhales against your skin. The way he takes care of you everyday translated to the bed where he was entirely focused on making you feel good.

“Shit-shit.” Billy moaned frantically. His hand pushed his sweaty hair back.

You were chanting his name like a cheerleader. Telling him how good his cock felt inside you. Holding onto any part of him you could grasp for support as he destroyed your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum Billy!” you screamed breathlessly.

“Cum for me. Please baby. Cum all over my cock,” Billy begged. Continuing to plunge his cock into you. Droplets of sweat and precum spraying out each time his skin slammed into into you.

Your head felt dizzy; drunk by lust. The amount of pleasure your pussy was getting hammered with was intoxicating. You could feel how swollen it had gotten. Your insides began untying like a ribbon. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your pussy was giving up to the power of his cock.

“Fuck Billy! Fuck, I’m cumming!” you shrieked. Your mind ascended as you squirted all over Billy’s cock and bedsheets. Some droplets of your cum even sprayed onto the floor. You pulled him close to you, needing his comfort. The intensity of your orgasm was almost scary.

“Fucking shit,” Billy moaned at the beautiful sight of you falling apart under him.

“Need your cum,” you whined greedily. “Cum in my pussy.”

Billy’s strokes came to a stop. His body froze and you felt his cock twitching inside you and the warmth of his cum filling you up. It was satisfying feeling a mans cum inside you for the first time. Especially one who you trusted and loved so dearly.

The two of you had made a mess. Your pussy was overflowing like a cream pie with too much cream. Cum was dripping all down your thighs and Billy’s cock still tucked inside you. The two of you both sweating and panting, trying to catch your breath with heaving chests. Billy leaned down and smashed his lips against yours. His tongue interlocking with your own.

Billy tried to pull his cock out but you pulled him back.

“No. Stay,” you whined.

Billy smiled and plopped down next to you. Spooning you with his wet cock still tucked inside you. A puddle of your mixed cum collected on his bedsheets. His fingers combing through your hair. Untangling the strands that had become matted from him pounding you into the bed. He felt safe. Like home. Like the sun in your dark sky. You knew that this is where you were meant to be forever. In his arms. And you weren't gonna let any other of those basic bitches at school fuck your man.

“Truth or dare Billy?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to make me cum again.”

#first time!billy #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove imagine #smut

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Tape From Hell

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, more

Ask: @hargrove-stan: Can I request an imagine where the reader and Billy are dating and instead of billy getting possessed by the mind flayer it’s the reader? And billy is the one trying to free the reader from the mind flayer’s possession in star court mall? Reader doesn’t die!

Warnings: NSFW! swearing (like a lot), t o x i c relationship, SMUT, oral (f receiving), p in v, choking, dirty talk, a hint of degradation, billy being bat shit? Idk if it's a part of his personality comes with the package, crying, angst, sad shit, violence! (not from Billy for a change), it's dark I ain't gonna lie, minors dnr

Word-Count: 14k (I know she’s a long one but it’s worth it)

There were a few things about Billy that had you seething with anger for a big part of your relationship. For one, Billy Hargrove was one big asshole. He could be oh so selfish and self-obsessed and sneaky as hell. Something about his way just played into one’s annoyance just right. Perhaps it was a talent, really, for him to be able to change someone’s mood from happy to sour with only a few words and calculated looks. Just like he had done to you only half an hour prior, leaving you to sit in your car, anger brooding in the back of your mind.

You had been on your way home, punching your steering wheel furiously, as you cussed him out, the mixtape he had made for you playing loudly in the background when you almost hit a tree. Deciding it was better to stop for a few moments and calm yourself, you now sat at the side of the road, head thrown back against the seat, eyes closed as you forced yourself to stand over it.

Everything had been just fine; you knew his temper and his habits of flirting. You knew and it was fine. But when you came to the Hawkins Community Pool, where you had planned to surprise him with some food and a new bikini, which you knew he would drool over, only find him grinning down at Karen Wheeler, while biting his lip and moving his hand to gallantly pull at the strap of her swimsuit – which was quite unsuitable for a woman her age, by the way. He had seen you then, after giving a wink to one of her lady friends. And he knew what he had done too, for the sly smile had frozen on his lips and his limbs seemed to stiffen dramatically. You had turned around then, walking back to your car with the two milkshakes and bag of food in hand. He had run after you, too, and you thought had he not done so, you would have been less angry now. It was nothing, he had said. They just like to look, no need to overreact. That one had gotten you and God you had reacted, for he had pulled such shit, too, back when you were both still in high school.

All images of him ever flirting with other girls and women while you two were dating flashed in your mind. And Jesus, they were a lot, but you knew what you were getting into when you first started seeing him. You knew and you didn’t care, because all that Billy was, he was good, too. He was so very good sometimes that your heart sputtered over with love and happiness, so much you had never felt anything to compare it to. Sipping the milkshake that hadn't landed on top of his head, you started up the engine of your car again, continuing your drive further into the town. You had just gotten off one of your jobs, where you worked as a secretary for men, who showed not a single bit of respect for you, only to gain further humiliation at your second job having to wear an orange-shaped head, while selling orangey beverages all evening long.

You parked the car, which once had belonged to your father, in a sunny spot close to the entrance of Starcourt Mall. Your head plopped down against the steering wheel, eyes lazily turning to your passenger seat. A pout worked its way to your lips at the orange, green-collared, pink-buttoned work uniform. With a huff you stripped of the fine shirt you were currently wearing, leaving you in the bikini top you had purchased. For Billy.

You rolled your eyes and slipped on the orange piece of pure torture, gripping the silly hat and locking your car. There was another half hour before you had to start your shift, so instead of heading straight for Orange Julius you went up the stairs, ready to bother the shit out of your one friend.

Ignoring the people whispering upon noticing your fast pace, you vanished inside the little shop, crossing it in seconds as you pulled a chair up to the counter, causing it to screech.

"Jeez," Robin stared down at you, as you let yourself fall on the uncomfortable plastic that made the skin of your thighs stick to it. You groaned at her look, pressing your face against the cold surface of the counter, barely missing the little bell there.

She pressed her palm flat to your forehead and lifted your head. "You know how many disgusting toddler hands were all over that surface? Remember the acne you had freshman year? Be ready to embrace it 'cause it's coming for round two, baby."

"Wheeler," you whined. "Goddamn, he was flirting with her."

"Nancy?" She clicked her tongue. "Can't blame him."

"No," you moaned ready to press your face back to the counter, but her hand stopped you. "Mrs. Wheeler." You pulled back then to lean against the chair, pushing back strands of hair. "I mean, what is it? Am I- I not wrinkly enough? Do I need to put on old people's clothes?" Your hand reached for her arm as you pulled her closer. "I'm not ready to look like an old lady, Robin."

She flicked at your hand so you would let go of her. "Ah, yeah, Hargrove. Such a nice guy," she mused sarcastically. "Been telling you how much I like him, right?" She grinned falsely, batting her eyelashes. "Dreamboat waiting to sail. Nothing wrong with that guy." She rested her elbows on the counter. "One could think you are a bull with how much you go for the red flags."

You rolled your eyes, before letting them wander over the different sorts of ice-creams. "Worst thing, I spent money for him. Again."

"Did you buy him shitty expensive cologne again? 'Cause everybody needs that in their life."

"Okay, firstly, it was his birthday and he liked it. Secondly, no I didn’t. Thirdly…" You quieted as you thought.

A chuckle from behind Robin got your attention. "You don’t have a third point, do you?"

You narrowed your eyes at the brunette. "You haven’t gotten your dick wet yet, have you?"

Robin snorted. "I should make a new scoreboard. This happens way too often for there not to be a scoreboard."

"What did you spend the money on, though?" Steve questioned. You shamelessly unbuttoned a bit of the work uniform which had Steve chocking on his own spit. Pulling away the orange fabric, you showed off the bikini.

"That is…" Robin cocked her head, her hand dangling in front of her own chest as she tried to gesticulate. "Tiny… very… strappy?"

"It's hot," you argued, buttoning the uniform back up. Pointing to Steve, you gave Robin a triumphing grin. "Shut Harrington up and he didn’t even see the bottoms. Two words for you; tiny and strappy."

Robin, too, gave a glimpse over her shoulder at her colleague. "Talking about scoreboards," she mumbled, getting the whiteboard from the back. With her teeth, she pulled off the marker's cap and drew a thick line on the YOU SUCK side of the scoreboard. Your eyes landed on the empty YOU RULE part.

"Why don’t you just dump him?" Steve inquired, coming to stand beside your friend. "I haven't seen him since school ended and let me tell you, the guy's not very miss-able."

You pouted. "Because I lo-"

"No!" Robin groaned, shielding her ears dramatically. "I had to listen to three months of whining because he wouldn’t take you out. I went through that and took it like a mother-effing champ. Don’t say the other thing. I can’t take that yet."

"Robin, Billy and I have been dating for a while, you know? Pretty sure you should get ready for hearing the L-Word."

"What, it's been like a month. Big deal."

"A year," you spoke slowly. "We have been dating for a year."

"Huh," she made. "Guess time moves differently with one foot in hell."

"Did you just call my relationship hell?"

"Yup."

You crossed your arms. "You owe me free ice cream now."

"No freebies for you anymore," Steve grumbled.

You frowned. "C'mon," you whined, patting the counter expectingly. "Give me the scoops, Ahoy Boy."

"No," he squeaked, scrunching up his face. "Not after last time." The last time he had lost a bet with you, saying he would be able to get some girl's number. He hadn’t been able to do that, winning you all the ice cream you wanted for a day, straight out of his pocket. You hadn’t held back, going home with a crucial tummy ache that evening.

"Doesn’t your shift at OJ's start like four minutes ago?" Robin chimed in, still playing with the marker between her fingers.

Once more a pout grazed your lips as you stood. "This isn't over yet, Harrington. I'm going to get my scoops."

Pushing the chair back where it belonged, you waved to Robin – the one friend you had had through High School before Billy had shown up from California. You had noticed him the second he pulled up in that beautiful Camaro of his. Unlike the car that you owned, his was polished and treated with care. Treated with love.

Billy didn’t hold love more many things in this life but his car surely was one of them.

After his big entrance, everyone around you had his name in their mouths, with the rumor-mill stirring like crazy. Before the first period had even started, you knew his name, age, and half of his family history. And he had known absolutely nothing about you. Not even known you existed – until later in the week.

You had been on your period, you remembered that. Remembered the ache in your lower abdomen, and that you had been forced to change pants after the gym class which the teacher hadn’t allowed you to sit out. So, you were walking the halls of Hawkins High in an already sour mood that had gotten significantly worse about halfway through Miss Click's history class. She had given back a surprise test that you hadn’t studied for, which was pretty clear after you saw the grade.

To say you were a bit feral that day – big understatement. When Billy Hargrove then ran into you after his afternoon basketball practice, you exploded into a fit of rage that the school hallways had never witnessed from you before.

"Are you blind? Or just blind stupid?" You had hissed at him. "I mean, understandable. That big goddamn ego of yours must be leaving no place for even just part of a brain, is it?"

As Billy spotted the crease between your brows and the furious fluttering of your nostrils and how you still just looked just so damn sweet, he knew he needed to have the devil in angel's clothing. No matter how much you resented him at first. He had managed to make you want him, so much that you spent months ranting about him to Robin. How he had managed it, you still didn’t know.

After receiving shit about the five minutes you were late, you took your spot and hat and filled the beverages in round glasses for the customers to enjoy. Once they were done, you were there to gather the dirty dishes and bring them to the back. It went on for about an hour until a perfectly styled mullet entered your vision.

"No," you said flatly as you saw his little grin. "I'm working and I don’t feel like talking right now."

His hand reached out to tug at the embarrassingly big hat you wore, which you slapped away with a huff. Mrs. Wheeler surely didn’t have to wear something so stupid. You took a step back and crossed your arms, watching as he harshly bit down on the minty chewing gum. He turned his back to you, giving you a second to freely roll your eyes, as he changed the sign on the glass door from open to closed.

"Billy," you warned. "I'm working. I don’t have time to listen to you try to talk yourself out of the deep shit you're in."

"Oh, Sweetheart," he mused, showing off his pearly whites. "Never said anything about talking, now, did I?" His fingers went up to pull out the piece of chewing gum which had probably already lost its taste.

"I swear to god, if you put that down somewhere without properly throwing it away, I will stick it to your forehead," you warned, already scrunching up your nose at the thought of having to scrub gum off any more surfaces. The ones beneath the tables were disgusting enough to clean each month.

"Princess," he spoke up, stalking closer which made you shift from foot to foot. You wanted to close your eyes and hit your head against one of the mixers to remind yourself not to let him get to you.

"No," you insisted, putting a hand out to push him away. "I don’t want your apology."

Seeing the seething red in your eyes, he sighed and finally took a step back. He leaned his back against the wall across from you, clenching and unclenching his fingers. You knew he did so to center himself, slightly pushing his nails into his skin as a reminder not to blow up when talking to the people important to him. "I'm sorry."

You lifted a brow. "For what?"

His mouth opened unsurely. "Everything."

"Everything," you whispered to yourself, before a light chuckle escaped you, with a shake of your head. "You're a bad liar, you know that?" As he went to argue about your statement, you lifted a finger, signaling him to just stop with the whole goddamn charade. You gripped the orange-shaped hat from your head and flung it aside, as you stepped further into the back. Distance was needed before you got close to bursting into tears from all your pent-up frustration with him. In front of the giant fridge, you stopped, far out of his reach, out of his sight. Both of your hands went to your face. You wanted to shout into a pillow, like you had done back in Highschool when something angered you. Or perhaps punching something, anything that would have eased what you were feeling.

Your name sounded from his lips as he rounded the corner, causing you to straighten your back. "Talk to me," he spoke, confusion in his voice as though he had no idea whatsoever of what was going on inside of your head; your heart.

"Fine," you hissed and turned to face him; angry tears stinging in your eyes. "You act like nothing's wrong when it clearly is! And I keep trying to tell myself that all of… all of your shit is just that. Your shit. And that it's going to stop at some point. That you will grow out of whatever egoistical trip you're on. But no matter how long I wait and how much I tell myself the wait is worth it, somehow, it's always a losing game with you!"

"I'm sorry," he repeated, eyes averted to the checkered floor.

"Oh, stop it." That got him to look up. "You're not. Because this is what you enjoy, Billy. God knows why but you fucking love me screaming at you, you like seeing me angry, you like us fighting."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He growled, unable to stop his own fury from rising. "I work at the goddamn swimming pool. I wear swimming trunks and I can’t fucking help them ogling me!"

"That's not even what this is about anymore!"

"What the fuck is it about then?!"

"You treating me like shit, Billy!" You shouted, throat hurting with the tone you were hitting. "What the fuck happened to all of your promises? I will take care of you, I promise to love you, I can’t wait to start a life with you," you spat in his face, ready to grip some of the filled cups that you had falsely made – in your occupation of mind - and were sent back, just to see something run down that goddamn annoyingly pretty face of his. Even if you had already smashed a milkshake on his head only hours prior.

Angry tears were pricking at your waterline, eyes burning. Or perhaps they weren't simple angry tears at all. They were a realization that somewhere along the way so much had gone wrong and still you couldn't bring yourself to give him up. You couldn't bring yourself to turn your back on the bad seemingly following your relationship because every time you tried, all the good moments invaded your thoughts, as though it was a sign that your relationship still could be everything you had hoped for.

You knew he could be. You were certain of it, had seen it in the way his eyes would make sure you were alright after coming home from a stressful day of work; In the way he checked if you had gotten enough water over the day since you tended to forget. Or how he brought back tapes which he thought you would like when it was actually him that had wanted some new music for blasting in his car.

He had a well-tuned stereo in his room, boxes placed so the center of the room would be hit with the perfect tune. You had laid on the floor the first time he played you a tape and he didn't question it, didn't look at you with anything else but adoration before joining you.

Not wanting him to see you cry, you turned with your head hung low, one hand pressed against your lips in case an uncontrollable sob tried forcing its way from your throat, while your other hand wiped at your eyes. Arms snaked around you from behind, pressing you tightly against his solid front.

"I'm sorry," he whispered over and over again, nosing at the side of your face as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You shut your eyes, turning your face to the left, away from him, and yet he continued. Admitting to being an asshole, admitting he didn't deserve you, admitting he loved you. Your heart ached until suddenly you couldn't help it as you turned your head to the other side, his kisses now falling to your cheek.

"I'm so fucking sorry," Billy murmured once more and you craned your neck then. His lips found yours immediately. Desperate and scared of losing you. Of having finally crossed the line after coming so, so close too many times to count. He couldn't understand why he was so intent on fucking up the thing he thought was the most precious achievement he had ever made. He didn't care about being popular, didn't care about making people gawk after him, not really. He cared about you so fucking much it scared him.

There were so many things in your relationship he was afraid of and somehow, he had already managed to do half the things he tried avoiding so furiously. He knew you deserved so much more, so many things better than him, better than this goddamned town. He had meant it when saying he wanted to start a new life with you somewhere else, had started circling ads for houses or apartments in newspapers that he usually wouldn't bother giving a second glance to. He had started saving up, too. Though money was one thing he couldn't say he had a fair share of.

"I'll be better," he promised, hushing it against the sweet flush on your lips which his kisses had caused. "You deserve better."

"I know," you whispered, promising yourself this was the last chance you were granting him as he turned your form in his arms. His hands, calloused by basketball and weight-lifting, fell to either side of your face, and once more his mouth was on yours; no less desperate, no less scared, no less guilty.

It was in the snap of a second that the softness faded and all the pain and betrayal was put into a messy clash of tongue and teeth. Your arms circled his shoulders as he backed you up against one of the metal tables. He tugged at the polo shirt you were wearing, almost tearing it over your head as he carelessly threw it over his shoulders.

The decorative orange and green lighting was a blur as he heaved you onto the cool surface. He halted for a moment, letting his eyes wander to the newest addition to your closet. A grin spread on his lips as he gave a swift tug on the fabric.

"Did you get that for me, baby?" His face was molten with a hint of cockiness, shaped slyly by his lopsided smirk. "Wanted me to tell you how pretty you are?" Billy questioned, lips hovering over yours before he dipped in for a soft peck. "You are, baby. My perfect girl."

My girl. Your breathing picked up and not a second you had his hair in your grasp, pulling him in close. His lips smashed onto yours in a forceful kiss. With expert fingers he snapped open the bikini top, making it join your shirt on the floor. Billy's rough hands found your hips as he pushed you closer to the ache pressing needily against the prisoning material of his jeans. One of his hands trailed up along your naked waist, finding one of your sensitive peaks, letting his thumb brush over it until he gave it a sudden pinch. You gasped.

"You liked that, baby?" He questioned against your lips, deepening the kiss before you could answer. His nose tenderly landed on your cheek, trailing down further. A small, innocent kiss was pressed against your neck as simultaneously his left hand tightened, digging into the flesh of your hip. With the tip of his tongue, Billy trailed along your pulse point, causing your eyelids to fall shut. There was no denying the comfortableness you felt when being in his arms, his kisses something to give you bliss and steal your breath.

"Billy," you sighed, the name falling from your tongue coated in all the sweetness you weren't sure he deserved. Your head felt as though it was rising to the clouds and every stroke of his tongue across your skin lulled you in contentment.

Though suddenly his mouth left your skin. You opened your eyes in confusion, only to find him sinking to his knees. "I'm gonna show you just how sorry I am."

Your thighs tensed, his bigger hands around them, spreading them however he desired, while your hands unconsciously followed the feel of his soft, blonde locks. Lightheadedness struck you as his breath fanned over the sensitive insides of your bare thighs. You didn't like a lot about your work uniform but the skirt you were growing quite fond of. The warmth caused your legs to clench as something deep in your lower tummy tightened.

"I don't care about any of them," he told you and you knew he meant the ogling women while his hands were squeezing and lifting your leg onto his shoulder. He brought your ankle to his lips, eyes boring into your own before he slowly worked his way up. "Only thing I want is you," he murmured, words smeared against the heated skin of your thighs. "Having those pretty legs spread just for me." He teethed incautiously against your sensitive spots that he knew oh so well. Again, a bright smirk spread across his face. "Getting to hear those perfect little noises from that smart mouth of yours when I make you cum."

Your legs shook as his hands bunched up the fabric of your skirt, hearing him suck in a sharp breath at the tiny bikini bottom barely covering your core. "You were going to wear that to the public pool, baby? Show everyone how pretty you look for me, how much of a whore Hawkins good girl really is?"

You swore silently as he gave a slap to your inner thigh, arching your back to press your core close to him. He gazed up at you through his gorgeous collection of thick, dark lashes that you had adored from the first moment of noticing them. "Billy- please, need it," you mumbled, brows furrowed.

He huffed out an amused chuckle. "Hold on, darling." Within seconds he had loosened the little bows and ripped away the bikini bottoms; him almost sending you from the edge of the counter, though before you could get far, he had you caged between the prodding muscles of his arms. There was little time for preparation as he pressed a messy kiss to your most sensitive bud. Your leg jolted at the sudden surge of pleasure that ascended from the very tips of your toes all the way up your spine, your nipples hardening. The hand in his locks tightened, forcing a groan from his lips, sending vibrations of his dark rumble through your core. There was no question that Billy knew what he was doing. No doubt as he parted your lower lips with his sinful tongue, exploring your pussy with a growling hunger. You shifted, the raw sensation of his muscles circling your clit too much but his arms kept you locked tightly against his tongue.

You whined loudly, forgetting about the masses of people outside the paper-thin walls, as his tongue prodded at your clenched hole, nose bumping into your glistering wetness. Billy flattened his tongue against your mound, nuzzling in messily with a slight shake of his head. His lapping at your folds didn't cease, the lower part of his face drenched in your slick.

Your hips bucked, and you weren't sure if you were trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation or get impossibly closer to the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned out his name, purposefully tugging him closer by his blonde mullet. He sucked your clit into his mouth, your legs clenching before he let go of it with a pop.

"You're so fiery, princess- makes me want to fuck you so hard." With his teeth, he tugged on your throbbing bundle of nerves causing you to jerk forwards with a surprised moan. "You gonna let me do that, huh? Let me make you cry for the right reasons, baby?"

You nodded furiously, pleas escaping your swollen lips, easing up only at the sound of his belt unbuckling. Your ears picked up the ripping of plastic before his warmth returned between your thighs. His thick hardness nudged at your sopping entrance, as one of his hands pulled your face to his, fingers digging into your neck. "Tell me I belong to you."

You opened your mouth and though he had pressed you for a response he pushed in in one swift motion, rendering you utterly speechless.

"Tell me I belong to you," he whispered against your ear, pulling out until no more than the tip was left in your clenching core before he dove forward with no hesitation. You wetly gasped his name, nails digging into his broad shoulders but he remained relentless. "You're not gonna tell me, baby?" He teased. "Can't even think with my cock stretching that tight little cunt, huh?" Whining, one of your hands fell to his forearm while the other searched for something to hold on to behind you. It was all too much; the filthiness of his words paired with thrusts so deep your tummy felt as though it was bound to burst. "I still wanna hear it, baby," he insisted, hand circling your throat as he gave it a warning squeeze. Billy brought your ear to his lips. "Be a good girl."

"Fuck, Billy," you whined as he hit a certain spot deep in your cunt. "You bel-ah! belong to me."

"There were go, darling." His teeth tugged at your earlobe, delivering another sharp thrust that had tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Know how you feel, princess. If anyone looks at you- fuck- touches you, I'm gonna fucking kill them," he whispered, tightening his grip on your neck ere his tongue licked at the sweaty skin of your neck where his hand didn't reach. You clenched around him, head falling back in defeat as his length continued to split you open.

"Are you close, princess? Can feel you squeezing me."

"Uh-uh," you whimpered, nodding your head. "So close."

Billy landed a spank on your ass as he yanked you closer onto his cock. His hips stuttered when you tightened at the stinging sensation, tip slamming into your spot, making you choke on your moan. "Cum for me, princess, be a good girl."

Your toes curled in pleasure, thighs trembling under his every action. You cried out his name, your sudden orgasm leaving your lungs empty of air; voice broken as Billy continued his forceful thrusts for a few moments before a low rumble of a curse fell from his lips and he stilled. He lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours, thumb stroking your throat which he had been gripping with no remorse mere seconds ago.

With one more kiss on your forehead, he pulled out carefully, asking you where you kept your towels. You wordlessly pointed to a drawer of freshly washed cloths, not sure if you could trust your voice just yet. Watchful eyes followed Billy's every move while he took out what he deemed to be the softest towel, as he moved on to wet it in the sink before stalking back to you. He gave a quiet tsk as a sign for you to open up your thighs. Unnaturally gentle, he cleaned up the mess he had forced out of you in the best ways possible and expertly threw the wet towel into the laundry basket across the room; ever the basketball star.

Billy took his place between your thighs, gripping them though tender and attentive - nothing like the bruising digging of his fingers from before. "I'll be better," he promised once more, followed by a small peck on the lips.

You grimaced, encircling his neck with your arms. "You can say it over and over again, Billy. It won't change anything. I need you to show me."

"I—"

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Both him and you groaned simultaneously, heads dropping at the interruption. You jumped down from the metal surface, now sticky with sweat and you knew you would have to thoroughly clean and disinfect everything before leaving that evening. Hastily you pulled on the bikini top and shirt Billy held out for you, waiting for him to hand you the panties only to stare dumbly as he shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Billy," you stated with a tone to let him know you wanted them back now, though you were met with his cocky, pearly-white grin.

"You didn't think we were done, did you, princess?" He stepped closer, hand finding your bum as he gave a few innocent pats. "Haven't made you cry yet, now, have I?" He brought his lips to a level with yours. "Kiss."

With a pout you obeyed, agreeing to meet him back at his place later, since Neil and Susan wouldn't be there, going on a date night which Susan had insisted on.

...

After your shift – and another half an hour of cleaning – you closed the store, exiting the partly dark Starcourt Mall. On the drive home, you tried getting the static out of your old car radio, frustration clawing at you, you barely caught what was in front of you. You hit the brakes; heart-rate picking up as you understood that this situation could have ended so much worse.

Almost comical that Billy now seemed to be the better driver out of the two of you. He sure as hell wouldn't have almost hit the massive tree blocking the street. You rolled your eyes, knowing that now you would have to take the biggest detour of all. It was an almost complete round of the town to some old industrial district with many abandoned buildings and factories.

With a sigh, you turned the car around and headed in the other direction.

One of the tapes Billy had given to you was playing just loud enough for you to be able to blend out your own singing. Your fingers were tapping on the steering wheel as you squinted your eyes at the next factory you were to pass. Brimborn. You noted though it was too dark to make out what was written smaller below.

Ere you could get a second look something hit your windshield, shattering it. You turned the wheel in shock, the wheels of the car slipping on the sandy street, making you drift out of control as you once more hit the brakes until the car stilled. Cursing out every swear word you had ever heard, something dripped from your forehead. You lifted your hand carefully to your skin, finding it covered in red as you examined it.

Growling your clenched your hands into fists and pushed open the car door to get a look at your car. Smoke was rising from the engine hood which made you weary to even get close but then your eyes caught something weird. Brows furrowed, you stepped closer to the windshield an eerie cold running over your back as your fingers touched the gooey liquid covering the glass.

What in the holy hells did you hit? A jumbo toad?

Leaves rustled. You turned sharply, pressing closer to the smoking hood. It seemed better than being hacked up by an axe murderer from behind. A weird gurgling screech came from the dark.

"Oh, hell no," you whispered to yourself, rounding the car, and heading for the door. You pulled and rattled but the damn thing was bent shut from whatever it was that hit you. Something snaked around your ankle. You gasped about to look down when you were yanked from your feet. Screeching you tried digging into the ground to keep from being pulled into the factory by whatever this thing was. Your hand caught the iron of a handrail as you strained with all your might against the force of whatever dread awaited you in the dark.

The iron gave a creak. Your eyes shot up. It was in the blink of an eye that the iron gave and nothing of you remained in the light.

The stone floors were icy when you next opened your eyes. It was as though no more than two seconds had passed when you ripped yourself free from whatever had you in its grip. With a furiously beating heart, you dashed for the creaky metal stairs illuminated dimly by old street lamps. The gurgling of that thing still close on your heels, you took the steps two at a time, tripping when you finally reached the upside.

A shout of terror flew from your mouth as you thought it would get you once more and you hastily scrambled back to your feet and out of the steel mill. You opened the passenger side of your car and climbed through to the driver's seat, making a run with screeching tires.

Blood tickled into your eyes from the wound on your forehead. You went to wipe it away as you took in your hand covered in glinting red. Breathing picking up, you turned the rear-view mirror, a sunflower pendant Billy had gifted you dangling from it.

A figure covered in red stared back at you from the backseat. You screeched and hit the brakes. A hand shot forward from the backseat and you dodged it barely. Rattling on the dented car door curses flew from your mouth before you gripped the door handle and with full force rammed your shoulder against it. It fell open and you toppled out onto the street. Your eyes went back to the car, though the figure was there no longer.

The street lights went black. Tears of dread fell onto your cheeks, not able to see your own hand in front of you. You stumbled back to your car, tripping over something as your hand landed on the grimy surface of the engine hood.

"Build."

You whirled around and out of the black shot a streak of red lighting. The sky was lit up in a second as white flakes started to rain down from above. An eerie cold surrounded you and out of desperation, your eyes fell shut, trying to escape what was happening around the same way a child hid when being frightened.

A vision of rats zipped over your inner eye. The monster that had taken you; as its appalling arm loomed over your form back at Brimstone mere moments before everything went dark.

With a gasp, your eyes shot back open only to find the figure from your backseat grinning at you. You squinted your eyes, trying to make out who or what it was, as the horror inside your gut found a sudden surge of courage.

"What the hell do you want?!" You shouted but the figure did no more than chuckle darkly.

"Build." "Build." "Build."

The whispers came from everywhere around you. There were no more places left to hide as the figure dripping with blood moved toward you. Another sinister bold of lighting struck and the air flew from your lungs as your own face loomed back at you. The creature might have worn your face but the darkness in it was nothing you could have ever conjured.

This creature was a nightmare sent from the darkest of realms, you were sure of it, and for a second you contemplated whether it was the devil itself standing across from you.

"Build," she stated and leaped.

...

You shot up utterly breathless and disoriented in a way you had never experienced before. There was a ringing in your ears, a distortion in your vision and it took you a few minutes to understand you were at home. The room was dark, curtains shut completely which was unusual for you since you liked sleeping with the moon bringing a bit of light.

The ringing in your ears was joined by the unsteady thumbing of your heartbeat. You stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom across the hall which your mother had remodeled in an obnoxious shade of lime green. Gasping, you shielded your eyes from the sun streaming in and turned on the cold water. Your eyes caught your reflection in the mirror over the sink. The wounds on your face were gone. You cocked your head, furrowing your brows. Something was off. You lifted your hand, moving it toward your reflection and the second your skin came into contact with the cold surface, the bathroom was dipped into darkness. Black vines were running over the furniture and the floor and those white fragments filled the air. You let go and it all vanished. Shaking your head, you spattered some cold water onto your face before deciding on taking a shower.

No amount of droplets splattering against your shoulders helped you clear your mind as you exited and wrapped a towel around your body. You brushed your teeth as you did every day and applied some sun protection on your face as your vision stopped at the right side of the mirror. The cabinet stacked with your mothers cleaning supplies. As though you were caught in a trance, you set down the yellow tube and turned. Your mind was empty of thoughts or will, the only thing filling your thoughts was a spur of purpose that was not your own. You reached out and opened the lime-painted cabinet door, grasping a bottle of tile cleaner.

A concerned shout of your name went through the house. You staggered back just as your mother knocked on the door, the cap of the cleaner in your other hand. "Honey? You're going to be late for work."

You shut the cleaner, leaving the bathroom in a hurry, almost running over your mother, as you slammed the door of your room shut behind you. You pressed your hands to your face, fingers pressing into your scalp, as you pushed down the eerie cold inside of you. For the first time since you awoke, your mind felt free. You went on to get dressed and grabbed your car keys ere making your way downstairs. Close to the front door, your mother called for you once more. You stilled; the ringing lowly returned as you turned your head to the side.

"Build."

Your feet moved by themselves and before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself in the kitchen, the handle of a frying pan clutched in your hand. You took a swing, just as your mother turned to you, a plate of eggs in her grip. The plate clattered to the tiled floor and your mother yelled out with wide eyes as the pan found its mark for a second time.

You stared for a second at the unconscious form of your mother. There was no remorse or any other emotion in your bones. Making your way to the garage through the connecting door in the kitchen you searched your father's man-cave for some duct tape. You put a piece over her mouth and bound her arms and legs with it. Carelessly you let it fall to the ground before you took a hold of her legs and pulled her sleeping form after you. Opening the trunk of your car, you heaved her up into it with grunts and straining muscles and shut it after the deed was done.

You pressed the button in the corner of the room which opened the garage door and sat in the driver's seat before hitting the gas pedal; the garage door just opened enough for the car to fit through. The pace you were going was something you would have scolded Billy for with no end in sight as you entered a familiar area close to your destination. Brimborn, the sign read as your car came to a halt. For a few moments, you stayed seated as a sense of wrongness crossed over your shoulders, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone and you were pulling your mother's writhing body out of your car trunk. She hit the floor with a dull thud, leaving behind a trail in the dirt as you pulled her inside and down the flight of rusted stairs until reaching the bottom.

Shushing her whimpering you noted a streak of blood running from her head that you were the cause of. Your hand tentatively ran over her face. "No need to be afraid, Mom," you whispered. "I need you to stay still, okay?" A tear escaped her. You caught it with your forefinger and once more let out a shushing sound. "Don't cry. It's gonna be over soon." You pulled off the piece of tape on her mouth and stepped back. Unnatural snarling emerged from the darkest corner and your mother turned her head toward it slowly. The creature roared lowly in approval of what you had brought, its barely made legs bringing it forward as an arm extended from the gooey mass.

Your mother gave a scream of terror before the arm crept over her face and any noise stopped. Something like horror scratched at the back of your mind as you watched the scene and involuntary tears pooled at your waterline. The hint of emotion was snatched away then and you turned, going on about your day.

...

When reaching the Starcourt Mall, the sun was blazing high up in the sky. Sweat soaked your work uniform the second you stepped out of your car. Shielding your eyes you hurried inside, the sun burning on your skin as though someone was trying to brandmark you. Your shoulder rammed into someone making you stumbled as they complained and threw an insult your way. Looking forward you found a crowd of people in and outside the mall. Your breathing picked up; vision blurred and skin burning from the exposure to the sun.

Pushing open the glass door of the Orange Julius shop and headed straight for the back, ignoring your boss shouting after you that you were more than half an hour late. A few customers were seated out front and after making sure that everyone was served, he followed you. You ripped open the door to the walk-in-freezer, grabbing a few packs of ice which you held to your neck, trying to calm down the throbbing of your skin.

"Do you hear me?" His hand landed on your shoulder. Your head snapped up at the gruff voice of your boss. "One more time and you're fired."

"Build."

He turned to walk away and you followed with quick steps, grabbing one of the aprons of the hook used by only a few co-workers. You wrapped one end of the string around your hand as you jumped on his back and pulled it tightly against his neck. He stumbled and your feet landed on the floor, while his hands pulled at the fabric around his neck, but the strength you possessed was not your own. Soon his movements slowed and he, too, fell into unconsciousness. You bound his limbs using whatever you found and stuffed a rag into his mouth before pushing him into a storage closet.

Taking one of the stupid hats, you wiped some sweat from your forehead and placed the orange-shaped cap on your head before making your way to the front of the store. Two customers you served, expression bland and words sparse until Billy's sister entered the store.

Her smile was bright as her eyes landed on you. She greeted you happily and introduced you to her wide-eyed friend. It had been a while back since Max had thanked you for dating her brother. She said she had never seen him being less of an asshole and their relationship had taken on a civil level. You tried paying attention to what she was telling you but your eyes fell back to her friend. Something inside of you thought you recognized her as a feeling of anger and want for violence zipped through you. Hatred, you noted.

Her eyebrows twitched as she found you staring. Max's repeating of your name snapped you out of it. "You okay?" She questioned. You blinked at her before giving a short nod and making the order she had given you. Your eyes still resting on the girl, you watched as they skipped away hand in hand.

At the end of your shift, you put the chairs up on the table and gave the floor a quick sweep before you locked up and went to the back. Your boss – no longer unconscious – was begging and squirming, trying to free himself from the knots you had bound around his arms and legs. After making sure he hadn't loosened anything, you excited through the back entrance of the Orange Julius with him in tow. It was usually used for bringing in massive amounts of oranges and down the hallway was an elevator, big enough for you and Billy to have had some fun in it.

On the level below, you stepped out of the elevator, dragging your boss after you. It was so late, you were certain no one else would be back here, as you opened the door and pushed him outside. You left him there for the time being as you went to get your car from the parking lot. The area was almost completely empty, except for the car of the cleaning people, your own, and the blue Camaro beside it. Billy was leaning against it, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The second his eyes landed on yours, he plucked the smoke from his lips and threw it aside.

Your steps ceased, heart racing. Pressing your eyes shut, you shook your head. The whispers in your mind didn't stop their churning. Whirling around you moved away from him but he shouted after you, big steps hot on your heels. A hand wrapped around your wrist and he yanked you to face him.

The ringing in your ears exploded. "Build."

"No!" You shouted, ripping yourself away from him. With fists, you hammered against your head, the ringing hurting. A pressure engulfed your head, feeling as though it was bound to split open. You screamed, falling to your knees, head clutched in your hands. Billy was at your side, concern running through his body in a way he had never thought it possible as he gripped your shoulders and shouted your name, not knowing what else he could do.

"No, no, no," you continued to plead as the whispers within got louder. Determined you steadied your breath. "No," you stated once more and the whispers subsided, the ringing eased and the pressure on your mind vanished. You sobbed as he took your face in his hands, kneeling in front of you. "Please," you cried. "I don't want to hurt you. Leave...please, please."

He pulled you against his chest as you begged him to leave, your hand grasping his wrist to feel the throbbing of his pulse beneath his skin. You could feel how fast his heart was beating; scared for you. "What's wrong, baby?" he pressed again after you distanced yourself enough to look at his face. Billy wiped away your tears, eyebrows furrowed at what was going on with you. "C'mon, Y/n, talk to me."

"He... He is inside my head, Billy," you whimpered. "I didn't want to hurt them, I promise, he made me." Tears blurred your vision. "He made me hurt them," you repeated just as a sliver of the ringing returned. In panic, you pushed him back and scrambled to your feet. As he tried going after you, you held out your hand in warning. "Stay away from me."

He stepped forward again. The ringing picked up. "Y/n—"

"Leave!" You screeched and he halted in shock. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

"No!" He belted out. "I'm not just going to—"

"I don't want you here!" You shouted back at him; your heart breaking just a bit. "I don't want you." You swallowed hard as hurt flashed in his eyes. "Just leave!"

Whispers crept in. "Build."

His nostrils flared and you saw a hint of a nod as he flexed his jaw. Billy turned on his heels, returning to his car and slamming shut the door behind him. The Camaro roared to life and Billy sped out the parking lot with tires screeching in protest.

"Build." The hurting in your chest was gone. You cocked your head as you looked after the car for a second longer before returning to what you were told. Building.

At Brimborn you brought your boss down the metal stairs, ignoring his cries and please. You removed the rag from his mouth and shushed him, telling him the same thing you had told your mother. It would all be over soon. The thing in your mind stirred, sensing something that shouldn't be there. Following its senses, you turned, squinting your eyes at the blurred figure of a girl.

"Her." The thing seemed to whisper and you took a step closer. Just as you went to reach for her, she was gone. You stared after her as a vision clouded your eyes. The girl all by herself shutting it out. Locking it away before it was able to do what it came here to do.

When you got home that night, your father was just taking off his jacket, and turning on the TV. He greeted you, asking how your day was to which you barely gave a reply. You found your mother in the kitchen, a row of empty plastic bottles of cleaning supplies on the table. She turned to you with a smile and a tenderizer in one hand.

"Could I borrow your car, honey?" She asked and waited, straight-backed.

"Of course." You handed her the keys and she went into the living room, still smiling as she took her first swing at your father's head. Leaning against the door frame, you watched and as the ringing got louder you, too, found yourself smiling.

...

Later that evening a storm was raging over Hawkins and your mother had taken your father into the car and left, while you threw out the empty bottles. You took the bloody tenderizer from the sink and let the water run over it. Humming to yourself, you took the dish soap and a sponge and scrubbed at the metal kitchen tool.

"Y/n?"

Your humming halted before you turned off the water. "Max," you spoke questionably and faced the ginger girl. And her friend. "El, " you greeted and had to force yourself to look away from her. "What are you doing here?"

"Where is he?" The other girl spoke. Your eyes fell back onto El and the girl repeated her question. She knew.

"Who?" You inquired and smiled at them.

"Your bo-"

"Boyfriend!" Max interrupted, though you could see that was not what El had wanted to ask. "We were looking for Billy. I, uhm, was, uh, concerned. When he came home before he was really mad and, uh, kinda out of it. He left in a hurry and I thought that maybe he might be here?"

"No," you clicked your tongue and smiled. "But it is so nice to see you getting along like that. That you are concerned about him." Your gaze flickered to El. Challenging almost ere looking back to Max. "Oh, excuse me. Are you two thirsty? I might have some cherry coke in the garage."

"Uh, no, we should be going," Max said quickly. "Thanks though."

"Are you sure you want to go out in such terrible weather?"

"Oh, it's no problem. You know, since we live so close by."

"Do you want me to take you? I could take my father's car," you smiled as your fingers found the metal handle of the tenderizer in the sink behind you.

"No, thank you!" Max exclaimed and took El's hand. They passed by the couch and you noted Max slowing before picking up her pace again. You followed after them when they had closed the door and watched them leave from the window. When they were out of sight, you went up to the couch, taking the bloody cushion with you.

...

The next day you went on just the way you had done the day before; working and spending your break in the freezer and in the evening, you went home. You had hardly put down your keys when the telephone rang.

"Hello?" Your name was said, followed by a small whimper. Confused you tried placing the voice until it made click. "Max?" You questioned. "Is everything all right?"

"Billy," she sobbed. "He was really angry and started shouting." Another sob was heard. "He left me at the pool. No one's here. Can you come and pick me up, please? My mom is not answering the phone and I didn't know who else to call."

Ringing entered your ears which wasn't there before. "Build."

"Sure," you replied. "I'll be right there." Smiling you hung up the phone and picked up your car keys. And so, the building would go on.

When you arrived at the pool, you expected her to be standing outside, waiting for you. Instead, the gate of the pool was opened widely. Huffing, you turned off the car's engine and went inside. "Max?" You shouted as a door slammed shut in the direction of the showers. Once more you called out for her. When no answer came you went inside the building where the showers and lockers were located.

No later you could clearly make out sobs. Following the sound, you went past the shower stalls and past the lockers to the far back. You saw a light on in the sauna, the door, too, open. When you got closer, your gaze dropped to the hooded figure bundled up in the corner. Your worry for the young girl exceeded the ringing and whispers. "Max? Are you okay?" You hurried forward, putting a hand on her shoulder as you turned her toward you. Confused you stared into the face of a puppet. The sauna door slammed shut behind you.

You whirled around, eyes landing on a group of children. Including Max and El.

"Her," he whispered in your mind, trying to take away the confusion and worry, but you pushed him away.

"Max?" You questioned; your voice unsure. "Why are you doing this?" Laying your hand on the door, you peeked out the window in the sauna's door – trying to focus on her, but he was so curious about her that you couldn't help the glances in El's direction.

"Do it," the blonde spoke then. A boy went forward at her command, turning up the heat. Anger flared up inside you which wasn't your own. You stumbled back as heat filled the small room, sitting on one of the benches. The room was quiet, filled with nothing but your labored breathing as sweat started soaking through your work uniform.

"Please," you whimpered desperately; your skin on fire. "Please, Max. It hurts." Your hands rubbed over your skin irritated, attempting to soothe the ache. "Please, it's too hot for him, Max. It's hurting him. Me. It hurts so much."

Max stepped up to the window. "It's too hot for whom?"

"The darkness," you whispered with a shuddering breath. "He is inside my mind, Max. He made me do so many bad things." Wiping away the sweat that was running into your eyes, you stood and moved toward the door. Your eyes flickered downward to where a web of blackness spread under your skin and his anger coursed through your insides.

A door slammed shut as a furious shout followed. Billy. Max turned toward her brother, gaping with a wide mouth. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I went to get my wallet and find you here with a group of boys? Is that what you have been doing, hm, Max? Do you th-" His eyes landed on you and all color drained from his face. "What the- Let her out!" He roared, pushing past the group of children and taking out the metal bar from the door handle.

"No, Billy, don't!" Max shouted and pushed aside her brother when he started fiddling with the metal chain working as an insurance lock.

"I feel him," another boy in the back spoke, but your hand had already balled into a first, slamming through the thick glass in one hit as you went for Max's throat. A sudden surge of unseen power slammed you back against the tiled wall. Landing on the ground, you gasped for air, nostrils flaring in fury as you pushed yourself to your knees.

Her. Nothing like you had ever felt circled through your veins as the lights all around you started flickering. The shadow loomed in and found root deeper than before; webs spread around your body fully. You roared, throwing yourself against the door with an unnatural force. From the outside you heard Billy's angry shouts at Max, demanding to know why and what they had done to you, before you threw yourself against the door a second time, the metal of the chain creaking. Stepping back, you heaved, and for the last time your body connected with the thick iron door. The chain snapped. You came face to face with her.

She screamed and you were ripped from her feet, back smashing into a wall, a barbell flying toward you; caging you. It pressed against your neck and again Billy shouted out in terror.

"Her." "Her." "Her."

Your hands pressed against the bar, teeth clenched tightly, as you pushed against the invisible force until it gave. You hurled the barbell toward the girl, throwing her to the floor. One of the boys rushed forward, a broken pipe in hand as he went to hit you, but Billy caught the pipe and pushed back the lanky boy. Grinning you stalked toward the girl. But before you could get there, she lifted her hand. In the blink of an eye, her nose started bleeding more and she yelled out in strain before flinging you aside with such a might, you broke through the brick wall.

Bones inside your body cracked, setting themselves back together as you lifted yourself onto your feet and ran. Ran to the place you knew safety awaited you. Brimborn. You gave a full report of what had happened, letting them know that now she knew about you. "She could have killed me."

Your mother brushed your forehead and nodded to the darkness. "But not us." Your eyes followed hers to the crowd of people – all of them him. "Not us."

You gazed past them all, at the body, he had built for himself as he straightened and roared. "It's time." You stood, which had your mother give you a questioning look. "She is a curious thing, that girl. She will come looking. And this time, I'll be ready." You walked home then, with no tiredness or muscle ache. Numbness filled your being as your body healed from the fight with the girl; the shadow made sure of it. In your room, you took a seat, grabbed a trashy magazine and waited.

It wasn't long until you felt it. Her; tucking at the strings of your mind as her voice carried through, distorted but there nonetheless.

Can you hear me? It echoed lowly. Can you show me what happened to you? Your eyes snapped up to her, your hand going for her arm. She gasped. The corner of your mouth lifted as you pushed her back and she fell into the depths of your mind. In concentration, you watched her cross through, allowing her a little insight into the past you had lived before she came to the turning point of it all; the day of the car accident and your big fight with Billy. You closed your eyes and waited for a moment - just as she was about to leave, open her mind back up, you lunched.

When your eyes opened you found yourself in the bedroom encased by wooden walls.

"Mike?" Her voice questioned in panic at the sudden emptiness.

"He can't hear you," you spoke dimly, stalking out of the room, causing her the take a few steps back. "You shouldn't have come looking for me. Because now..." You smiled even though you didn't want to do so. "I see you." You cocked your head eerily. "You let us in and now, you're going to have to let us stay." The more she distanced herself from you, the closer you tried to get. You fought to stop yourself, strained on the inside for some kind of power. "Don't you see? We've been building it." Bringing your left hand to your chest, a sighed. And below it all, not even your heartbeat was your own. Running at a pace too slow for any human being to survive. "All that work and now... it's time. Time to end it. And then, we are going to end you." The meaning behind the words sunk in, something that had been in the air, between the lines, from the first moment you – he – had laid eyes on her. There weren't many steps for her left to go, you noted, three more and she would be backed up against the kitchen's sink. "And when you're gone, we're going to end everyone." A tear trickled from your cheek, the only sign that whatever mind you possessed hadn't fully been canceled out by the giant shadow in the front of your mind. That you weren't him. Not yet.

"No!" She screamed and with one sharp tug, ripped herself from him, the way you hadn't been able to do, no matter how hard you had tried it.

Alone in your room, he didn't leave you alone like he usually did. Instead, there was something new he needed you for. You felt as the others joined him, became him, and went to find her. There was an unexplainable connection between the shadow and everyone he had taken. A pain that wasn't your own seized your body. You roared out in pain, gripping the duvet as you waited for the strange torture to end; and for your new mission to find its beginning. The abnormal net of darkness unfurled under your skin and you watched helplessly – caged inside your own mind - as it took over every inch of you. His intentions became your own and his drive for revenge moved you. Within seconds you were seated in your car, engine scorching as you followed the call of the hive mind.

He had fought her once more; you knew, somehow. She had won once more, though this time it was a close call, getting injured when trying to hold her ground – getting infected. And you followed that part of you, of them, of him, inside her being. Your car slowed to a stop outside Bradley's Big Buy, watching to see for any movement inside, though the shop seemed to be dipped in dead silence.

Directly upon setting foot inside the deserted space your gaze caught the flickering lights and the groceries strewn carelessly over the floors. You took a deep breath, plucking out the tinge of fresh blood in the air and following it. Gauze, half-empty water bottles, and other medical supplies were sitting on the floor surrounded by small puddles of glinting red liquid. Crouching down, your finger dipped into the enticing redness. Your breathing picked up as you rubbed it between your fingers; she.

"Close," the whisper echoed and dreadful, unfamiliar joy spread in your chest. "So close." Your eyes fell shut, concentrating on where they had moved on to. Leaving back the chaos, you took a seat behind the wall and hit the gas.

You screamed but no sound made it to the outside. His plan, now unfolded shamelessly in your mind, left you with little hope – little power. But as you screamed internally and the ringing was drowned out by the throat-ripping screech, your fingers on the steering wheel cramped up and a small trickle of blood flowed from your nostril.

The mall, even illuminated by countless signs so late at night, stood proud and new as you turned into the parking lot. The well-known blue Camaro stood aslant in one of the parking spots beside a car which you had seen Mrs. Wheeler take to the pool. Whistling you turned off the engine, stepping out and up to the closest car. As your hands went to tear open the hood of Billy's car, some sense of what was happening filled you, and your movements wavered for just a split second. The aluminum of the hood was pleasantly cool under your skin as you pried it open and ripped out what Billy had once explained to you to be the ignition cable.

Once more your actions slowed to a stop as a memory of you two flashed before your eyes. It was at the beginning of the school year after you had miserably failed the first math test of the season and were utterly certain you wouldn't be receiving your diploma with the rest of the class of '85. Billy had offered you a ride home, gave Max money for the arcade – which you had found incredibly odd – and had taken off at a pace too fast for the small people of Hawkins. You had gaped when he kidnapped you in the other direction of your home, refusing to answer any of your questions. Instead, he had given you a bright smile. "Can't have my baby frowning all day long," he had said and taken you to a diner far outside of Hawkins, pushing you to order anything you wanted and more. With four bags of take-out, the drive had continued to a quiet spot, where you spent the rest of the night sitting between his legs on the hood of this car.

"Have you ever seen the ocean, princess?" He had questioned out of nowhere, to which you shook your head, plucking at a cold fry. "I'm going to show it to you one day," he had promised. "Gonna show you everything you want to see."

Warm, salty droplets fell to your cheeks as you closed the hood and moved on to the Wheeler's car, ripping out the second cable to leave them trapped, too, inside a small space with nowhere to go. And God did you know the feeling.

...

Billy paced inside Starcourt Mall at a safe distance away from the group of freak kids and airhead Harrington with his parade of nobodies. You had levitated, he thought again, turning once more beside the unconscious Russians – or something - to start his circling anew. His girlfriend had levitated and had been thrown through a wall of bricks and had continued running. The quick rundown of the shitshow going on behind the backs of Hawkins' citizens Maxine had involuntarily given him - after he was about to go out and search for you – did not help him understand shit.

"She is possessed!" Max had shouted after he hadn't stopped raging at her which had gotten him to shut up. Though only for a moment before he had started laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Billy!" Susan's daughter had stomped her foot and pulled his collar down, catching him off guard. He was about to grip her the same way, anger present on his face when she stared into his eyes. "She is in danger."

He had been forced to listen then, listen to the hundred possible ways you could die or could kill them, listen to what that thing – the Mind Flayer – was doing to you.

Wailing from behind him caused Billy to turn, finding the girl, whose name he couldn't remember, writhing on the ground. The other freak Byers was standing over her with a knife in hand and Billy blinked at the scene dumbly as all the other kids gripped the young girl to stop moving. Even he flinched as the older Byers made the cut, trying to pull something out of the wound with his fingers. The weird wonder girl took charge, screeching as she extended her hand and he watched unmoving as a piece of gooey mass was lifted out of the wound by some invisible hand. She flung it aside and he carried on speechlessly staring as the alive mass robbed forward on the floor.

A foot landed on the gooey thing. His eyes followed up the leg and beer belly to the familiar dickwit's face that had cost him more money than he had earned in the few weeks of being a lifeguard. Sheriff Hopper. To his right stood a lanky woman whom he had seen around town once or twice and on the sheriff's left someone that looked as though he belonged in the '70s porn industry.

What the actual fuck was going on?

He sat on a bench, head reeling. Face planted in his hands his breathing was uneven, heartbeat thumping irritatingly in his ears. You might die. A voice reminded him. Yet again he might lose someone he loved. His chest ached. You might die and he hadn't kept any of his promises. He had made you cry the last time you had been yourself, hadn't taken what you had said too seriously. Instead, he had hidden that he cared so much for you that he didn't know how to handle himself and had taken it for granted.

At the end of the night, he might not ever get another chance with you ever again.

"Billy!" Max called out and when he looked up, half of the group was gone and the ones that were left were trying to carry the girl to the outside. He wiped at the wetness in his eyes and joined them wordlessly.

...

Your attention picked up as a group of people left the mall and your smile faded, hidden in your car by the darkness of the night when you didn't catch sight of her in their midst. The engine of your car gave a loud howl after they had seated themselves in the Wheeler's car, while Billy went to his beloved Camaro; their head snapping toward you as the lighting of your floodlights blinded them. In vain they tried starting their cars only for both Jonathan and Billy to hastily pop their hoods.

The grin on your face returned at the dread in theirs as they hurried back into the mall, the place they thought to be safe. And you stayed back. Silent and waiting. As he entered proximity your skin prickled. With unblinking orbs, you watched as he climbed onto the full height of Starcourt Mall and broke through the glass roof. Your eyelid twitches, hearing its frustrated roars and screeches until out of nowhere, the group of kids poured from the back door, dashing for the car.

Your foot pressed down and once more the engine bellowed. Nancy Wheeler lifted a handgun with the precise aim as though she had done so all her life and took her first shoot. The bullet hit the windshield, splintering it, as it went past your shoulder. Fear settled into your bones. Your very own. And the next bullet hit.

Not able to witness the scene playing out in front of him, Billy gripped Nancy's arm, trying to wrangle the gun from her grasp and suddenly your car took off in their direction. Your heart rate skyrocketed no matter how much he tried to control it as you saw the headlights reflect in Billy's glassy eyes. Not able to stop it, your eyes fell shut, blood seeping down to your lips; your mouth filling with the metallic flavor.

The breath was wrung from your lungs as you flew to the side, head smashing against the car window. A male screech of your name faintly entered your ears but your limbs felt too heavy to lift, mind too foggy to respond. Your car door was ripped open and you fell. No harsh floor collided with your side, instead, you were engulfed in a loving embrace.

You didn't need to see his face to know who it was that even after everything you had done, tried to keep you safe. A sob fell from your lips out loud and no longer locked inside. "I told you to leave," you whimpered and the shadow loomed over your shoulder.

"When have I ever done what you told me?" He joked, choking on his words.

"Please," you cried. "He is coming. And I don't think this time he is going to go away again." You kept repeating your please as Billy's arm slid beneath your knees about to pick you up when your gaze caught hers. In one flash, each vein in your body was dipped in black and Billy gasped as you swung him aside. You rose to your feet, no matter how many broken bones were left in your body. They ran and you followed them into the back entrance of the mall.

The lights flickered as you followed the sound of reverberating footsteps in the emptiness of the halls until you a bolt of ginger hair rounded the corner. Max turned to you, eye flitting to her friends still struggling to get away. "Y/n, please, stop," she begged. "Remember! You are Y/n, you let me stay at your house when my parents fight. You love Billy no matter what shit he pulls. Please, remember- I'm Max and you treat me like your little sis—"

With no remorse, no hesitation you had smashed her head into the wall and brought your focus back to her. The lanky boy you flicked aside with no strength needed whatsoever, his head hitting against waterpipes. The girl threw out her hand and you felt the pressure of her powers, though before she had time to react, you gripped her head and pushed it back against the wall. Unconscious, she fell. You took a hold of her feet and dragged her into the elevator and into the center of all shops. Presenting her to him. Kneeling you leaned toward her ear.

"No need to be afraid," you spoke. "I need you to stay still. It's gonna be over soon." Her eyelids fluttered open and snarling he turned. You stood and watched as an arm broke loose from the mass and dove for her. Before it could reach her, an explosion rang through the mall, and a torturing burning spread across your back. You fell to your knees, screeching in sync with the creature as explosion after explosion hit. The girls scrambled away and you just so managed to grasp at her ankle and pull her back.

Arms slung around you from behind, rendering you unable to move as you trashed in the embrace you had always found to be a safe place. "Help her!" Billy cried out to the girl still laying on her back on the floor.

"I—" She scrambled to her feet at his anguished tone. Her eyes bore into yours as she tried to find a way, her powers as good as gone from the strain of having to fight him off. "Tell her," she spoke after a heartbeat of recalling what she had seen in your head when wandering through your memories. "Of the night you met her parents. Her happiest memory."

With one straining grunt, he forced your trashing form against the dirt-covered floor, caging you with his body; your wrists in his hands pressed beside your head.

"Graduation night," he started. "You were going crazy because you thought your parents would kill you for having a boyfriend." He grinned through the throbbing in his chest, recalling that night. "You remember how your dad's face dropped when you brought me into the kitchen?" He chuckled. "And your mom... she just knew all along, didn't she?" A tear dropped from his eye, hitting your cheek. "I heard her, you know? When your dad took me out back for a man-on-man talk. What she said." You writhing ceased at that. "She told you she knew that look on your face. Because it was the look she wore when she decided she would marry your dad." He laughed then. "And when I asked you what you two talked about, you turned so red you looked like a tomato. And that's when I thought she had to be right because I couldn't see myself with anyone else but you." His hand let go of your wrists, encircling your cheeks, while his thumb tenderly cleaned away the blood on your face. He brought his forehead against your icy one and for the first time in so long you longed for warmth.

You wept as you pressed closer to him, drowning out the screeches of a dying creature, as that thing inside you lending you its power vanished and you were left to feel what was broken. "Everything hurts," you cried. "I don't wanna die, Billy."

"No, no, no." He shook his head furiously. "You won't, you won't." Billy looked around at the strewn kids and teenagers, cradling you closer. "Someone get a fucking ambulance!"

From the outside light flooded the mall as soldiers equipped heavily with different kinds of weaponry stormed in. Sirens of ambulances and firetrucks sounded. More and more people rushed in, as someone loaded you onto a stretcher and Billy thanked every god from above and below for the chance to fulfill his promises to you.

...

One year later

"You're holding it wrong," Billy complained as you sushed him. His hand went out but you dodged out of the way, smacking his fingers. "We're going to end up driving off a cliff," he huffed to himself.

"You concentrate on driving," you stated stubbornly. "I'll handle this."

"But you are holding it wrong!"

"Maybe you just have no sense of direction."

"I might not but I know for sure that the N for North isn't supposed to be at the bottom!"

Your eyes fell to the bottom of the map, where indeed an N stood on its head. "I just have a different way of reading maps," you declared but he drove to the side of the road nonetheless, where there was a designated spot for stopping.

"Gimme."

You pouted, reluctantly handing him the map. He turned it the right way around, giving you a triumphing side-eye as you leaned over with a roll of your eyes, placing your hands on his shoulder. "You know what?" He hummed in question and you continued. "I want to visit every art museum on the way and look at paintings I don't understand the meaning of and I want to speak to people who know lots about lots."

"Any other wishes?"

You bit your lips, trying to keep your smile at bay. "I want you to teach me how to surf, meaning you'll need to save me from drowning several times. That's it for now." You sighed. "I can't wait to see the ocean."

He smiled, taking your right hand and pressing a kiss to it, as his thumb tenderly grazed the diamond-studded ring there, and he looked at you like you were the only thing worth having eyes for. "I'm gonna show you everything you want to see."

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