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medicine - billy hargrove x reader

pairing: billy x fem!reader

summary: you and billy sleep together at a party and it becomes a regular occurrence--and an intoxicating one

length: 2.4k

warnings: repeated mentions of sex, kissing, underage drinking, mention of drugs, lightly spicy, swearing, reader being a bit popular/uses guys/causal sex etc? idk how to describe that

a.n: i highly recommend you listening to the song Medicine by Harry Styles while reading this. Highly recommend. like, do it.

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted.

Parties were your thing. You couldn’t help it. You were a party girl. Drugs, sex, alcohol you wanted it all. But what you wanted right now, as the music thrummed loudly in your ear drums, was him.

Tina’s Halloween party was teeming with people, all dressed up in various costumes. You’d gone for Carrie, a 70s classic idol—without all the blood. You felt like a princess with your fluffed up hair, slinky dress and tiara. You’d simply shortened the dress a bit to update it a little. The party was pretty decent, you had to admit, and you’d lost count of the amount of drinks you’d done by now. They seemed to keep appearing in your hands and you weren’t going to turn them down. If only Munson was around to supply you with a little extra fun, but you didn’t think he’d be invited to this kind of party.

This was a popular kid party. No freaks allowed, according to Tina. You didn’t really care. Who was and was not popular didn’t bother you a bit, as long as you had something in your system to dull the noise in your brain, you didn’t care. And god was it loud tonight. Your eyes scanned the crowd from your position on top of the kitchen counter. You’d hopped up to flirt with a recently graduated senior but soon grew bored when he couldn’t kiss you properly. You’d sent him scattering but took the drink and downed it, setting it aside. Watching everyone, you kicked your bare legs against the counter top, looking for someone else.

You were disappointed when you noticed that Steve Harrington was dancing like an idiot with none other than Nancy Wheeler. A pity. You kind of hoped he’d be available. Never mind, there’d be someone else. And there he was, standing in the corner of the room, one arm against the wall above his head leaning ever so casually. He dripped of confidence and ego, like he knew he was attractive and he knew everyone wanted him.

And Billy Hargrove was watching you back. He tilted his head, amused. You hadn’t really spoken to him, but you knew each other around school. He had a few friends that were in your circle, too, but you never really saw him hanging out with many people. His reputation with girls, however, preceded him. You’d had plenty of girls gush about how good he was in bed and you’d always scoffed or rolled your eyes, but truthfully…you were curious. And with the alcohol pulsing through your veins, you wanted him.

You cocked your head back and gave him an innocent smile. He took this as an invitation and sauntered through the crowd of people, his eyes never leaving yours. He took a swig of his beer as he reached you. One hand went to your thigh, his fingers tickling the hem of your dress. “Hello, princess,” he said, his voice enchanting.

“Billy,” you replied. He took a breath in and guided your thighs apart slightly until his body was nestled in between them. Your heart was fluttering like crazy. Desire burned through you.

“You’re looking pretty good tonight, Y/N, if I do say so myself,” Billy said, eyeing you up and down, his gaze snagging on the way the material scoops down your chest and hugs your waist, your bare thighs wrapped around him. He licks his lips. “Drink?”

Your arms go around his neck and you move into him until your hips are touching. You can feel how much he wants you now and god did you want him too. “I think we’ll just skip to the end, yeah?” You asked and he smirked, leaving his drink on the side and picking you up, settling you gently on the floor.

“Come on then, princess,” he said, taking your hand and guiding you to one of the rooms upstairs.

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive.

“Come out tonight,” Billy leaned against your locker, giving you that look.

You twisted your mouth. You knew you would—anytime you and Billy ended up at a party together it always ended the way it did for Tina’s Halloween party. It had become a regular occurrence and you certainly weren’t complaining. It wasn’t official, or exclusive. You both still dated around as and when you wanted to. But when the pair of you were together, it was something else entirely.

“Can’t,” you replied, avoiding his eye and focusing on your locker. “I have to study.”

He scoffed. “Since when do you study?” He moved around you until he was standing behind you, arms above your head, his body pressed against yours, his lips by your ear. “Come on, princess, I know what you really want to do tonight.”

Your toes curled and you tried to resist your back arching into him. You were in the middle of the school hallway, people around you, and yet if Billy asked, you’d let him pin you against the locker for everyone to see. There was just something magnetic about him. But you had to stand your ground, shaking your head. “Sorry.” You stepped out of his arms and finally looked at him. He raised an eyebrow like he didn’t believe you. “I’m busy.”

His lips curled. “Well if you change your mind, princess, you know where I’ll be.”

“Sure thing, Billy,” you called back to him as you walked off, forcing every step away from him.

He rang you later, when you were lying on your bed actually trying to study. Your mind was wandering though, thinking about the time you had invited Billy over and he’d climbed through your window. The things he had done to you right where you were lying…

“Changed your mind yet?” Billy asked. You could hear him moving around his room, getting ready. You rolled your eyes, imagining how much he preened himself before going out.

“Nope,” you said, flicking through your textbook, emphasising the noise of the pages turning so he could hear.

He chuckled. “Keep telling yourself that, princess.” You scowled but he couldn’t see you. “Oh, make sure you wear that dress I like, yeah?”

Though he couldn’t see it, your face flushed at the memory. You swallowed and forced yourself to reply sarcastically, “Mhmm, yeah sure, Billy.”

“That’s my girl,” he teased before hanging up the phone and you were left flustered. This was just a game, one you played often. Sometimes it was you teasing him until he was crawling after you. Other times, it was like this. Where he’d be adamant you were coming to see him the whole day and you denied it even though you knew damn well you would go. How could you not? But you knew that when you went out later, he’d act like he hadn’t planned the whole thing. Asshole.

You sighed and closed your book. Your eyes went to your closet, where you knew the dress Billy liked was hanging up, practically calling to you. “Goddamn it,” you huffed, getting up from your bed and heading to your closet.

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it.

This party was bigger than Tina’s and you could barely see. Whoever's party it was had set up lights that flashed in time to the music, something upbeat and poppy that was currently charting even though you had no idea what it was. Was there a smoke machine too? God, it felt like you were in a club. Alone, a bit on edge, you found the nearest drinks table and helped yourself to a few shots of tequila and a bottle of something cold to keep your hands occupied. You weren’t actively looking for him, you told yourself. You were just at a party that you’d been invited to anyway. This wasn’t anything to do with him.

Yet you’d worn the dress, a short black number that highlighted every curve of your body that you knew Billy had already explored. As you wandered through the crowd of people, passing idiots doing keg stands and playing beer pong, you wondered why you let Billy do this to you. As you’d put the dress on, your eyes had scanned over your body, still feeling the taste of Billy’s lips on yours from that first party, felt the ghost of his fingertips on your arms, thighs, hips—everywhere.

You were sick, you told yourself. You had to be. That was the only explanation for why your body craved Billy’s so much. But it was like a vicious cycle. He was your medicine and you needed a regular dose to make yourself feel better—but that only worsened the problem, didn’t it?

You took a rather large swig of your drink and shook yourself out of this mess. You turned the corner and found Billy, finally, on one of the many sofas. A girl was on his lap, giggling at something he’d said. Billy’s eyes were roaming up and down her body and you huffed an unsurprised laugh, folding your arms. As Billy leaned in to whisper something to her, his eyes found yours and he grinned. You beamed back knowingly, raising your free hand and waving to him before turning on your heels, knowing he had a good view of your ass in the dress, and you walked off.

Two could play at this game.

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

You had no idea who was kissing you. It was some guy you’d found upstairs and he’d been attractive enough to distract you from Billy and that girl. So when you’d leaned against the wall and pulled him onto you, he hadn’t complained and neither had you. He tasted off cherry Coke and while not unpleasant, it was nothing compared to Billy. And when he kissed your neck, he didn’t get the spot you loved so much the way Billy did. Fuck, you thought—he’d ruined everyone else for you. Nothing was the same. Neither of you had feelings for each other, you were coherent enough to know that it was nothing, never anything, more than just sex. And yet you didn’t want to share him with anyone else.

The guy moaned your name into your neck and you closed your eyes, trying to get into it. But his hands were fumbling as they groped your sides and you eventually huffed and pushed him off you. He looked terrified. “This isn’t working,” you said to him simply. “Run along now.” He didn’t say a word, just shifted his jeans and ran off. You sighed and leaned back on the wall, feeling suddenly very hot. The house was stifling and you could do with some fresh air so you slipped into the nearest bedroom, pleased to see the private balcony door were open.

There were two figures writing on the bed and they sat up abruptly as you entered. You rolled your eyes and said, “Get out,” and they left promptly. You wondered when you’d gained that power. Billy, you thought. Since people found out that you and Billy were screwing regularly, it’s like your popularity had soared. And somehow, they were scared of you. Or him.

You rested your arms against the balcony railing, looking down at the outside of the party. From your position, you were shrouded in darkness but you could see everyone. The garden was fairly big, a pool in the centre that was filled with drunk teenagers. There was barely any free space on the patio thanks to the tables stocked with alcohol and the amount of underage drinkers smoking and making out with each other. You laughed at them all and shook your head.

“Not the same, huh?” A familiar voice drawled behind you and you turned, leaning your back on the rails instead, to find Billy had entered the bedroom without you even hearing. He was wearing his signature smirk, his shirt unbuttoned at the top so you could see the top of his chest. God, he looked good. How was that fair?

“I’m sorry?” You replied, feigning obliviousness.

“That guy,” he indicated his head behind him. “He wasn’t the same as me, was he?” He moved towards you slowly, like a predator stalking his prey. You had nowhere to go so you didn’t stop him when he pressed into your body. You wondered if the darkness covered the pair of you from the people downstairs, whether if they were to look up to the balcony, they’d see Billy’s arms on either side of your body, his face inches from yours.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he said quietly and you almost groaned at the way his voice rolled through your body. “Who is it you really want to kiss you?” He dipped his head down and pressed chaste kisses to your collarbones, up to your neck and then the corner of your mouth. He paused and glanced up at you. “I’m waiting.”

“For fuck’s sake, you, Billy!” you snapped, growing impatient. “Now will you fuck me, or what?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Always so rude,” he joked and stood straight, offering you his hand. “Shall we?

You pushed off the balcony railing and downed the rest of your drink, placing it on the table beside you. You wouldn’t let him win this easily, Instead of taking his hand, you sauntered straight past him, letting him chase after you. You heard him groan and follow. Before you could get settled on the bed, he flipped the game again and grabbed your arm, pinning you against the wall.

The air was knocked from your lungs as he started his assault on you without another word and your head swam from desire as he touched you exactly where he knew you liked it.

“Let me get this straight, princess,” he whispered into your skin and you could just about hear him, your eyelids fluttering open. He was on his knees, lifting on of your legs over his shoulder. His hands were pushing your dress up to your hips. He made eye contact with you and you saw his eyes blown with lust as much as you knew yours were. “In this little game of ours…” He kissed your knees and slowly, slowly went up your thighs, stopping so close to where you needed him. You writhed beneath him, aching for it now.

“I always win.”

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