Synopsis: Established relationship. Billy and y/n get into a tiny argument and later on, they make up. Fluff, a little bit of angst. SFW
Characters: Billy Hargrove x fem reader!
"Stop the car," you demand harshly and Billy chuckles in disbelief, glancing over at your angry face.
The two of had just had a tiny argument and have been sitting in silence for the past 10 minutes. The two of you are too stubborn to apologize first.
"What?" he mumbles out, one hand on the steering wheel.
"Stop the car," your voice grows louder. Billy sighs with annoyance and pulls over on the side of the road, applying the brakes. As soon as the car comes to a stop, you unbuckle and make haste getting out of his car.
Billy scoffs with disbelief as you start to walk down the road, the chilly air smacks you in the face.
"Y/n, get back in the car!" Billy's voice booms out from the car as you march down the road, arms crossed over your chest.
"No," you retort back harshly. Billy lets out a sigh and lifts his foot off the gas, car following beside you.
"Your ass looks good," Billy comments, eyes glancing up and down your body.
"Shut up!" you snap back, glaring back at him. Billy swears he can see the smoke hissing out from your ears as the tips of ears grow red from the coldness.
You can see your own breath in the air, arms clutched to your chest tightly, trying not to let the cold slamming against you affect you.
"You're gonna freeze out there," his voice softens, a hint of concern.
"I don't care," you reply back. Billy runs his tongue over his bottom lip, before pushing on the brakes and putting his car in park. He climbs out of his car, slamming the door behind him.
His boots click on the empty road as he catches up to you, hands grabbing onto your waist and spinning you around. You scoff as you become trapped in Billy's arms, bodies pressing together.
"Hey...stop. I'm sorry," Billy speaks sternly, eyes locking onto yours. His breath smells of cigarettes and mints as he leans closer to yours, lips inches away.
It's like he's tempting you with his soft, kissable lips.
"Are you actually sorry?" you cock an eyebrow, testing him. A smirk dances along his face and he nods his head, a genuine expression on his face.
"Yes, y/n. I am very sorry, pretty girl. I didn't mean to make you feel that way," Billy explains softly, hands cupping your cheeks. He presses his soft lips against yours in a wet, but soft kiss.
His mustache tickles against your lips as your lips melt together in harmony. Your hands reach out to his denim jacket, gripping onto it and he leans more into the kiss.
Billy won't ever admit it, but he loves it when you grip onto his jacket so desperately.
You close your eyes, butterflies forming in your stomach from the kiss as Billy slowly pulls away from you.
"Ok, you're forgiven and I'm sorry too," you chuckle out with amusement.
"Can you get back in the car now?" Billy asks with a soft voice. A smile tugs on your face and you nod your head. Billy almost cracks a smirk as he grabs onto your hand, leading you back to the car...