You know what I can’t stop thinking about? Girl Dad Billy. Specifically Girl Dad Billy to very girly girls.
Billy being a man whose father bullied him into the belief that a man shouldn’t show his softer side. The kind of beliefs that made Billy such an angry person.
Then one day he meets the literal love of his life.
And slowly but surely that hard exterior begins to crack little by little.
But nothing compares to the effect becoming a Girl Dad has on him.
He’ll happily sit still while his daughters put bows and butterfly clips in his hair.
He’d let them paint his nails, and if a little pink polish remains when he arrives at work the next day, no one dare say anything even in jest because Billy MF Hargrove doesn’t play around when it comes to his girls.
Heck, he’ll even sit through little fingers poking eyeshadow applicators at his eyeballs if it means seeing his girls smile.
And little tea parties? He’s there!
Sat in a little pink plastic chair that’s splintering under his weight.
Little plastic tea cup in hand that contains nothing but air, but he’ll sup on it, sticking out a pinky, and tell his girls it’s the best tea he’s ever fuckin tasted.
They want Daddy to play Barbies? Oh he’s right there!
And if he thinks you’re not in ear shot, he’ll even attempt doing high pitched voices for them.
The dashboard of his car is covered in stickers that his girls claim are good luck charms to keep him safe while he’s driving… those suckers are never coming off!
‘Daddy, I made a bracelet for you’ -Best believe that’s now his most prized possession.
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Author's Note: The ice cream part played out in my head at 3 am and well, it turned into part 3 for my two bickering love birds, sorry if it's really long, I tend to ramble and get carried away with this man
You don't really need to read part 1 or 2 to enjoy this, but in case you want to, here they are:
Sure Shot Part 1 and Sure Shot Part 2
Summery: You and Billy have this strange little thing, is is chemistry? love/hate?, maybe if you two shut up for once and actually listen to each other, you'll realize that maybe it's more than you both thought
Billy Hargrove x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ only!! MINORS DNI, Smut: language, banter/arguing, kissing, fingering, p in v sex, Billy is a dick, but also he's not (as you know this is the theme with me)
My Masterlist in case you need more Billly
Divider by @cafekitsune
You hear it.
How could you not?
The unmistakable sound of that stupid, loud ass, blue nightmare.
Truth was you haven't seen Billy since that night at Tommy's, over two weeks ago, and you hoped you'd never see him again honestly, but sometimes you forgot that your friends are also his friends.
Annoyingly loud, that's Billy in every possible way, so why would his car be any different? Pulls up in front of the little outdoor ice cream shop that's been in Hawkins for something like two decades, long before Scoops Ahoy came to the new mall on the other side of town. It's old sign faded to the softest, prettiest pink with white trim, little glittering fairy lights strung across the top and sides, too pretty for Hawkins. More suited for California, not that you've ever been... but you've heard.
Ratt blaring from the speakers as he steps out of his car, like he's moving in slow motion, like some movie star. Aviators on, crisp white tank top, so tight it looks painted on, especially against his peak summer tan.
Everyone gathering around him like he's Elvis. Fucking. Presley.
But not you. You stay put.
Asshole.
How he just casually leans back against that damn car, one boot crossed over the other, wearing those same Levi's he always wears, even though it's like a thousand degrees out today. So damn tight looks like his bulge is about to pop out and hit you in the eye.
Not that you're looking.
You might be looking.
And why's he always so damn sweaty?
Yeah, you know it's like 95 degrees and sweating is normal, but he's always sweaty. You swear he spritzes himself before he leaves his house just to enhance the look of those sexy as fuck obnoxious muscles.
Stupidly perfect dirty blonde little curls, blowing all soft in the warm summer breeze, like he should be selling shampoo or some shit. Your heart pounding against your ribs and you look around because it suddenly feels like maybe everyone can hear it beating over the music blaring from his car.
Fuck him.
Fuck Billy Hargrove.
Fuck him for practically glistening and disturbing your thoughts with all that sweaty skin and those perfect eyelashes.
Seriously, fuck him.
You quietly remind yourself that Billy might be pretty on the outside, but he's poison once he opens those plush lips and all the bullshit falls out.
Turns his head in your direction, then there it is, that little smirk and you want to run over and slap him for just existing.
Vicki, of course, perched right there next to him. For whatever reason she's giving you the evil eye. Seriously? He's a liar and a cheater, way to go Vicki, you think and almost feel sorry for her... almost.
Why did they have to ruin everything by showing up? You were fine, just hanging out with your friends, enjoying a nice summer sunset and your favorite ice cream. Trying not to be reminded how big his hands felt all over your body, or how hot his breath was against your lips.
Billy saw you the second he drove around the corner, sitting pretty on the curb, licking an ice cream cone like you're licking cock, at least that's how he sees it. Sitting there in the tiniest little summer dress, tits practically spilling out over the top. Sexy, sun kissed legs splayed out in front of you, flip flops off, sitting next to you, toe nails painted the prettiest shade of pink, matching the strawberry ice cream you're mouth fucking right now.
You.
Looking like sin. Here to torture him. Wants desperately to get back at you for leaving him hard and desperate two weeks ago, thought of a million ways to get his revenge, but decided in his head to call it even, to forget you, plenty of bitches in the sea after all. He's been good at avoiding you up until now, but here you are and well...
Glances at you, trying not to be too obvious, but fuck, the way you're lapping and suckling at that cone is making all the blood in his body head straight to his cock. Shifts, blatantly adjusting himself in those tight jeans. Eyes glued to you. The visual almost too much, that tongue of yours dragging from the bottom to the top, the way you suck the tip gently. Little drop of cream dripping down your wrist from the warmth of the sun, or maybe just the warmth of that mouth of yours. Needs that tongue back on his skin, in his mouth, on his cock.
Sighs dramatically, air blowing past his pursed lips, making one of his curls dance from the force of it. Vicki hanging on him like she's afraid if she lets go he'll wander off, leaving her without a ride home. Wouldn't be the first time. Like by just holding his hand or his arm, being close, she can somehow reign him in, keep him for herself, but they all know better, every girl who has ever met him knows... Billy belongs to no one.
Slides his sunglasses up to sit in his hair and your eyes meet. You watch his hand go down to palm his bulge, giving his cock a squeeze, then mouthing the words...
"I got somethin' for you to lick."
Your heart starts beating harder and you don't know why exactly, almost like he caught you staring. A little jolt of something electric runs though your entire body, yeah I'd lick that, and you hate yourself for thinking it. Your own body betraying you. So instead you just roll your eyes, making a disgusted face, then turn back to Carol, who's been non stop gossiping since you two got here.
Bitch.
Billy mumbles to no one. Like to go over there and pull you by the hair, show you what your mouth is really good for.
Vicki, giggling like an idiot, annoying the fuck out of him. Wish she'd shut the fuck up, stop interrupting his little fantasy of you worshipping his cock. This isn't a date, like she seems to think it is. She just showed up at his door and begged him to come and buy her an ice cream, figured he'd at least get a blow job out of it, so here he is.
Didn't expect to see you.
She's talking. He's barely listening. Pulls out a $20 bill without looking at her, just shoving it in her direction, hoping to shut her up. More than enough money to get an ice cream and whatever the fuck else she wants. She gives his profile a sad little pout, wishes he was coming with her so that they can choose matching flavors, but she knows that annoyed look on his face, seen it many times, so she quickly walks off with a bunch of the group, leaving him there...
... suddenly all alone with you.
You stand, feeling kind of weird being on the ground with him hovering above you, like he's about to put his dick in your mouth, plus really you should go over to where Carol went off to, but you quickly realize she left with Tommy and well, you don't want to see what they're doing right now.
Instead you slip on your flip flops and casually lean against a large oak tree, taking long licks around your strawberry cone, pretending he isn't standing right there, staring at you.
You catch his eyes raking down over your body. Fuck, the way you lick that cone like it's the best thing you've ever tasted. Enough to make him feel like he's going to explode in his jeans. Doesn't take much to picture you once again on your knees in front of him. Pretty mouth wrapped around his fat cock, soft doe eyes looking up at his, as he fists your hair. Teasing him, that pretty pink tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock, before swallowing him deep in your hot, wet mouth.
"Strawberry."
He scoffs.
"Most boring fuckn' flavor... for a boring fuckn' bitch."
He says and you don't miss a beat.
"Yeah, you're so original with your lame mint chocolate chip... asshole."
Knowing that's his usual choice, although he does vary more than you and you literally can't think of a better comeback.
"Touche."
Chuckles, lighting a Marlboro, glancing quickly over at Vicki and the others, seeing how much time he has alone with you before they start heading back, takes a drag, looking back at your pretty face.
God you're beautiful. He'd marry you right now if he thought he'd never see you again. Loves how your tits jiggle when you laugh, how you wear these short skirts that ride up against your curves, you couldn't control them if you wanted to. Sex on legs and you're a challenge. Something different from all the others bitches who throw themselves at him. Pretty much his dream girl, if he even had one.
Gaze drifting down to your tits again, can't control himself. They're barely contained by the skimpy fabric of your summer dress. Wants to think you wore it for him, but you didn't know he was coming so that's impossible, but he lets it play out in his head that way anyway, because the idea that you dress like that when he's not around pisses him off for some reason.
"Slut."
Smirks, licking across, then scraping his teeth over his bottom lip, taking another quick drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke up to the sky.
"You certainly seem interested... Billy. Can't seem to keep your eyes off me."
You practically bat your eyelashes, licking your ice cream slow and sexy on purpose.
Gaze on your cleavage yet again, lingering there a bit before his eyes trail back up, meeting yours.
"I know a bitch in heat when I see one?"
"You're so gross, Billy."
You say, wishing desperately for your friends to come back, but at the same time, not really, because even when he's being an ass, for some reason you liked him.
"You're the one slobbering over an ice cream, like it's my big fat cock."
Still smirking and you wonder what he would do if you just slapped him right now like you did in Tommy's kitchen a few weeks ago.
"You wish this was your cock."
Smirk back, not going to let him win.
"Those tits are gonna be the death of me."
Shakes his head.
"Oh, but I thought I was a slut?"
You ask, eyebrows raised.
"You are. Didn't say that was a bad thing."
Winks, blowing smoke purposefully out in your direction.
"I think you wore that, hoping you'd see me."
Smiles all pretty and you love him hate him
"Aren't you literally here with your girlfriend, Bills."
You see his jaw clench and you just smile because you love getting under his skin. Glances over at Vicki again, then back at you.
Shrugs.
"Jealous or somethin'?"
"Whatever. Wow, lucky her."
You say flatly, giving your cone a sexy little flick with the tip of your tongue, eyes meeting his.
God you hate him, but you don't, for some reason you didn't really hate Billy. It was weird, like you knew he was just putting on some kind of show or maybe this toxic shit turns you on, you weren't exactly sure. Billy messes with your head, but you're pretty sure you mess with his too.
Flicks the spent cigarette to the ground, walking closer to you, leaning his arm against the tree you're resting against. Fingers softly trace the strap of your sundress, tugs, pulling it roughly, it snaps back against your skin.
"Come on, you miss me, don't cha? Miss us."
Gives a little condescending little pout.
"Us? There never was an "US."
You say, what the hell is he even talking about?
"What do ya say, huh, baby... wanna get out of here, give me a little private show with that tongue of yours?"
Thick fingers come up and brush your hair back from your shoulder.
You furrow your brows at him.
"Billy, you can't be serious! You're just gonna ditch Vicki?"
You turn to see the gaggle of girls picking out their flavors, turning back to face him.
"Stop bringing her up and quick fuckn' around... stop being such a little bitch all the time. Plus let's be honest, you fuckn' owe me."
Leans in closer, his hot breath tickling against your skin. Your shoulder coming up to your ear, softly hitting against his chin.
"I don't owe you shit, asshole."
You say, wishing you hit his chin harder.
"Tell me, angel... you get off on leaving guys hanging? Cause that's what you did to me, and I'm still fuckn' pissed off."
His voice rises, but his tone is still low.
You knew it. Knew this was going to come up eventually.
"Don't you dare go there! You literally jerked off on my face, so if the next time we were together I left you... hanging, well... you fucking deserved it!"
You yell whisper.
"Newsflash, baby... you could have stopped me any time! But no, you didn't. You took it all like a good little slut!"
You know he's right. You could have walked away, could have slapped his face. But you didn't. You stayed and you liked it. What that says about you, you're not sure.
"Why don't you just go and be with your little harem, Billy."
You say, trying your best to not scream at him.
"I'm not askin' you to marry me, sweetheart. Just asking for a little alone time, me and you... finish what we started."
His breath smells really good, cinnamon, like he's been chewing Big Red gum, with a hint of cigarettes beneath, and dirty, filthy, nasty, good, rough sex... his smell makes you want to fuck the shit out of him, right here, throw him down in the dirt, and fuck him hard in front of everyone. Something about him being so close makes you lose yourself.
"I'm not sleeping with you!"
You practically shout and he just laughs, soft and easy.
"I never said anything about sleeping, princess."
Truth was he knew he should be more fuckn' pissed at you, but for some reason when he sees you, all that fades away and all he can think about is the way your tongue swirls around the tip of that cone, the smell of your perfume, warm and sweaty tangled sheets from two weeks ago, the softness of your curves, the way you rode his cock like some beautiful wild thing.
He wanted more. Couldn't understand it himself. Should just call you a cunt and walk away, go with one of the many other girls who want him. Maybe get back at you for what you did, but looking at you right now, it's making his dick ache and his mind go fuzzy. Just wants to kiss you and he knows you want it too.
"You think that's all I want from you?"
Voice gets softer. Hand coming down close, fingers gently brush against yours, the touch is soft, almost gentle, and your eyebrows furrow, slightly confused by the whole thing.
"Yeah, obviously."
You answer, ice cream dripping softly down your fingers and onto your wrist, where you're holding your cone in the opposite hand from the one he's gently touching.
"I know you feel the chemistry between us, baby."
You laugh.
"Chemistry? Is that what you call it? You're so cheesy, Billy. Go use that line on Vicki."
You lick your wrist, eyes still meeting each other's. His fingers slip between yours, lightly, not quite hand holding, just a more soft little secret between the two of you.
"Raw animal desire, can't keep our hands off each other, you know it, princess."
You roll your eyes and pull your hand away from his.
"I can definitely keep my hands off you, Billy."
You say and continue to lick, trying not to feel the burning in your cheeks as he stares at you.
"Givin' me a private show?"
"You wish... wish this was your cock in my mouth."
You flatten your tongue and lick a broad strip up the length of it, flicking it at the top, then swallowing the tip of the ice cream fully in your mouth. Then lick up a stray drop that slid down the cone, all while keeping eye contact with those baby blues.
"Clearly, so do you, princess."
Chuckles, his soft breath hitting your face and you think your eyes just fluttered. You're trying so hard to keep your composure, to be all sultry and sexy, but the way he smells, all heady and hot. Suddenly a large wad of ice cream falls right on the swell of your tit.
"Shit. Of course."
You sigh and curse, breaking the spell. So much for trying to be sexy.
Billy's eyes zero in on the sweet pink dollop that slowly trickles down the beautiful swell of your tit.
"Looks like you made a mess, angel. Here, let me help you clean that up."
Before you can say anything, before you can stop him, his thumb swipes across the ice cream that's sliding down your boob, scooping it up, bringing to his mouth, sucking his thumb clean, blue eyes on yours the whole time.
"I can lick the rest off, if you like."
Murmurs, and you get that heady feeling again. But it's not just you, because Billy's balls are aching, the desire for you burning in his veins. Wants nothing more than to put his mouth on you, everywhere, anywhere.
You both just stare at each other for a beat without a word, when he suddenly huffs as Vicki and the others start heading back over to where you two are standing.
"I thought you hated strawberry.
You whisper to him, smacking him hard in the chest for touching you, the moment coming back to some form of reality.
"You know you want me to bury my face between those sexy tits... and lick you like a fuckn' dog."
Your cheeks feel like they're on fire again, he's so close and everything about him is electric. His smell, his breath, the heat baking off his thick, hard body.
"Honest to god, Billy, you're such a pig."
You say, but there's no real meaning in what you just said, because his filthy words go straight between your thighs and you love his naughty mouth so much you could scream.
Then in a beat, he's back leaning against his car, lighting another smoke. Vicki happily eating her ice cream and back beside him, chattering on. But Billy's still lost in you, blue eyes follow the trail left behind of the melting ice cream he missed with his finger, as it drips down softly between your tits, disappearing into your cleavage.
Sticky and frustrated, you walk away from the group, heading over to grab a napkin from the side of the ice cream stand. Billy kicks off the car and follows behind you, hanging back a few paces, watching your sexy legs and the way that dress sits on your hips. You grab a bunch of napkins out of the metal holder, dabbing at the mess you made all over yourself.
You suddenly feel hot breath on your ear from behind, and big hands gripping your waist.
"Need some help with that, angel?"
Deep voice, hot breath.
"OMG, Jesus, Billy!"
You practically jump, not realizing he was behind you.
"I'm good, thanks."
You laugh softly, shaking your head and moving away from his grip.
"Sure bout that, sweetheart? Happy to lend a helping hand... or tongue."
Chuckles low as his fat tongue dancing across his bottom lip. He's so close, too close. You peek over his shoulder to see everyone in your group oblivious to the two of you.
"Maybe you should be paying more attention to your girlfriend and not to my tits!"
You say, and he watches you use the napkins to wipe away the remaining ice cream from your skin.
"Stop calling her that."
Glances back at Vicki and Carol and now they're looking over at him suspiciously. He just turns his attention back to you, doesn't give a fuck about them.
"You stink... like cigarettes, it's disgusting."
You say, trying to get his hot hard body away from you before you literally jump on him. You fan the air dramatically and he just laughs.
"Hmm, funny, because you didn't seem to mind my cigarette breath when you had your tongue down my throat at Tommy's a few weekends ago."
You blush.
"Yeah well, that was then and this is now. Plus you're a complete dick!"
"Awww, come on, you like when I'm a dick. A big, hard, throbbing dick that you can't get out of your head."
"No, I DO NOT like it, no... no thank you!"
You huff, getting flustered and overheated.
"Yeah, you do. You love it!" Just like I love when you're a little bitch. Makes my dick hard., wanna feel?"
"NO!, Billy what doesn't make your dick hard?"
"This is just our foreplay and you know it, princess."
"Go away."
You say, throwing the dirty napkins in the trash can.
"Gimmie a lick."
Stupid big grin on his face and you can't help but smile.
"A lick of what exactly?"
You ask.
"Of your ice cream, of course."
Leans closer.
"Naughty girl."
Sticks his fat tongue out, licking up and down and you make a disgusted face at him.
"Get your own."
You say, pushing softly against his pecs. His hand wraps around your wrist and your heart races the second his warm fingers touch you. You try to tug out of his grip, but Billy gives you the cutest pout, his lower lip sticking out all soft and fat.
"Come on, princess... don't be like that. Just a little lick... pweese."
Those pretty blue puppy dog eyes, looking at you through those stupid long lashes.
"One lick, Billy, that's all!"
You sigh, holding your ice cream out to him. Leaning closer, he doesn't just take a lick, he takes one giant bite, eating half your ice cream in one go, you give out a little soft yelp.
"The fuck, Billy! I said one lick, not half my ice cream!"
You can't help but laugh, pulling away, but he holds your wrist still, pulling you in a little closer. Wants to taste the strawberry on your tongue instead of off that stupid cone.
He's laughing too, mouth full, smug little look on his face. His lips covered in the softest shade of strawberry pink.
"I remember loving the taste of other things... like right here, this little sweet spot."
Thick fingers brush softly up your skirt, running against your inner thigh.
"Seriously, Billy, knock it off."
You whisper, but it's too late really, because the goosebumps cover your entire body and you nipples get hard against the fabric of your dress and you're just standing there, letting it happen.
"Come on, angel... you love me..."
You close your eyes for just a second, enjoy the feel of him, the heat that radiates off his thick body, his hand sliding further up your skirt, just skimming the lace trim of your panties, but then common sense kicks in.
"I thought we were pretty even last time we were together, so let's just leave it at that, okay?"
You push his hand away and adjust your dress.
Tit for tat, he did something to you, and you got him back. Call it even. Done.
But those damn eyes look almost amused and you furrow your brows at him again.
"We both know, baby girl, it's only a matter of time before you're on your knees for me, begging for my cock like the needy little bitch you are."
"Fuck you!"
You push the rest of your cone against his tank top, it falls to the gravel below, leaving a pink smudge against the crisp white.
For just a beat Billy looks like he's about to explode, looking down on the smudge staining his tank top, but then within seconds he's looking towards the sky and laughing loud.
"You've got balls. I'll give you that."
You just turn and walk back to your friends.
God he's such a prick.
Billy saunters back over to the group.
Leans against his car again, Vicki immediately clinging to his arm, he barely acknowledges her as she tries to wipe away the pink stain on his shirt. Pushes off the car and stalks over to where you're talking with Tina, like he's not done with you, leaving Vicki confused.
"You're cute when you're all mad, it's like a real turn on, know that?"
Stands between you and Tina. Slips the strap of your dress off your shoulder, leaning forward and giving you a soft bite.
Growls when you start walking off again. Grabs your wrist. He's had enough of whatever shit is going on between you two.
"Stop fucking running away from me. We need to talk. Now."
Frustration in his eyes, all across his face.
"I have nothing to say to you, Billy."
"Bullshit, we have everything to say. I know you fuckin' think about me. Stop lying to me!"
Voice is rough with this pent up emotion that's spilling out around the edges. It's just the way the sun catches the highlights in your hair. You're beautiful, your eyes so uncertain and he hates it, hates that this is happening at all, when he should be holding you right now, not here with Vicki, not here frustrated and angry. Should be kissing your perfect mouth, fucking your perfect body.
You're staring up at him with those eyes. Too pretty for words. Why is he such a dick, when he doesn't always mean it.
"So what, Billy... what do you want to talk about?"
You say, hoping to get this over and done with.
You shift your weight to the other foot, there's a crack there, in the softness of your face, vulnerability in the way you look at him and he would notice it if he was paying attention. You pull gently at his grip on your wrist.
"Let go of me."
You say, but don't move or pull away fully, because part of you wants to stay in this heated space.
"Do you think about me? Ever?"
He says, looking down at your face.
"Seriously, Billy?"
You're confused. Why is he doing this?
"Look... I think about you, okay? For whatever stupid reason. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Your words are bitter, but soft, like you didn't want to say them, but he's looking at you weird.
"Does that change anything? Does knowing that I think about you, make you stop being such a fucking jerk?"
Your breath is shaky, struggling.
Releases his grip on your wrist, stepping back a little bit. Suddenly he laughs loud, clapping his hands together.
"Knew it!"
"You are the biggest asshole!"
You practically cry, a kind of heat of embarrassment coming over your entire body and you turn away. So done with him.
Back with your friends, everyone decides to go to the quarry for a swim as the sun sets and to get out of this intense heat. You couldn't be happier, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from that man as humanly possible.
But Billy wants you alone. Needs you alone. You two need to hash this shit out. Yeah he's being a dick, sometimes he doesn't really understand himself and why acts this way. Has so much to say to you, but knows he never will.
"Hey." (says your name) "Why don't you come ride with me?"
Before you can say anything, his fingers are interlacing with yours and he pulling you towards his Camaro. Vicki stops, standing in front of him.
"What about me? What the fuck, Billy?"
Really doesn't give a shit, looks down at her unapologetically, just squeezing your hand tighter, making sure you don't run off.
"What about you, Vicki? I'm not your fuckn' babysitter, go with Carol and Tommy or somethin'."
Next thing you know, you're being pushed into his car, he's shifting and peeling out of the parking lot so fast you barely have time to register what's happening, leaving your friends behind. Glances over at you, wicked little smirk looking at your absolutely stunned expression.
"What?"
Laughs.
"What the hell was that, Billy? Now everyone is going to be pissed off at me!"
His eyes back on the road ahead, tongue swiping across his bottom lip.
"Let them be pissed. I don't give a fuck what they think."
Scoffs.
"Well, I do."
You say quietly, watching the sun filter through the trees as you speed by them.
"I want to spend time alone with you, is that so wrong?"
He feels really stupid for saying that. He's just being a pussy.
"What the hell, the quarry is that way."
You yell, noticing he's taking a different road than you're used to.
"Yeah well, sweetheart, we need to get all this shit out of our systems."
Grabs your wrist, pulling your hand between his thighs, making you feel the hard bulge through his tight jeans.
"Fuck."
Huffs out as you give it a squeeze. Feels so thick and huge. You practically climb in his lap, biting at his sweaty skin, the heavy guitar of Kirt Hammett thrumming through your entire body. His face looks all dreamy. Half lust, half surprise.
Takes a sharp turn, the car speeding down a dark, quiet road. You giggle as your body bounces against his, speeding over rocks and sticks and you swear you bite him a little too hard because you hear him hiss.
All you can see is a blur of trees as the headlights dance across them, setting sun filtering through the canopy above and everything feels so secret and naughty suddenly.
"Ever fucked in a car before, angel?"
One hand on the wheel, the other up your dress, squeezing your ass, fingers digging in deep. Grabs hold and pulls your panties up your crack, giving you a wedgie and him a better grip on your full set of cheeks.
"No... but you can be my first."
You lick against his ear, still squeezing the thick outline of his hard cock.
"You got a fuckn' perfect ass... stupid slut!"
Mumbles, then jerks the wheel, pulling over fast, almost hitting a tree.
"Fuck you, Billy Hargrov...."
Grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours, hot fat tongue plundering into your mouth before you even have time to think.
Cigarettes and cinnamon.
Hands roaming your body, groping and squeezing like he's been waiting his whole life for this. Grabs your tits all rough, kneading them through your sexy summer dress.
Contorts himself awkwardly, pulling you close, practically on top of you across the console. His bulge pushing against your belly, hot and desperately hard. His mouth sucks and bites everything in its path, leaving dark marks all over your sensitive skin. Thick fingers push your panties to the side, finding your swollen clit, rubbing roughly.
"Jesus, Billy... fuck!"
He just laughs against your neck, his hot breath giving you goosebumps down your entire body, making you giggle more, it's like you can't stop, you feel so giddy. Your hands pull awkwardly at his tank top and he quickly pulls back and rips it off, flinging it in the back seat. His hot sweaty skin makes your head spin as you run your hands all over him, pinching his nipples, making him moan like a slut.
Fingers fast and rough, back against your clit and embarrassingly you already feel like you're about to lose it.
"Haven't seen anything yet, baby."
Purrs, nipping your ear. Stops to pull down the top part of your dress, before you even notice, just feel your tits pop free and his big hot hand squeezing. His mouth moves down your chest, biting the swell of your tit, then sucking a nipple into his mouth, hard, tongue swirling around the little pebble. Makes you moan. Kinda hurts, but in a good way.
Dear god, he's so hot, your pussy aches and you're soaking his fingers as they slide through your slick folds, teasing your hole, then pushing his middle finger in ring deep.
"Billy... fuckkk."
Smirks against your tits, feeling you squirming around and moaning against him.
"Like that, baby?"
Voice so fucking deep as he slides a second finger inside your tight hole, pumping in and out, curling and rubbing that secret little spot deep inside you, his thumb rubbing fast against your clit, like he knows exactly what he's doing, knows exactly what you need.
You can't do anything but moan and huff, grabbing a fistful of his curls as he licks and bites your tits, leaving them a wet, sloppy mess.
"Mmmm... you taste like strawberries, fuck, you're so fuckn' sexy."
You feel him tugging down your panties, tossing them quickly into the backseat. Your dress wrapped around your waist like a belt. Your pussy bare and the soft summer breeze coming in from the open windows is making you feel ticklish, the gear shift poking uncomfortably against your butt cheek, but then Billy's thick fingers are back sinking into your cunt, rough and deep, and you forget everything.
"Ooohhh, Bills... fuck!"
You moan, loud.
"Knew you wanted this."
Starts finger fucking you harder and faster, eyes intense, looking into yours, showing his teeth as he ruts into you. Feels your pussy flutter around his fingers.
"Shut up, so did you."
You feel the tension in your belly start to coil tight.
Smirks at your breathless words.
"Ooohh such a responsive little thing... cum for me, come on, angel."
Bites his lip, fucking into you, thumb rubbing, your hips buck against his hand.
Feels your soft, warm breath hit his lips, gripping the back of your head with one hand, fist full of your hair, scratching your scalp soft and tender. Practically holding you up, his face in yours, noses touching.
Dick aching in his jeans. Wants nothing more than to free his thick cock and push your head down, putting that pretty mouth of yours to work, but he's being a gentlemen. Wants you to cum first so he can too, because he knows he's not going to last.
It's heady, his breath, hot and in your face. You lick across his lips and he growls.
"Might have to fuck you stupid."
Voice deep and smooth and you lose it.
"Ohhh.... gonna cum... Billy..."
You cry, whining out his name over and over again.
"Mmm, that's it... cum on my fingers, sweetheart."
Your screams are loud, filling the entire car, over the music still playing on the radio. Hearing you, holding your pretty face so close to his as you cum is better than any porno.
It's like your pussy is trying to suck his thick digits deeper inside. You're so tight, you're pulling him in. Your juices gush out and soak his fingers, dripping down to the leather of his precious Camaro and onto his jeans. Thighs trembling at the intensity of it all and your awkward position.
Slowly pulls his fingers out of your sensitive pussy, then brings them to your lips and pushes them into your mouth to suck clean.
"You're so fuckn' hot."
Says, so fucking turned on his hands are shaking as he fumbles with his belt, desperate to free his cock. He's never wanted someone like he wants you right now, needs to sink his cock into your tight soaked cunt or else he might just cum right now, in his jeans.
Tugs his belt open, tugging down his briefs and jeans, freeing his massive cock, which throbs against his abs. Even in the low light you can see how pretty it is.
"Fuck, need to be inside you. Need to feel your perfect pussy milkin' me dry, baby girl."
"Hurry, Billy... need you."
Big hand slides up your thigh, gripping your hip, pulling himself up and you closer. The fat head of his cock pushes into your tight hole achingly slow, your beautiful warmth enveloping his cock, your walls stretching to adjust to his massive length and size.
You whimper and he moans, roughly starting to thrust into you, hips rocking forward driving his cock deeper. Stupid gear shift digging into your lower back more, as he pounds into you. It's a comically tight fit for you two, half laying across two front seats, him holding you close with one strong arm as he ruts aggressively into your tight heat.
The sound of how wet you are fills the car, even over the music and the grunting. He's fucking you raw, hard and fast now, there's something almost needy in the way he fucks into you, holding you tight with one strong arm, possessive and animal and you lose it again, cumming for a second time by just his filthy fucking and his delicious breath against your lips.
Grip his sweaty shoulders, running your fingers up and through his damp curls, saying his name over and over again. His fat cock plunging into your tight wet cunt in a frenzied rhythm. Fucking with intensity, his body hot and sticky. You've never felt so utterly worshipped.
Your tits bounce softly against his chest, quick and hot little huffs of his breath hit your mouth and you lick out against his parted lips.
"So hot and tight... you my baby girl?"
Words short and sharp, lost in the feeling of your beautiful silky walls swallowing him whole, balls deep. Never felt anything so beautiful in his life. The delicious heat in his heavy balls coiling tighter and tighter as you milk him good.
"Mmm, yeah, I'm your baby Billy."
Blue eyes find yours as he slows his fucks, still hard and deep, every thrust up into your pussy making you lose your breath. Staring deep into those baby blues and suddenly it feels almost too intimate. Then his lips bash against yours, tongue slipping along your lips, then dancing with yours, swallowing your moans and sweet little whimpers.
He's making those same sounds, and you soak them in, knowing it's you making Billy Hargrove lose it.
Slows down even more, almost stops before he slams himself balls deep in your cunt for a beat, burying his throbbing cock deep just to feel you, before pulling back and out of you, his heavy cock pulling free with this sloppy wetness. Hand stroking his cock, aiming himself at your pussy.
Hot, thick spurts of cum land on your pussy and shoot up onto your tits, some even hitting you square in the eye. Another and another, shooting out, getting all over your crumpled dress, which is still snug across your belly.
"Fuck, fuck... take my load, little sexy bitch."
Milks his cock, making sure every last drop is painting your body in some way.
Leans back, breathing hard, big grin on his face, all teeth, like the Cheshire cat or some shit. Chuckles when he sees you trying to wipe his cum from your eye, messing up your mascara even more.
"Sorry, babe."
Huffs out, brushes hair away from your face. Untangles himself from you and gets his pants back up, awkwardly. Runs a hand through his messy curls, stopping to look for his pack of Marlboros.
You know you probably look like shit, hair stuck to your cheek, covered in cum, you try clumsily to get back into the passenger seat.
"You got some tissues or something?"
You ask, reaching into the back seat to retrieve your panties.
Reaches over to open the glove compartment, holding out a wad of McDonald's napkins to you, you make a grossed out face, but really what choice do you have. You wipe yourself, readjusting your dress as best you can. It's damp with his cum.
"Sorry, should have pulled over somewhere more comfortable."
Says, unlit cigarette bobbing between his lips. Turns the keys in the ignition.
"You okay there, princess?"
Says, laying this arm around the back of your seat, turning his whole body to back the car up though the maze of trees.
"Yeah, you?"
You say, looking straight ahead, not exactly sure how you feel, just know you're just now realizing how sore every part of your body feels.
"Fuck yeah, I'm good."
One hand comes to touch your bare thigh, once you're both back on the open road, fingers giving you a soft little squeeze.
"We even now, Billy? Like... it's over and done between us, right?"
You push back some of the messy curls that have fallen over his eyes. For some reason you need to see his face.
"Look, I don't know what I'm supposed to say. Maybe it's over, or maybe it's just getting started."
You drive, quiet for a while, eventually pulling onto your street, slowing the car down.
"Look babe, I want to keep fucking you, keep seeing you, ya know."
Finally breaking the quiet.
"So basically you want to be fuck buddies."
You laugh soft.
"Nah."
Shakes his head, looking at you.
"I mean, wasn't exactly what I was going for, but it's kinda what this is, I guess. Don't have a label for this shit. Just know I want to see more of you."
You're not exactly sure what that means, but you feel the same. Know that you can't get him out of your head.
"I think we should. Be fuck fuck buddies. And... if we're going to be fuck buddies, we have to have some rules. So call me when you get home."
You say, getting quickly up and out of the car.
His head lolls back against the head rest, chuckling soft and low as he watches you, his eyes sleepy and pretty.
"You're cute when you're bossy."
Says as he pulls the hem of your dress when you walk over to his open window, leaning on the frame. For a beat he looks like he's seriously going to pull you back in the car right through the open window, fuck you all over again right here, in front of your house. Gives your ass a hard squeeze.
"Now go away, before I change my mind."
You say, kissing the tip of his nose and turning to walk off, but his grip on your dress tightens, pulling.
"Wait... wait... wait."
Laughs, tugging you against the car door again.
He's cute. You lean into the open window and kiss him soft. His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your pussy and you laugh, swatting his hand away.
"Rules first!"
You tease, his hand coming back up from under your dress, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in for another kiss.
"You're kinda mean."
"Get the fuck out of here. Jesus, you're so needy Billy."
You smirk, pulling away from his grip.
Watches you go. Gives the Camaro's engine a little rev.
"Hmm, you better answer when I call you."
Shifts then pulls away from the curb. Stupid grin plastered to that perfect face.
You're such a little bitch, but fuck, if he isn't thinking about what he's going to say when he gets home and calls you.
Because this thing between the two of you... oh, it's definitely not over and done.
i wonder if the last thing he thought of was where his mother is.
(for those wondering; the notes on the side are a doodle of billy and his parents, a note from karen saying “call me”, his driver’s license and a birthday card from his mom)
