I would hit him in a heartbeat now. || Billy Hargrove x Reader
Summary: Billy and the reader both come from abusive households. You both know a thing or two about split lips and broken noses. You discover that you each have that in common…and god, you wish you didn’t.
Warnings: mentions of abuse
Just a short lil thing that was supposed to be longer, but then I stole half of it for cherry bomb lol
I was far too scared to hit him
But I would hit him in a heartbeat now.
You knew a thing or two about split lips and bloody knuckles.
You were very familiar with yelling and screaming and slammed doors.
You knew all too well how a fist felt yanking on hair, and how to pretend that nothing had happened. Because you couldn’t tell, you never could. You could never even talk about it, they told you. If you did, you’d be taken away, far away, and that always felt scarier than the punishments. You deserved those, anyways.
That’s what your parents always told you.
When you were bad, you were punished. It was simple. They wanted you to be quiet, to only speak when spoken to, to be the perfect child in the perfect family. They had tempers, though, tempers that had been passed on to you, and you were never quiet or reserved.
You didn’t know how to be.
Maybe it was because you wanted to act out. They were stifling you, keeping you from growing into yourself, and you felt stunted and angry. You couldn’t show it, though; every time you fought, which was too often, they made sure that you received twice as hard a beating at home if they found out about it. That only made you angrier, though…angrier and more confused, because you were supposed to be good and your family was supposed to be happy, so why did this feel so wrong?
A BillyxReader oneshot inspired by the song "cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant" would be interesting ^^
Cigarette Daydreams - Billy Hargrove x Reader
Ask and you shall receive! I love this idea, that song is so Billy coded imo. Also, sorry this is very late, my last week was insane lol
Summary: You weren’t sure why you were so drawn to the broken boy that hid behind the cold exterior, but you found yourself wanting nothing more than to be his safe place.
Warnings: allusions to abuse, nondetailed descriptions of injury, smoking, language, angsty
Billy didn’t really date. It wasn’t that it never happened, it was just a rarity. That was something you knew going into the relationship. You weren’t sure at first of why he didn’t love commitment, but the reasons seemed to reveal themselves to you over time.
You and Billy had been together for a few months when you figured out his dad hit him. You showed up to his house one night, a thing you did often, just in time to see Neil storm out the door and speed off in his car. Susan and Max weren’t far behind him, another thing that happened often. You knew Neil had a temper, and there had been a few times when Susan and Max had gone out by themselves to let him cool down.
Noticing you standing there, mildly alarmed, Susan gave you a nervous and obviously fake smile. “Billy’s inside in his room, dear.”
You gave her a quick ‘thank you’ and headed for your boyfriend. Looking back on it, you wondered if Susan directed you inside because she wanted you to find out somehow, but was too scared to openly seek someone out. Even though you were a teenager and that wasn’t something you were really capable of changing, maybe that was just her only idea. Regardless, you were grateful that she told you.
The house was silent once you entered. That was odd. Billy usually had music going when everyone left. It must have been a bad fight, you figured. You had no idea the extent of it.
“Billy?” You lightly knocked on his bedroom door.
You waited a moment and got no response. Susan just said he was home. Maybe he snuck out the window? Your curiosity got the better of you and you slowly peeked inside the room.
Your heart dropped to your stomach in an instant.
Your boyfriend was sitting on the ground, leaning against his bedpost with silent tears staining his cheeks. The area surrounding his eye was a nasty red that told you it would soon turn to a black eye. What really got to you was the empty, tortured look in his eyes.
“Oh my God! What the fuck did he do to you? Are you alright?” You flew over to him in a frenzy, tears forming in your eyes.
He immediately fell into a rage when you hurried inside. “Get the fuck out, Y/N! This isn’t your goddamn business!”
He stood up and started towards you. You could tell he was trying to intimidate you as he took steps forward to make you step back. He was trying to essentially corner you out the door.
You may not have been with him long, but you knew when he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Instead of standing there to start a fight with him, you turned and headed for the kitchen.
He must’ve thought you really were leaving because he didn’t try to follow. You quietly opened the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen veggies and took them back to the bedroom.
“I fucking told you to leave!” Billy shouted as you entered again.
You stared him dead in the eyes and kept your face calm. “This is for your eye. I’m gonna need you to hold it on there and tell me what happened.”
And eventually he did. The stories of abuse filtered out over the course of the next hour or so. You felt your heart aching for him.
He’d been so alone. His mom had left him when he was so young, and Neil chose to take his anger out on his son. No one knew, and if they did, no one cared to step in.
“Can you come stay with me?” You asked quietly, your head leaned against his shoulder as the two of you lay in bed.
He let out a bitter chuckle. “You think your parents would let me move in? You think Neil wouldn’t kill me if he found out I tried to leave?”
Tears stung your eyes so badly, but you didn’t want to be the one to cry right now. You wanted to be strong and stable and comforting for Billy.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But you can’t keep living like this, Billy. Maybe we could go to the police?”
“We can’t tell the fucking cops! You think they won’t say anything besides that I can’t defend myself?” Billy scoffed.
You hated that he was probably right about that too. “Well could you go stay at a motel or with a friend?”
“With what money? And fuck no, he’d find me anyway. Listen, just stop trying to fix it, okay? This is just how it is.”
You wanted to yell at him that it shouldn’t have to be like this. You wanted to give Neil absolute hell. Honestly, you wanted to do way worse to Neil, but you knew that taking out this rage wouldn’t solve anything.
“Billy, please promise me that you’ll tell me if he does it again. Promise me that you’ll come over or call me if it gets really bad again.” You murmured as you subconsciously snuggled closer into him.
“I promise.”
———————
He kept his promise.
One night, several weeks later, you got a phone call just after 9 at night.
“Hello?” You looked around for your parents as you stood by the landline, in case the call was for them.
“Can I come pick you up?”
You recognized Billy’s voice immediately. The tiredness that seeped into his tone. The pained rasp.
“I’ll be outside waiting.” You whispered back in an instant.
He hung up the phone, and you hurried back to find your parents. Somehow, you managed to convince them that your friend was coming to pick you up because she got dumped and needed you to come over.
As soon as you heard the screech of tires, you headed for the Camaro. It worried you how fast he drove normally, but it was dark and raining and he looked visibly upset, which didn’t make you feel any calmer.
He didn’t say anything as you climbed inside, he just drove. You tried not to stare at the cuts on his arm, but he noticed anyway.
“Fucker threw some plates at me,” was the only explanation he gave you.
He ended up driving to the now empty parking lot of the grocery store. He skidded to a stop in the very back and turned off the car with a huff.
“Do you want to talk?” You looked over at him. When he didn’t say anything, you kept going. “I mean, we don’t have to talk. I just want you to know you can talk if you want to.”
When you paused, he met your eyes briefly and then shook his head. “Don’t fucking look at me like that,” He muttered as he slung open the car door and stepped outside.
God you really didn’t know how to handle this. You tried to not be pushy or forceful, but you just wanted to help and it killed you that you couldn’t.
You looked out the window at Billy, who was leaning against the side of his car, back to you and his half-finished cigarette in hand. It was when his shoulders started to shake slightly that you knew what you should do.
The rain poured on you overhead, but you ignored it as you walked around the car to Billy. He was crying just lightly enough that you couldn’t tell the difference between rain and tears on his face.
This time you didn’t try to make him talk or try to solve all his problems. Instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. He let you hold him for a while, and you hoped he got the silent message that you’d be there for him as long as he needed.
“Come on, you’re soaked, baby. Let’s get back in the car, I have a shirt you can wear.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a sign you knew he was feeling a little better.
“Yeah, sounds good to me.” You chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips before the two of you hurried back in the car.
Despite your protests that he should wear the shirt, you finally ended up wearing it. You had your terms though.
“Fine, I’ll take the dry shirt, but only if you let me get my first aid kit out of my purse and clean those.” You folded your arms, a firm expression on your face as you nodded to his arm.
“Babe, they’re fine. Just take the shirt and don’t worry about it.” He rolled his eyes.
“Come on. Let me take care of you.” You watched as his eyes grew glassy again at that and he nodded.
He was quiet while you put a little disinfectant and some bandaids on his arm. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would keep them from getting infected. You were mostly glad they weren’t too deep because you knew Billy would never go get stitches.
Beneath it all, you were sad. Sad because you bought the kit in case Billy might need your help. Sad because you actually had to use it for that reason.
———————
Thankfully, there weren’t many more nights like that one. Still, you were always there if Billy needed you. You love him, and he loved you, something you’d finally admitted to each other at some point during the months you’d been together.
You watched as Billy walked across the stage at graduation, and you grinned down at him when it was your turn.
You watched him work as a lifeguard over the summer, scrounging up as much money as he could to save up for an escape.
You watched him open up more and more to you each day, until you felt like the both of you held no secrets from each other.
But mostly importantly, you watched him pack up his car with both of your belongings as you prepared to head off to college. He found a good job in the same city as your university, and had saved up enough that he could afford a place. He was finally going to get his escape.
Max was the only person from his family that showed up to see you both off. It made you happy that their relationship had gotten better lately.
After you said your goodbyes to her, and to your parents, it was finally time to go. You and Billy climbed in his car and started down the road on your way to your next journey.
He glanced over at you as he turned onto the main highway. “Hey…thank you.”
“Hm? What for?” You asked absentmindedly as you read over the map.
“For…fuck, I don’t know, just for being there. For being my safe place.”
You put down the map and looked over at him, and found a tear slipping out of your eye when you realized that, for the first time since you’d met him, he looked truly relaxed, and that was because he was finally safe.
He was too young to have had to deal with any of that, not that anyone should ever have to go through it. He was the strongest person you knew. This felt like the turning point for his life, and you felt so much lighter knowing that he could hopefully start to put all the bad behind him.
“Forever and always, Billy. As long as you need me.”
18+, minors dni, explicit sexual content, cheating
Word count: 2.6k
“Hey babe, I’m gonna say hi to the boys real quick. You good?” your boyfriend Tim says quickly, kissing your cheek and jogging away before waiting for any response.
Classic.
You glance around you, taking in the scene of your basic college party, searching for any of your friends.
There are way too many people, and the dark room is filled with cigarette smoke and flashing lights from the dance floor, eliminating any chance of finding a familiar face.
You turn around and slam straight into a hard chest.
“Shit, sorry sweetheart.” the guy drawls, his tone sweet and low.
Oh, fuck. I know that voice.
You look up to see Billy Hargrove, your ex-boyfriend from senior year of high school. Blue eyes, dirty blonde curls, a cocky smile that makes panties drop within minutes.
“Billy.. what are you doing here?” you mumble, crossing your arms across your chest, trying your best to avoid his gaze.
“I just transferred here.. I thought you decided on NYU?” he says casually, his eyes roaming your body, making your cheeks turn pink.
“I did at first.. I changed my mind but um.. I should really get going-”
“Do you wanna dance?” he interrupts, his tone is smooth like honey.
“Oh, I can’t..” you reply automatically, finally looking up at him again.
“Can’t what? Have fun?” he chuckles, a gleam in his eyes as he looks you up and down again. “I’ll behave, promise.” His magnetic smile draws you in, completely blocking out the rational part of your brain.
“Maybe just one dance,” you whisper and Billy smirks down at you, slipping his arm around you, his hand resting on your lower back as he steers you towards the crowd of people.
What am I doing?
He guides you to the middle of the floor and you spin towards him, bringing your arms around his neck as his strong hands land on your waist. The feeling of his hands on you immediately making you have flashbacks to your time together.
His fingers, his lips, the way he had pleased you like no one else. His toned body, that tongue, his sounds as you went down on him. The man was delicious.
Your body leans into him, nudging closer, feeling him warm against you. You sway to the music, his fingers making small circles on your lower back as you move against him.
You can smell his familiar cologne as you lay your head on his chest, you pull away just a bit and his strong arms flip you around, your back now pressed against his chest.
“You look beautiful.” he burns in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck.
“I have a boyfriend.” you push out forcefully, more to remind yourself than anything else.
“I know,” he replies nonchalantly, pulling your hips even closer to him, your ass pushing into his crotch.
Your eyes fall shut as you start to move your hips, grinding against him, causing his fingers to dig into your waist. He grips tightly, guiding your ass in a circular motion.
You lean your head back on his shoulder as his hands slip around to the front of your waist and you reach down, placing your hands on top of his as you continue to roll your ass into him.
Everything else fades away as the two of you dance together, your bodies grinding against each other in the darkness. His fingertips grazing your thighs, yours running along his chiseled body, sweat glistening on your skin.
Small moans coming from both of you as you tease each other relentlessly. Both of you aching for more.
“You wanna go somewhere a little quieter?” Billy’s voice is urgent in your ear as his thumb brushes across your nipple, causing you to inhale sharply.
Fuck… I really shouldn’t. Where is Tim?
“Okay.” your mouth spits out instead. Billy grins as he takes your hand again, pulling you back through the crowd, and down the hall into an empty bedroom.
You hear the door lock before he turns back to face you. His unbuttoned shirt showing every muscle on his perfect body. His hair is damp with sweat. Your eyes fall lower to see a bulge in his jeans making you throb at the thought.
He steps closer bringing his fingers to your arm, mindlessly running them up and down softly.
“I- I really do have a boyfriend.” you stutter as your breathing begins to get shallow.
“I know..” he says again, looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes. His lips curl into a smirk, his fingertips still tracing up your arm, making your entire body feel tingly.
“So I can’t sleep with you.” you breathe softly, your heart pounding in your chest, every touch from him sending your thoughts further and further away from any sense of loyalty.
“Okay, baby.” he rasps, his face getting slightly closer to yours.
Fuck.
“Billy?” you whisper, his lips mere inches away, everything in you wanting to give in, to kiss him, to taste him again. Immense pleasure right at your fingertips.
“Hmm?”
“No one can know.” you speak the words without thinking. You couldn’t help it. The only thing on your mind was his lips on yours, his body pressed up against you, the way he felt inside of you.
Billy lets out a quiet chuckle, his firm hand moving to your hip.
“Our little secret?” he raises an eyebrow and you nod, stepping closer. Your heartbeat quickens with every movement from him.
“Look, I am sorry about that other shit..” he starts, his hand still resting on your waist.
“Billy, I don’t care about that. Just fuck me like you used to.”
“Yes ma’am.” he groans deeply, picking you up suddenly, slamming you against the wall making you laugh breathlessly.
“Did you miss my cock, baby?” He murmurs deeply in your ear.
“Yes.” you breathe.
“You need me to take care of you?” he mumbles into your neck just before his mouth meets your skin making a needy moan fall from your lips.
“Yes, Billy.” you whine as he carries you towards the bed, tossing you down before stripping off his clothes as you slip out of your dress.
He lays on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as his mouth meets yours in a hungry kiss. Your tongues dance together wildly, swirling and twisting. Your nails rake down his back as his tongue licks down your jaw, sucking and biting along your neck.
“No marks.” you say hurriedly and Billy just chuckles against your neck.
“No marks, baby..” he mumbles before his lips meet your skin again, planting soft kisses down your chest.
His teeth bite gently on the curve of your breast before he makes his way to your nipple, biting down, drawing it into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth making you moan loudly.
You figured this would be a rushed hookup but you should have known better. Billy had always taken his time pleasing you and fuck did it feel good.
One of his hands move to your other breast, massaging gently, his other slides down, slipping into your panties, teasing your pussy.
“Billy..” you moan, lifting your hips and arching your back, craving more from his fingers.
Billy continues to tease you down below, barely stroking across your slit as he releases your nipple from his mouth, moving to the other, sucking and licking before biting down, making your body jolt.
“More.. Billy.”
He grins and bites down harder, pulling the soft bud in his teeth making you gasp in pleasure.
“I wanna taste you.” he hums deeply, taking his time, trailing wet kisses down your stomach.
“I missed your tongue.” you admit, watching as he works his way lower. His eyes look up, locking on yours as he meets the top of your lace panties. He kisses over the fabric as he spreads your legs apart.
His lips tease your clit as he presses his lips against the damp material.
“Billy, please.”
“Please what?” He cocks an eyebrow, hooking his finger in your underwear moving it to the side. You can feel the chill as the air reaches your soaked cunt.
“Eat my pussy. Please, eat my pussy.”
Your head falls back into the pillow as his tongue finally dips inside your warmth. His tongue sweeps up and down, back and forth before plunging into your entrance making you grip his curls, pressing him deeper.
Your hushed cries are becoming harder to keep quiet as he moans into you, fucking you with his tongue, slurping and sucking all around your dripping pussy.
He suddenly shoves two fingers into you as his lips lock onto your clit.
“Yes.. Fuck yes.. Eat my pussy, baby.” you purr, holding his head in place, watching as he devours you.
“Cum on my face, sweetheart.” he demands before his lips lock back onto your clit, sucking even harder making you squeal. You quickly cover your mouth with your hand as you spasm around his fingers, your cum covering his hand and face.
Billy removes his fingers, sucking and licking your sweet cum, his tongue exploring every part of you making you whimper. He pulls away after a minute and you see his face glistening with your arousal. He removes your panties, tossing them to the side.
“Oh my god.” you pant as he crawls on top of you again, his tongue parting your lips allowing you to taste yourself in his kiss.
You feel his tip at your entrance and snake your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours just as he presses inside. He swallows your cry as he fills you completely, making your body shudder beneath him.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Billy moans against your lips as he begins to gradually increase his rhythm, your pussy tightening around him.
There was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that this was wrong, but with every thrust from Billy, every moan, every word from his lips, the voice got quieter and quieter.
“Faster.” you mumble drunkenly, your eyes fluttering as he thrusts hard and fast. Each stroke making you squirm.
You suddenly hear a knock at the door and you both glance over, noticing the door knob wiggle as someone tries to open it.
Your eyes widen as you hear your boyfriend’s voice call your name through the door.
Oh shit.
Billy smirks down at you, you can tell Tim being right outside was only working him up even more. His large hand comes to cover your mouth as he begins to move again. You moan into his hand as he picks up speed, gliding in and out of your wet pussy. The sound of your excitement is loud as he pumps into you. Faster and faster, harder and harder.
Fuck, this is bad.
“God, baby.. You're a sweet little thing..” Billy murmurs huskily as he hooks your leg on his hip, leaning down, his lips engulfing yours.
But so fucking good.
You hear the knob rattling again and your head turns only to have Billy quickly pull your face back to him, demanding all of your attention.
“You wanna stop?” he asks, pausing momentarily, leaving himself buried inside of you. Your hips lift automatically, grinding on his cock, aching for him to move again. A slight whimper falls from your lips, barely heard beneath his large hand.
“Didn’t think so.” he grins wickedly, pulling out and driving back into you again, his big cock reaching even deeper, making your eyes roll.
You hope he left. That he's not standing outside the door. There's no hiding what was happening in this room. The sounds surrounding you are all the evidence he would need.
The bed squeaking beneath you, the sound of skin slapping together again and again as Billy destroys you, the headboard knocking into the wall over and over. Billy was strong and rough and wild. Downright animalistic. Such a contrast to Tim.
One thing was clear: Billy didn't give a fuck who heard.
He removes his hand unexpectedly and you can't stop his name from fleeing your lips.
“That’s better, baby. I like to hear you scream.” he snarls, his tongue running over his perfect teeth, his eyes wild and crazy.
Every thought of Tim leaves your head, every ounce of trying to hold back your cries completely fades away with his words.
The way he’s fucking you, it’d be a miracle if the entire house didn’t hear but you were so drunk with lust that you didn’t care.
Your nails dig into his back causing a growl to escape from his lips. You begin to work with him, lifting your hips to meet his every thrust, your sweaty bodies rubbing together as your bodies practically meld together.
“Harder..” you beg hoarsely, looking up at him, watching his pretty face full of pleasure.
Billy grips the wooden headboard and you bring your hands to his waist, your eyes watching as he enters you and pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with your excitement.
You feel the stretch each time he enters you, his hips rolling slowly, making your thighs tremble around him.
“Billy.. harder.. please..” you whimper, a needy moan following your pleas.
“I’m gonna fucking rail you.” he hisses and your mouth falls open with a gasp as he slams into you.
His hips begin thrusting harder and faster, both of you breathing heavily as your bodies grind against each other.
“Rub your clit, sweetheart. Play with that pretty pussy for me.” Billy grins. It had been a while since you’d heard someone speak so dirty to you. Your pussy growing even more wet with every word.
“Want you to cum with me.” Billy rasps, his hands still holding the headboard above you. You nod as you reach down, quickly rubbing your clit over and over as he slams into you, you can feel how messy he’s made you, pushing himself deeper with each stroke.
“Billy! I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too, baby… me too.” he groans in satisfaction, thrusting rapidly in and out as your leg begins to shake.
“I’m cumming, Billy, I’m-” you cry and Billy slams his lips to yours one last time as his cock twitches inside of you, his warm cum filling you up.
“Holy shit..” Billy laughs, falling to the bed beside you.
“Holy shit.” you agree, your body trembling all over.
*******
Tim wraps his arm around you as your eyes roam around the room. You finally spot him heading towards the beer. He grabs a can and changes direction, coming your way.
Oh no.
You watch carefully as he holds his hand out towards Tim.
“How ya doing, man?” Billy grunts as Tim reaches out, giving him a firm shake.
“Not bad, Hargrove.” Tim says, giving him a nod.
What is happening?
“Babe, this is Billy. He just joined the basketball team last week.” Tim says as Billy’s other hand reaches out to you and you feel a piece of paper slip into your palm as he shakes your hand lightly.
“You’re Timmy’s girl, right? He’s told me all about you.” he meets your gaze, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. The same lips that were just all over your body.
You manage a nod and a smile, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’ll see you around, Tim.” Billy smiles a charming smile, sending a wink in your direction. You watch as he walks away, your heart still pounding from your secret rendezvous.
Tim goes to grab a drink and you open the paper hurriedly.
Pool showers. Friday, 8 o’clock? -BH
You reach into your purse, grabbing your eyeliner, scribbling a little heart in reply.
You palm the note just as Tim reappears, handing you a drink.
As you leave the party you pass by Billy, handing him the slip of paper quietly.
You glance back to see a delicious smile spread on his lips as he reads your note.
you said filthy… i’ve been thinking about rough sex on the forest floor with Billy, hiding out because he just got in a fight at a party, someone called the cops and he’s all hoped up on adrenaline and he just needs a way to release it all. Like spitting, slapping, pressing her face into the dirt while the goes at it like a man crazed. Teehee.
Love me a little feral Billy 😩
Thank you so much for the request my lovely anon!
Hope you like it!!
Billy Hargrove x Female Reader
Title: Spent And Satisfied
Warnings: 18+ only!! MINORS DNI: language, rough sex, slapping, spitting, p in v, you're kind of innocent, you might be a virgin (I didn't actually say it, but you might be), also reader may have long or medium length hair, Billy's dom and rough but not evil, and you're into it, letting him take out his aggression on you, cums in your mouth, on your face, if you don't like that kind of stuff don't read
My Masterlist in case you need more Billy
Everyone scatters, a sea of bodies running in every possible direction as you hear someone yell "COPS".
Billy had been in the middle of another fight when someone yelled. You've lost track of why. Doesn't really matter, he's the kind of guy that makes shit up just so he can punch you in the face.
You catch a glimpse of him amidst the chaos. He's hard to miss honestly, red shirt unbuttoned, open wide, all the way to his naval, exposing a golden tan and that god-like hard body. His mouth and nose stained with blood. You both happen to be running in the same direction, away from the fight, away from the noise, and out towards the woods.
After hitting the cover of trees, lit only by a full moon overhead, you slow your paces, the sounds of the crowd slowly fading beyond the brush. You lean, breathless against a large pine tree looking over at Billy, who's stopped right in front of you, panting softly, his cheeks flushed a pretty red. You can almost feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. A wild look in those baby blues, excessive amount of sweat clinging to his muscular form, making his chest glisten. He's still in fight mode, you can tell, but to be honest, he always seemed to be in fight mode. His pretty mouth hangs slightly open, panting, soft curls, disheveled, but that only enhanced his good looks. He's pretty. Even like this. Maybe even especially like this you find yourself thinking as you stare at him.
He just stands there for a beat, looking you up and down, breathing deeply as he takes in your soft form clinging against that pretty dress you're wearing. You. Such a pretty little thing, and so sweet, seem kind of innocent, at least that's his impression of you. Doesn't know you that well. Maybe you’ve never been fucked before, he's not sure. You need it though, can tell, or maybe that’s just him. Can feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, heart racing, a rush of something exciting, something almost wild making his body thrum with this electricity he can't explain. Feeds off it. Eyes lingering on you, leaning against that tree, sexy legs on full display in a dress meant to tease, does something to him. Wants to rip it off you. He lives for the rush, loves a good fight, loves other things too, and just the sight of you is filling his thoughts with something dark and lustful. You're just too pretty. Wants to fuck into you until he's spent and satisfied and here you are just staring at him, like you can read his thoughts.
"I know you. You're the quiet one, from math class." He says.
You nod. Your heart racing, not just because you were running, but because of the intense stare Billy is giving you right now. You wanted to hate him more than anything, but you didn't. You hated things about him, how violent he could get, how loud, how arrogant, how mean. He scared you sometimes. But what you hated most were your feelings for him.
He walks closer, hand coming up, gently running a finger over your jawline, so gentle and tender, takes you aback, not expecting it from him. Tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. Your breath hitches. Looks like he's going to kiss you, but you can't be sure. Huffs of his breath coming out hot against your lips. Wants to devour you. Wants to consume you, make you his, mark you in the worst way and he doesn't know why exactly. Just the way you're looking at him right now, like you want it too.
"You're awful quiet, pretty girl. You know, all that... excitement, it's got me, oh I don't know, feeling real... pent up."
His tongue runs across his bottom lip. This intense heat coming off his body, like he's on fire and those blue eyes are hard to read in the moonlight, they look much darker than they usually do. Like there's a storm brewing behind them. All that pend up energy and you can feel it right now, baking off him.
"I...I.."
You stammer, not exactly sure what to say, just know your body feels suddenly warm under those ocean eyes.
"Whaddya say, princess? Wanna have some real fun tonight, just you and me?"
He smiles that million dollar smile at you, and you get it, why so many girls fall to their knees for him. Why you've loved him from afar for so long.
Your mouth forced open into a little O shape as he squeezes into your cheeks with his thick fingers. His expression suddenly very serious. Leans his head forward, fat tongue tracing across your parted lips. You close your eyes, can't help yourself. This feeling, like an electricity through your entire body, concentrating between your thighs. The way he smells, like whiskey and nicotine, makes you dizzy and your pussy ache, you feel confused by your own reaction. On one hand he's vile, aggressive, yet here you stand, letting him touch you, putting that filthy tongue of his on you and you're loving every second of it.
"Billy, I.. I don't know... I mean, we're in the middle of the woods."
You say shyly, peeking up at him through your long lashes, biting your lower lip and glancing quickly around at the quiet forest. You back yourself more against the rough bark of the tree, bracing it with your hands behind your bum, but he's right there with you, closing the distance, invading any personal space.
Two thick fingers come up and drag softly against your moist lips, pushing inside your hot mouth, exploring with them, then pushing down against your tongue. Moves his fingers aside as you watch him pucker, unsure what's happening then he suddenly spits down into your open mouth.
It happens so fast. You should be disgusted. Should yell, smack him. Push him away, spit back in his face, but you don't. You swallow, every last delicious sinful drop, knowing you should feel ashamed, what would everyone think, but you don't.
"Why don't you be a good girl and lift up that pretty little dress for me." He huffs, breath coming out from his nostrils.
You can feel your pulse fluttering in your neck. "I don't know Billy... out here?"
His hand slides up your thigh, under your little dress, thick fingers teasing your sensitive skin, so close, but not touching where you're starting to throb. Piercing blue eyes looking down at you. Your heart drums against your breasts. You know you should speak up, should tell him no, but those eyes, there's this heat in them that you can't resist. Before you even have time to think, his mouth is on yours, thick hot tongue pushing past your soft lips, licking across your teeth, kissing you hard and filthy, filling your mouth completely, swirling his fat tongue around with yours, because you can't help yourself, licking back into his open mouth. It's heady and your legs feel weak. He's everything your parents warned you about. Bad and dangerous, but he tastes so good, like sex and sin and you can’t help yourself.
He breaks the kiss with a rough nip at your bottom lip, teeth grazing across your tender skin, making you whimper softly.
“I'm not askin', baby girl... I'm tellin'. Now lift it up, nice and slow and show me what you've been hiding underneath."
His hot breath tickles against the shell of your ear.
You bite your lip too hard. For some reason you want to please him, want to make him happy although you owe him nothing. Very shyly you start to lift the hem of your dress with nervous fingers. You can't meet his eyes, instead focus on the ground below. He steps back slightly as you show him your soft smooth thighs and the little lacy trim of your panties. The air feels cooler than it should on a summer's night, goosebumps rising on your skin. You feel a damp spot, most definitely visible on the barely there fabric of your pretty little panties.
You suddenly feel so shy, halting slightly. You're going too slow, he's Impatient. He growls deep, grabbing your wrists with one massive hand, you gasp, startled by his sudden movements. You squirm as he pins your hands up against the tree, over your head. The roughness of the tree scratching against your bare arms.
How dare you be so beautiful. How dare you tease him.
"Such a little cock tease. Walking around in this little barely there dress, putting everything on display like a little whore."
He scolds. Your cheeks suddenly burn with what you imagine is a beet red flush. No guy has ever spoken to you like that before. His words are so lewd, those same words though, they travel right to your core.
You cry out a whimper as his big hand cracks hard against your ass, slapping then squeezing it roughly in his large palm. You can see his jaw muscles clenching. You're embarrassed when you feel hot tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
Still holding you tight against the tree with one strong hand, the other slides aggressively under your dress, his fingers feel rough, and calloused against your softness. Hikes your dress around your waist, all jerky and quick, before you even have time to process what's happening. His fingers, so thick and rough, slip under the hem of your panties then slide across your slick, your head falling back against the tree as you let out a soft little moan. Your hips shamefully press into his hand, seeking more of his touch. The sound of your own wetness as his thick fingers part your folds only embarrassing you, you shut your eyes, you can't look at his face.
"Mmm... so wet already, and here I thought you were a good girl?"
He mumbles against your ear, then leaning back to look at your face, little mocking pout on his lips.
"I am Billy... I am a good girl. I... I don't want to be bad." You confess, truth in that statement.
You make a feeble attempt to close your thighs, to try and hide your arousal from him. It's hard to meet his eyes, they're so intense, almost mocking you. But you can't deny that your body is screaming for him to touch you, to do the most vile things to you.
"Oh see, I think you do."
His huge hand is rough, cupping your pussy. Feeling your delicious heat radiating through the lacy cotton. His fingers trace along the fabric, sliding across your slit and pushing two fingers against your clothed hole, thumb pressing hard against your aching clit, moving in slow circles. Pressing his fingers deeper into the damp spot, where your sweet pussy is leaking through, just for him, because of him, like he's trying to prove a point, trying to shame you.
Moving your panties to the side once again, his fingers plunge deep into your pussy, your soaked walls clench around his thick digits.
"Ooohhh!"
Intense pleasure overwhelms you as a few tears roll down your pretty cheeks. You wriggle and shake your head against the bark of the tree, knowing you should push him away, but your arching your back, and bucking your hips, pushing his fingers even deeper inside you, he's stroking his fingers against your g-spot.
"Billy... "
You whisper, soft and pretty. Not sure what you're asking exactly, his name coming out of your mouth like a prayer.
His moves are rough as he quickly tugs you down by your wrists, you tumble onto the forest floor, giving a soft little yelp. You land hard as he settles on top of you, pinning you down with his solid, heavy body. His hips fitting perfect and snug between your spread thighs as if they were made to fit there. Because of course your legs are spread, open wide for him.
Eyes dark and wild as he looms over you, grinding his huge bulge against your clothed pussy, hard, forcefully. You gasp, grabbing at his shirt, popping the remaining buttons free, pulling it out from where it was tucked into his pants.
The friction of his jeans against your almost bare pussy feels so incredible. You feel like you could cum just like this, just looking up at his perfect face. You buck your hips wildly up against his thrusts. Pretty soft curls dancing against his shoulders, some falling down and brushing softly against your face as he ruts against you. Blood clotting on his nostril and the corner of his eyebrow, looks like he might need stitches. You want to reach up and touch it, but you don't dare.
He mumbles against your neck, licking a broad strip up with his fat tongue, then biting and sucking at your skin, leaving behind a scatter of bruises that you won't see until you glance in the mirror before school tomorrow.
"You gonna be a good girl for me?" He says your name. "Gonna do what I say, let me take this pretty little cunt?"
He cups your cheek, it’s surprisingly tender. He's beautiful and there's something soft in his eyes, you catch it but then it's gone. Like he can't show you too much of himself.
"Yes, yes Billy." You whisper.
"I'll be a good girl. Please... " Your eyes wide, shining in the light of the moon.
He takes a moment to look at the beautiful sight under him. You're a vision. So beautiful. Soft and lovely compared to his hardness, his roughness. He's mesmerized, watching your tits bounce softly, popping out of your dress, as he ruts against you. Your beautiful hair a sexy mess all around you, like a halo against the forest floor. Your breath soft and sweet, hitting against his face, you smell so good, like vanilla or maybe it's roses.
He’s going to ruin you. Take away everything sweet and innocent about you. Needs someone soft and delicate, someone to take the brunt of everything bad he's feeling inside. Everything bad he always feels.
His hands are around your waist in a flash, fingers digging into your soft skin as he effortlessly flips you onto your stomach without warning. You huff out in surprise just before he grips you by your hips pulling them upward, pulling your dress up, pushing firmly on your back, making you arch up, putting you fully on display for him.
He mumbles something you can't hear, hands traveling across your hips. Those sensuous baby making hips. The beautiful curve of your ass, the way your panties creep up your crack.
You feel a sudden sharp hard smack across your ass cheek, you hear Billy growl deep, hand groping and squeezing at you roughly. He yanks down your panties in one fluid motion, exposing your soaked pussy to his hungry eyes. You moan, once his fat fingers slide along your folds once again.
"Ohhh... Billy..." You throw your head back and moan loudly. Feel your pussy leaking, getting your thighs all wet. His middle finger slips into your juicy cunt, ring deep, thrusting it in and out nice and slow, but so deep, a soft little groan leaving his lips at the feeling of your warmth.
"Is this where you want me?"
He asks, rutting his finger into your juicy hole. Adding a second finger, curving them slightly, rubbing your G-spot deliciously. Smirks at the soft little sounds pouring from your pretty mouth, how you were grinding back against his hand almost unconsciously. Already so embarrassingly close to cumming. You could feel that little flutter in your clit, knew you were starting to have trouble controlling yourself.
You nod softly, unable to speak, biting your bottom lip raw, rutting your hips back against those fat delicious fingers.
"Words, baby girl."
He mumbles, voice husky and deep making you feel dizzy, taking his fingers from your hole to smack against your ass, making you whimper.
"Please, need your cock, Billy."
You mumble. Those naughty words sounding strange coming from your mouth. You don't recognize yourself.
"Knew you weren't such an innocent little thing."
He chuckles and with one strong hand he pushes your cheek down firmly onto the rough ground, holding it there. Your heart hammers wildly, you feel it pounding hard against the dirt. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you, making your belly flip with nerves and excitement.
"Gonna take all of me, huh, pretty girl?"
He frees his huge hard cock from his jeans, the thick shaft jutting out, slapping back against his tan belly. It's beautiful, if only you could see it. Long and thick, one vein the length of his shaft. Pretty glistening pink tip that matched the pretty pink of his perfect lips. Wraps a thick hand around it, stroking his shaft nice and slow, still holding you down hard against the ground.
Then you feel it, his massive cock grinding against the cleft of your ass, slipping down to your soaked pussy. Your juices mixing with the huge amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip, making it slide all smooth against your folds, then back up to your asshole and you're almost afraid he's going to stick it in there. His cock is big and heavy, you can feel the weight of it against you. Your fingers scratch into the dirt beneath you as he grinds against you, the head of his cock catching at your soaked hole with every thrust of his strong hips.
Can't wait another second, has to claim that sweet prize. Your sweet sexy little pussy. Without any real warning, he pushes his fat tip inside your warm cunt, already stretching you obscenely, just from the tip alone. Shoving himself inch by inch, slowly into your tightness. Not doing it on purpose, not trying to give you time to adjust, you're just so damn tight and he's just so huge. You gasp, feeling an intense pressure and fullness, some slight burning from the sheer size of him as he eventually pushes himself into your pussy balls deep.
"Ohh God, Billy, please, it's too big."
You whimper, hating yourself for how desperate you sound. Fingers digging into the dirt, trying almost to ground yourself. One hand feeling behind you to grab at him, nails digging into his thick meaty thigh. While his fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he pounds mercilessly into your tight cunt, harder and faster.
"Fuck, baby, arrghh you feel so tight. Stretching out this needy cunt real good."
Maybe you were a virgin after all he thinks, never felt anyone so blissfully tight and hot before. It's almost too much. Going to cum much faster than he anticipated. Maybe he needs to be more delicate with you, but you're too sexy and he's too unhinged to go lightly. Your hair sitting so prettily against your upper back. God you need to be fucked so hard and good.
"Such a pretty little slut for me, milking my cock so good."
He huffs. His words are so crude, the way it comes out of his mouth so raw and hungry.
You bite your lip as a reluctant soft pretty moan escapes your mouth. His thick cock sliding out slowly, inch by inch, teasing you before he slams back in, burying himself balls deep. The force makes your body bounce, your knees scraping against the dirt, but you barely notice, you feel light headed as you move back against his bucking hips, feeling his cock throb inside you, stretching you impossibly wide. You squeeze your pussy around his thick shaft, the feeling of bliss overwhelming you.
You whimper softly as Billy suddenly pulls out, leaving you painfully empty and aching. He flips you over onto your back again like you weight nothing at all. Hooks your legs over his broad muscular shoulders, folding you like a lawn chair, almost in half. You watch his handsome face above you, blue eyes hazy with lust. His hips pushing forward, fucking into your tight cunt, hitting your cervix at this deep angle. You're making these desperate little moans, rolling your head from side to side in the dirt.
"Too big... Billy."
You whimper, as he fucks into you rough and hard. Your fingers reach up and tangle into his sweaty curls, anchoring yourself to him.
"Aww, too big, baby? Be a good little whore and take what I give you."
He snarls. Those pretty little breathless whines you were making were enough for him to know you didn't mean what you were saying. You wanted this bad, wanted it deep and rough.
"Don't stop Billy.... please... feels so good."
You whimper into his mouth. Your doe eyes all wide and teary, he's fucking you stupid and you don't care.
"Such a needy little bitch, aren't ya?"
Fucks you wild and hungry, like an animal in heat. Breaking in this sweet pussy. Making you sore and pink. Thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Something delicate about you, drives him wild. He's lit this little fire deep in your belly, flames licking all over your entire body, finally settling between your spread thighs, giving you that beautiful ache in your dripping cunt. You grip his biceps, they're sweaty and strong. You're losing it.
"Need to cum, Billy, please, gotta cum... "
Your words drive Billy into a frenzy, fucking desperately into you. Your soft velvety pussy squeezing his cock, pretty tits bounce with every thrust and he gropes at them roughly, squeezing and kneading your softness with his rough big hands. Pinching your nipples hard, rolling and tugging on them as he fucks into you wildly. His other hand slips down between your bodies, rubbing your clit in rough, hard circles with his thumb.
"Greedy little whore. Cum for me, cum on my cock, fuckn' slut."
Billy's eyes look hazy and wild, loud grunts coming from his throat. You can feel the intense pleasure coiling inside you tighter and tighter, his big heavy balls slapping against your ass.
"I'm gonna cum Billy... oh baby, Billy.... feels so good." You lose it.
He can feel a rush of your juices gushing down his shaft as you come undone, making the fuck even slicker, making him moan, watching your beautiful face as you cum on his cock. Your back arching and your tits bouncing is the most erotic thing he's ever seen. Wants to burn this picture into his mind, wants to remember you just like this. He's feral, fucking into harder as you cum all over him. He slams into your spasming pussy brutally, all his pent up, dark desires coming pouring out into you, your body is his to use, for his pleasure. His balls are tight and his cock throbs inside you, he's so close.
"Beg for my cum you little whore."
He snarls, gripping your face in his large hand, giving you another slap across the face then spitting down onto your mouth, saliva sliding down from your lips, down to your neck as he grips you hard.
You barely have time to come down from your high, him still fucking you dumb, at this point you can't put together a string of words that make sense, just sounds escaping you. Your body limp under him.
"Please... need you to fill me up..."
You babble, every nerve ending in your body on fire with intense pleasure. The way he fucks into you, such wild animalistic hunger. Your nails digging into his muscular back, leaving long red welts that Billy will chuckle about later.
With a loud groan he pulls out of you, leaving you empty and wanting, his cock wet with your slick. He stands, grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, forcing your eyes up and on his. Your pretty eyes, unfocused and hazy, cheeks flushed and lips parted and swollen. Tears falling down your cheeks because it feels so good. Fucked dumb, like a proper little whore.
"Open your mouth, baby and stick out that little tongue of yours. Gonna feed you real good."
He commands and you obey, opening your mouth wide. He aims his cock at your face, stroking roughly. You just look up, sweetly, waiting, so pretty it hurts.
"Here it comes, baby." He grunts.
His cock explodes and pretty pearly, hot ropes of cum hit against your cheek, your chin and over your outstretched tongue. "Arghh, Fuck!" He grinds his shaft against your face, painting you all pretty, using the head of his dick to smear everything in real good. Billy's pornographic. The look in his eyes when he comes is so sexy, how his head rolls back and his brows furrow, how his pretty pink lips open slightly and these sounds... god, these beautiful sounds coming from down deep in his throat.
"Fuck baby, look at you, such a perfect little cum slut."
He pushes his cock past your lips. It's still so heavy against your tongue. He chuckles at your effort of opening wide enough, no way you can fit that whole thing down your pretty throat, but you get an A for effort. You gag, but take all his cum like a good girl. He's impressed by how well you're taking him. Billy's good girl, letting him fuck into your mouth with his softening cock.
"Swallow it all down, pretty girl. Drink every last drop like the thirsty little whore you are."
He orders, staring down at your blissed out face. You swallow it all down, it tastes sweeter than you imagined. You've never swallowed cum before and it's almost too much to take, his load so huge and hot, cooling quickly on your tongue and face, but you like it, want it all.
You gasp for air as he pulls out of your mouth, a little string of spit connecting you to him. You look up at him with soft adoring eyes. Your pretty face a mess with cum, sweat and spit, ruining your once perfect mascara.
His thumb gently rubs across your bottom lip, smearing his cum around. His touch is soft and tender and you lean into it, your eyes closing for a moment.
"You did so well, pretty girl." His voice deep and low. "Took my cock like a champ. Proud of you."
He tilts your chin up with his thumb.
Just as fast as he turned tender, he turns away from you, tugging his jeans back up, leaving the belt dangling loosely. Grabs your hand, helping you up before grabbing a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, taking a deep drag before slowly taking off his red shirt, which was barely hanging on.
You're touched as he uses his shirt to wipe the sticky mess from your pretty face, then his thick fingers run softly over the freshly wiped skin.
"There you go, baby. All cleaned up and pretty as a picture."
He winks, cigarette bobbing as he speaks.
He brushes a few leaves and twigs from your messy hair before leaning in and pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.
"Later, babe.”
He murmurs, blue eyes hiding something hard to define. Turns and saunters off, leaving you standing there half dressed and dazed in the darkness of the forest.
He walks back to the direction you two first came from when you were running from the cops, like a man without a care in the world, not sparing you another glance. But really then, what did you expect?
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