coffee stop
pairing: domestic!billy hargrove x fem!reader
word count: 1,976
trigger warnings: car head, male receiving, mention of oral female receiving
18+ minors dni!!!
You sat at the dining room table, sealing the very last envelope to a delicate green wedding invitation. In your freshman year of high school you had taking the calligraphy section if your art class very seriously and now, nearly nine years after and graduated from college, you still did wedding invitations on the side.
"Good morning," your boyfriends deep, rough sleepy voice startled you from your bubble you had been lost in. "Easy princess, didn't mean to scare you." He smiled, bending down to kiss the top of your head. He smelled like the mint toothpaste you two kept in your bathroom mixed with the aftershave he used every morning.
Once upon a time you had hated the smell of both of those things but after five years of it mingling together on him, it was now a comfort. "Morning," you smiled, placing the last invited in a cardboard box full of the same green paper. "I just finished up. I'll need to take these to the post."
"I'm off today. I'll take you. We can drop those off then we can stop at that coffee shop you like," Billy propped against the sink, tipping a cup of orange juice up.
You watched as his throat worked, the vein in his neck bulging as he chugged the drink. You felt your cheeks turning pink. He was so kind but god fuck that coffee shop. All you could think about now was getting him upstairs and, "Hello? You okay?" He interrupted your thoughts, making your skin redden further.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Coffee sounds good. You're sooo thoughtful. And so in love with me, huh?"
Billy flashed a smile. Even though you were sure it was the morning sun pouring through the window it felt like his smile warmed the very room. "That I am, princess."
He sat the glass in the sink, walking over to grab the box. "I'll go put these in the car. How about you get changed and meet me out there?"
You glanced down at your extremely low cut tank top and pajama shorts that were so short they could probably qualify as underwear. "What? You don't think I should wear this?" You teased.
A possessive look overtook him, one that still made your stomach do somersault. "No, kitten. You are not going to wear that out. I don't go around picking fights anymore but if someone was to look at you in any kind of way… Well, you remember that party our senior of high school, right?"
You gulped, standing from the table. You did in fact remember that night. Billy had broken Jason Carver's nose so badly it wasn't the same even after surgery. That had been a terrible weekend. One in which you were sure Neil was going to kill Billy. But, he hadn't. He had come close to it but none of that mattered.
It had taken Billy years to change, to break that horrible cycle Neil had taught him. But you, ever the patient girl who was in love with him and refused to give up on him like everyone else did waited through it. It was tough. There were fights, tears, breakups, makeup sex… So much whiplash you felt like physical pain wouldn't have hurt as bad but no matter what you had never thrown in the towel. You knew from the moment you met Billy he was yours, he just needed time.
You hurried upstairs after kissing his cheek, opting for your favorite shirt of Billy's, his Metallica shirt that had been washed and bleach to a thin slip of thing. It was so thin and soft now, you loved to wear it. You pulled on a pair of jeans over your pajama shorts, throwing your hair up quickly.
Glancing out your bedroom window you could see Billy, standing by his car with the passenger door open. He always opened the door for you, that much had never changed. Not even in the times you had argued. He was leaned against the blue frame, taking a long inhale from a cigarette. You reached for your Polaroid camera, pulling it from your night stand and using two steady hands to capture the photo of him. Just you pulled the camera away from your face Billy looked up, giving you a knowing wink. You sat the camera back down, photo still slowly printing. It would be there when you got home.
Billy shut the door after you got in but not before making sure your purse was in your lap and not on your side where it would get smashed by the car door. He really was a gentleman. Those years of fighting and begging seemed so far away. He had never been cruel, not really. Just hard to get through. Walls of fucking steel.
His hand curled around your thigh then the two of you were off. You had always enjoyed doing such mundane things like this with him. Dropping off mail, picking up groceries, anything that seemed like a boring task was made better if the two of you were doing it together.
"I'm thinking of inviting Max, Lucas and Susan over for my birthday this month. I thought maybe we could cook some steaks on the grill and catch up," Billy voice was soft like this admission was hard for him and you knew it was. Growing up with his father Billy had been mean, just like his dad. It took him awhile to unlearn that and apologize to his step-sister, her now husband and his step-mom. It had been a tedious and awkward road but at least he was trying. It had taken Susan two years after Billy moved out to leave his dad. Neil stayed in Hawkins but Susan had moved back to California since Max had been accepted to UC Berkeley. The two of you had moved to San Diego at the behest of Billy. You parents didn't like it at first since the three of you along with your younger brother was close but they knew they couldn't stop you. Besides, you always went back for Christmas.
You nodded slowly, worried any sudden excitement would scare away the idea like a timid animal. "I think that's a great idea. I can make the potato salad that Susan liked and we can just… Hang out."
"Yeah, that sounds good. And you'll make me a cake too?"
You looked over, giving him a smile, "But of course. Don't I always?"
Billy pulled the car into the post office, "I'll take these in." Before you could protest he was out of the car, going o the trunk for the box. You watched him go inside, looking at his ass the whole time he walked away.
When he got back into the car you leaned over the middle, "I love to watch you walk away."
Billy flashed a smile, "S'that right?" You pushed further up, catching his lips in a kiss.
He cupped your neck with a free hand, his thumb brushing over your pulse which was quickening. "Not in a post office parking lot in the middle of daylight, you pervert," he warned.
You groaned sitting back into your seat, "Ever since you got old you're no fun anymore."
Billy snorted, backing the car out of the parking lot. "Since I got old? Yeah right, you're the one in bed by eight every night."
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I'm not old."
"Okay, grandma," he laughed, his hand resting on your thigh again.
You stared out the window, the view of the water still being one of your most favorite things. "Okay, so. Coffee, then what? What's the plan for the day?"
"Well, we already did the groceries this week. Nothing needs done around the house yet… So, I guess we have a free day. Is there anything you have in mind?"
You bit your lip, squeezing yours legs together tightly. "I can think of a few things I'd like to do."
"Hm, that so? Like what?" His voice was more gravely now, he knew exactly what you wanted.
You turned, letting your hand rest on his jeans. "Can I just show you?"
Billy glanced at you, his eyes seeming to darken. "Show me, princess."
He was turning down a street with less traffic. You unbuckled your own seatbelt, leaning over to kiss his neck before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down his zipper slowly. He was already getting hard which made you grin.
You slid your hand the slit in his underwear, pulling him out. Even not fully erect Billy was huge. Your mouth was watering as you pumped him a few times. It was like you feel him growing inside your grasp. He looked down at you and you tutted, "Eyes on the road. You wouldn't want to crash this pretty car, would you?"
You knew that if you gave him time to respond it would have been a smart ass comment so you didn't. Instead you took him into your mouth, hand stroking the length of him as your mouth followed suit. Instead of whatever witty reply you were sure he was whipping up he groaned, letting a soft, "Fuck."
You hummed around him, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. Billy let out the closest noise to a whimper he would ever make because that wasn't something he done. He moved his hand so he could fist your hair, grabbing a tight hold of it. He pushed you down onto him so you were unable to move. You gagged on him, saliva coating your mouth and soaking him. "Good girl," he soothed using his hold on your curls to move your head up then back down.
"Just like that, baby," he voice was low and raspy but he was goddamn controlled, never once swerving on the road.
You let one of your hands slip between your legs but Billy was quick to grab that hand, letting go of your hair. You continued to move your mouth, speeding up. "Don't even think about it. I'm going to be the one to take care of you. You aren't going to cum without my head between those pretty legs of yours.
Billy's comment made you moan just as you were pushing his dick back into your throat. You could feel him tightening in your mouth, you knew he was close and you wanted more than anything for him follow through on his words right now. Just the thought of him licking you clean with his fingers inside you made you moan again.
"Christ," Billy bit out, jerking inside your throat. You grinned around him, waiting for him to finish before sitting up. He looked at you and you winked at him, using your thumb to wipe off your lip.
"I fucking love you," he said, pulling you over the center of the car to kiss you.
You giggled, pushing his shoulder playfully. "Watch the road you idiot."
He grabbed your thigh possessively, his other hand tightening on the steering wheel. "You're so sweet," his tone was sarcastic.
You groaned as he pulled the car into the coffee shop. "I thought you said you were going to punish me with that wicked tongue of yours."
"I intend too. But, I told you'd we'd get your coffee." He worked on fastening his jeans before he got out of the car to open your door. He handed you a wad of cash which you took with a smile. "Get me a black coffee, I'm going to smoke."
You nodded, saluting him before turning on your heel. "Yes sir."
He groaned and you turned just in time to see him adjusting his jeans where his bludge was noticeable. "Oooh, that's good. Just by saying yes." You giggled, stepping into the coffee shop.
