it feels like the people who are actually sad about the submersible are being more disrespectful than people actively making fun of it. what the fuck do you mean people are writing fanfictions of what they thought happened inside ☠☠☠
♥ A/N: Another fictional creation that has been hiding in my archives. Posting the Jonathan fic brought me serotonin. Now beware, this Billy piece was written quite some time ago and I tried to touch it up as best as I could. There may be some mistakes, but hopefully nothing too drastic!
♥ Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (pull-out method used however), Billy is sort of maybe a jerk but our sweet Reader adheres to the chaos... Um, a little bit of degradation? Backseat make outs, backseat sex... I believe that's it!
♥ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
“you can’t be serious,” you look over at Billy who is grinning smugly, cigarette held between his index and middle finger.
“of course i am, doll face.” Billy’s staggering look sends chills down your spine.
the parking lot was completely empty. it was way past your curfew, but when you were dating the Billy Hargrove, danger called and you answered. the radio hummed with a familiar rock band song.
“well?” Billy passes you the cigarette. “is daddy’s little girl gonna come out of that tight shell?”
gasping, you rolled your eyes. “i am not in a tight shell, Hargrove.” you flounce before reaching out and taking the cigarette from him.
“atta girl…” Billy hums approvingly. sighing, you bring the cigarette to your lips and take a long drag, causing your boyfriend’s blue eyes to widen. “she can be bad?” he mocks you.
rolling your eyes at him, you give him the middle finger before blowing the smoke from your ruby red lips. Billy’s teeth are exposed, a hand reaching up to push through his dirty blonde curls as he witnesses the sight before him. daddy’s little girl is all nice and bad for him.
the space was cramped in the back of his camaro, but you paid no mind. you were just glad you snuck out of your home and hopped in before your parents realized you weren’t upstairs studying for tomorrow’s upcoming chemistry test.
“well, you got me outta the house, Billy. whatcha gonna do now?” you tempt him with hooded eyes, a sultry look filling your face. Billy bites down on his lip as he soaks up the sight of you. he glances to the front seat and pulls himself forward. you can’t help but grab a handful of his tight ass. his jeans fit him so well.
he swatted your hand as he turned up the radio, Billy Idol’s rebel yell playing through the car’s radio.
Billy returns to the back seat of the camaro where he settles into the middle seat before pulling you over. he lifts that sweet little dress you opted to wear tonight over your hips before planting you snugly on top of his hips. the metal of his belt collided with your warm thighs, causing a shiver to roll down your spine.
“thought the good girl could be bad?” Billy asked, pulling at the straps of the dress to reveal a dusty blue bra. he leans forward and captures your lips for a searing kiss, earning you to moan loudly against his mouth as you fight against yourself to not grind with neediness into his crotch.
“she can be,” you hiss as he bites on your bottom lip, dragging it forward. he tasted just like the cigarette he had already put out. nicotine-infused breath mingled with yours as you tasted his tongue, groaning softly against him as you cup his cheeks. you kiss him with such fierceness, it has Billy purposefully grabbing onto your hips and forcing you to move.
“i didn’t bring you out here to just look pretty in the passenger seat.” Billy hums, a throaty groan expelling as he hurriedly drives his ring-clad fingers right where you wanted him most. your sex was growing slick with want for him and you knew that if you kept it up, you’d be getting your world rocked in the backseat of this camaro while Billy Idol talked about rebel yelling.
“you think i’m pretty?” You whimper, kissing his sharp jawline. your eyes which had begun to darken with lust gazed into the blue ones dancing through yours. he looked down at your breasts that were pushed together and almost spilling out before him. with one simple finger trick, he had your bra undone and falling into his lap.
“think you’re pretty annoying,” Billy grunts.
you gasp, pulling at his hair which makes his eyes wide. he clutches his fingertips around your wrists and stares at you. “i wouldn’t do that, doll.”
“really?” you tilt your head to the side. “really?”
Billy and you continue to stare at one another as the song continues to hum from the radio. something shifted in the air between you two, and you suddenly found yourself grinding into his hips. Billy grunts against your throat as he kisses bruises into your collarbone.
“Billy!” you gasp his name as your digits intertwine through his curls.
he’s digging his digits into your hips as he rakes the dress over your body.
“undo my belt,” he commands you as he rips his t-shirt over his head, leaving his necklace on. your eyes widen with pure adoration for him as his toned exterior is revealed to you. of course you had seen your boyfriend naked countless times before, but it never failed to snatch the breath out of your lungs.
you’re hurriedly undoing his belt and ripping it from the loops, a loud whistling sound emerging. Billy throws it to the side and you’re using the headrests of the front and passenger seats to push yourself up so Billy can push his jeans down his legs. thick thighs present themselves to you like a fine delicacy, and you could only imagine sucking against his thighs as you left pretty marks on his skin.
but neither of you had time for that. Billy’s cock was hard and angry, needy to be sheathed inside of you.
“hips in the air, c’mon. hurry it up.” he takes on a commanding nature. everyone told you Billy shouldn’t talk to you the way that he did sometimes, but they didn’t understand him like you did. you saw the sweet and passionate sides of him when he eventually let them loose around you.
“okay, okay, gimmie a sec!” You grunt as you peel your underwear off. Billy’s mind runs rampant with the picture of you drunk off his cock, and he’s a needy mess to have you on it. he had to feel something. anything.
Barely giving you enough time, he’s collecting your hips into his palms and slamming you down on top of his cock, sheathing himself inside of you. both of you groan loudly at the connection, your eyes blissfully wide as Billy wrecks your innocence.
“c-condom-” you hiss. “you forgot.”
Billy shakes his head, putting his fingers into his mouth and warming them up before he places them on your clit. he listens to the pitiful hitching of your breath and the drastic moan that slips free when his wet fingertips make contact with your pulsing clit. “haven’t got you pregnant yet. don’t intend to now.” he growls, feeling as you introduce the perfect tempo. as he guides your hips with both hands again, slamming you on top of him, you start to bounce wildly as your fingertips dig into his shoulders.
“you’ll regret it one day, Hargrove.” you moan. “oh, Billy! Just like that, oh fuuuuuuuc-” you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he thrusts upwards into you.
“such a tight little thing for me,” he grunts. “being a good little slut for me.”
whimpering, your teeth gnaw into the tip of his shoulder as the windows fog up in his car.
growling and mewling like some starved animal, you and Billy find yourselves soon chasing a high. With the neglect of the condom, Billy times it rather perfectly as he pulls out and spills his cum into the wadded up t-shirt he was wearing once before.
you gasped for air as you fall limp against him, the song has since changed to another hit of today.
the moon hung high and the stars were running wild in the sky as you peeked through the small back window of the camaro. Billy’s fingertips dug tiny circles into the small of your back as he worked to catch his breath, his eyes closing and head hitting the holstering of the back seat.
“sometimes i think you sneak me out of my house just so we can screw like bunnies,” you sigh.
Billy catches your gaze. “that’s not the only thing,” he shrugs his shoulders, reaching for the pack of cigarettes that were on his center console.
“yeah? what’s the other reason?” you daringly ask him.
Billy grows silent, instead you inhale the smoke he pushes from between his lips.
“i don’t know. maybe i like you or somethin’.” he shrugs his shoulders, not stopping the smile that twitched on his face.
you smile at him.
“i think you do too,” you wink, caressing his face, feeling as grabbed your hand and shook his head.
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