A Couple More Clichés (Billy Hargrove x Reader)
Part One
a/n: happy extremely late Valentine’s Day. school and work are kind of evil right now, so sorry for the delay. wrote this to please the masses (like 4 people). and just fyi, i only write 18+ Billy if that wasn't a given.
warnings: girly feminine reader, dryhumping, clothed ejaculation
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Billy never was very good at doing anything in moderation.
He drank too much and drove too fast, went through packs of cigarettes faster than any guy at work and had fucked his way through most of the girls in this shit town.
It also meant he couldn't stop himself from coming back to her.
Meeting at either window, kissing real quick before his dad yelled at him to drive Max somewhere or her mom needed help with a chore. He would pull at her bra straps, big hands on her shoulders as he held her tight to his body, her little fingers curled into his shirt.
If he saw her during a block party he might yank on her sleeve, a little wait-around-for-me-tonight signal that had her hiding a smile. He didn't smoke on the days he saw that smile, and he figured she liked it better that way.
"You want to move back to California, right?" She asked one night, letting him hold her around the waist as they leaned back against the side wall of Billy's house.
"Yeah. I hate it here."
"You got enough money?" She played with the fingers of his right hand, twisting his ring onto a different finger. Billy squeezed her waist a little as a response.
"Nah, not yet. I don't get nearly enough hours at the pool anyway. " Not that it paid much anyway.
"I've never been there." Her voice was soft, hesitant to keep talking about it. He liked that and leaned to press a kiss to her cheek to let her know he didn't yet mind it.
"It's nice. So much warmer than here. You can see all of the sky."
No grey overcast that lasted all through basketball season.
She tilted her head all the way back to look at the cloudy Hawkins sky, crown of her head resting against his chest. "Is that why you always wear jackets?"
Did he? Billy supposed he was always wearing jackets outside of the pool. And working out. Even then, sometimes, when the fall started.
"I guess. Do you not like them?" He teases, smirk washing away the watercolor California memories. She looks alarmed and shakes her head quick.
"I do! Especially, um, the leather one."
"Yeah?" He squeezes her waist quickly before spinning her around. "Like a guy in leather?"
"That's cheesy."
"You're blushing, though."
Before he lets her think about arguing, Billy pulls her up to straddle loosely around his hips, leaning back against the wall to catch her weight. She scrambled to lean against him, unsure hands grabbing awkwardly at his shoulders. He feels a brief sting from her nails and allows himself to continue tying the knot forming in his stomach.
Big hands settling on her hips to keep her glued to him, he laughs at her nervousness before pressing a kiss to one side of her neck.
"You're not gonna fall." Billy kisses her again, a little lower, and the tiny hitch she lets out instead of arguing adds another knot. Perfume was dabbed into her skin, something flowery and nearly faded from an hour ago.
After a couple more from him she has a fleeting moment of boldness and kisses him a couple times, leading from the corner of his lips to his jawline. He can feel her strawberry-colored lipstick smudge against his skin. So fucking cheesy but he doesn't bother wiping it off.
She shifts a little, pressing closer to his chest. He moves his hands closer to the bottoms of her hips so he can help her grind real slow against him.
"Mmm, yeah." He ignores her blush and scandalized little opening of her mouth, kissing her lips until there's a filthy wet sheen over their soft pinkness.
"We're outside!" She gasps between kisses, and he punishes her with another grind. Billy can feel his cock twitch in his jeans, thick fabric pushing down through his boxers.
"I don't care." He rolls her hips against his with each word, laughing when she tries to push against him to stop. Little hands on his pecs just made him want to do it again.
"We still have all our clothes on, baby. We aren't doing anythin' wrong." He pulls off his jacket with one hand at a time, making sure she didn't move off him. "For now."
He rubbed his thumb up her thigh, spreading her legs just a little more firmly around himself just press her further against his growing bulge. Her panties were thin as fuck and so warm where they fit against him. Then she rolled against him herself, and the breath that left his mouth was too fast.
"Shit, baby. See? You like it." He moves to kiss her neck again, enjoying the way her nails scratched slightly into his skin as she tightened her grip on his shirt.
She does it again, whimpering softly when she felt how hard he really was now. "Feels painful, Billy." She traced a little line along the seam of his jeans and Christ, he was really seeing stars now.
"Like it's hurting you?" He slid a hand down to idly rub at her thigh, stopping the grinding of her hips.
"No. Hurting you. It's so sensitive, and you're in denim."
"I'm not fucking sensitive." He slammed her hips back down on his to prove the point, then unzipped his jeans so the denim layer was gone from above his boxers. Now the outline of his aching cock was clearer, and she gladly palmed at it.
"Better?"
"Fuck off. Christ, you act so innocent and scared just to pull shit like that--" He bit back what would be an embarrassing groan as she palmed him again. He knew when a girl wanted him to shut up, so he kissed her and kissed her again until she had to take a breath.
“I’m s-sorr-“ He kissed her again.
“Hasn’t anyone told you to stop apologizing when you don’t need to?” He pulled her little hand back to his bulge, coaxing her to squeeze it just a little, his eyelids lowering.
“You get me so worked up. It’s fucking stupid.”
She leaned to press an angelic kiss—yes, angelic, that’s what it was—to his cheek before rolling her hips so her clothed little pussy could rub against his outline. He could feel the dampness of her panties now and the thought of how soaked that cunt was made his cock throb underneath her thighs.
He could feel her nails dig into him again, and he bucked his hips up into her. Another whine from her lips and he was doing it again.
"Gonna come just from this? Yeah? You don't want us to undress out here. Neighbors might see. So you better come. "
Billy was all but bouncing her now, rough, quick rocks of their bodies as he held her thighs tightly to push and pull her pretty cunt against his cock, the fierey friction of fabric quickly becoming an afterthought.
"Fuck, fuck!" He cursed in harmony with her sweet little sighs and whimpers, her face buried in his shoulder as best she could with all the movement. "S-slow down! Billy, mm!"
He could feel the slickness of her cum spreading through her panties, the sticky texture clinging to where it met his boxers. Jesus, she was so warm, cheeks pinker than a beach sunset and hands trembling instead of grasping.
He shushed her little erratic chokes for air after she came, ceasing their pace to a gentle roll. "That felt good, yeah?"
"Uh huh." She breathed out softly, watching him pull his cock out of his boxers and stroke it just three times before spilling all over her thighs.
"Yeah, it definitely did. " Billy whispered, keeping his breathing in control.
"You're so pretty. " She mumbled, kissing his throat.
"I'm not pretty, but you sure are." He laid his jacket to clean up her thighs while he tucked himself back in his pants.
"We can be pretty together?"
"Alright. "
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