snow prey
pairing: billy hargrove x reader summary: you spend a break from college back home only to be humiliated at a party. seeking solace in a cabin in the woods you receive an unexpected visitor. cw: dubcon, sex, fighting, blood, injuries, ice/snow play, p in v, cum inside, chasing, rough. please continue with caution! he isn't nice so don't expect that from him! reader likes that he's mean. word count: 2,469
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"Goddammit," was all you could manage as you fumbled for the keys. "Stupid fucking cabin. Stupid fucking Hawkins. Goddamn idiots." Your fingers weren't blue but you were sure if you didn't get inside and start a fire frostbite was sure to follow.
Your finger looped around a metal keyring and you sighed with relief, trying to keep your hand steady as you slid the key into the lock. The door was like everything else in the garbage town, corroded and rusty. You had to shove up against it just to get it to open.
You shut the door behind you, letting your duffel bag drop to the floor. You stood in place long enough to let out a scream of frustration. You didn't even go to parties, that was something you avoided your whole high school career. But, you were back from college and this one sounded fun. Not only that you had found yourself while away at university so it felt like the right time branch out. There had been a party at Tommy H's house who you didn't even fucking like.
You threw some logs into the fireplace while mumbling about stupid washed up high school has beens. That's all any of them were. When you had come back into town to visit with family you had seen Carol out at Benny's- well what Benny's had been changed into which was a shitty BBQ place your family insisted you go. When you were leaving Carol had stopped you.
"Listen, I know we didn't like hang out in school or whatever but you should totally come to Tommy's tomorrow. We're having a party and well, I think it could be fun to catch up, ya know?"
You had believed her, you had thought that she and her shitty group of disciples actually were nice. That maybe, just maybe, graduating had forced them to grow up and out of their mean girl shit.
You had been so fucking wrong. When you got there you had been surprised at the amount of underage kids there were. Most of them were still in high school. You had mentioned that fact to Carol, questioning why there was a bunch of minors at a party hosted by twenty-two year old's. She didn't like that question and just brushed it off with a 'Hawkins is small, friends can be different ages'
However, you could see shortly into your visit what the truth was. Tommy and Carol had no actual friends. Their desperate attempt to stay relevant in Hawkins knew no limits including supplying alcohol to children. "Are you guys so scared of moving on? When does the fight to stay the queen and king of Hawkins High become too much?" You had asked Carol after watching a drunk girl being carried out by their equally drunk friends to god on knew what- drive home intoxicated?
Carol didn't appreciate you criticism and had shoved you into the ice cold pool. The tarp wrapped around you causing you to be stuck in the water for longer than anyone should ever be. It had felt like a thousand sharp icicles piercing your body. It had been a young high school boy that had come in after you. When you crawled over the edge of the pool, body trembling from the subzero temperatures, you glared at Carol who was giggling. If not for that young boy you may not have made it. It didn't look like anyone else was rushing to your aid.
You wasted no time after the party ripping out of town limits and heading straight for your grandparents cabin. You needed to get away but it was too late to drive all the way back to school.
After the fire was going you stripped out of the clothes that were still damp, leaving them in the middle of the floor. You headed for the bathroom, turning the hot water knob all the way over. You stood under the burning hot water, thinking of all the ways you wanted to throttle Carol and Tommy. You didn't hang out with them in high school so why did you think it would be a good idea now? If you were being truthful with yourself it was your fault for agreeing to go. This could have been avoided had you just stayed home and got ready to head back to Boston.
After washing yourself off and standing under the stream of water until it started to run cold, you turn off the faucet. Stepping out onto the cold stone floor. As you were squeezing the towel around your hair you heard a soft thunk. You froze for a moment, you knew you had locked the door behind yourself, right? It was an old cabin so maybe it was just the plumbing. You did after all just run hot ass water through more than likely frozen pipes.
You padded down the hallway to the main bedroom where your family kept changes of clothes. After digging through a bunch of drawers you found a soft pink nightgown that had some point probably belonged to your mother or grandma. It was all there was so you sighed, pulling it over your head.
A clatter came from the kitchen causing you to jump. You looked around the room, looking for a weapon. Anything would do. The first thing your eyes landed on was one of your grandpa's hiking stick. You snatched it up and walked slowly from the bedroom, down the hall. You jumped in front of the kitchen expecting to find someone standing there but instead found a stack of dished knocking back into the sink.
Weird, maybe a mouse? It wasn't abnormal for critters to seek shelter in this weather. Yeah, that had to be it. The only explanation actually.
Your grip loosened on the stick as you turned around. Before you could scream you were being shoved against the wall, a hand covering your mouth. You were kicking your legs in an attempt to escape until your brain caught up with your eyes. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the perpetrator. You brought the stick up, slamming it into his side.
"Jesus Christ you fucking crazy bitch," Billy hissed, refusing to move, leaving you pinned against the wall. You bit his hand and he removed it from your mouth with a hiss. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? You're breaking into my house!"
Billy tutted, fully recovered from your violent attempts that clearly did not effect him. "Now now, you invited me in here once. So it's not breaking in."
"That wasn't a permanent invitation you crazy bastard," you growled, trying to shove him off of you.
"You didn't tell me you were coming home," he sounded disappointed.
"Why would I? Did you think I actually wanted to see you? Fuck you," you said, giving another strong attempt to shove him off.
He stumbled and that was all you needed to raise your leg and kick his shin. He fell back with a loud and angry, "Fuck."
You didn't waste time. Without a thought to the weather outside you took off running, flinging the front door open. You would just head to your car, lock yourself in since you didn't grab your keys. Surely he would get tired of waiting around and just leave. That's what he always did, what he was good at any way.
You grabbed your car handle and almost fell back when it didn't budge. "Metal freezes, dumb ass," he said calmly as he walked onto the porch and down the steps at a strolling pace.
You bit back an insult and tried to think quick what your next plan was. The shed would be locked so you had no escape plan other than running in the woods trying to lose him. You knew your way around and that was an advantage Billy didn't have. But could you lose him and make it back in time before freezing?
Snow covered the ground, there was at least four inches already, you didn't stand a chance out here in a nightgown that barely came down to your knees. You took of running at a pace you wouldn't be able to keep long. You didn't have to turn around to know Billy was right behind you, you could hear his boots crunching at a breakneck pace in the snow.
"Leave me alone," you screamed out into the trees.
"You knew that was never gonna happen," he said behind you somewhere.
You ran in different directions, trying hard to lose him. You knew that if you turned left and head back now it would take you the long way but if you had been successful at shaking the idiot off you'd make before he could.
Just as the cabin came into view you heard him but it was too late, before you could even turn your head, he had you knocked down. You fell against a rock, the stone scraping your arm. You winced at the pain and wiggled beneath Billy trying to shake him off. "Get off you fucking idiot!" You yelled, trying to push him off.
You could feel the warmth of your own blood trickling down your arm. "No, you need to be punished," he said matter-of-factually.
"I didn't do anything, you can't control me anymore," you bucked against him, your body betraying you as you felt your stomach warm. This was something Billy had always been able to do. Get you bothered when you didn't even want him because you didn't want him, right?
"For not calling. For not telling me you were home. For being away at college and being a fucking slut," he had a crazed look in his eye and he licked his bottom lip, one hand wrapping around your throat.
"What are you talking about? We broke up so why does it matter who I fuck?" You growled.
"Because you're mine, how many times do I have to tell you that?" You heard his pants unzip and your breath hitched.
Traitor, traitor, you yelled at your body inside your head when you felt yourself becoming wet. The truth was you had fucked other people while off at college but it didn't matter. No one fucked like Billy. Every one you had paled in comparison. Maybe it was because there was nothing like hate fucking Billy. "You're fucking crazy," you hissed, spitting in his face.
His hand gripped your jaw tightly, causing you to cry out in pain, "You stupid fucking cunt," he growled.
He grabbed you by your middle and flipped you around, your face and hands buried in the snow. Before you could put up any sort of fight he was inside of you. One swift, painful stroke and you were crying out, inhaling snow. "Gonna remind you who you belong to," he grunted, pulling out of you to slam back in.
His pace was relentless from the start, if you could make a noise you were sure you'd be screaming but every time your mouth opened it filled with snow. He finally let go of your head so you could raise up. His hands were gripping your waist as you arched against him. "All of them," you said, pausing to spit out snow, "fucked better than you. Every single one of them."
The nightgown was pushed up and the cold air snaked around you, causing you to shudder and tighten around him. He brought a hand down to smack your ass. You whimpered, his fist finding your hair as he pulled it back, forcing you to look at him. "You're a fucking liar. You know I'm know the only one who can do this for you."
You knew he was right. College had left you faking orgasms and cancelling dates all the time. You and Billy may had been split up but the only thought you had every night your hands slipped between your thighs at night was Billy Hargrove.
Your mouth joined your body in being a traitor when a loud moan slipped out of your lips. "That's what I thought," he said proudly, still pounding into you.
Blood from your arm was dripping into the snow and you couldn't care less. Just earlier you had been so concerned about frostbite but the only thought you had now was the friction you needed against your clit. Billy pulled your hair again, "Don't even think about it," he said seeming to know exactly what you were thinking. "Sluts don't get to cum."
He leaned down biting your shoulder through the nightgown. Rather than pain it was pleasure, you felt yourself building towards a precipice you didn't want to fall over for him. You knew it was inevitable though. He was fucking you like he had never hated anyone alive more than you. The thought alone made you whimper.
You could feel the flutter building inside of you and you knew Billy felt you clenching around him, "What did I tell you? Mine," he groaned, gripping your hips so hard you knew that tomorrow there would be bruises.
You moaned, biting your lip. His hand curved around you, sliding in between your legs. You had not been expecting him to let you cum but when he pressed a small clump of snow against your clit you hissed, immediately squeezing around him. You hadn't been expecting that sensation but christ it was good.
"Say it," he said, still pushing inside of you like he could deeper with every thrust even thought you were fluttering him.
You slumped down into the snow, unable to pick yourself up. He grabbed you, leaning back on his legs, and holding you so he could move you up and down his cock like a goddamn rag doll. You shook your head, refusing to say it; or maybe you couldn't from all the sensations you were feeling.
Billy leaned forward, biting your neck, "Say it."
"Fuck!" You cried, the hitch in your breath happening as you had your second orgasm. In this position you could feel everything dripping down your thighs. "Y-yours," you whined softly, not sure if you could say anything else.
Billy thrusted into you hard, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled into you. He knew you were still on the pill so that didn't matter. You slumped against him and he inhaled the smell of your hair. You were still experiencing small flutters, clenching against him as you felt his cum running down your legs.
"Lets get you inside, get you cleaned up. I'm not done yet."
"Yes sir," you finally said, relenting on whatever control you pretended to want.
He helped you up and guided you back to the cabin, shutting and locking the door behind him.
