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How he just casually leans back against that damn car, one boot crossed over the other, wearing those same Levi's he always wears, even though it's like a thousand degrees out today. So damn tight looks like his bulge is about to pop out and hit you in the eye.

Not that you're looking.

You might be looking.

And why's he always so damn sweaty?

Yeah, you know it's like 95 degrees and sweating is normal, but he's always sweaty. You swear he spritzes himself before he leaves his house just to enhance the look of those sexy as fuck obnoxious muscles.

Stupidly perfect dirty blonde little curls, blowing all soft in the warm summer breeze, like he should be selling shampoo or some shit. Your heart pounding against your ribs and you look around because it suddenly feels like maybe everyone can hear it beating over the music blaring from his car.

Fuck him.

Fuck Billy Hargrove.

Fuck him for practically glistening and disturbing your thoughts with all that sweaty skin and those perfect eyelashes.

Seriously, fuck him.

You quietly remind yourself that Billy might be pretty on the outside, but he's poison once he opens those plush lips and all the bullshit falls out.

Turns his head in your direction, then there it is, that little smirk and you want to run over and slap him for just existing.

Vicki, of course, perched right there next to him. For whatever reason she's giving you the evil eye. Seriously? He's a liar and a cheater, way to go Vicki, you think and almost feel sorry for her... almost.

Why did they have to ruin everything by showing up? You were fine, just hanging out with your friends, enjoying a nice summer sunset and your favorite ice cream. Trying not to be reminded how big his hands felt all over your body, or how hot his breath was against your lips.

Billy saw you the second he drove around the corner, sitting pretty on the curb, licking an ice cream cone like you're licking cock, at least that's how he sees it. Sitting there in the tiniest little summer dress, tits practically spilling out over the top. Sexy, sun kissed legs splayed out in front of you, flip flops off, sitting next to you, toe nails painted the prettiest shade of pink, matching the strawberry ice cream you're mouth fucking right now.

You.

Looking like sin. Here to torture him. Wants desperately to get back at you for leaving him hard and desperate two weeks ago, thought of a million ways to get his revenge, but decided in his head to call it even, to forget you, plenty of bitches in the sea after all. He's been good at avoiding you up until now, but here you are and well...

Glances at you, trying not to be too obvious, but fuck, the way you're lapping and suckling at that cone is making all the blood in his body head straight to his cock. Shifts, blatantly adjusting himself in those tight jeans. Eyes glued to you. The visual almost too much, that tongue of yours dragging from the bottom to the top, the way you suck the tip gently. Little drop of cream dripping down your wrist from the warmth of the sun, or maybe just the warmth of that mouth of yours. Needs that tongue back on his skin, in his mouth, on his cock.

Sighs dramatically, air blowing past his pursed lips, making one of his curls dance from the force of it. Vicki hanging on him like she's afraid if she lets go he'll wander off, leaving her without a ride home. Wouldn't be the first time. Like by just holding his hand or his arm, being close, she can somehow reign him in, keep him for herself, but they all know better, every girl who has ever met him knows... Billy belongs to no one.

Slides his sunglasses up to sit in his hair and your eyes meet. You watch his hand go down to palm his bulge, giving his cock a squeeze, then mouthing the words...

"I got somethin' for you to lick."

Your heart starts beating harder and you don't know why exactly, almost like he caught you staring. A little jolt of something electric runs though your entire body, yeah I'd lick that, and you hate yourself for thinking it. Your own body betraying you. So instead you just roll your eyes, making a disgusted face, then turn back to Carol, who's been non stop gossiping since you two got here.

Bitch.

Billy mumbles to no one. Like to go over there and pull you by the hair, show you what your mouth is really good for.

Vicki, giggling like an idiot, annoying the fuck out of him. Wish she'd shut the fuck up, stop interrupting his little fantasy of you worshipping his cock. This isn't a date, like she seems to think it is. She just showed up at his door and begged him to come and buy her an ice cream, figured he'd at least get a blow job out of it, so here he is.

Didn't expect to see you.

She's talking. He's barely listening. Pulls out a $20 bill without looking at her, just shoving it in her direction, hoping to shut her up. More than enough money to get an ice cream and whatever the fuck else she wants. She gives his profile a sad little pout, wishes he was coming with her so that they can choose matching flavors, but she knows that annoyed look on his face, seen it many times, so she quickly walks off with a bunch of the group, leaving him there...

... suddenly all alone with you.

You stand, feeling kind of weird being on the ground with him hovering above you, like he's about to put his dick in your mouth, plus really you should go over to where Carol went off to, but you quickly realize she left with Tommy and well, you don't want to see what they're doing right now.

Instead you slip on your flip flops and casually lean against a large oak tree, taking long licks around your strawberry cone, pretending he isn't standing right there, staring at you.

You catch his eyes raking down over your body. Fuck, the way you lick that cone like it's the best thing you've ever tasted. Enough to make him feel like he's going to explode in his jeans. Doesn't take much to picture you once again on your knees in front of him. Pretty mouth wrapped around his fat cock, soft doe eyes looking up at his, as he fists your hair. Teasing him, that pretty pink tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock, before swallowing him deep in your hot, wet mouth.

"Strawberry."

He scoffs.

"Most boring fuckn' flavor... for a boring fuckn' bitch."

He says and you don't miss a beat.

"Yeah, you're so original with your lame mint chocolate chip... asshole."

Knowing that's his usual choice, although he does vary more than you and you literally can't think of a better comeback.

"Touche."

Chuckles, lighting a Marlboro, glancing quickly over at Vicki and the others, seeing how much time he has alone with you before they start heading back, takes a drag, looking back at your pretty face.

God you're beautiful. He'd marry you right now if he thought he'd never see you again. Loves how your tits jiggle when you laugh, how you wear these short skirts that ride up against your curves, you couldn't control them if you wanted to. Sex on legs and you're a challenge. Something different from all the others bitches who throw themselves at him. Pretty much his dream girl, if he even had one.

Gaze drifting down to your tits again, can't control himself. They're barely contained by the skimpy fabric of your summer dress. Wants to think you wore it for him, but you didn't know he was coming so that's impossible, but he lets it play out in his head that way anyway, because the idea that you dress like that when he's not around pisses him off for some reason.

"Slut."

Smirks, licking across, then scraping his teeth over his bottom lip, taking another quick drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke up to the sky.

"You certainly seem interested... Billy. Can't seem to keep your eyes off me."

You practically bat your eyelashes, licking your ice cream slow and sexy on purpose.

Gaze on your cleavage yet again, lingering there a bit before his eyes trail back up, meeting yours.

"I know a bitch in heat when I see one?"

"You're so gross, Billy."

You say, wishing desperately for your friends to come back, but at the same time, not really, because even when he's being an ass, for some reason you liked him.

"You're the one slobbering over an ice cream, like it's my big fat cock."

Still smirking and you wonder what he would do if you just slapped him right now like you did in Tommy's kitchen a few weeks ago.

"You wish this was your cock."

Smirk back, not going to let him win.

"Those tits are gonna be the death of me."

Shakes his head.

"Oh, but I thought I was a slut?"

You ask, eyebrows raised.

"You are. Didn't say that was a bad thing."

Winks, blowing smoke purposefully out in your direction.

"I think you wore that, hoping you'd see me."

Smiles all pretty and you love him hate him

"Aren't you literally here with your girlfriend, Bills."

You see his jaw clench and you just smile because you love getting under his skin. Glances over at Vicki again, then back at you.

Shrugs.

"Jealous or somethin'?"

"Whatever. Wow, lucky her."

You say flatly, giving your cone a sexy little flick with the tip of your tongue, eyes meeting his.

God you hate him, but you don't, for some reason you didn't really hate Billy. It was weird, like you knew he was just putting on some kind of show or maybe this toxic shit turns you on, you weren't exactly sure. Billy messes with your head, but you're pretty sure you mess with his too.

Flicks the spent cigarette to the ground, walking closer to you, leaning his arm against the tree you're resting against. Fingers softly trace the strap of your sundress, tugs, pulling it roughly, it snaps back against your skin.

"Come on, you miss me, don't cha? Miss us."

Gives a little condescending little pout.

"Us? There never was an "US."

You say, what the hell is he even talking about?

"What do ya say, huh, baby... wanna get out of here, give me a little private show with that tongue of yours?"

Thick fingers come up and brush your hair back from your shoulder.

You furrow your brows at him.

"Billy, you can't be serious! You're just gonna ditch Vicki?"

You turn to see the gaggle of girls picking out their flavors, turning back to face him.

"Stop bringing her up and quick fuckn' around... stop being such a little bitch all the time. Plus let's be honest, you fuckn' owe me."

Leans in closer, his hot breath tickling against your skin. Your shoulder coming up to your ear, softly hitting against his chin.

"I don't owe you shit, asshole."

You say, wishing you hit his chin harder.

"Tell me, angel... you get off on leaving guys hanging? Cause that's what you did to me, and I'm still fuckn' pissed off."

His voice rises, but his tone is still low.

You knew it. Knew this was going to come up eventually.

"Don't you dare go there! You literally jerked off on my face, so if the next time we were together I left you... hanging, well... you fucking deserved it!"

You yell whisper.

"Newsflash, baby... you could have stopped me any time! But no, you didn't. You took it all like a good little slut!"

You know he's right. You could have walked away, could have slapped his face. But you didn't. You stayed and you liked it. What that says about you, you're not sure.

"Why don't you just go and be with your little harem, Billy."

You say, trying your best to not scream at him.

"I'm not askin' you to marry me, sweetheart. Just asking for a little alone time, me and you... finish what we started."

His breath smells really good, cinnamon, like he's been chewing Big Red gum, with a hint of cigarettes beneath, and dirty, filthy, nasty, good, rough sex... his smell makes you want to fuck the shit out of him, right here, throw him down in the dirt, and fuck him hard in front of everyone. Something about him being so close makes you lose yourself.

"I'm not sleeping with you!"

You practically shout and he just laughs, soft and easy.

"I never said anything about sleeping, princess."

Truth was he knew he should be more fuckn' pissed at you, but for some reason when he sees you, all that fades away and all he can think about is the way your tongue swirls around the tip of that cone, the smell of your perfume, warm and sweaty tangled sheets from two weeks ago, the softness of your curves, the way you rode his cock like some beautiful wild thing.

He wanted more. Couldn't understand it himself. Should just call you a cunt and walk away, go with one of the many other girls who want him. Maybe get back at you for what you did, but looking at you right now, it's making his dick ache and his mind go fuzzy. Just wants to kiss you and he knows you want it too.

"You think that's all I want from you?"

Voice gets softer. Hand coming down close, fingers gently brush against yours, the touch is soft, almost gentle, and your eyebrows furrow, slightly confused by the whole thing.

"Yeah, obviously."

You answer, ice cream dripping softly down your fingers and onto your wrist, where you're holding your cone in the opposite hand from the one he's gently touching.

"I know you feel the chemistry between us, baby."

You laugh.

"Chemistry? Is that what you call it? You're so cheesy, Billy. Go use that line on Vicki."

You lick your wrist, eyes still meeting each other's. His fingers slip between yours, lightly, not quite hand holding, just a more soft little secret between the two of you.

"Raw animal desire, can't keep our hands off each other, you know it, princess."

You roll your eyes and pull your hand away from his.

"I can definitely keep my hands off you, Billy."

You say and continue to lick, trying not to feel the burning in your cheeks as he stares at you.

"Givin' me a private show?"

"You wish... wish this was your cock in my mouth."

You flatten your tongue and lick a broad strip up the length of it, flicking it at the top, then swallowing the tip of the ice cream fully in your mouth. Then lick up a stray drop that slid down the cone, all while keeping eye contact with those baby blues.

"Clearly, so do you, princess."

Chuckles, his soft breath hitting your face and you think your eyes just fluttered. You're trying so hard to keep your composure, to be all sultry and sexy, but the way he smells, all heady and hot. Suddenly a large wad of ice cream falls right on the swell of your tit.

"Shit. Of course."

You sigh and curse, breaking the spell. So much for trying to be sexy.

Billy's eyes zero in on the sweet pink dollop that slowly trickles down the beautiful swell of your tit.

"Looks like you made a mess, angel. Here, let me help you clean that up."

Before you can say anything, before you can stop him, his thumb swipes across the ice cream that's sliding down your boob, scooping it up, bringing to his mouth, sucking his thumb clean, blue eyes on yours the whole time.

"I can lick the rest off, if you like."

Murmurs, and you get that heady feeling again. But it's not just you, because Billy's balls are aching, the desire for you burning in his veins. Wants nothing more than to put his mouth on you, everywhere, anywhere.

You both just stare at each other for a beat without a word, when he suddenly huffs as Vicki and the others start heading back over to where you two are standing.

"I thought you hated strawberry.

You whisper to him, smacking him hard in the chest for touching you, the moment coming back to some form of reality.

"You know you want me to bury my face between those sexy tits... and lick you like a fuckn' dog."

Your cheeks feel like they're on fire again, he's so close and everything about him is electric. His smell, his breath, the heat baking off his thick, hard body.

"Honest to god, Billy, you're such a pig."

You say, but there's no real meaning in what you just said, because his filthy words go straight between your thighs and you love his naughty mouth so much you could scream.

Then in a beat, he's back leaning against his car, lighting another smoke. Vicki happily eating her ice cream and back beside him, chattering on. But Billy's still lost in you, blue eyes follow the trail left behind of the melting ice cream he missed with his finger, as it drips down softly between your tits, disappearing into your cleavage.

Sticky and frustrated, you walk away from the group, heading over to grab a napkin from the side of the ice cream stand. Billy kicks off the car and follows behind you, hanging back a few paces, watching your sexy legs and the way that dress sits on your hips. You grab a bunch of napkins out of the metal holder, dabbing at the mess you made all over yourself.

You suddenly feel hot breath on your ear from behind, and big hands gripping your waist.

"Need some help with that, angel?"

Deep voice, hot breath.

"OMG, Jesus, Billy!"

You practically jump, not realizing he was behind you.

"I'm good, thanks."

You laugh softly, shaking your head and moving away from his grip.

"Sure bout that, sweetheart? Happy to lend a helping hand... or tongue."

Chuckles low as his fat tongue dancing across his bottom lip. He's so close, too close. You peek over his shoulder to see everyone in your group oblivious to the two of you.

"Maybe you should be paying more attention to your girlfriend and not to my tits!"

You say, and he watches you use the napkins to wipe away the remaining ice cream from your skin.

"Stop calling her that."

Glances back at Vicki and Carol and now they're looking over at him suspiciously. He just turns his attention back to you, doesn't give a fuck about them.

"You stink... like cigarettes, it's disgusting."

You say, trying to get his hot hard body away from you before you literally jump on him. You fan the air dramatically and he just laughs.

"Hmm, funny, because you didn't seem to mind my cigarette breath when you had your tongue down my throat at Tommy's a few weekends ago."

You blush.

"Yeah well, that was then and this is now. Plus you're a complete dick!"

"Awww, come on, you like when I'm a dick. A big, hard, throbbing dick that you can't get out of your head."

"No, I DO NOT like it, no... no thank you!"

You huff, getting flustered and overheated.

"Yeah, you do. You love it!" Just like I love when you're a little bitch. Makes my dick hard., wanna feel?"

"NO!, Billy what doesn't make your dick hard?"

"This is just our foreplay and you know it, princess."

"Go away."

You say, throwing the dirty napkins in the trash can.

"Gimmie a lick."

Stupid big grin on his face and you can't help but smile.

"A lick of what exactly?"

You ask.

"Of your ice cream, of course."

Leans closer.

"Naughty girl."

Sticks his fat tongue out, licking up and down and you make a disgusted face at him.

"Get your own."

You say, pushing softly against his pecs. His hand wraps around your wrist and your heart races the second his warm fingers touch you. You try to tug out of his grip, but Billy gives you the cutest pout, his lower lip sticking out all soft and fat.

"Come on, princess... don't be like that. Just a little lick... pweese."

Those pretty blue puppy dog eyes, looking at you through those stupid long lashes.

"One lick, Billy, that's all!"

You sigh, holding your ice cream out to him. Leaning closer, he doesn't just take a lick, he takes one giant bite, eating half your ice cream in one go, you give out a little soft yelp.

"The fuck, Billy! I said one lick, not half my ice cream!"

You can't help but laugh, pulling away, but he holds your wrist still, pulling you in a little closer. Wants to taste the strawberry on your tongue instead of off that stupid cone.

He's laughing too, mouth full, smug little look on his face. His lips covered in the softest shade of strawberry pink.

"I remember loving the taste of other things... like right here, this little sweet spot."

Thick fingers brush softly up your skirt, running against your inner thigh.

"Seriously, Billy, knock it off."

You whisper, but it's too late really, because the goosebumps cover your entire body and you nipples get hard against the fabric of your dress and you're just standing there, letting it happen.

"Come on, angel... you love me..."

You close your eyes for just a second, enjoy the feel of him, the heat that radiates off his thick body, his hand sliding further up your skirt, just skimming the lace trim of your panties, but then common sense kicks in.

"I thought we were pretty even last time we were together, so let's just leave it at that, okay?"

You push his hand away and adjust your dress.

Tit for tat, he did something to you, and you got him back. Call it even. Done.

But those damn eyes look almost amused and you furrow your brows at him again.

"We both know, baby girl, it's only a matter of time before you're on your knees for me, begging for my cock like the needy little bitch you are."

"Fuck you!"

You push the rest of your cone against his tank top, it falls to the gravel below, leaving a pink smudge against the crisp white.

For just a beat Billy looks like he's about to explode, looking down on the smudge staining his tank top, but then within seconds he's looking towards the sky and laughing loud.

"You've got balls. I'll give you that."

You just turn and walk back to your friends.

God he's such a prick.

Billy saunters back over to the group.

Leans against his car again, Vicki immediately clinging to his arm, he barely acknowledges her as she tries to wipe away the pink stain on his shirt. Pushes off the car and stalks over to where you're talking with Tina, like he's not done with you, leaving Vicki confused.

"You're cute when you're all mad, it's like a real turn on, know that?"

Stands between you and Tina. Slips the strap of your dress off your shoulder, leaning forward and giving you a soft bite.

Growls when you start walking off again. Grabs your wrist. He's had enough of whatever shit is going on between you two.

"Stop fucking running away from me. We need to talk. Now."

Frustration in his eyes, all across his face.

"I have nothing to say to you, Billy."

"Bullshit, we have everything to say. I know you fuckin' think about me. Stop lying to me!"

Voice is rough with this pent up emotion that's spilling out around the edges. It's just the way the sun catches the highlights in your hair. You're beautiful, your eyes so uncertain and he hates it, hates that this is happening at all, when he should be holding you right now, not here with Vicki, not here frustrated and angry. Should be kissing your perfect mouth, fucking your perfect body.

You're staring up at him with those eyes. Too pretty for words. Why is he such a dick, when he doesn't always mean it.

"So what, Billy... what do you want to talk about?"

You say, hoping to get this over and done with.

You shift your weight to the other foot, there's a crack there, in the softness of your face, vulnerability in the way you look at him and he would notice it if he was paying attention. You pull gently at his grip on your wrist.

"Let go of me."

You say, but don't move or pull away fully, because part of you wants to stay in this heated space.

"Do you think about me? Ever?"

He says, looking down at your face.

"Seriously, Billy?"

You're confused. Why is he doing this?

"Look... I think about you, okay? For whatever stupid reason. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Your words are bitter, but soft, like you didn't want to say them, but he's looking at you weird.

"Does that change anything? Does knowing that I think about you, make you stop being such a fucking jerk?"

Your breath is shaky, struggling.

Releases his grip on your wrist, stepping back a little bit. Suddenly he laughs loud, clapping his hands together.

"Knew it!"

"You are the biggest asshole!"

You practically cry, a kind of heat of embarrassment coming over your entire body and you turn away. So done with him.

Back with your friends, everyone decides to go to the quarry for a swim as the sun sets and to get out of this intense heat. You couldn't be happier, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from that man as humanly possible.

But Billy wants you alone. Needs you alone. You two need to hash this shit out. Yeah he's being a dick, sometimes he doesn't really understand himself and why acts this way. Has so much to say to you, but knows he never will.

"Hey." (says your name) "Why don't you come ride with me?"

Before you can say anything, his fingers are interlacing with yours and he pulling you towards his Camaro. Vicki stops, standing in front of him.

"What about me? What the fuck, Billy?"

Really doesn't give a shit, looks down at her unapologetically, just squeezing your hand tighter, making sure you don't run off.

"What about you, Vicki? I'm not your fuckn' babysitter, go with Carol and Tommy or somethin'."

Next thing you know, you're being pushed into his car, he's shifting and peeling out of the parking lot so fast you barely have time to register what's happening, leaving your friends behind. Glances over at you, wicked little smirk looking at your absolutely stunned expression.

"What?"

Laughs.

"What the hell was that, Billy? Now everyone is going to be pissed off at me!"

His eyes back on the road ahead, tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

"Let them be pissed. I don't give a fuck what they think."

Scoffs.

"Well, I do."

You say quietly, watching the sun filter through the trees as you speed by them.

"I want to spend time alone with you, is that so wrong?"

He feels really stupid for saying that. He's just being a pussy.

"What the hell, the quarry is that way."

You yell, noticing he's taking a different road than you're used to.

"Yeah well, sweetheart, we need to get all this shit out of our systems."

Grabs your wrist, pulling your hand between his thighs, making you feel the hard bulge through his tight jeans.

"Fuck."

Huffs out as you give it a squeeze. Feels so thick and huge. You practically climb in his lap, biting at his sweaty skin, the heavy guitar of Kirt Hammett thrumming through your entire body. His face looks all dreamy. Half lust, half surprise.

Takes a sharp turn, the car speeding down a dark, quiet road. You giggle as your body bounces against his, speeding over rocks and sticks and you swear you bite him a little too hard because you hear him hiss.

All you can see is a blur of trees as the headlights dance across them, setting sun filtering through the canopy above and everything feels so secret and naughty suddenly.

"Ever fucked in a car before, angel?"

One hand on the wheel, the other up your dress, squeezing your ass, fingers digging in deep. Grabs hold and pulls your panties up your crack, giving you a wedgie and him a better grip on your full set of cheeks.

"No... but you can be my first."

You lick against his ear, still squeezing the thick outline of his hard cock.

"You got a fuckn' perfect ass... stupid slut!"

Mumbles, then jerks the wheel, pulling over fast, almost hitting a tree.

"Fuck you, Billy Hargrov...."

Grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours, hot fat tongue plundering into your mouth before you even have time to think.

Cigarettes and cinnamon.

Hands roaming your body, groping and squeezing like he's been waiting his whole life for this. Grabs your tits all rough, kneading them through your sexy summer dress.

Contorts himself awkwardly, pulling you close, practically on top of you across the console. His bulge pushing against your belly, hot and desperately hard. His mouth sucks and bites everything in its path, leaving dark marks all over your sensitive skin. Thick fingers push your panties to the side, finding your swollen clit, rubbing roughly.

"Jesus, Billy... fuck!"

He just laughs against your neck, his hot breath giving you goosebumps down your entire body, making you giggle more, it's like you can't stop, you feel so giddy. Your hands pull awkwardly at his tank top and he quickly pulls back and rips it off, flinging it in the back seat. His hot sweaty skin makes your head spin as you run your hands all over him, pinching his nipples, making him moan like a slut.

Fingers fast and rough, back against your clit and embarrassingly you already feel like you're about to lose it.

"Haven't seen anything yet, baby."

Purrs, nipping your ear. Stops to pull down the top part of your dress, before you even notice, just feel your tits pop free and his big hot hand squeezing. His mouth moves down your chest, biting the swell of your tit, then sucking a nipple into his mouth, hard, tongue swirling around the little pebble. Makes you moan. Kinda hurts, but in a good way.

Dear god, he's so hot, your pussy aches and you're soaking his fingers as they slide through your slick folds, teasing your hole, then pushing his middle finger in ring deep.

"Billy... fuckkk."

Smirks against your tits, feeling you squirming around and moaning against him.

"Like that, baby?"

Voice so fucking deep as he slides a second finger inside your tight hole, pumping in and out, curling and rubbing that secret little spot deep inside you, his thumb rubbing fast against your clit, like he knows exactly what he's doing, knows exactly what you need.

You can't do anything but moan and huff, grabbing a fistful of his curls as he licks and bites your tits, leaving them a wet, sloppy mess.

"Mmmm... you taste like strawberries, fuck, you're so fuckn' sexy."

You feel him tugging down your panties, tossing them quickly into the backseat. Your dress wrapped around your waist like a belt. Your pussy bare and the soft summer breeze coming in from the open windows is making you feel ticklish, the gear shift poking uncomfortably against your butt cheek, but then Billy's thick fingers are back sinking into your cunt, rough and deep, and you forget everything.

"Ooohhh, Bills... fuck!"

You moan, loud.

"Knew you wanted this."

Starts finger fucking you harder and faster, eyes intense, looking into yours, showing his teeth as he ruts into you. Feels your pussy flutter around his fingers.

"Shut up, so did you."

You feel the tension in your belly start to coil tight.

Smirks at your breathless words.

"Ooohh such a responsive little thing... cum for me, come on, angel."

Bites his lip, fucking into you, thumb rubbing, your hips buck against his hand.

Feels your soft, warm breath hit his lips, gripping the back of your head with one hand, fist full of your hair, scratching your scalp soft and tender. Practically holding you up, his face in yours, noses touching.

Dick aching in his jeans. Wants nothing more than to free his thick cock and push your head down, putting that pretty mouth of yours to work, but he's being a gentlemen. Wants you to cum first so he can too, because he knows he's not going to last.

It's heady, his breath, hot and in your face. You lick across his lips and he growls.

"Might have to fuck you stupid."

Voice deep and smooth and you lose it.

"Ohhh.... gonna cum... Billy..."

You cry, whining out his name over and over again.

"Mmm, that's it... cum on my fingers, sweetheart."

Your screams are loud, filling the entire car, over the music still playing on the radio. Hearing you, holding your pretty face so close to his as you cum is better than any porno.

It's like your pussy is trying to suck his thick digits deeper inside. You're so tight, you're pulling him in. Your juices gush out and soak his fingers, dripping down to the leather of his precious Camaro and onto his jeans. Thighs trembling at the intensity of it all and your awkward position.

Slowly pulls his fingers out of your sensitive pussy, then brings them to your lips and pushes them into your mouth to suck clean.

"You're so fuckn' hot."

Says, so fucking turned on his hands are shaking as he fumbles with his belt, desperate to free his cock. He's never wanted someone like he wants you right now, needs to sink his cock into your tight soaked cunt or else he might just cum right now, in his jeans.

Tugs his belt open, tugging down his briefs and jeans, freeing his massive cock, which throbs against his abs. Even in the low light you can see how pretty it is.

"Fuck, need to be inside you. Need to feel your perfect pussy milkin' me dry, baby girl."

"Hurry, Billy... need you."

Big hand slides up your thigh, gripping your hip, pulling himself up and you closer. The fat head of his cock pushes into your tight hole achingly slow, your beautiful warmth enveloping his cock, your walls stretching to adjust to his massive length and size.

You whimper and he moans, roughly starting to thrust into you, hips rocking forward driving his cock deeper. Stupid gear shift digging into your lower back more, as he pounds into you. It's a comically tight fit for you two, half laying across two front seats, him holding you close with one strong arm as he ruts aggressively into your tight heat.

The sound of how wet you are fills the car, even over the music and the grunting. He's fucking you raw, hard and fast now, there's something almost needy in the way he fucks into you, holding you tight with one strong arm, possessive and animal and you lose it again, cumming for a second time by just his filthy fucking and his delicious breath against your lips.

Grip his sweaty shoulders, running your fingers up and through his damp curls, saying his name over and over again. His fat cock plunging into your tight wet cunt in a frenzied rhythm. Fucking with intensity, his body hot and sticky. You've never felt so utterly worshipped.

Your tits bounce softly against his chest, quick and hot little huffs of his breath hit your mouth and you lick out against his parted lips.

"So hot and tight... you my baby girl?"

Words short and sharp, lost in the feeling of your beautiful silky walls swallowing him whole, balls deep. Never felt anything so beautiful in his life. The delicious heat in his heavy balls coiling tighter and tighter as you milk him good.

"Mmm, yeah, I'm your baby Billy."

Blue eyes find yours as he slows his fucks, still hard and deep, every thrust up into your pussy making you lose your breath. Staring deep into those baby blues and suddenly it feels almost too intimate. Then his lips bash against yours, tongue slipping along your lips, then dancing with yours, swallowing your moans and sweet little whimpers.

He's making those same sounds, and you soak them in, knowing it's you making Billy Hargrove lose it.

Slows down even more, almost stops before he slams himself balls deep in your cunt for a beat, burying his throbbing cock deep just to feel you, before pulling back and out of you, his heavy cock pulling free with this sloppy wetness. Hand stroking his cock, aiming himself at your pussy.

Hot, thick spurts of cum land on your pussy and shoot up onto your tits, some even hitting you square in the eye. Another and another, shooting out, getting all over your crumpled dress, which is still snug across your belly.

"Fuck, fuck... take my load, little sexy bitch."

Milks his cock, making sure every last drop is painting your body in some way.

Leans back, breathing hard, big grin on his face, all teeth, like the Cheshire cat or some shit. Chuckles when he sees you trying to wipe his cum from your eye, messing up your mascara even more.

"Sorry, babe."

Huffs out, brushes hair away from your face. Untangles himself from you and gets his pants back up, awkwardly. Runs a hand through his messy curls, stopping to look for his pack of Marlboros.

You know you probably look like shit, hair stuck to your cheek, covered in cum, you try clumsily to get back into the passenger seat.

"You got some tissues or something?"

You ask, reaching into the back seat to retrieve your panties.

Reaches over to open the glove compartment, holding out a wad of McDonald's napkins to you, you make a grossed out face, but really what choice do you have. You wipe yourself, readjusting your dress as best you can. It's damp with his cum.

"Sorry, should have pulled over somewhere more comfortable."

Says, unlit cigarette bobbing between his lips. Turns the keys in the ignition.

"You okay there, princess?"

Says, laying this arm around the back of your seat, turning his whole body to back the car up though the maze of trees.

"Yeah, you?"

You say, looking straight ahead, not exactly sure how you feel, just know you're just now realizing how sore every part of your body feels.

"Fuck yeah, I'm good."

One hand comes to touch your bare thigh, once you're both back on the open road, fingers giving you a soft little squeeze.

"We even now, Billy? Like... it's over and done between us, right?"

You push back some of the messy curls that have fallen over his eyes. For some reason you need to see his face.

"Look, I don't know what I'm supposed to say. Maybe it's over, or maybe it's just getting started."

You drive, quiet for a while, eventually pulling onto your street, slowing the car down.

"Look babe, I want to keep fucking you, keep seeing you, ya know."

Finally breaking the quiet.

"So basically you want to be fuck buddies."

You laugh soft.

"Nah."

Shakes his head, looking at you.

"I mean, wasn't exactly what I was going for, but it's kinda what this is, I guess. Don't have a label for this shit. Just know I want to see more of you."

You're not exactly sure what that means, but you feel the same. Know that you can't get him out of your head.

"I think we should. Be fuck fuck buddies. And... if we're going to be fuck buddies, we have to have some rules. So call me when you get home."

You say, getting quickly up and out of the car.

His head lolls back against the head rest, chuckling soft and low as he watches you, his eyes sleepy and pretty.

"You're cute when you're bossy."

Says as he pulls the hem of your dress when you walk over to his open window, leaning on the frame. For a beat he looks like he's seriously going to pull you back in the car right through the open window, fuck you all over again right here, in front of your house. Gives your ass a hard squeeze.

"Now go away, before I change my mind."

You say, kissing the tip of his nose and turning to walk off, but his grip on your dress tightens, pulling.

"Wait... wait... wait."

Laughs, tugging you against the car door again.

He's cute. You lean into the open window and kiss him soft. His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your pussy and you laugh, swatting his hand away.

"Rules first!"

You tease, his hand coming back up from under your dress, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in for another kiss.

"You're kinda mean."

"Get the fuck out of here. Jesus, you're so needy Billy."

You smirk, pulling away from his grip.

Watches you go. Gives the Camaro's engine a little rev.

"Hmm, you better answer when I call you."

Shifts then pulls away from the curb. Stupid grin plastered to that perfect face.

You're such a little bitch, but fuck, if he isn't thinking about what he's going to say when he gets home and calls you.

Because this thing between the two of you... oh, it's definitely not over and done.

If anything, it's just getting started.

You haven't given that to him and you were kind of hoping to keep it that way, but... you're not blind. He is the most beautiful boy you've ever seen in your life and having him here, alone in your bedroom wasn't making it easy for you to stick to your values. You did have something he didn't though, self control.

Truth was Billy thought you were different than the usual bimbos and easy girls he's used to hanging out with. Easy lays, no effort needed. You though, you're soft and lovely, kind of sweet, definitely different, in a good way, but also in a way that means he's got to work harder to get into your pants.

"Figures."

Billy snorts, picking up Mr. Squish Squish, the teddy you've had since you were a little girl, holding him up by his soft, worn paw. Your bedroom being pretty much exactly what he expected it to be. Like something out of the Sears catalog, little girls' dream bedroom section.

"C'mere, princess, keep me company."

Pats the pile of plush, cream colored blankets next to him, an invitation for you to sit, as his dark blue eyes look you up and down, stopping to ogle at your tits.

You grab your poor bear from Billy's grip and gently place him on the chair in the far corner of the room, where he'll be safe.

"Billy. We're here to study Shakespeare, not your libido."

Coming back over to him and slapping his filthy Converse off of your pristine bed. Chuckles, voice deep and kind of husky, probably from the two pack a day habit he has, but you keep that to yourself. His biceps flex a little as he moves his body, still laying down, but feet off the bed now. Of course you notice those arms, who wouldn't, wearing that stupid black sleeveless like it's the middle of summer or something. He just winks, stupid smirk plastered across his lips like he caught you staring.

"Aww, come on, pretty girl. Thought we could work on... getting to know each other better."

God he's so cringe, you can't help but roll your eyes. Do girls actually fall for his bullshit? Sadly though, you do have to admit he looks kind of cute laying there, perfect dirty blonde curls splayed out against your frilly pillows. Why's he have to be so damn pretty. Are boys supposed to be that pretty?

While you're busy staring, his thick fingers slide up over your bare thigh, then tug at the hem of your skirt.

You swat his hand away.

"Behave."

You say, and he reaches for your wrist, but you pull away too quick and walk over to the desk, where earlier you set up everything you two would need for a quiet study session.

Billy sighs out of frustration, watching you organize your pencils. Smirks to himself. You got some nice legs, eyeing them up and down, stopping at your sexy bottom, watching it jiggle softly as you organize your things.

"Like two puppies under a blanket."

He cackles, mumbling to himself, but out loud at the same time.

"What?"

You ask, without turning around, just instinctively adjusting your skirt, pulling it down a bit. Even though you're turned away, you can feel those eyes on you.

"Cut the shit." (he says your name). "Been teasing me for fuckn' weeks, walking around in those tiny little skirts and tight tops like a slutty little princess who thinks she's too good for everybody."

There it is.

Gets pissy when he doesn't get his way. Didn't come here to study at all, came here to get your clothes off, which you knew already but for some reason you decided to help him not fail English class, though he probably doesn't deserve your help.

"Billy. Be serious. If you don't pass this test, Mr. O'Brien says you'll have to do summer school. Is that what you want?"

You watch his nostrils flare like a bull ready to charge. No he doesn't want to do damn summer school, he's got plans. Job at the pool, dates at the drive-in, girls, booze, and most important... freedom.

"Fine."

Mumbles, making a point to get up off the bed noisily, sulking over to the little white desk, sweeping the neatly organized notebooks and papers into a messy pile with one arm, just to be a little bitch.

Sits down dramatically, leaning the chair back until it hits hard against the wall, picking up Romeo and Juliet, opening the book so wide you hear the spine crack.

You adjust your skirt, softly sitting down next to him and picking up your own copy.

"Lets just read the first few chapters quietly for now, okay?"

You say and you hear him mumble something.

Within minutes he's already bored. Sleepy, blue eyes flick over to the pretty, pink cashmere sweater you're wearing, the way it hugs the soft curves of your full breasts. Can see the outline of your bra through the soft, thin fabric. Forces his eyes back to the paperback in his hand, but they drift back down to your tits every few seconds. One leg bouncing rapidly, up and down, like he has too much energy to sit still.

You chance a side eyed glance and see a vein protruding on his forehead and you smile to yourself. His frustration makes you weirdly happy.

"Tease."

Mutters, and you look over at him. He really is stupidly gorgeous, something about those eyes. Lashes longer than yours and they're just so soft and pretty in the lamp light.

"I'm just sitting here trying to help you not fail... ohhh I'm sooo sorry."

You say, slightly annoyed and suddenly wondering why you care at all.

"You expect me to concentrate on this stupid ass book when you got those poking out at me."

Nods his chin towards your cleavage. You squirm a little in your seat as he eye fucks you. Looks back at your face and for a second and you both just stare at each other.

"What do you want Billy? Want me to suck your cock or something?"

You say in this soft, sweet voice, kind of a half tease, half aggravation, as you turn your body to face his. It's a voice you don't exactly recognize in yourself and you feel your cheeks suddenly getting hot.

Raises an eyebrow. Something about the way your pretty plush lips say the word cock makes his jump a little in his jeans. Leans forward in his chair, wicked little grin, flash of those perfect white teeth.

"Well, well well, knew you wanted me."

Tongue sliding across his bottom lip, then biting it softly.

"That wasn't an offer, Billy."

Smirk fades fast, eyebrows narrowing, not used to having it dangled in front of him like that. Most girls can't help but give him what he wants the second he wants it. Doesn't hurt that he looks like a movie star and from what you've heard, has a pretty big...

"Can we be serious, Billy?"

You plead and he just blinks, likes he's registering what you've said.

"Fine."

Huffs, turning back to the book.

You sit a little closer to him, writing some notes down in the little notebook you set out earlier, hoping to go over them when you two finish your chapters. Your hair is pulled back in a cute ponytail, with little wisps falling out gently around your shoulders and the sides of your face. God you're really pretty, he thinks, staring at your profile. Why do you have to be such an uptight bitch.

Even if he wanted to study, which he didn't, you were making it impossible. Pink lip gloss shining on your pretty, full, pouty lips, which look so tasty he wants a lick... just a taste.. strawberries maybe... probably cherries. Your long lashes flutter softly as you read. And that beautiful smell... so fucking good, what is it? Flowers?Vanilla... baby powder? Fuck, his dick is starting to fill out in his jeans and all he wants is to bury his face in your neck and just...

Focus Hargrove, focus

"Smell nice."

Mutters quietly into the pages of his book.

"Thank you. It's Love's Baby Soft."

You smile sweetly, honestly you think that was kind of sweet of him to say, to notice your perfume. You bite your lip unconsciously, head tilted.

You were made to torture him.

"Course it is."

Scoffs.

"Look Billy... let's make a deal, okay? If you study for half and hour straight... for real! I'll give you a surprise."

You giggle excitedly, prettily bouncing a little in your chair, ponytail wagging from side to side.

Blue eyes go wide for a beat watching your tits bounce as you bob in your chair. Fuck you're cute. WTH. Wants to rip that sweater right off you and have you smother him with your beautiful titties.

Huge grin as you watch his eyes light up like a kid at Christmas.

"A surprise, huh?"

Asks, tongue peeking out from between his slightly chapped lips.

"Yes. But you've got to concentrate first."

You remind him.

Sighs.

"Better be a good fuckn' surprise."

Turns away, brows cutely furrowed as he pretends to read.

Other than the occasional tapping of his fingers on the desk, and that leg bouncing, he's relatively quiet for the next half hour. You see him scribbling something down on the piece of paper in front of him. At first you think you've gotten through to him, but then you see a bunch of Metallica doodles, like the ones he draws all over his desk at school.

After some time he finally sits back with a satisfied little smirk.

"Times up... where's my big surprise."

Leans in close, like he's going to get a kiss, one elbow on the desk, face hovering kind of close to yours, blue eyes falling down to your pink glossy lips, licks his slow and deliberate, then his eyes fall back up to meet yours.

It hasn't been exactly a half hour yet, but fuck he smells really good, like leather and cigarettes and maybe sweat? You should be grossed out, right? But you kind of want to see what it feels like to press your lips against his, they look so pretty, bet his mouth tastes so good, soft, warm, wet and...

You take a breath, refocusing, then bend down to grab your purse, smiling all goofy. You pull out a stick of Juicy Fruit and hand it to him.

Blinks for a beat, then laughs out loud, making you jump.

"You're fuckn' kiddin' me? A piece of gum? That's my big surprise after I busted my ass studying this shit for over half an hour. What the actual fuck."

Shakes his head, looking up to the ceiling, groaning loudly.

"Wanna see my new bra?"

You ask, surprising him, which isn't easy to do. Surprising yourself too, not exactly sure why those words just flew from your lips... and out loud. You watch his mouth hanging open slightly, voice drops.

"Fuck yeah, Wanna see a lot more than your fuckn' bra."

Whoa, what's he doing? Reaches out and brushes his thumb along your bottom lip, coating it in your lipgloss, and for a second you forget what you were going to say. Want to suck that fat thumb right into your mouth...

You pull back, clearing your throat.

"No touchies though."

His eyebrows raise.

"No what now?"

"Touchies."

You answer back.

"The fuck does that mean?"

Huffs in frustration.

"You know what that means, you can look, but don't touch."

Mumbles something you can't hear, lips pushed together tight, hot air coming out from his nostrils.

"You're killing me here, angel."

"You wanna see or not?"

You ask sweetly.

Blue eyes meet yours, you can see how frustrated he is, sits back in the chair again, big thick thighs spread obscenely wide, too big for the chair, too big for the desk, too big for the room, too much man, too masculine for this feminine space, but it's really nice and you kind of like it a lot. You want to straddle those big thick thighs and kiss him stupid. Want to throw out everything you told yourself before he got here.

"Obviously."

Mutters softly, arms folded across his broad chest.

You smile. Start unbuttoning your cardigan, little mother-of-pearl buttons coming easily undone. You instantly realize this is how to get Billy Hargrove to shut the fuck up. He's kind of cutely wide eyed, taking in the delicate lace that starts to appear from beneath the soft pink fabric of your sweater. Pressing against the sexy swell of your perfect tits. Seen plenty of tits in his time, but something about you... about those...

"Fuck."

Swallows hard, cock fully hard and throbbing uncomfortably beneath jeans that feel way too tight right now. Wishes he could adjust himself, but he's kind of too lost in the beauty in front of him.

"You like it?"

You ask, voice almost a whisper.

"Fuck. I love them, they're perfect."

Words catch in his throat, blue eyes glued to your full pretty cleavage. Pretty tits enveloped by the prettiest pink lace bra, tiny bow smack dab in between two perfect globes. God they look so deliciously soft. Whistles out low as he drinks in every detail of your smooth skin.

"I mean, my bra silly... do you like it? I just bought it at that new mall over on the other side of town."

You start buttoning your sweater back up, disappointment crossing his face.

"I mean, I'd like it better if it was on the floor right now, but yeah, it's nice."

Says, aggravated that you've covered yourself back up. You lean forward, your palms falling flat against his massive spread thighs and he gets a little sly smirk. Your hands a little too close to his rock hard cock.

"Okay. So if you study for another half hour, I'll show you the matching panties."

He glances down at your hands, leaning on his thighs, and you quickly remove them, sitting back up straight in your chair.

"Matching panties, huh?"

Chuckles like he just won the lottery.

"Okay princess, you show me those matching panties, maybe I'll let you see what's under these jeans."

Gives his bulge a little grab and squeeze, both for some relief and for effect.

"That stays in your pants."

You say and his smirk instantly fades, leans back roughly, tilting the chair back on two legs and hitting against the wall again. By the time he leaves you're sure there's going to be a big hole there from the amount of times he's done that.

"Fine, whatever."

Shifts in his seat, the chair smacking back down against the floor, hard, making a loud bang. Trying to ignore the way his dick is pressed against his leg uncomfortably and wondering why he's still even here. You're not even his type, probably a virgin... everything sweet and pink and delicate and perfect... but then he thinks about the promise of panties and his cock pulses and he picks up the book once again.

You have to admit after a while, that Billy is being a good boy. Every time you glance over at him he seems to be reading. Hopefully you can get him to be serious when you quiz him later. I mean what's not to love about Romeo and Juliet, right?

After what seems like hours, to him anyway because it was basically like 10 minutes, he slams the book down and turns his whole body to face yours.

"I've been patient as a fuckn' saint. Times up... even if it isn't."

Can't resist another second, his thick fingers reach out, touching your bare thigh, hand slowly sliding up under your little ruffle skirt.

"No touchies, remember?"

You remind him, pushing his hand away, then standing up before he can respond, slipping your skirt down your sexy legs, falling at your feet where you kick it across the room. You smile, all cute and kind of shy, head tilted to your shoulder, biting your bottom lip. Twirling around to show him the tiny pretty lacy panties that barely cover your supple ass cheeks. Matching the bra you showed him earlier, perfectly.

You stand there in front of him with your tight pink sweater and these pretty soft pink lace panties, with a tiny bow, not in the front like with the bra, but in the back, on top of a little opening showing the top part of your ass crack. Your legs are sexy and smooth, like you've slathered them in baby oil and his cock aches just looking at you. Better than any porn mag he's ever seen.

Billy is at a loss for words. Never seen anything so sexy in his entire life. You, little prissy good girl with these dirty panties on making him feel like he could cum in his jeans. Rubs his hand on his bulge, where there's a wet spot, looks down for a beat making sure he didn't actually cum, he's so overheated right now.

You. That soft sweetness lures him in, then you just so easily push him away...

Enough is enough.

Stands up from the chair, bending slightly forward, wrapping one arm around your bare thighs, hoisting you up and over one shoulder, picking you up, then throwing you down onto your bed, where you bounce softly, hair falling out of your pony tail.

Crawls over you, lowering his full body weight against you. Beautiful ocean blue eyes right there, staring into yours and your heart flutters. He's too beautiful up close. There's these tiny freckles you've never noticed before, across the bridge of his nose and dotting across his cheeks.

"I said no touchies, remember?"

Your soft sweet cherry scented breath hits his lips and his dick twitches.

"No touchies? You sure about that, princess?"

Laughs soft and low, hips grinding against your thigh, wants you to see what you've done to him. What he's been sitting with for the past hour. You do, you feel it and it makes you worry a little. You expected it to be big, but not quite that big.

Suddenly he's kissing you hard, all tongue and teeth. There's nothing soft and gentle about the way Billy kisses. Fat tongue pushes past your soft lips, deep and full of complete lust, fills your entire mouth, sloppy and achingly heady and beautiful. Kisses you completely breathless, until your head is spinning and your body is aching. Suddenly you're wrapping your arms around his shoulders and moving your hips back against his.

"Billy... we should probably slow down a little."

You moan against his lips, saying words you don't really mean. Dear Lord, how did you end up exactly where you said you wouldn't.... but his lips are so warm... and he smells so good... and his body is so heavy against yours and well... maybe you've earned a little break before getting back to studying.

"Come on, stop giving me that innocent girl shit. Wanna see my panties, Billy... wanna see my perfect tits, Billy."

He teases, mimicking your voice.

Just like his mouth is fast, his hands are even faster. Catches you off guard, opening your cashmere sweater with one fast pull, unclasping your bra like he's done this a million times before, pushing the delicate lace quickly out of the way. Your sweet soft breasts jiggling out of the cups. Mouth quick, sucks greedily on your hard peak. Other hand skimming gently across to your opposite tit, his palm is warm as he squeezes, you let out a soft little whimper.

"So soft, you this soft everywhere, angel?"

Mumbles against your tit and it tickles, flicks it with his hot tongue. Lifts his head, staring down, before spitting down onto your hardened nipple, watching his saliva pool, then slide slowly down the curve or your breast. Drags his hot tongue along the trail, lapping it up with the flat of his tongue, softly moaning at the way you taste and the soft little jiggle that happens as he licks.

You gasp, making him smirk. Can't believe he just did that.... that's weird, right? Then why do you feel all hot and dizzy?

You glance over at Mr. Squish Squish in the corner of the room and you can tell he's disappointed in you. Close your eyes against the warmth of Billy's mouth, the dampness of your pussy ruining your new panties, and you think... this isn't wrong at all, everything about this is just right.

Large palm runs down your belly, across your belly button, rough fingers leave a trail of goosebumps over your delicate skin. Stops at the lace, just below your naval, tugs them down, rough and fast. Thick fingers find your slick folds, makes this sound from deep in his chest when his fingers slide easily through your soaked pussy lips.

"Mmm... fuck... this all for me, angel?"

Angel.

Why's he keep calling you that and making you melt. You are an angel and him... he must be the devil in disguise because you know this wasn't your plan when you invited him over, yet somehow here you are. Lured in by the smell of cigarettes and tight denim. Who thought you'd be that easy.

Fingers tease, circling your swollen clit with his big thumb, watching your pretty face while he does it. Cock throbbing, desperate to rush things along, but he's been patient all this time, what's a few minutes more, wants to enjoy this. Plus you're really pretty and he's enjoying the cute little faces you're making right now.

You whimper and moan. His hand making you feel like you could cum already and you kind of can't believe that he actually got you naked so fast. But all your friends warned you about being alone with Billy. He just has this way about him.

"So pretty like this... all soft and needy... ready for me."

Why's he talk like that? Say such beautifully dirty things. Things no other guy has ever said to you. His mouth is on yours again, fast and searing, tongue slipping into your mouth and at the same time his tongue goes deep, he pushes two long, thick, fingers into your tight heat, stroking your walls, feeling them tighten around his digits.

You gasp against his lips.

Thumb rubs firm around your clit, finger fucking you nice and slow, teasingly. His mouth pulls away from yours to kiss a hot trail down your neck, stopping to suck a bruise onto your soft skin. You'll worry about hiding that later.

What happened? You started the day perfectly, had these rules you promised yourself you would follow if he was coming into your bedroom, your rules... but rules that have long since gone out the window, as he adds a third finger to your tight pussy, stroking deep, nipping and licking you everywhere he can get his mouth on.

There's a heat in your low belly, coiling with this tension. He's winding you tighter and tighter with his skillful fingers and hot tongue and beautiful breath and a heat coming off him that feels almost feverish. Somehow you're completely naked and he's still fully dressed and it all happened so quickly, everything a blur of desire and lust.

You gasp, soft and sweet, these delicious little noises coming from your throat and your chest that you feel like you have no control over anymore. He's fucking you with his fingers faster, pumping in and out and, rubbing your clit harder, fingers curling and hitting against your g-spot. He's the only guy whose ever touched you there, like he was built to please you.

"Ohhh god... Billy... I don't know... I can't.... !!"

You lose it, back arches up as you push your cunt against his hand, moaning loud, body goes rigid, toes curling against your perfect pink bedspread. Your pussy flutters and squeezes round his thick fingers, your body trying to suck them in, get them as deep as possible, as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over your entire body.

Groans, deep, feeling your cunt gripping his digits as he strokes and finger fucks you through your orgasm, watching your face as you cum for him.

"So fuckn' sexy, baby girl."

Sits up, quickly pulling down his jeans and briefs, thick cock pops out and you softly gasp at the sheer size of it. You heard the rumors, but you weren't quite sure if the girls in the locker room were just exaggerating, but clearly they were not.

You whimper softly, staring at the massive thing pointing straight up at you and you wonder how on earth that could possible fit inside you.

"Billy... there's no way that is gonna fit...."

You whine softly, lips parted, staring at it with big doe eyes.

"Just the tip, baby, promise, just the tip. Just need to feel you."

He says.

"You promise, Billy?"

You ask, knowing better than to trust anything he says.

"Yeah, just the tip, promise, baby."

Cock bobs heavy against his abs, thick shaft throbs and you swallow, nervous but also excited. So hard it looks painful, and the thing is huge, honestly it's the prettiest cock you've ever seen. Soft pink on top, glistening with precum that makes it kind of look like its sparkling, one long vein along the shaft. The color so pretty, just a shade lighter than his tan body.

Wraps his hand around it, stroking and you feel like you could watch him do this until he shoots his load all over you, but he positions himself quickly between your spread thighs. Fat tip nudges against your folds, sliding through your wetness and oh god it feels so good, so heavy, the pressure as he pushes against your hole is delicious.

Rocks his hips, pushing the swollen head against your hole more, feeling the slick folds part just for him. Fingers of one hand digging into your hip, fighting with everything he has not to slam deep into your cunt and fuck you stupid. Been such a tease, you deserve it.

"Oh, Billy... want you inside... please... hurry!"

You say, surprising him again. You can't take another second without it.

"Sure, baby?"

"Mmmm... yes, please."

Chuckles soft, circling his hips gently, letting the tip catch on your hole.

"So wet, baby... mmm... gonna slide right in, nice and easy."

Why's he still talking? You want it. You want him. Never been with someone so big before, how can you handle him, your pussy grips him. Can feel the size of him even though it's just the head. His body hot and heavy on yours, his hips rock soft, stretching you good around the girth of the tip, then it pops inside you, making your walls clench, gripping tight.

"Oh holy fuck!!"

You cry out. It fits snug, your body hugging him tight, the pretty delicate lips of your pussy swallowing him.

Billy looms over your, his body muscular, dwarfs your smaller form beneath him. He's quiet, but his heavy breaths wash over your face in hot little puffs, his eyes are intense.

"Fuck, you like that... sweetest fuckn' cunt."

His voice is raspy, gripping your hip hard as he slams into you, so lost in using your pussy for his pleasure.

Your face is beautiful, lost in your own pleasure beneath his heavy body, the way your tight cunt swallows just the head of his thick cock, rubbing past the most sensitive part of his dick, just under the head, before swallowing his length when he ruts, balls deep into your warmth. Could lose it in a heartbeat, but keeps his thrusts a little faster because if he goes too slow he'll cum from this perfect pussy, this perfect girl.

"More Billy... deeper... please, just a little bit."

You beg him and he chuckles. Taking your legs, holding behind your knees and pushing them down against your chest, squishing your tits. Your ankles wrapping around his shoulders as he lays his weight back on you, your legs sandwiched between your two bodies.

"Need more, baby... need more of my cock?"

Voice breathy and low. Your tight heat enveloping him, his eyes flutter close for a beat, feeling your walls stretch and squeeze around his cock.

Grip the sheets next to you, as he pounds you into the mattress, slamming into your pussy.

"You were made for this, sweet and tight, and so fuckn' pretty."

Pants, and you can't believe how sweet he sounds. Sexy, soft words spilling from his lips as he buries his thick cock deep into your cunt, again and again, setting a slow deep rhythm, sinking into your welcoming body, the head of his cock smacking against your cervix.

"Billy... so big.... feels so good... ohhhh!"

You whimper, pussy gripping his thick shaft ,tight, like she wants to swallow him. So lost in your own pleasure it doesn't really hit you how fast he's fucking into you now, changing speeds suddenly, how fucking deeply he's filling you up. You hear it, the lewd wet sounds filling your room, the pounding of the headboard against the wall, fucking into you so hard, giving you every last inch of his massive cock, fucking you good with his full length and powerful hips. He's athletic and god you can feel it.

Your second peak building fast.

"Taking my cock so well, baby. Making such a pretty mess all over me."

You stare up at him, kind of wide eyed. You moan loud as his cock fills you so completely. Swear if you look down you'll see him outlined in your abdomen. Your pretty polished nails scape along his tan skin, leaving pink welts as your hips meet his, seeking out that intense pleasure. His cock rutting against your sweet spot, your feet dancing around his neck.

Your back arched, his thick thumb back against your clit, your palms flat against his pecs. Overwhelming delicious pressure building in your core, moaning loud and sexy in his face as you cum again, thighs trembling, pussy milking his cock. Billy fucks you though your release, his eyes looking down to where you two are joined together. Loves watching it sink deep.

Loves how pretty you look when you cum. Loves how warm and wet you are for him, his dick twitching inside you. Overwhelms him and he loses it too.

Quickly pulls out, stroking his slick shaft.

"Fuck... gonna cum."

Hisses through his teeth, voice strained as hot cum shoots out and lands against the pretty skin of your belly, and up onto your tits. One particularly powerful shot lands all warm on your chin, making you flinch.

His hand works his shaft, mouth open with pretty huffs of heavy breaths spilling out. You watch him and god he looks so pretty. Soft eyelashes flutter, sweat on his forehead, making his curls cling there. You just sort of swallow, in awe of the amount of cum that coats your skin.

Kisses you, nipping at your already raw bottom lip, cursing under his breath, breathing heavy and hard.

Quickly rolls off, reaching across you for his pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. You notice his hand is shaking softly as he lights it and takes a long drag, exhaling slowly.

"You okay, baby?"

He asks. Doesn't look at you, just up to the ceiling, blowing out perfect circles of smoke, and you wonder if he's bored already.

You get up, grabbing your clothes, getting dressed, turning to him.

"Okay, you gotta leave now."

His eyebrows furrow, cigarette dangling, kind of confused. Used to being the one who makes a quick exit, the one who sets the terms. Girls always so desperate to have his attention, but here you stand, half naked and beautiful, telling him basically to get the fuck out.

Sits up slow, smirking softly around his cigarette, looking at your pretty face.

"Oh? You're kicking me out now?"

Stubs out his cigarette on your bedside table and you want to punch him. Stands up, stretching his arms over his head like he's in no hurry at all.

You don't respond, but the look on your face says it all.

"Fair enough, baby. Can take a hint."

Pulls on his briefs and jeans, buttoning them achingly slow, smirking at you the whole time as you dance around, fixing the bed and gathering the rest of your clothes.

Leans over your vanity, checking his disheveled curls, trying to tame them. He's stalling and he knows it.

"Ya know, most girls would be begging me to stay."

Says into his reflection in the mirror.

"Yeah, well, I'm not... you gotta go!"

You say and he chuckles as you push his shirt into his hands. Standing there with your arms folded across your chest.

A genuine smile spreads across his face. What the hell is going on here. Puts his shirt on super slow, you stand and watch it slip down over his head and onto that gorgeous tan body you just had your hands all over.

He's just smiling, watching you watching him.

"Yeah, yeah... you said that already."

Voice deep and teasing, grabs his keys that were lying on the bedside table, putting them in his front pocket.

"You're not a desperate little thing, begging for my attention, at least not when you're upright."

Smirks, standing there in front of you.

"Kinda like that about you, baby."

You smile all soft and pretty, pony tail long gone, hair soft and falling around your face.

"Yeah, well, Hargrove... you pass that test and maybe I'll show you what I can do with my mouth."

Laughs, running his hand through his hair again. This girl. You. Sweet and innocent looking little fawn, it's just an act, because you're a little whore, and you've got him under your spell, you just don't know it yet.

"You're fuckn' teasing me now."

Coming close and grabbing your hips, his eyes roaming over that beautiful face, a face that will haunt his dreams tonight, imagining your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

"You know I'm not. Now get the fuck out of my room."

You tease. Pushing against his chest.

"Fuck. You're somethin' else, know that?"

Laughs low, shaking his head as he backs up, walking towards the door of your room. There's still this little reluctance to leave.

He pauses at the doorway, looking back at you. Would love to stay for another round, but knows he's got to be patient. You're going to make him work for it.

"For the record babe, read that book already."

Grins, white teeth flash as he winks and closes the door behind him.

"Brat!"

You stand there smiling, shaking your head in disbelief.

But Billy... he's already thinking about when he can see you again. Your Love's Baby Soft clinging to his shirt and making him lose his mind, knows he needs to step up his game.

You, pretty little thing, giving him a challenge, fuck that makes his cock twitch. Better go home and make sure he remembers absolutely everything in that damn book.

Tag for this fic: @r0segardendr3ams

He's not smiling, the charming Billy slipped away somewhere else, leaving behind this complex man, the one who hides inside himself. Either that or he's bored with you, but you don't think so because, just like you, he keeps coming back for more. Every time you think it's really over, he comes to your door, leaning against the frame, smiling at you, teeth so white he should be selling toothpaste, eyes so blue you don't hear the words coming past his lips, just follow him where ever he's going, to his car, the quarry, to his bedroom.

Time flies. It's been a whole year like this. Sleeping together, with no real commitment because, well, he made that clear.

You are in love.

Well, let me be clear, you are, not sure what he feels because, well, Billy doesn’t do feelings, as you know.

He can be pretty distant at times, not cold though… until after sex. Then it's like this wall goes up. A solid sheet of ice. It's weird, but it happens every time. Makes you wonder if you're a glutton for punishment.

But then you remember that normally he's fun, wild and adventurous and that's what keeps you coming back. You're never bored with him. He's funny, makes you laugh like crazy, kind of cheesy at times, if you can believe that. Picking you up in that stupid car of his that he treats better than he treats most girls, driving fast through this shit town, giving you a thrill. Charming and tender, has this sensitive side that you love, will talk a lot about everything if the situation is right, under the stars, after a few beers, but most times he tries to hide it, makes you feel sad that he won't share that part of himself with you more than he does, even after all this time together. Like he's afraid to expose too much of himself.

Plays you his favorite songs, talking deep about the complexities of the lyrics, especially Zeppelin and Sabbath, old stuff from his life back in California.

California.

Looks away from you, your eyes too intense for him right now, grabs his tank top off the floor, where you threw it when you pulled it off his sweaty body earlier. Needing his hot nakedness against yours. That's something you two do well, fuck each other dumb.

Hand runs through his wayward curls, pushing them back off his forehead once his shirt is on. They're always wild and fluffy after sex. He's like this beautiful animal, unhinged, intense, wild and untamable, too much in every possible way. Too good looking, too wild, too much for any one girl to handle. But you stick around, because there's more to him than just that stuff on the surface. More than just what he looks like.

Needs a haircut, getting too long, always in his face, dancing across the tan skin of his shoulders. Neil hates it, calls him a faggot. Billy likes it though, thinks it's sexy, loves how you tug on it when he fucks into you. Loves his natural curls, except right now, when they're all sweaty and stuck to his neck. Maybe he’ll let it grow out like Vince Neil. Just to piss off his dad.

Sits down on the edge of the bed, putting on his motorcycle boots, reaching over for a Marlboro from his nightstand, while you look for your panties under the messy sheets. It's like a routine, always the same after you fuck, get up, get dressed, have a smoke, take you home, then call you later, spending a long time on the phone, talking shit about nothing in particular.

With one flick of his wrist, the flames from his Zippo light up in his eyes. Sometimes those eyes look green, sometimes more mysterious, darker, more gray like a foggy night sky, but right now, in this room, they look blue like the ocean that he left far behind.

Inhales deep, the nicotine filling his lungs like an old friend. A habit, yeah, but also a comfort. Also something to keep his hands busy, all that nervous energy has to go somewhere, at the sake of his lungs.

Watches you search for your panties, gaze lingering on your beautiful curves, soft delicious breasts bounce gently, so feminine, so much everything he loves about a woman, all wrapped up in you, in one girl. It fucks with his head. Always trying to run from it, but finds himself coming back to you every time. Your warmth. Loves stuff about you that he can't find in anyone else, but he won't tell you that. Just kind of hopes you catch the drift.

Pulls his eyes away while you get up and walk over, grabbing your red tank top off the old couch in his bedroom. Reaches across, tapping the cigarette in the dirty amber colored ashtray on his bedside table. Overflowing with cigarettes already. Never cares to empty it. Thinks maybe Susan must do it sometimes, because some days he comes home and it's cleaned out. Doesn't want that nosy bitch in his room, but what choice does he have. He's 18 and still living at home. Not for long though. Graduation in a few weeks and then he's headed for California.

California... but...

Love.

The word echoes in his mind, foreign, yet not exactly. He's seen it before, not necessarily romantically but in another way. A way he tries not to think about, but sometimes it over takes his mind and he needs to drink, get plastered or high to forget her. A different kind of love, but still love.

If that bitch taught him just one thing, she taught him not to believe in that bullshit. Never put yourself out there, otherwise you'll get your heart broken into a million pieces.

Love isn't real.

Because if your own mother can walk out...

So, instead, the new King of Hawkins, takes what he needs, uses, then leaves before things get too complicated.

Yet...

Never been with a girl this long, although he's seeing other girls too, so somehow it makes it less serious, right? He's usually done after a few days, a week if they're lucky and give good head. Otherwise much sooner, one night, move on.

But you are here, and here he is, and somehow a year has passed while he's been buried inside you, again and again, unable to get enough.

Doesn't like the butterflies he gets when you're around...

Not love though, he tells himself.

Can't be. He has plans...

But there it is again, that persistent ache in his chest when he looks at you, the way his thoughts drift to you when he's alone at night, lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, on his millionth cigarette. It's starting to feel an awful lot like... something he's not equipped to handle.

Takes one last hit of his Marlboro, putting it out in the ashtray, grabbing his car keys and shoving them in his front pocket quickly.

Finally you speak, breaking the dead quiet of the room.

"How come you never take me out anywhere?"

It was a fair question.

You guys went to the quarry, sure, hung out with mutual friends, met up at a couple of parties, but he never actually took you anywhere specific. No dates really, no movies, no dinners, no drive-in, no bowling, things like that. Just to his bed, or yours, a motel room or his car. Sometimes you would lay on the hood of his car afterwards, looking at the stars and talk for hours, but that still wasn't officially a date. He'd buy you cheap fast food, but never take you to an actual restaurant. If you didn't know better you would assume he was just using you. You hoped he wasn't, maybe you were just being dumb because everyone told you he was and you're the idiot who chooses not to listen... but you know something they don't, that there's more behind those sleepy eyes.

Your voice so quiet you thought for a minute maybe he didn't hear you. Him, just looking towards the window, which isn't even open and covered with blinds, just staring off.

The girls he sleeps with don't usually ask for more. They know better. Content just to be with the King, the late night fucks, stolen moments, blowing him in his car, easier that way. Quick. Get off, get out. His motto. If they do want more, they’re just clingy bitches, it happens sometimes. But you? Doesn't want you to want more. More of something he can't give. Likes things the way they are right now. Fun, no mess.

His jaw tightens, his expression empty but inside there's so much. Too much.

"I bring you here, don't I, babe?"

He finally says, almost defensively, his voice low and kind of scratchy, like he's had one too many cigarettes.

The implication in what he said clear. This is what he has to offer you, what he knows how to give. Anything more, anything resembling a relationship, not something he’s willing to put in the work for and he did tell you that, so why do you keep expecting more... or do you?

You just watch him as you pull up your white shorts, his gaze turning back towards you, lingering on the skin of your creamy thighs, then back to your pretty eyes. Just fucked you but could go again, that's just his nature, but it's more than just that with you, you're beautiful and he's... well... he's in love with you, just can't say the words in his own head, can't admit to that kind of bullshit.

Graduation soon. Leaves you wondering if you'll ever see him again. Afraid one day will be the last time, which you know is coming soon. The long talks you both have had about what lies ahead after high school lets out for the last and final time. He's made it clear he's headed back to California, getting the fuck out of Hawkins for good and you're happy for him, you genuinely are, even though that means goodbye. You try not to think about it too much, otherwise you might cry and you don't think he would appreciate that, to be honest.

After sex, that's when he feels ashamed almost, like he showed you too much of himself. Too soft with you. Too vulnerable. Runs over all the things he did and said while you fucked, hoping you couldn't see too much of whatever shit is in his head, slipping out little by little while he kisses you. Your warmth too much, overwhelming, suffocating, heaven.

You don't respond, just look up at him with your big doe eyes and he feels flustered and agitated suddenly. How dare you be so beautiful. How dare you make him feel this way.

"What do you want from me?" (he says your name), "You know what this is. You knew from the beginning."

You're tying your sandals, sitting on his couch, where he's fucked more girls than he can remember. Eyes so crystal clear and intense you could scream. Want to know exactly what he's thinking at every given moment, what poison hides in that head of his, stuff his asshole dad put there. Love him so fucking much it's killing you. You're trying to understand the gears turning in his head, can see him thinking, unsure of what he wants. Wish he would just tell you, good or bad, just talk Billy, god damn it, just talk.

He looks larger than life, standing above you. Thick and big and hot, his eyes though, something soft there, beneath the tiredness. That's the part you want, not this other stuff, the bravado, the act. You want him. The real him. The tender bits he lets out sometimes, shows you, but then stuffs back inside, like you're not allowed there. No one is.

You stand up, in front of him, looking more beautiful than any girl who’s come through this room. So opposite him, soft, sweet, like an angel. You. The girl of his fucking dreams, right here in Hawkins. But he can't live in dreams because it's too dangerous. That's how you get hurt and Billy is never letting anyone hurt him again.

"Don't you like me Billy?"

You ask, soft, having no real idea why you just asked that out loud, wondered it in your mind endlessly, though.

The words sit in the air between you, heavy. Too loaded with a weight that he can't bear. Not now. Maybe not ever. Sure, he's 'liked' girls before, but not like this. Not in the way that makes his chest ache all the time thinking about you, like it could literally burst open whenever you're away from him. Thinking about you, wishing his mouth was on yours. More than that though, more than just fucking. Every damn song on the radio, about you.

"Look, babe, I... do. I more than like you, okay."

His throat sounds tight, but his eyes are soft. Looks at you like he's asking you if that's enough, if those words will do and you can end this conversation because otherwise he's going to confess every last feeling he has for you right here and now and then what, feel like a jackass.

It's enough for now.

Billy takes you home.

Truth was you haven't been feeling yourself lately either, unusually tired and you just blamed it on stress, finals and now graduation coming up, or maybe it's just your period coming... but somehow you knew this time was different.

You just knew.

Your bathroom unusually quiet, just the hum of the house itself. No one else is home, just you. You went to Melvald's and walked around endlessly for what felt like hours, eyeing the pink and white boxes on the shelf. When you finally got the nerve to grab one you were too embarrassed to go to the counter so you shoved it in your bag. Not like you. You've never stolen anything in your life and you swore to yourself you would give the money back, somehow. However, at the moment, feeling guilty was in the back of your thoughts, because there was something else taking up too much space in your head.

He was never careful... you were never careful.

Whenever you'd said:

"Billy... you're going to get me pregnant if you don't stop cumming inside me like that!"

Almost like it was some kind of joke, hitting him hard on his chest, half serious. Of course you were scared, but then he'd come towards you with that warm, heavy body, kiss you good, big hands roaming all over, making you moan against his pink full lips.

He'd whisper back:

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'll take care of you."

What a dumbass you were, because you kind of believed him. Of course also kind of thought, that stuff only happens to other girls, girls on tv and in the movies, certainly not too me and definitely not with Billy Hargrove... but maybe he will... take care of me.

Here you sit, on the edge of the bathtub, on a random Friday night. Big graduation party going on at Tommy's right now. Everyone you know will be there, expecting you to come by, have some drinks, and honestly you should be there, but you're not going. Haven't gone anywhere in weeks.

You see your reflection in the side mirror and it makes you sad. You look small, lips parted... almost waiting to catch your breath, wishing he was here, but then again maybe not.

The white stick rests on the counter of the sink and you can only see the bottom of the handle just over the edge. Can't see the pink lines that are forming on the other side.

Three minutes.

You stare at the handle like it might burn right through the damn porcelain of the sink. Your mind racing, Billy's laugh, not that stupid obnoxious loud laugh, but the laugh he gets when you two are alone, when he's really having a good time... where he wheezes and snorts before the laugh actually comes out, his eyes light up, and you can't help but smile too. The way he smells when he pulls you close between his legs, leaning against the hood of his car, leather, cologne, stupid cigarettes.

You wish he was here.

You wish you could nuzzle into his chest, feel his warmth, big arms around you, holding you tight.

You wish you didn't love him.

You glance at your watch. One minute left.

"He said California. He said no strings."

You whisper to no one.

But he also calls you at 2 am, "Can't sleep, princess." He says, "Wanted to hear your pretty voice, just a few minutes... it's late, I know... it's stupid, I know, but... wish you were here, kinda pissed you're not."

He would say, and you would stay on the phone with him for as long as he wanted, because you wanted it too. Says these random sweet things to you... that one time you both saw a shooting star and went to make a wish, but he took your hand first. It was sweet and different and you hoped it meant something, but it probably didn't and you're being stupid again.

The reality is, he's going to California in a few weeks. He's not interested in a serious relationship let alone kids, or getting married. So whatever that test says, you know you are doing this alone.

You breath in slow and deep, lift your hand, almost like it's in slow motion, reaching up and picking the test off the counter, so carefully it was almost like it was poisonous. Your hands shaking as you flip it down towards your face, your breath hitches.

"Oh god... Billy... you idiot."

Your words echoing in the small room.

He notices. You're missing a few weekends, here and there. Sees you less and less, but not because he hasn't called you. You're just not there, not picking up the phone or answering the messages he leaves. Tries to act indifferent, but truth is he doesn't sleep. You've been avoiding him and he doesn't understand why, after all this time, maybe you're with someone else. Goes to bed angry imagining it. Why the fuck should he care. Plenty of bitches in the sea. This is what he deserves for being a pussy and falling in love with you. Been smoking more and drinking alone at the quarry, the usual whiskey making him feel nauseated. Just wants his head in your lap, playing with his hair, telling him the sweetest prettiest things. What an asshole he is for even thinking that way.

Tries to distract himself with pussy, other girls, certainly plenty of them, but he's hooking up less and less, and when he does, he doesn't want to admit it, but he thinks of you the whole time. Closes his eyes and imagines it's your lips against his.

They're not you though and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows his imagination isn't that good.

Billy is a mess without you.

Needs you. Comes to your door one night to see what's up... to see your face really, to make sure you don't hate him. Though he wouldn't blame you if you did.

Walks up the steps of your porch.

It's dusk and the sun is fading fast, but your house is warm and lit with the flicker of the tv in some back room. Something cozy about it to Billy. Front door open, soft light trickles out onto the steps outside. Your house always so soft and warm, even though it's not perfect, it's better than his.

The lighter he's holding trembles slightly in his hand. Lifts it to the unlit smoke dangling from his slightly chapped lips.

"Hey... I know you're home, babe... can see your car."

He yells through the screen door, heart pounding weirdly in his chest. Tries to put on an act of uncaring, like you've been to him these past few weeks, but his hands shake and he can't stand still. Moves away from your open door and leans against the railing, lighting that smoke, heel of his boot tapping nervously against the lower railing. It's already so hot and it's only May. Sweat rolls down his back making his shirt stick to his skin.

Curses under his breath, trying to steady himself, what the fuck is he doing here when he could be back at the party he just walked out of, really just there looking for you anyway, but you weren't there, as usual. Girls coming up to him, wanting to sit on his lap, running their manicured nails through his hair, but he just felt grossed out by them. Found himself back in the Camaro, speeding down the sleepy streets to find you. Even if maybe you didn't want to see him, or maybe you weren't alone.

"Gonna make me fuckn' stand out here all night"

He mumbles, trying so hard to be angry at you, just misses you though, wants to see your pretty face.

"Come on baby... I don't know how to do this."

Cigarette bobbing as he talks to himself. Waiting outside your door like a lost puppy. Pushes off the railing ready to leave, disgusted with himself, go for a drive, get wasted, what the fuck is he doing right now.

Then you appear.

The cigarette dangles limply from his lips as he takes you in. You're an angel. His angel. You walk slowly down the stairs from where you were, probably your bedroom. Too beautiful. You don't think you are, but he thinks so. Your hair haphazardly up in a bun on top of your head, the sleeve of your shirt sliding over your shoulder, exposing your sun kissed early summer skin. The light from the street lamp catches your face, exposing every one of his weaknesses and he sighs so soft you don't catch it.

"Billy."

You say, genuinely surprised to see him standing at your door, although most all you can see is the red tip of his cigarette burning, but you know it's him, can feel the heat coming off his body and that familiar scent of his cologne.

For a beat he doesn't answer, just studies your face like, for whatever reason, this might be the last time he sees you. Takes the cigarette from between his lips, moving closer, exhaling away from you so the smoke doesn't hit your face, then flicks the butt to the grass.

"Hey, princess."

Still trying to sound like he doesn't give a shit, but he does and he is here... standing at your door so all pretense is off at this point, he might as well go with it.

"What are you doing here? Big party at Tina's tonight, figured you'd be there with everyone else."

You say and he shrugs.

"Left. Boring as shit."

He studies your face, then says...

"Truth is babe, it kinda feels like maybe you've been avoiding me."

"No."

You answer quickly, looking down at your bare feet, suddenly too shy to look into those intense eyes.

"Bullshit. You're a bad liar."

He says, his arm coming up and leaning against the door frame. God he's so beautiful and you hate the way you instantly feel. Like you want nothing more than to pull him inside and kiss him. Why? Why does he make you feel this way? Of all the guys at Hawkins... why Billy... but you look up at him and you know why.

His hair too perfect, like he just came from the salon. He would laugh if you said that out loud, but it's true. One perfect curl sitting pretty on his forehead. Makes you dizzy, the way he smells, the amber notes of his cologne. Tight fitting t-shirt, and his stupid jeans... he's like a dream... or maybe your worst nightmare.

"Not lying, Bills... just been tired, that's all."

You say softly.

"... and well... we're graduating soon... what does it matter at this point."

You watch his jaw clench. Sleepy eyes meeting your tired ones.

"Don't give me that shit, some lame ass excuse for forgetting me already."

He chuckles and something in the way he looks, the softness in what he said... like maybe he meant it... his eyes... you love this man.

"Billy.."

You don't know why, but the next words just fall from your lips. The soft light, the way his eyes look at you so warm, those perfect lips needing to be kissed, you want to slap him hard across the face for what's he's done, for making you fall in love, but instead...

"I'm pregnant."

Everything suddenly feels still, like even the crickets stopped chirping. Like the sun that was setting stopped too and time was frozen. You hold your breath waiting for the worst, waiting for Billy to yell, to get loud and angry, to storm off, to call you names, a bitch, a cunt, somehow to blame you for this...

But something breaks behind his eyes.

"What?"

His voice is quiet, not angry at all.

"I.. you're going to California, you and I... we talked a lot about how.. you said you never wanted kids, ya know?"

You're babbling. All this emotion flooding out past your lips in a stream of randomness. He steps even closer to you than he was before, not quick, not rough, not with you, not ever with you... but he's intense, like he needs to make your words sink in. To understand what he just heard.

"Califorina was an escape hatch for me. A lie I told myself so I wouldn't feel anything real."

His voice is gravelly and low, like he's whispering this just for you even though his face is inches from yours. You feel the cool mint of the gum he must have had earlier against your lips.

"Yeah, I said those things, but not because they were true. Because I was a scared. Scared of loving you so much it might destroy me. It was like I wanted to run away from it all. Run away from you.

"I'm really sorry." (he says your name).

And he is. He's genuinely sorry that you ever met him.

You don't know how to respond, you were expected something different and he's left you speechless. Expected anger and what you got was something honest.

"Were you ever gonna tell me?"

He asks you, his eyes wet. No tears falling, but his eyes have more emotion in them then you've ever seen.

"No."

You shake your head softly. Because you weren't. Were just going to let him go, be happy. Because he deserved that and you didn't want to keep him here if he wanted to leave.

He huffs and pushes away from the doorway, walking over towards the porch railing again, looking off for a beat then turning back towards you.

"Look, I'll have some money for you in a few days. I got some savings and I get paid this Friday, it should be enough, but if you need more just let me know, k?"

"I'm keeping it."

You half interrupt, because you know what he means and you already decided that wasn't something you wanted to do. You were keeping this baby. Something about it felt right... you already loved it, because you loved him.

He doesn't say anything at first, just stares at you. Your words sinking in like a punch in the gut. Feels a million things. Moves closer, no smirk, no Billy bravado, just something raw and true.

"Okay."

One word, quiet but very real.

It shocks you.

"Billy... look... so there's this job for me at the phone company, good benefits, ya know? My mom works there and well... she can get me a job... you... don't have to worry about me... us."

You smile soft but sad.

"Nah, you don't have to do that shit, sit in a windowless office and answer phones all day. I'm gonna take care of you, like I said I would, baby."

He says.

"But... California! I would never forgive myself making you stay here, where you're not happy. I promise, I'll be okay here. I have my family."

You cry now, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, you tried to be strong but everything just comes rushing out.

Strokes your cheek with his knuckles, so gentle, like you might break, wiping away your tears with his thumb, holding your face softly in both hands.

"I'm not happy unless I'm with you, don't you understand, wherever you are, that's where I want to be. I've been so fuckn' miserable without you, baby. You pulled away and I've been drowning ever since. You just bought into all my bullshit, angel... my fuckn' dumb ass bullshit."

"Bullshit?"

You ask, touching his hand which rests against your cheek.

"You think I would just leave? After everything? After you and me?"

He says to you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I don't understand, Billy. We've been seeing each other for over a year, you act so weird, never wanting to commit or talk about stuff... I thought you didn't really like me."

You cry.

His hands leave your face and run through his perfect curls, making him look more handsome. Breathing hard, like the words are being ripped right out of his chest.

"You think I don't know what I am? My asshole dad beats the shit outta me and my mom takes the fuck off, couldn't handle me, I guess. So I told myself shit to feel better, no ties, no love, no family, none of that bullshit, because then nobody gets hurt... but then I met you."

"Oh Billy."

"I tried... tried not to love you. I did. Because how could you love me, but you wrecked that, you're damn smile... how you laugh for real at my stupid jokes, not just because you want something from me like everyone else. You stay with me even when I'm being a complete dick... and now. I don't wanna run, baby. Not from you. Not from this. For once in my life I want something real. Just let me be a real man and take care of you."

You crash into him, wrapping your arms around his thick body and start sobbing into his shirt.

"Shh angel, I'm here. I got you. I got you both now."

He whispers against your head, pressing his lips there, exhaling like he's been holding his breath for months, hugging you back tight.

You're crying ugly, louder than you wanted to. Fingers twisting at the cotton on his t-shirt, shoulders shaking with relief. The weight and the fear that you've been carrying comes pouring from you. Your face flush against his chest muffling your crying.

Your scared. Scared that maybe he'll run. Change his mind. Leave you. Of somehow you both failing this little baby inside you, because you're both still kids yourselves... but then you feel Billy's heartbeat against yours, fast and strong... and real... and it quiets the noise just a little.

He pulls back enough to tilt your tear stained face towards his, wiping your cheek with his thumb, kissing your forehead.

"You understand that, princess? That I've got you now?"

You nod, you couldn't speak even if you wanted to, your voice so wrecked right now.

"Come here, let me hold my girls for a little longer."

He says girls without thinking, already space in his heart for her... because in 9 months, you'll both realize that he wasn't wrong. That everything would be okay for you and Billy and your little girl.