Synopsis: you and Daryl spend a rare morning together, cuddling and loving on each other.
It was very rare that you were both able to stay in bed, often too busy with border patrol or chores to lie in. But when you both were able to, well god knows you took full advantage of it.
You woke to Daryl nuzzling between your breasts, fully content to bury his face there. Light was softly trickling in through the crack in the curtains, illuminating his clingy cuddling. To the outside world, Daryl was standoffish and rough but to you he was an anxious clingy pup.
His arms wrapped around your waist like steel bands, gently kneading the fat of your hips and arse. Your hand gently cards through his messy dark hair, gently scratching his scalp. Pressing your lips to his head, you mumble “Mornin Dar,” he only grunts in returns and presses a kiss between your breasts.
Dog soon comes up and plonks himself on your other side, his head resting on your shoulder. Blinking bleary eyes, Daryl lifts his head to look at the fluffy intruder and gently strokes his head.
It was moments like this that made him grateful he’d survived, made it out of the trenches that were trying to survive on the road during an apocalypse. Soft, slow moments full of happiness and hope for a future with you. You, who gave his life a purpose, who made coming home to meaningful.
You’d met when his group had first arrived at Alexandria, you were one of the gardeners at the refuge and he became a border patrol. Your relationship slowly kindled when he had to walk past you everyday to watch the fence. Little comments were made in passing and soon you were sneaking him fresh berries when he walked by.
Your relationship slowly grow with him leaving little trinkets for you out that he specifically searcher for during runs. Soon, he was staying the night and that was that. Daryl was completely yours and you were completely his.
So yes, while lazy mornings are rare, they’re completely taken advantage of and cherished. Kisses were shared and love was made, lying in till midday suited you both well.
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Synopsis: despite Daryl’s rough edges, he always went out of his way to silently look out for you. This only got worse when you arrived at Alexandria.
It was a miserable, dreary morning at Alexandria. The sky deciding it had had enough of holding it together, rain coming down in fat droops.
Loud bangs disturbed the silence, Daryl had climbed up onto your roof and was hammering away. Making sure your little home was water tight. This was Daryl to a T, doing random odd little jobs around your home. Whether that be fixing a shelf, or fixing the step on your porch.
You were unsure when exactly your relationship with him started. Even before Alexandria, he always made sure you were okay and had everything you needed before even considering himself. For example, that night before you were scouted by Aaron to join the Alexandria society, Daryl had insisted you sleep next to him underneath his vest as a makeshift blanket.
That was just how it was between you two, quiet little acts of service and gently touches that weren’t talked about.
Half asleep, you stumble to the little kitchen and pull out mugs, pouring 2 cups of coffee. You walk out to stand on the porch and place the extra cup on the step, waiting for him to join you.
Daryl hauls himself down from the roof and goes to sit next to you, grunting as he does so. He quickly knocks back the coffee and says gruffly “Thanks. Roofs done.” You lean into his side in a silent thanks.
You both spend the rest of your mornings like that, quietly touching and enjoying each others presence. Not quite yet confident enough to air what’s been growing between you two.
Synopsis: he’d come back from a supply run, as you were helping unpack his scavenged supplies you notice he’s injured.
The sun was setting across Alexandria, the air was warm and filled with the giggles of children playing. It was odd. Almost unnatural considering the new normal you’ve even forced to accept.
Your group had been at Alexandria for a few months, most had settled into a routine. But not Daryl. You’d always described him as a caged animal in those little cookie cutter homes. He was too rugged, too rough. Needing to be doing something to distract his cruel mind from replaying the horrors he’d experienced.
The familiar rumble of his motor bike broke through the air, announcing Daryl’s return from scouting.
Yours and Daryl’s relationship was weird. Nights spent together during the prison collapse, comforting each other. Then going back to ignoring eachother in the light of day. You knew he cared for you, but whatever you had was uncertain.
Walking towards him, you found him limping over to Rick. His hands sticky with blood. You swore and ran over, it was unlikely for Daryl to get properly injured like this. He was too carful, too used to being in danger. Something must have seriously gone wrong for this to have occurred.
Uncaring about the curious eyes watching you both, you gently take his hand in yours and cup his stubble cheek. “What happened hm?” Daryl goes to pull away but soon realises it’s you.
He shrugs and grunts “s’ nothin”. You scowl and take his hand and march him to your home. This has happened before. Him injuring himself in some way or another and you patching him up. It was another way your relationship was odd, quietly taking care of each other without ever voicing your true feelings.
You deposit him on the couch and drag the first aid kit you make sure to keep stocked up. Sitting next to him, you gently clean his wound. Your fingers end up laced through his once his wound is patched up. It’s silent, not awkward silence but a heavy silence. Like there’s so much you want to say and confess you don’t know where to start.
Daryl realises this, he always knew when your mind was going crazy. Like he had a sixth sense for you. His lips crash against yours, moving softly. It was full of everything you wanted to say but couldn’t. Full of love, care, understanding. It was everything.
His tongue tangles with yours, not dominating just caressing. One hand ups your cheek while another presses something into your hand.
Breaking away from the kiss, you look down to find his pressed a ring into your palm. A wedding ring. Daryl doesn’t say anything, just shrugs and slides it onto your wedding ring finger.
Synopsis: Daryl seeks you out more and more. He stays over at your house, like a grumpy house cat. Although you start noticing little things around your house become fixed when they were originally broken. (Thank you so much for all those who requested a part 2)
It was early morning in Alexandria, normally at this time you were woken up by your cat Mittens meowing in your face asking for food. But that didn’t happen today, it made sense though he was probably bothering Daryl.
Daryl had stayed over, making the sofa his home for the night. You couldn’t even remember when this had started happening, just that it had been happening for a while.
You’d wake up in the middle of the night searching for a glass of water and find him sat on the sofa, facing the front door. Like a guard dog protecting its person. Or he’d be stood in the doorway of your room, watching over you while you sleep. Scaring the shit out of you in the process.
He’d make it a habit to do little acts of service silently. Like this is how he gives back and says thank you for letting him stay over. He’d get you little gifts from supply runs, or attempt to cook you dinner. It was sweet, very different from what the rest of your group saw of him.
Wandering downstairs, you found him and Mittens in the kitchen. Mittens was eating his food on the counter while Daryl was cooking some scrambled eggs. He was shirtless, his scars on show. You were the only person he was comfortable showing them to.
You pad over to him and lift yourself up so you’re perched on the counter next to mittens. Daryl looks at you but quickly looks away, almost bashfully as he grunts “mornin,” in his soft southern drawl. You scoop mittens into your arms like a baby and smirk as Daryl mutters “that lil shit woke me up.”
Turning off the cooker, Daryl steps between your legs and scowls down at the cat in your arms. You lay your head on his chest as he mumbles about being tempted to cook the cat and have it for dinner. Resulting in you slapping his arm. He chuckles and rests a hand a little awkwardly on your back. Still unsure how to navigate whatever was going on between you.
Breakfast was eventually eaten and the day was spent orbiting around each other while still fulfilling your tasks. Soft smiles and waves were exchanged when you passed each other but nothing was said. That waited until you were alone in your house, where Daryl would lay his head in your lap like a child.
This was how your evening was currently being spent. You sat on the sofa, Daryl lying down on it, head in your lap. Your fingers ran through his slightly greasy hair while murmuring “ya need a wash Dar.” A muffled “fuck off” quickly followed.
You both stayed like that for a while. No words were spoken, though they weren’t needed. Your heart felt full and content. Daryl felt safe and secure. A feeling foreign to him, it was almost unnerving.
Bedtime soon came but instead of going your seperate ways, you tugged on his calloused hand, guiding him to your bedroom. You stop just before you reach your doorframe. Going up on your tiptoes, you cupped his cheek and pressed your lips to his. At first it was just a peck but then his chapped lips were moving against yours. His tongue slipped past your lips and met yours, dancing and dominating it gently.
He guided you backwards until you were finally in your room, kicking the door shut just as Mittens tried to get in the room. Effectively locking him out as you both finally explored what had been brewing between you two for quite some time.
Synopsis: after every run, Daryl’s made it a habit of slipping into your house and bringing you little gifts he found.
It was supply run day. Daryl, Rick and michonne had gone out today. The rest of you stayed back at Alexandria. Tasked with protecting the place.
Your soft humming filled your quaint little kitchen as you flitered about. Determined to make a yummy stew with what scarce ingredients you had. The sky soon turned dark and the group had returned from their run, unbeknownst to you. Too busy perfecting your mishmash soup to pay attention.
Like a moth to a flame, Daryl approaches your house. Welcomed by the soft lights and gently humming. He slips through the front door quietly, carrying with him items he found for you on his run. A container of tea you mentioned liking, a book for when you’re trying to unwind. Thoughtful things. Things Daryl never cared for before, not until you.
Daryl had started making this a habit, bringing you gifts from runs and not saying a word about it. Hell, if you mentioned it he’d go bright red, grunt how it doesn’t mean anything and walk out. Unsure how to process his own feelings.
It was being noticed by your group. Carol smirked everytime he b- lined to your house after a run. Noticing how his pack looked heavier than before, full of odd gifts for you.
Daryl slips into the kitchen and places the items on the counter, making you jump with fright now only realising he’s there. You jokingly chuck a tea towel at him, which of course he catches while a little smirk plays on the corner of his lips. Shaking your head, you return back to your stew and spoon some into a bowl for the hunter.
You walk to the kitchen table, knowing he’s following. He always does, almost like a puppy. You set it down on the table and go to grab a spoon for him, only to turn around and find him lifting the bowl to his mouth. Devouring it like he’s feral, which he kinda is. You smile and ask gently “want any more?”
He nods and gently hands you his bowl.
You both stay like that for a while, him finding silent comfort from your stable presence. You warring with your conflicted emotions. Confused on what’s going on between you two. And to be honest, he’s confused too. But would never admit it.
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Synopsis: you both had feelings for each other, both too awkward or stubborn to do anything about it. (This is set in early season 3)
It was well past midnight, the stink of decay and copper fills the air. You were all sat around a bonfire, all exhausted from fighting hundreds of walkers. Finally, the group had found somewhere that had the potential to be a base. It felt like a weight had been lifted, like some of the stress that came with this new apocalyptic work wasn’t so heavy.
You were sat across from Daryl, the flames of the bonfire casting soft shadows across his weathered face. Beth Greene sang softly, a sweet little folk ballad that you didn’t recognise. It lightened the atmosphere, made it easier to push past the stress. Created space for other things to come to the forefront of your mind. Things like Daryl and your tangle of emotions that came with him.
Your feelings for him started small, like when you first noticed the little acts of service he went out of his way to do for you. Giving you the last of his water, never hesitating to step in when walkers were present, being a sounding board for when things got too heavy.
It was never voiced, the thing between you two. Just a quiet understand that you got him and he got you. It stayed like that for a while, during Hershel’s farm and now here. But recently things had changed, hands would linger longer than they should, eyes would show silent yearning.
Daryl’s protectiveness had also increased. His hand would linger on the small of your back, he’d shove you behind him during walker attacks, he’d glare daggers into anyone too close to you. It was confusing.
Currently he was sat opposite, his blue eyes flitting to you every few seconds when he thinks you weren’t looking. He looked exhausted.
As everyone else was distracted with their own conversations or Beth’s singing, you got up and crept over to him. You sat down next to him quietly, close enough to smell the cigarettes on him but not touching. Silently, you pass your water skin to him. He takes it with a grunt, his fingers grazing yours a moment too long.
You stayed like that for a while. Staying longer while everyone moved inside to claim their new quarters. Daryl’s hand slowly reaches for yours, his fingers tangling with yours. Nothing was said, just letting whatever it was between you settle and develop on its own.
Synopsis: you attempt to help your boyfriend, Billy, revise but he’s not very cooperative.
Warnings:
You were sat in the schools library, shoulder to shoulder with Billy. The sound of soft pages being turned created a comforting backdrop to your attempt at a study session.
You were trying to explain organic chemistry to him but Billy was just not having it. He had an arm slung over your shoulders, messing with your hair and his chin perched on your shoulder closest to him.
His other hand kept grabbing your pencils as you attempted to write practise questions for him. You huff and dodge his next swipe, shoving the list of questions in his face instead. Billy whines and harshly nips your eat in retaliation but relents upon receiving your death glare.
Murmuring, you get up and go to the vending machine near the front to grab you both a drink. You return with 2 cabs of coke only to find him actually trying to complete the questions. His normally handsome face was scrunched up in confusion as he struggled to work out the answer.
It was almost comical, seeing the big sex icon of a man using your pink pencil with the fluffy pompom on the end to solve science problems.
You smirk to yourself and go sit down again, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you go.
Synopsis: Billy’s unusual soft with you in the early hours after fucking your brains out.
Warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, groping, smoking, nudity, swearing, clingy Billy .
Buttery warm sunlight flutters through his parted curtains, bathing the room in soft light. A heavy arm is slung around your waist like a seatbelt, holding you firm against a warm broad chest. Your eyes flutter softly as you slowly wake, Billy’s hand gently strokes your hair while he looks down at you. Silently taking in your gorgeous, sleepy state.
Lips press to the skin behind your ear before Billy raises from the bed and walks to the bathroom, uncaring about his naked state. You starfish out on the bed, burying your head under a pillow. Minutes pass and you drift off to sleep, before a heavy mass lying on you wakes you. Turning, you see Billy lying his head on your ass and his arms wrapped around your hips and thigh.
Billy lights up a cigarette and smokes it silently while using your ass as a pillow. He chucks the butt out the open window and gently bites your ass cheek before crawling back up the bed to lie next to you. Taking your face in his hands, his thumbs caress your cheeks gently as his eyes track your features.
Your eyes flutter shut as you lean up to press a kiss to his lips, the kiss tastes of cigarette and toothpaste as presumably he brushed his teeth after taking a piss. The kiss turns heated and Billy crawls over you, one arm above your head and the other still cupping your cheek. His tongue battles with yours, soon winning dominance. You break away for breath and say softly “I’m sore baby, maybe later?”
Billy pouts but nods, moving down slightly, he rests his head between your boobs. He presses a kiss to each one first and then nuzzles into them. You run your fingers through his hair and press play on his record player, rock music softly plays as you both cuddle.
An hour passes before you make your way to the shower. Billy gently shampoos your hair, his normally rough hands nod gentle as he thoroughly cleanses your scalp. Pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, he guides your head under the stream and rinses away the suds.
You soon turn to wash his back, you raise an eyebrow as you spot a new tattoo on his neck. A little heart in blue black ink with your initial in the middle. Your pulse hammers a little faster at that, emotions of shock but also adoration course through you. You kiss it and return to your previous task of washing your boyfriend.
Billy spins and grips your ass in both of his hands. He sucks hard at your neck leaving a purple hickey in its wake. He trails his kisses down to your chest, sucking and nibbling your nipples while murmuring “love these, fucking love these.” You moan and arch your back, pressing your chest firmer into his touch.
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It was a Friday night, the diner was bustling with people and you were rushed off your feet with trying to cater to irritable customers. Your boss informs you that a new customer has been placed in your section. Getting your notepad ready, you weave through the overfilled tables to a familiar man sat in your area.
You ask in a coy tone “what can I get you, sir?” Billy slowly turns and smirks up at you, his eyes rack down your body. Taking in the short little skirt you have on and the tight shirt that’s policy for the diner. His smirk widens, his tongue traces his lower lip while he drinks you in greedily.
Shaking your head, you write down his order that he has everytime he visits you at work. You spin on your heel and go to walk away, a firm slap lands on your behind. Billy tugs you back using the strings of your apron like a leash, he breaths into your ear “I’m dropping you off after your shift.” He presses a kiss to the skin behind your ear and lets go.
Weaving through the overcrowded diner, the smell of grease hits you as you walk into the hot kitchen to give chef Billy’s order. One of the other waitresses smirks at you and hands you a glass of water with a knowing smile.
You take the glass with a grateful smile and chug it in one go. Soon enough Billy’s order is ready and you’re out making your way to drop off his food.
Billy eats slowly, leaning back in the weathered old chairs like he owns the place. He crooks a finger at you after he’s finished, beckoning you over. He tucks money into the tie holding your apron around your waist whilst pressing a firm kiss to your neck. Knowing Billy he’s paid way too much, ensuring that you have a handsome tip.
The hours of your shift soon dwindle and yet Billy stays in his claimed booth. Sipping his beer while keeping an eye on your exhausted form as you try maintain your professionalism to rude customers. Soon your shift comes to an end and Billy’s there, wrapping an arm around your waist and walking you to his car. He buckles you in and drops a kiss to your cheek before driving you home with a hand on your thigh.
Synopsis: you’re new to Hawkins high, and as you attend your first lesson of the day you’re forced to sit next to Hawkins new king, Billy Hargrove.
Sneakers squeak on the linoleum floor, students bustle down the corridor rushing to get to classes on time. Your amount the throng of pupils, looking down at the paper with your schedule on it. Your anxiety was tangible as you grip the paper tightly, English was first then history.
You finally find the right classroom just as the late bell rings. You open the door and lock eyes with the old woman who appears to be your new English teacher. She smiles gently at you, her weathered face bunching up as she extends a pale hand beckoning you to her.
Approaching her, you smile slightly and hand her the paper the receptionist had told you to give to all your teachers. The teacher introduces herself and you to the class.
The only available seat was at the back next to a big that looked more like a man. You later learnt his name was Billy, you make your way to the back of the class and silently take your seat. Billy’s eyes burn into the side of your head, he scans you from head to toe. Perhaps sizing you up or merely looking at you with bored curiosity.
A piece of paper lands on your desk, in scruffy handwriting the note reads ‘you’re new.’ You furrow your brows and turn to find Billy looking at you already, a lazy smirk on his lips as he fiddles with a cigarette. You nod in response, a bit intimidated by his cocky demeanour
Billy only smirks in response and sprawls back in his chair, like a king on his throne. You notice a cigarette balanced behind his ear and another between his fingers that he fiddles with.
Another note lands on your desk a few minutes before the lesson ends. Opening it up, it reads “I’ll see you around sweetheart” Billy only winks at you before sauntering out of the class right as the bell rings. Leaving you feeling confused and slightly flustered.
Heyyyyy dunno if you take request but here is a thing I had in my mind for a while
I had that idea of reader and Billy being together for some times like maybe a month or two and they still haven’t had sex yet (so it might take place a little bit before your previous fics) and reader have that smart sweet nice girl vibe (kinda like Nancy season 1 core) and one night Billy as usual sneak through her window to make out but tonight it seems like he wants more she stops him really quick telling him she doesn’t think she’s ready yet and that she is still a virgin/inexperienced and that she need to study for a really important biology test (how fucking ironic) so he decide to play a game if she gets a question right on the flash card he takes something off…but if she gets a it wrong she has to…(kinda like what Steve and Nancy did in season one) to make reader more comfortable with all that thing …but little did they know Eleven and Max were spying on them (like she did in season 3) and by accident see all of that when she was on a sleepover at max’s house again
I know it’s really long it’s ok if you don’t like it or just don’t wanna write that
Love your work btw💗💗
Hey ml! Thank you so much, this is such a good idea. I’ll do my best to bring your idea to life! This one’s a long one loves, buckle in. Hope you enjoy xxxx
Pairings: Billy Hargrove x reader
Warnings: suggestive, spying, flirting, makeouts, reader suggested as female
Synopsis: Billy tries to help you feel more comfortable with sexual intimacy while helping by you revise. Little did you both know max and eleven were spying on you.
It was Friday night, you were sat at your desk your back to the window as you tried to shove as much last minute info in your head before tomorrow’s test. Soft music was playing as you went over your flashcards, masking the sound of Billy slipping in through your window.
A smirk graces his lips, he covers your eyes with his hands and purrs “Guess who?” In a singsong voice. You giggle and lean back against his chest, his strong smell of cologne wafts around you providing comfort. Whispering with a smile “hey Billy”, you spin the chair so you’re facing him.
Billy softens as he takes you in, glasses perched on your nose, hair up in a halfhearted bun and face free of makeup. His heart gives a little squeeze as if suddenly reminded of how lucky he is. He drops to his knees before you, laying his head in your lap and closing his eyes when your hand comes to rest on his cheek.
“What you doing, sweetheart?” He murmurs while nuzzling into your legs. Your thumb caresses his skin in smooth circles, brushing over his freshly shaved skin. “Biology, got a test on Monday.” You say with a slight grumble. One of Billy’s eyes pop open at the tone of your voice, a smirk gracing his features as mischief dances in his eyes.
An idea blooms in his head, Billy had always known you’d been quite skittish when it came to sexual intimacy. You had only been dating for a few months so it was understandable but he still wanted to try help you feel more comfortable.
Billy gently explains his idea to you, you’d go over your biology flashcards together and for every question right he’ll remove an item of clothing or get a kiss depending on your comfortability and for every question wrong you’ll remove a clothing item. The aim was just to try and help rid some of your anxieties in a playful no judgement game while still helping to prepare for your test.
You nervous bite your lip as you mull over the idea. It was a bit out of your comfort zone but not so much you were immediately opposed to it. You agree to it after a moment and move to sit on your bed.
Handing Billy your flashcards, your heart thumps a bit faster than normal perhaps due to anxiety or anticipation maybe both. He goes easy at first, questions you knew without having to think about it. As you answer your first correct question you decide to start with a simple kiss to ease into the game.
Your lips move together in a silent dance, your hand cupping the back of his neck while his grip your hips. Pulling away for breath, you smile gently and peck his lips gently before sitting back.
The game continues, until your sat in just your thong and tshirt while he’s completely down to his boxers. You could see Billy’s hard on tent his boxers while you squirm slightly where you’re sat. Billy hauls you onto his lap, your core pressing against his cock as you makeout like you’re drowning and he’s oxygen.
Unbeknownst to you, eleven and Mike where spying on you both and got the fright of their life as they take in you two grinding against each other. Slapping their hands over their eyes, the pair immediately get out of your heads and look at each other while disgusted faces.
You moan and grind on his cock, the flash cards completely forgotten. Placing a hand on his bare chest, you pull away panting “ wait baby. Wait I’m not-“ Billy only smiles softly, understanding clear on his features. He tucks a strand of hair that’s escaped your bun behind your ears.
Synopsis: Billy tries to convince you to skip with him
It was crossover period, you were stood at your locker putting some of your books away when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you off the floor. You squeal and place your hands on the arms around you, Billy presses soft kisses into the crook of your neck as he spins you around.
You squeal and throw your head back laughing loudly. People stopped and stared at the usually rough, cocky king of Hawkins high being unusually soft. Billy places you back on the ground and presses his front to your back as he coos convincingly “skip class with me, sweetheart? Hm? You know you want to.”
Biting your lip as you ponder his words. You had English next, which you detested as the teacher was horrible so you were incredibly tempted to give in to your boyfriend’s cooed words. Billy sucks gently at your neck, gently nibbling.
Huffing, you turn towards him and mock scowl. Grinning like the cat that got the cream, Billy hauls you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and marches out the school doors. Smacking your ass every couple of minutes.
He deposits you in his car and drives you to his place. A quaint but functional house that smells of sweat and coffee. You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled in bed, making out and trying to keep Billy’s wandering hands at bay
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Warnings: drinking, mentions of smoking, mentions of drugs, possessive Billy.
Synopsis: being Billy’s girlfriend while at a party
You were stood in the kitchen sorting yourself a drink, cheers and shouts could be heard from the living room as your boyfriend did his infamous keg stand. Smiling softly to yourself at the jeers of encouragement, you walk back into the living room with 2 red cups, one full of coke and another full of beer.
The room stank of weed and cigarettes as the crowd vibrated with the noise and excitement. Billy exceeds his record and rights himself while smirking cockily and licking the drink from his lips. He spots you and wades through the throngs of people to get to you.
He loops a toned arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest. You hand him his beer and murmur “that was impressive baby,” Billy’s smirk widens as he laps up the praise, he smacks a kiss to your lips.
Hoots and wolf whistles sound as the crowd eggs you both on. Pulling away while giggling, you join in with some of the others dancing. Your back’s pressed to Billy’s chest, his hands gripping your hips while you grind and move against eachother to the music.
Billy buries his hand in your hair and tugs to the side, giving him more space to suck and bite at your neck. You hum and cup the back of his neck, running your fingers through his curls.
One of the jocks from your school eyes you up like your meat, Billy locks eyes with him from across the room while his lips are still pressed to your skin. His eyes darken, and he smiles predatorily at him while turning you and kissing you deeply, flipping him off. Showing the jock exactly who you belong to.
Your hands rest on his hips as you melt into the kiss. After a beat you pull back, panting you ask “what was that for, hm?” Billy only smirks in response before licking the side of your neck. You scrunch up your nose and gently push him away “ew Billy!” He roars with laughter, tipping his head back with glee.
The music continues to play as people continue to drink and dance and mingle. You and Billy find a vacated couch and decide to sit, your legs lay in his lap as he gently strokes your skin. You sip your drink as Billy babbles about this new rock band he wants to go see. Barely listening, you take in the crowd of people and your boyfriend. Content to just sit on the couch with his girl, not sparing anyone else an ounce of his time. His whole focuses was on you, only you.
Synopsis: it was Friday night, meaning it was date night and it was Billy’s turn to pick the activity.
U2’s ‘I still haven’t found what I’m looking for’ was playing softly as you apply red lipstick carefully, Billy’s favourite shade on you. It was a muted slightly darker red and drove him crazy. It was date night and you were giddy with excitement, it was Billy’s turn to choose tonight and the suspense of what you were doing only made you more excited.
You twirled in front of your mirror, giggling to yourself as you look at your pretty outfit and hair and makeup. Your mom called up the stairs, announcing Billy’s arrival. You smiled happily and quickly spritzed yourself with perfume, a warm vanilla that reminded you of warm summer nights.
Billy was chatting politely to your mom when you came bounding down the stairs, your hair flowing behind you. “Hey pretty girl,” Billy coos as he sees you and opens his arms for you invitingly, you slip into his arms and breathe in his musky smell, a mix of cigarettes and his aftershave that you adore. He brushes his mouth against your ear as he murmurs “you look good babe,”. Flushing, you press a kiss to his jaw in thanks and pull away.
While slipping on your shoes your mom says, “I want you back by 12 at the latest,” you nod and take Billy’s hand as he leads you out to the car. Billy opens the door for you and helps you buckle your seat belt, he presses a kiss to your forehead and rounds the car to the drivers side.
The drive took around an hour, Billy’s hand stay permanently on your thigh. You eventually reached the outskirts of Hawkins, you both got out and Billy guided you up one of the hills where a picnic blanket and basket were spread out. Reaching for his hand, you gently squeeze it as you both lie down on the picnic blanket and stargaze.
The date continues with gently touches and loving gazes. Billy ends up braiding your hair as you munch on the food he’d provided. He turns you and sits you on his lap, your lips crash together as tongues battle and Billy wins dominance. His rough hands grip the fat on your hips and tugs you directly onto him, he pulls away slightly to wipe your lipstick off his lips.
He takes you in, hair slightly messy and lipstick smeared but your love filled eyes makes the effort of putting this date together worth it.
