Chapter Text
With all our screaming
We're gonna rip right through your brain
We got the lethal power
It is causing you sweet pain, oh sweet pain
When we start to rock we never stop again, oh -
One headphone on your ear, you attempted to drown out the useless chatter around you, humming to the melodic sounds of Metallica. You hadn't even noticed the faint sound of your name being called as you flipped through your notebook, wrapping your mind around everything that you had to accomplish before school ended in a few weeks. It had been a tough year, not only for Hawkins, but for you in particular. Between your father up and leaving for an eighteen year old and your mother drowning herself in alcohol, it had been difficult to keep your grades up. Between extra credit and after school studies, you managed to keep your C average despite the odds.
A hand on your shoulder snapped you back to reality, your headphones dropping to your neck as you prepared to backhand whoever disturbed your peace. You sighed heavily when that familiar head of perfect hair appeared in your tracks, your eyes rolling as you slipped your headset into your bag. "Jesus, Steve - you gave me a fucking heart attack." You reached out and shoved him, followed by him moaning a low ouch before shooting you that famous Harrington grin. He leaned against the glass doorway, crossing his arms. "I only called your name like, four times. Figured it was enough of a warning." He joked, shoving you back. You leaned against the wall beside him, the warm air coating your skin. "Is there something you needed to interrupt James Hetfield's beautiful chords for?"
He looked at you for a moment, clearly confused - but shook it off. "Just wanted to see if you were free this weekend - that project for Harper's class is due next week and I can't afford anything less than a B."
"Yeah, I know - I've been a little, preoccupied. We'll make time, maybe tomorrow? Could grab lunch and work at my place."
As if on queue, the sounds of a loud, rumbling engine interrupted your conversation. Everyone in the vicinity turned their attention outside, where a dark blue Z-28 had just pulled into the handicap spot. The rich smell of gasoline and tire tread filled the air, the small cloud of smoke dissipating as the car lingered for a few moments before a figure stepped out. Billy Hargrove - Hawkins' most hated, and loved asshole. Lit cigarette between his lips, he stepped to the front of the car, leaning against the hood. One thumb was hooked in the belt hoop of his form fitting Levi's, his button down shirt open mid chest, exposing his muscular form. If God existed and had a favorite - it was him. It was like he was in a goddamn cigarette commercial, his chest glistening in the sun as he exhaled a puff of smoke. His eyes were locked on yours, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down your spine.
"Preoccupied is putting it lightly." Steve's voice snapped you out of your trance, raising his eyebrow in concern. "I don't like him - he's dangerous. You need to be careful."
You couldn't help the laugh that slipped your lips, even though you knew he was right. Billy Hargrove had a reputation that you were well aware of - but you weren't dating, just fooling around. You were there when he needed stress relief, he was around if you needed somewhere to escape. It was harmless - or so you thought. He was trouble - but you were fucking addicted.
"Don't worry, Steve - no one could ever replace you." You teased, reaching up and pinching his cheek. The way he worried about you was cute. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" You held gazes with him for a long moment, a slight smile on your lips as you made your way to Billy's car. He gave you a wave, the look of concern still present on his features.
You didn't make it past the hood of the car before rough fingers wrapped tightly around your bicep, stopping you dead in your tracks. "I told you that I don't like to be kept waiting. Especially when Harrington's the reason." You avoided eye contact, but you could feel how cold his stare was.
"I'm sorry, Billy. We were discussing plans to finish our project, got a little sidetracked. Won't happen again." Your words slipped out a bit more sarcastic than intended, shaking your arm from his grip as you stepped into the passanger side of the car. Tossing your bag in the back seat, you peered out the front window, briefly setting your gaze on Steve, who was still watching.
Billy undoubtedly noticed, staying outside the car as he finished off his cigarette, tossing it to the ground and crushing it with the toe of his boot. Pulling the drivers side open, he took a seat beside you, a look of aggravation clear on his features. Without a single word he threw the car into reverse, speeding through the parking lot to no cares as to who was around him. You stayed silent for a moment, but felt the speed as he hit the main road. "Are you trying to fucking kill someone?" You snapped, eyes locked on him. He didn't respond, keeping his eyes on the road as his fingers slid along the steering wheel.
"So - Steve fucking Harrington, huh?" He finally spoke up, a slight smirk on his lips. You knew Billy was possessive by nature, but this was over the top - even for him. You shook your head as you looked out the window, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. "Craving some Harrington dick, aren't you? Want to take a seat on King Steve's throne?"
You couldn't help but laugh - and Billy didn't like that. "Steve and I have been friends way longer than you and I have been fucking - and even if I was fucking him - it's none of your business." You seethed, your voice fading a bit knowing you may have just added fuel to the fire. It only took a mere moment before you were staring directly into Billy's cold stare, his hand gripping onto your jaw firmly. "You didn't deny it. You're gonna let him fuck you like the dirty slut that you are, aren't you?" You felt the car accelerate, his eyes still on you, paying no attention to the road.
"Stop the fucking car, Billy." You demanded, but he ignored you. Your eyes dropped to the speedometer, watching him reach 70, then 80 - only then was when he pulled over erratically, putting the car in park. "You don't get to tell me what to do." He hissed, his grip on your jaw becoming tighter. You reached up and grabbed his wrist with your hand, forcing his grip loose. Who the fuck did he think he was?
"We aren't dating - we have a good fuck every now and then. That's all you are to me, Billy - you don't get to dictate my life. I can fuck who I want, when I want. I don't need your permission."
He sat in silence for a moment, a fire burning inside him. If you were a gazelle, he was a lion - deep inside, you knew you were his. With one swift movement, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back against the seat. A cold blade grazed your neck, pocket knife locked between his fingers. You looked up at him with a slight smirk, knowing he was playing with your kinks despite him being so damn irritated. "Let's get something straight - you belong to me. Every part of you, from those pretty lips to your sweet, sweet pussy - which I bet is soaking fucking wet right now, isn't it?"
You couldn't help yourself from squirming under his grip, feeling the blade press harder against your skin. He slowly dragged it along your collarbone, keeping eye contact with you. "I could carve my name into your chest, so when Harrington unveils those perfect tits, he knows exactly who they belong to." Licking your lips slowly, you fought every urge to hit him. "Fuck you, Billy. You're out of your goddamn mind."
Dropping the blade to the floor of the car, he moved his hand to grip your throat, his opposite hand grazing your thigh. "You know, I can't tell if your attitude is hot, or irritating as fuck." His fingers slowly slipped beneath the fabric of your skirt, ghosting over the small piece of fabric that was covering your pussy. "God, I can feel how fucking wet you are - you love this, don't you? You love knowing that I own you." He sucked on his teeth as he watched your expression, a crooked smile on his lips. Sliding his fingers past your underwear, they grazed against your slick folds, your body melting at his touch. "Tell me you love it."
Your back arched at even the slightest contact, keeping firm eye contact with him. "You don't own me, Billy."
He stared at you for a moment in ear deafening silence, slowly releasing his grip on your hair. Readjusting your skirt, you eyed him, watching his hand grip the crotch of his jeans.
"Oh, you're gonna regret saying that, princess."
Putting the car back in drive, he sped down the road, figuring he was pissed - he was likely bringing you home. You sighed and looked out the window, both frustrated and angry with him. Billy was the only one who ever successfully made you throb between your legs, and want to deck him at the same time.
About ten minutes into your drive, he pulled over, throwing the car into park. "Where are we?" You questioned, not recognizing your surroundings at first. When you turned to look at him, his hand was on his chin, index finger running along his jawline. "Get out of the car." he demanded, a shit eating smirk on his lips. You hesitated for a moment, but did as he commanded. Back against the side of the car and feet planted firmly on the ground, you made an attempt to figure out where you were - but you were interrupted by the drivers side door slamming shut behind you. "This house look familiar to you, doll? It fucking should."
Stepping in front of you, his form overpowered yours, one hand placed on the roof of the car, the other grazing your throat. You could feel his breath on your skin, smelling strongly of nicotine and mint. Swallowing hard, you watched his eyes trail your features. "Now you don't wanna talk, huh? What if I told you I brought you to pretty boy's house so I could give him a taste of the merchandise?" He spoke lowly, tongue sliding along his teeth. You knew it seemed familiar, but you couldn't imagine why Billy would bring you to Steve's. You sucked in a breath, tilting your head to the side. "Why are we here, Billy?"
His hand slowly tightened grip around your throat, his body gradually pressing against yours. "I'm going to fuck you against the side of my car, so hard that you're going to scream my fucking name. Harrington is gonna watch from his window, and jerk off knowing he will never live up to me." You wanted to protest, wanted to tell him he was a fucking idiot - wanted to hate him for how possessive he was being. Your breath hitched in your throat, swallowing thickly before you spoke. "Someone might see us - his neighbors, people passing by -"
"God, you're so much hotter when you shut the hell up." He interrupted, hooking his finger in the chain around your neck, his other hand taking advantage of the free range your skirt gave him. He slipped two fingers past your thong, sliding them roughly inside you. You held back your groan, inhaling sharply. "You are so fucking wet, it's disgusting. You like the thought of someone watching us, don't you?" Slipping his fingers out slowly, he sucked the juices from them one by one. Immediately he shoved them back into you, rougher this time as he began to finger fuck you. "You're such an asshole, Billy.." his name trailed out in a moan, and God, did he like that. Tilting your head back roughly, he spit in your mouth, getting some sick satisfaction watching his saliva run down your throat. Leaning back to your neck, his teeth grazed your throat as his hand motions quickened. "I'm so close.." you whined, your back arching against the side of the car.
He pulled his fingers out of your pussy almost immediately, a dark lust in his eyes as he stared at you. Biting back any form of protest, you watched him, waiting for him to make his move. "I told you - you don't cum unless I tell you to." His voice was low and husky, his grip around your neck loosening - as if he were giving you a chance to respond. You were quiet for a moment as you watched his hands trail downwards, unbuttoning his jeans. "Do you understand?" He questioned, his tone impatient. You nodded, feeling the tip of his cock graze the outside of your thong, his fingers moving the fabric out of the way. "I want to hear you fucking say it." He demanded, lifting your leg and slipping the tip of his cock past your dripping wet lips. You felt like putty in his hands, completely melting with every word he spoke.
"Yes, Billy - I understand." You breathed, soon rewarded by his cock filling you. Your body shivered with excitement, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pounding into you mercilessly. Bringing his lips to your neck he sunk his teeth into your skin again, a jolt of pain running like electricity through your body. "Fuck-" you groaned, feeling his tongue run along the bite mark. He continued fucking you against the door, his pace quickening and becoming rougher. Pulling away from your neck to look into your eyes, you watched a small trail of your blood drip from the corner of his lips. "You think King Steve would fuck you like this, baby?" He asked with a cocky smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes in obvious annoyance. "Shut the fuck up, Billy, and just fuck me." You snapped, getting tired at how often he brought Steve up.
He leaned down and kissed you hard, using both arms to pick you up from the ground as he continued to pound into you. Feeling yourself growing closer to orgasm, your nails scratched along the back of his neck hard. You knew he was close too, but too focused on your own climax to care. It shot through your body quickly, a wave of pleasure causing your toes to curl. He kept thrusting with no intention of pulling out, his motions becoming aggressive. "Mmm, fuck-" he moaned lowly, staying deep inside you as he filled you with cum. He made sure to hold you upright for a few moments, being sure he filled you to your core. You stayed still, attempting to catch your breath as you leaned your head back against the car.
After a few minutes he finally set you down on your feet, zipping up his jeans as you adjusted your skirt. "Get in the car, I'll take you home. I got somewhere to be." You rolled your eyes and followed suit, getting comfortable in the passenger seat. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to give me time for a little R&R after you fuck me like that." You noted, looking at him for a brief moment. He smirked, slipping a cigarette between his lips. "And yet, you still come back for more."
Damn right. And you hated yourself for it.