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You sprayed some cologne on your neck and wrist, adjusting your chain and humming to Let’s Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire. You stepped back to look at yourself in the mirror, grinning at your appearance.
“I’m coming!” You shouted. You walked over to the door and exited the house to see your boyfriend, Billy.
“Impatient much,” you glare, starting to walk towards the blue Camaro.
“I could smell you from my car,” Billy retorted, landing a small smack on your ass before going around his side of the car.
You rolled your eyes and got in the passenger seat. You watched Billy as he started playing his rock music and turned up the volume. He reversed out of your driveway and sped down the street.
You entered the crowded and loud house where the party was being held. Billy trailing right behind you. “I wonder if Steve is here,” you murmured.
“Why the hell does it matter if he’s here or not?” Billy scoffed.
“Calm yourself, I don’t plan on fucking anybody else,” you narrowed your eyes at him. Then Billy was approached by some of the guys that probably didn’t go to your school.
“Billy! My man!” One of them greeted him. “And a new face.” He looked over at you.
“This is y/n, he’s a good friend of mine,” he put an arm around you, bringing you closer. You felt your eye twitch at the words “good friend”.
A good friend? A good friend?! I’ll show him a good friend. You smirked to yourself before turning towards the strangers.
“Nice to meet you,” you spoke in a tone that you only used around Billy. He obviously noticed and looked at you weirdly. “I’m gonna find Harrington.” You told them, waving to the others and glancing back at Billy as you walked away. A strike of anger flashing through his eyes.
You eventually found Steve and started talking with him. Taking in a couple beers and keeping an eye on Nancy. You currently sat next to Steve, your legs slightly tangled in each other.
“So what’s up with you and Hargrove?” Steve asked, saying his name with a scowl.
“We’re just good friends and he’s still as much of a prick as ever,” you replied, your body now more relaxed and your vision slightly blurry. You didn’t even notice your hand sitting on his thigh.
“When is he not an asshole? Don’t know how you deal with em’,” Steve slurred with a scoff.
“Neither do I, Harrington, neither do I,” you sighed, taking another sip of your beer.
“I’m goin’ to get another beer,” he stood up. You caught Billy’s eyes on you, a smirk on your face.
“I’ll come with,” you turned back to Steve, standing up with him and walking with him to the kitchen. Weaving in between students making out or doing something crazy.
“Whatever is in this punch… is strong as shit,” Steve gulped, wiping his mouth after taking down some of the drink.
“The stronger the better,” you shrugged, bumping your hip into his jokingly. You dip your cup into the pinch once again, taking the whole cup down. You laughed once you finished.
You continued talking with Steve, dropping subtle hints and flirting with him. Laughing and consistently touching him. Knowing that Billy’s eyes were on you. At some point, you were sitting so close to Steve that Billy was going to explode.
You looked up at Billy approached the two of you. “What you want Hargrove?” Steve glared up at him, slurring his words to the point they were barely comprehensible. Billy grabbed you and pulled you off the couch.
“For you to stay the fuck away from my boyfriend,” he hissed. He dragged you up to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
“Oh so now I’m your boyfriend?” You titled your head to the side.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Billy ignored your question.
“Nothing,” you shrugged. “Why do care anyways? I’m just a good friend.” You recall his words from earlier. Billy grabbed the collar of your shirt, throwing you up against the door. You whimpered at the impact.
“Is that an excuse for flirting with Harrington?” He peered his face closer to yours. You stayed silent and just stared at him. “What happened to not fucking anybody else huh?” He pushed you back against the door again.
“If I want to fuck him, then I’m going to do it,” you muttered under your breath.
“What was that?” Billy glared into your hazy eyes.
“I said, if I want to fuck him then I’m going to. You won’t do shit about it,” you spat. Billy chuckled and swiped his tongue over his lip. He swiftly forced you down onto your knees. He kept one hand on your head and used the other to undo his belt and unzip his pants.
You watched slightly nervous as Billy extracted his cock. He glared down at you and you glared back up at him. “Open your mouth, slut,” he ordered. You reluctantly opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around his tip. “I’ll show you who this body fucking belongs to.”
Without warning he bucked his hips, pushing his full length filling your mouth. You gagged and tears brimmed your eyes quickly. You gripped his thighs, digging your nails into the denim. “C’mon babe, you can take it,” he cooed.
He continued to fuck your throat, listening to you gag and choke on his dick only brought him closing to cumming. He panted, leaning against the door and gripping your hair tighter. Billy glanced down at you, noticing the erection stuck in your pants. “Th-this is what you wanted a-all along, huh? To be treated like a little…whore,” Billy stammered through his heavy breathing. He wiped your tears away with a grin.
You reached down with one hand, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. You sneakily slipped your hand into your pants and began to pleasure yourself in anyway possible. Billy immediately took noticed, knocking your hand out of your pants with his foot. “You touch yourself and I’ll leave you here like this,” he snarled.
You hummed, the vibrations from your throat drove Billy crazy. “Fuck you’re good, babe,” A groan erupted from Billy’s throat as he shot his seed down your throat. You forced your head back, giving you a second to breath. Billy removed his hand from your head and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I want you to swallow it. All of it.” He ordered.
You did as he said like an obedient puppy. Billy opened your mouth once you swallowed, a satisfied grin on his face. “So you are a good slut,” he hummed before pulling his pants back up. Your eyes widened. He was just gonna leave you here? Just like that?
You moved yourself from in front of the door as he opened it. He turned back to catch a glimpse of your surprised face. “If I’m feeling generous, I’ll come back for you. And warning for next time, don’t get that close to anybody else. Ever.” he warned before leaving you there in the bathroom. Your neglected dick still throbbing in your pants.
“Fucking asshole,” you scoffed, resting your head on the sink cabinet.