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⇰ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟.
-𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕕.

Hop dropped me back off at home. He got me off, as always. He stopped me as I went to open the door. "No more fighting, even if it is for a good cause," He said. "C'mon, you know I can't let shit like that slide-"
"Especially not for people like him." I let my grip on the door go, sitting back in the seat. "He's a good kid, Hop. He's just got a lot of shit going on. C'mon, you know what that's like." He nodded in understanding. "You're right because I watched it happen with you and your brothers," He started, "Your dad is a piece of shit."
"Wow, no need to shit on yourself like that." A small smile rose to his lips.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't act surprised when you practically raised us." The boys came running out of the house when they saw Hop's car. He rolled down the window to talk to them. "How've you three been?" He asked. "Great, I just got a promotion down at the shop," Cassidy smiled. "We gonna watch the game on Friday?" Ashton asked. "Yeah, stop by at Eight as always."
I gave Hop a quick hug before leaving them to talk.
The house was actually silent for once besides the TV in the living room. The kids were all watching some movie, Billy sitting off to the side of them.
"I'm back," I grinned. "Bex!" Dustin was the first one to get to me before they piled on.

"Wow, maybe I should get arrested more often," I joked. Billy stood off to the side, watching the kids get their hugs in before they wandered off. "You're just like me and Steve, hot shot."
He cocked an eyebrow at me. "No, I was just keeping an eye on them for you. I still hate the little shits."
I rolled my eyes. "I apologized to Lucas if that's what you were wondering."
"Oh yeah?" I questioned. He nodded his head, humming in response. "Gotta admit, what you did was kind of hot." He took a step closer to me. "Pretty badass, to be honest," He continued, taking another step.

"You comin' on to me, hot shot?"
His world-famous smirk had crept out of the shadows. "Onto you... Into you..."
The door closed from behind us. "Gross, get a room," Ashton fake gagged. "We will." I dragged Billy up the steps into my room, shutting the door and locking it behind us. I ripped his jean jacket from his arms pushing him down on the bed. His hands firmly gripped my waist, hunger festering in his eyes.
"You gonna keep staring or are you gonna do something?" He squeezed just a little tighter.
"Put that anger to good use, Hargrove."

He flipped us over, now on top. His lips met mine with rage, anger, everything he hated about himself was being released. His fingers trailed down to my jeans, ripping them open and popping the button off.
"Good going, now I have to fix them-" His lips trailed down to my sweet spot, and my words got caught in my throat. He grunted, pleased with my reaction. Control. It was all about control with him right now, so I let him take it.
He flipped me over, tearing my jeans off my legs in the process. His fingers played with the lacy patterns, running one over my heat.

He ripped them right off, not even bothering to save me some money. "Rubbers?" He asked. "Nightstand."
He rustled through it before finding one and ripping it open with his teeth. "Maybe you'd like to hurry up?"
He huffed. "Won't be saying that when it's in."
Billy slammed into me, filling me up all at once. "Fuck..." My breath hitched as he kept going. He snaked his hand down my back and all the way up to my curls. He gripped them, dragging my head back and placing kisses on the open area. "Who's is it, Déja?" He sent shivers down my spine, strokes being consistent the entire time. "Your's."
He squeezed my neck, "Say my name, Déja."
He let go of his grip on my neck and turned it to my hips, squeezing tight as he pounded even harder.

"Say it." I practically hear his smirk as my eyes rolled back. He went harder, faster and deeper the longer I took to answer. My ass burned as his hand met, and my twisted and turned in all the best ways. He slid out, flipping me over again. A smirk spread across his lips as he took in my battered state. He slid back in, slowly, pushing in and out and watching my body shake for more.
'Please...'

"Because you asked so nicely..." He quickened his pace, going in rough like he had done before. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, pushing himself in deeper than before. I could feel that sweet knot in my stomach about to burst.
Tears of pleasure welled in my eyes, whimpers escaping my mouth that I had never heard before. He was driving me crazy.
This time, I flipped us, sitting up on the bed and riding him. His lips met mine again, and the fire had died out. It was replaced with something more, something sweeter and brighter than a fire could ever burn.

He grabbed hold of my waist when my legs grew tired, bouncing me up and down by his own will. "Billy..."
"There it is."
My back arched as we met the end of our joyride, feeling him fill me up. We rode out the rest of our high before collapsing on the bed.
He pulled me into his arms, throwing the sheet over us. "God, you're so hot."
"Think they heard you?" I asked. "No, but they definitely heard you."
Just then, someone pounded on the door. I wrapped part of the sheet around me and reached over to unlock it.
Dustin and Lucas came in with their eyes covered. "God, it smells like sex in here."

"What do you geeks want?" I asked. "Drive us to the movies?" Lucas smiled, eyes still covered. "I have a sheet on dickhead." They hesitantly brought their hands down, eyes widening at Billy and I's current state. "How's she gonna drive when she can't even walk," He laughed. "I can walk." went to get off the bed, only for Billy to catch me when my legs gave out. "That's what I thought."
I smiled up at him, "Take them for me?"
He rolled his eyes, slipping off the rubber from under the sheets and typing it up. "Whatever, be back in twenty."

I was out for the count when the door closed behind them.