This Means War // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎

Billy was taken aback by the whole ordeal, on the border of breaking free were it not for the hand you had knotted into his shirt to keep him close. Or maybe it was to anchor yourself instead, willing yourself to go through with your decision having made your mind up.

It was so wrong and you knew your friends would murder you if they knew what you were doing right now - oddly enough though, the excitement that came from that was almost as thrilling as the kiss itself. You were doing something for yourself and couldn't deny how good it felt to kiss him. He settles into it after a beat and raises a hand to lightly cup your cheek as he kisses you back, thumb tugging at your chin ever so slightly to part your lips, leading the way for his tongue to slip past and into your mouth.

He lets out a low groan in his throat as you welcome the gesture, fingers tightening in his shirt in a desperate attempt to get him closer. He notices and leans further over you so you can lay down once more, his upper body angled over you as his ardent lips worked. It was all teeth and tongues, a mess of a kiss in truth, but that added to the intensity of it for you. The sheer amount of simmering passion behind it was blindingly wonderful.

The hand that cupped your cheeked moves to rest on your hip, thumb dipping beneath the fabric of your shirt and tracing over your skin which was ablaze under his touch. A quiet shuddering breath escapes you as you turn your face in a weak attempt to catch a breath that simply morphs into a whimper as his lips move down your neck, his teeth and tongue working the sensitive flesh in such a manner that had heat pooling in your stomach.

How quickly your body reacted to him once you finally gave in to your hidden desires was telling of how hard you'd tried to resist it in the first place, the ache for his touch evident in the way you kept him as close as you could, your hand moving from his shirt to those lengthy curls that sat at the back of his head while he worked on your neck. 

Your lips were parted with heavy breaths as your lids fluttered closed, heightening the sensations he was sending to every cell in your body.

His hand remained on your hips, though his fingers tightened ever so slightly against you, his free hand slipping to the other side of your neck, thumb brushing over your jaw to give his lips better access as it guided your face to the side. A shiver rushes over you and down your spine as he hits a particularly sensitive area beneath your ear, a quiet whimper tearing free from your throat before you can stop it.

A pathetic and needy sound but you didn't care, and he seemed to not give a shit either. If anything, the appreciative noise that sounds in his own throat told you he liked it. 

You wanted more despite the logical part of your brain screaming at you to stop, that this was a bad idea, that he was a bad person... God, she said a lot of things; none of which you wanted to listen to so you don't stop him as he travels even further South to your collarbone and upper chest, lips lavishing every inch of skin he could get to. 

A shiver runs over your spine from the chill of the Winter evening, snapping you free from the sedated state you'd been in under the fervid kisses he was giving you now that his heated body had shifted from where it was on top of you. "Billy... We should go back to the car..." You mumble breathlessly, fingers knotted into his hair in a weak attempt to get him to stop so you could talk to him. 

He rests his forehead to your chest, a low sigh emitting from swollen lips as he tries to regain himself. "Right. Of course." He clears his throat, features shifting into an apologetic yet cheeky grin as he looks up at you. "We should stop. I'm getting a little carried away."

"I'm not saying we should stop." Lips peeling into a sly smirk down at him, you arch a brow suggestively, "I'm just saying the car would be more comfortable, no? And warm?"