This Means War // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

When Billy pulls up outside his house which was allegedly empty, his words are backed up by the fact the place was shrouded in darkness, not a single light on. Apparently his dad and step-mom had traveled to some New Years party and Max was sleeping over at a friends house. 

Teenagers getting some privacy for once? Something entirely unheard of, not that you were complaining. 

He slings his arm over you once you're out of the car and heading inside, lips finding your temple and planting a brief kiss there. A sweet maneuver; entirely unexpected but welcome all the same. 

There wasn't much chance to see the house he guided you through since the lights were off, but it seemed nice from the parts you could see. His bedroom was exactly as you would have imagined it - posters of half naked girls and rock bands, ashtray full of dead cigarettes and half empty cans and bottles of beers littering the sides. 

"It's a little messy," He explains, throwing some clothes from his bed into the bottom of his closet - as if that helped - and then straightening out the comforter and pillows. "It is. But you've seen my room and it wasn't much better," You snort, trying to keep the conversation light. Now that you were actually here, it felt a little tense since you were just waiting for something to happen.

"Right." He perches on the edge of the bed and pats his thigh expectantly, a crooked smirk forming on his face. "C'mere."

Considering he was as inviting as ever, you do just that and settle onto his lap, angling your body towards him and draping an arm over his shoulders. He places a hand over your legs, fingers squeezing the thick flesh there lightly as you settle into him. "What?" Your voice was weak when you spoke, unable to decipher the look he was giving you. It was so intense it made you want to cower away, but you don't.

"I can't just look at you?" He asks, a taunting edge to his voice as his hand rises from your legs to give warmth to your cheek as it settled over it, his other hand coming around you to settle on your hip. 

"You brought me here to look at me?" The joking helped fill the void of apprehension you felt, and it seemed to work as he barked out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Among other things." The eyebrow he raises gestures his darker intentions and you feel your cheeks heat, stomach humming around the pit of desire that was blooming there once more. 

"What other things?" You ask, knowing exactly what the answer was but still trying to cut into the tension you felt building. Those pale blue eyes were watching your every move, dancing over your features; your eyes, your lips, your neck as you swallowed. He seemed almost fascinated by you, enraptured in your being. 

"Can I show you?"

Was he actually asking? Hmm, he was full of surprises. 

Asking as if you hadn't been putty in his expert hands not even an hour ago and then followed him all the way here to his bed, knowing exactly what he wanted. What you wanted as well. You were using him just as much as he was using you. 

"I'm not here for the thrilling conversation." Tracing a fingertip over his shirt, you settle at one of the buttons and toy with it, avoiding his gaze as you fail in hiding your smile. "Yes, obviously, you can show me."

In an instant he shifts you so you're beneath him, his body towering over you and you yelp at the surprise before it morphs into a low laugh. Your legs were parted and bent at the knees as his broad body settled between them. He moves and twists, trying to kick off his shoes you figure and then he's prying your own from your feet. He removes the socks as well and tosses them to the floor, forgotten and unnecessary in his pursuits.

Your jacket was still at Steve's and you only realise this now as he's taking his own off. The least of your worries - it was safe right where it was and meant there was one less layer of fabric between you.