Who Says Three is a Crowd? (Under Construction)

*Chaos

A/N: 7/22/23 I will be slowly updating this story. It was one of the first stories I wrote and I feel it lacks a lot of development and needs some editing and revising. I will put a little star by the ones that have been updated! Thanks so much for reading. 🖤
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"I'm not doing this again y/n." Billy booms loudly as he paces across the floor of your living room. You turn to look at him, watching as his pretty eyes narrow on yours.

His face is scrunched up slightly, a little snarl of his lip making his frustration clear as his boots stomp across the wooden panels. You see his sandy curls falling perfectly around his face, a cigarette dangling from his pretty lips.

"Well if you didn't flirt with everything that has tits, we wouldn't always be having this argument." you snap back, causing him to stop his pacing.

"It's not flirting, I was just being fucking polite." Billy grumbles as he takes a long drag off his cigarette. He lets the smoke roll smoothly out of his nostrils as his eyes burn into yours.

"Whatever, this is exhausting." you sigh, turning to walk away.

Wait for it.

You feel his rough hand on you as he reaches out to grab your arm, swiftly pulling you into him.

There it is.

"Come on, baby," he says softly, the attitude leaving his voice, "I don't wanna fight with you."

You look up into his blue eyes and your heart skips a beat. His face softens as his gaze flicks between your lips and back up to your eyes. He was gorgeous and it was hard to stay mad at him when he looked at you like that.

"I don't wanna fight either but I'm tired of this, Billy. We've been together for 2 fucking years and I still don't feel like I'm enough for you. I shouldn't feel this way." you say in a hushed tone.

"You are enough, you're all I want. I promise." he burns in a husky voice. That voice.

He knew what he was supposed to say and he knew how to say it. But you knew he didn't mean it. Not completely.

He places his hand under your chin lifting your face to his once again. Then you feel his soft lips against yours.

"I'm sorry, baby." he apologizes, kissing you again, his lips lingering this time. My Billy.

Your arms slowly go up around his neck as you melt into his kiss.

You couldn't resist him. It didn't matter what he did.

His arms wrap around your waist tightly as he pushes you against the wall. You part your lips allowing his eager tongue to slip inside.

He lifts you up quickly, his strong arms coming under your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"I love you, baby." he mumbles against your lips as he holds you up against the wall. You can feel his excitement through his jeans.

Fuck, I'm obsessed.

You bite down on his lip and he moans lightly, a deep rumble erupting from his chest.

"I love you, too." you whimper before slamming your lips back to his.

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Billy Hargrove. Your first love. Your first everything. Your relationship was rocky sometimes but you loved him, more than anything.

You began dating your senior year of high school. He had just moved here from California and had every girl at Hawkins High drooling over him, including you.

You never thought you had a chance. It wasn't even on your radar. You would see him parading around the school, girls following after him everywhere he went. He was dreamy and he captured the hearts of all of us as soon as he pulled up in that Camaro and hopped out wearing those tight jeans.

You weren't exactly the preppy cheerleader type that he seemed to go for. So you kept your distance. Until one night at some random party at Tommy Hagan's house. Billy was drunk as shit and wandered outside to find you sitting alone smoking.

He sat down next to you and very quickly turned on his classic Hargrove charm. When he tried to make his move, you had shoved him away, telling him he was too drunk and wouldn't even remember this in the morning. He mumbled something about you being a prude and stomped off.

The next day at school you received a note in your locker.

Turns out, I remember. I'm sorry for last night. Please let me take you on a date. ~Billy, the drunk asshole

And from there, everything was history. You quickly fell in love with him. You never wanted to be apart. It started as an infatuation. The two of you using each other to escape your worlds. Wild sex, fights, parties. Anything to distract both of you from your shitty life. But you slowly opened up to each other over time. Your relationship grew and then the two of you were completely in love and inseparable.

Though he drove you crazy half the time, you always wanted him. Craved him. He had a lot of issues at home. His dad being a grade A asshole. The closer you got the more he leaned on you and you on him. Your mom being a piece of shit herself. He was sweet to you most of the time. But you also fought a lot. You both had a bit of a temper and it was hard to be with someone whose entire image screamed sex.

Fuck, the sex. You couldn't get enough of him. He was skilled in every way possible. His tongue, his hands, and god, the feeling of him inside of you. The way he explored your body was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Fighting and fucking, making up and making love. It became a routine for you.

This love was complicated. It was fun, it was intoxicating, it was heated, it was exhausting, it was pure chaos. And you fucking loved it.