sins of my youth. // Billy Hargrove x oc !plus size

Bonus One Shot ➶ Angel Cake

A/N: As requested, here's the smutty one shot I wrote. I actually wrote this before writing the fic as a teaser to figure out some of their dynamic. 

Former enemies, now friends and maybe lovers, Billy Hargrove and Evie Fenny start teasing in a church confessional. Things take a turn for the heated when Billy's imagination gets away from him. Just plain old nasty smut. Thanks again and let me know if you enjoyed the fic! Recs, comments, and votes mean a lot!!!

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   "You really have to go to this thing?" Billy's Camaro roared into a church parking lot. Looked out of place there. Multicolored tulips swept against the spring wind, too pleasant before the fender.

"Told mom I'd help out. I'm not staying for the festivities, they just need extra hands setting up the food and Easter egg hunt." Aviators flashed at Evie in the passenger seat.

Billy with his arm propped in the window. Denim jacket and white button down tucked into tight jeans. Cigarette dangling out his lips. Exceptionally pretty, even against all the pastel flowers and banners set for the holiday.

"What a good daughter. Santa ought to put you on the nice list for sure." He plucked the smoke out to exhale as she brought the car mirror down.

"Hell, I forgot I had red on today. You have napkins in here?" She opened the glovebox to sift through papers. Billy extended his arm.

"Use the jacket, give me something messy to remember you by." A wink followed before she took his wrist and smacked a ruby kiss into his forearm, printing the light wash. Eyes flicked as some of the red lipstick got swiped away, leaving a more pink tint behind.

"Thanks, I guess."

"Red is the devil's color, Evangeline." Came some mocking in a horrid southern accent. She scoffed with her eyes elsewhere.

"You could always come help if you're going to pout." She dug around her purse.

"Not pouting. Churches and I don't mix. It's the one thing dad and I agree on." Billy pulled his shades down and folded them into his front pocket with the cigarettes.

"Well, pick me up in an hour, we'll go catch something scary and sinful." She applied chapstick and rubbed her lips together.

"Sinful? I like that." Billy's fingers squeezed her thigh, hot on skin and just barely under the little black suspender skirt. Evie wore a brightly colored tee with sunflowers all over it. Her usual green bomber jacket covered in patches. "That new?"

"The chapstick? No, it's tinted and smells like watermelon though."

"Let me try." Billy saw her offer the tube and instead pulled her in by the collar for a kiss. Mashing their lips together. He flicked his tongue out for good measure and heard her gasp against his ferocity. It still managed to catch her off guard. A light smack when he parted, tonguing his bottom lip. "Mm, tastes like watermelon too."

"Billy, there are people over there." She pushed his wandering hand out of her skirt.

"I'd like to see Jesus himself come out and...what the fuck is that?" Billy's finger lifted so Evie followed it to see the Easter Bunny leaving a lone side door. Lavender fur with white tufts, huge goofy grin.

"Yeah, they have someone dress up every year for when the kids arrive, which is in about sixty minutes, so I gotta go." Evie had Billy's wrist again to check the time. Pecked his cheek and shifting before he about howled. "What?" Her body jumped at the sound.

"No fucking way!" Billy was scrambling out because the bunny head had come off so a quick smoke could be snuck around back. "No way! Hey, Harrington! That you, amigo? What's up, doc?"