⚠️ Daddy Kink/Red Wings⚠️
Summary: Billy sees you walking home after cheerleading practice. He stops and offers you a ride. You hop in his Camaro, one thing leads into another and you're on the hood of his car, legs spread and hands entangled in his mullet.
Written in Billy's POV:
When I was depressed, I usually went out on night drives throughout Hawkins playing my favorites. Guns and roses maybe, a little Van Halen. Just to make me forget, to make me tune out the reality which is my father. That bastard, I'm going to leave after senior year, as soon as I graduate.
Sticking the keys in the ignition, I turned her on, feeling the roar under my seat and spun out of the drive way. Veering down the country roads, I used one hand to press play on the radio. On came Call me by Blondie, one hand on the steering wheel I reached my other hand into my front pocket to grab my cigarettes, popped the case open to stick one in my mouth, eyes flicking from the road to the cigarette so I could reach down the center console to find my lighter.
God, I needed a cigarette so badly, the shit I have to put up with in that house. My hands reached around to find that the lighter was in the cup holder and I brought it up to my face striking it in-front of the cigarette. Inhaled and exhaled, kept the cigarette in between my teeth, dancing along my lips. Discarding the light back into the cup holder, my eyes remained on the road in-front of me. The golden dusk sun was peeking out through the trees as I drove down the country road.
Ahead I could see I was approaching the town, off to my right was the old diner and the ice cream parlor. Exhaling my poison, I steered right, heading into the direction of Hawkins High. Tuning into the radio again, the lyrics shes my cherry pies starting to radiate through my speakers. "Taste so good makes a grown man cry" I sung through the poison on my lips, shit, it was about to hit filter.
I was approaching the high school, driving past the suburbs, just about a couple blocks away when, in the distance, I could see a girl in a cheerleading uniform walking home. Honestly, I knew all the cheerleaders but she looked new, I slowed down to get a good look at the girl. Pulling off to the side of the street next to her walking, I rolled down my window, flicker my filter onto the ground and smiled at her.
Keeping the speed slow with my car to keep up with her pace. "Hey toots, you need a ride home?" We continued rolling down the street her walking and me following in my Camaro.
The girl looked over at me stunned, clutching her backpack handle. Which earned a chuckle from me, she stopped abruptly and I put my car in park, leaving the engine running. We both stared at each other, I raised an eyebrow at her looking for a response.
"Billy?.. what are you doing out here?" She hissed, grabbing at her backpack, nervously fixing at her cheerleading skirt.
"Ahh just getting some air" I leaned back in my seat, placed another cigarette in my lips "hey how do you know me?" I mumbled between the filter, looking over at her.
She nervously fixed her long (Y/H/C) hair behind her ear and leaned into the car window.
"You're Billy Hargrove, Beat King Steve?" She smiled and hovered near the open car window. My eyes wandered to her uniform, seeing the fit of her shirt as it pulled tightly across her chest.
"Answer me princess, do you need a ride home?" I spoke in-between breaths as I lit the cigarette and puffed the smoked towards her. She looked down the street both ways and then shrugged, walking around the car to get into the passenger's side. My eyes wandered as she walked in-front of the hood to her skirt that was swishing as she walked, her cheeks peeking out from under the shorts.
