Billy Hargrove Imagines

Marks (smut)

Request: Honestly god bless you for writing for billy... it's so hard to find stuff for him. would you be interested in writing a billy piece where he and the reader are sort of fwb and both assured the other that feelings wouldn't develop but the reader catches feelings hard... ending can be angsty (billy doesn't feel that way about reader/just wants sex) or fluffy (mutual admission of love lolol) I'll let you decide THANK YOU you're amazing ❤️❤️

Warnings: Smut, angst, cursing

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

Summary: You and Billy both promised each other that during your arrangement you wouldn't grow feelings for one another. But now that you've broken your side of that deal, it's getting harder by the day.

Word Count: 3,190

Listen To: Meet Me in the Hallway by Harry Styles

You had given Billy a call after waving goodbye to your parents. They were leaving for the weekend to head down to the casino for their anniversary. The second their car pulled out of the driveway you were dialing his number and telling him to come over. It was late, almost 7 o'clock- part of you wished he'd stay the night, but you knew he wouldn't.

After calling him you rushed to the bathroom to get ready. It'd take him ten minutes to get to your house which was enough time for you. You brushed your teeth and put fresh lipstick on, fixing your pajama shorts and tank top. Once you had finished getting ready, you sat yourself down on the couch and waited for Billy to show up. You didn't have to wait long because almost two minutes later your doorbell was ringing. Biting your lip to withhold your smirk, you got up and answered the door.

"Hey, there, hot stuff," he grinned, his body leaning against your door frame. He was wearing a white t-shirt and his usual acid wash jacket. "Miss me so much you couldn't even wait a day for your parents to leave?"

"Would you quit your bullshit and get in here already, Hargrove?" you questioned, scoffing and rolling your eyes. He grinned even wider, kicking himself off of the frame and walking inside. You shut the door before turning around and heading into the kitchen. You and Billy never went straight to sex, you'd occasionally eat or talk or watch a movie.

"You hungry?" you asked, looking over your shoulder as you opened the fridge.

"Yeah, but just your usual sandwich is fine, doll," he replied simply before sitting in the chair at your kitchen table. Your heart fluttered slightly at the name as you pulled out the bread, meat, cheese and condiments. You quickly threw together a sandwich for him, knowing that if he went home tonight he wouldn't get to eat dinner.

"Here you go," you hummed, placing the plate in front of him as you sat in the chair beside him with your glass of water. "What've you been up to? Haven't heard from you since Tuesday."

"Nothin'. Max has been hanging with those four kids so I've been driving her around a lot. Did a bit of basketball the other day, but that Tim kid started opening his mouth so I almost got in another fight," he grumbled, not looking you in the eye. You didn't mind him getting into fights (at least that's what you told him) but you still worried.

"What'd he say?" you questioned, tilting your head and taking a sip of your water, lightly swaying your leg.

"Doesn't matter, don't worry 'bout it," Billy lied, sending a wink your way. You rolled your eyes, knowing you wouldn't get him to open up anytime soon. You told him about what had happened in your week. About your friend, Shelly, getting dumped because her boyfriend was mad that she wanted to spend more time with him.

"It's pathetic. She shouldn't be having to beg for his damn attention," you ranted, angrily stabbing your straw through your ice. "And the worse part? Two days later he was with Talia. Like jesus, have some decency would you?"