Billy Hargrove Imagines

Not a Bad Thing (smut)

Request: "Hey i was wondering if once you got the time if you could maybe write a billy hargrove shower sex scene with the reader (girl) you dont have to start it out with that like you can gradually make it into the part lol and theyre friends with benefits who have feelings for eachother and dont admit it. also the part isn't planned billy like sneaks into the shower with her and thats what it turns into if that makes sense, thank you so much & i love your stories!!"

Summary: You and Billy have been best friends for a while, but when he comes over unexpectedly, things change.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Warnings: So. Much. Smut. Cursing

Word Count: 3,681

A/N: Thank you so much for my first official request! I tweaked it slightly, so that instead of Friends With Benefits, they're really close friends since I've already done a story similar to fwb. I hope you don't mind, and I hope you enjoy it. Also, feel free to check out my other stuff over on @imagineaworlds under the name @rune-of-a-writer

A/N(2): What people think shower sex is: This vs what is really is: A Disaster.

The end of your pencil tapped against the edge of your desk, the side of your head resting on your hand. Your leg bounced to the same rhythm as your pencil, while you listened to your English teacher finish up telling you guys about a project. You were all reading Lord of Flies, or at least had read it, and now needed to do the final project for it. You were aloud to work in groups of up to four, but you knew you'd only be working with one person-your best friend, Billy Hargrove.

Billy's step-mom, Susan, and your own mother were close friends. They worked together, and when you had been invited over for dinner the first week they moved to Hawkins, you and Billy had clicked. The two of you spent most of the night in his room, flipping through his vinyl's and helping him hang up his posters. You couldn't help but mock him about the clichè Playboy posters he had, and all the random crap in his room. But the two of you hit it off, becoming close friends quick.

And now he was your partner for every English assignment, Art project, and Science project. Those were the three classes you shared together. The first time you tried pairing up with someone other than him, a girl named Cheryl, he didn't speak to you for three whole days. Even when he drove you to and from school, he blared his music so loud your ears rang for hours afterwards. Only after the project was over, and you showed up at his door with two tickets to see The Goonies, did he cave.

Once your teacher had finished giving out her information and instructions, the class dispersed to get with their groups or partners. You leaned your head back, already finding Billy getting up from his seat behind you. He tossed his backpack onto the now-vacant desk beside yours, slamming his body into the chair with a grunt. This was your cue to get up and go get the poster board you would need for the project. You returned with a plain, white board compared to the other varying colors of purple, green, blue and red.

"Get your gross feet off the desk," you ordered, glaring down at Billy since your hands were preoccupied. Billy rolled his eyes, but complied and removed his feet, the legs of the chair falling back onto the floor.

"Alright, doll, what's the plan?" Billy questioned, reaching into your backpack and pulling out your personal copy of the book. You'd already read the book various times throughout middle school and early high school, so you and Billy switched off borrowing your book.

"I figured I'd paint the board, sort of like a collage. Have the plane wreckage, pigs running around a campfire, a jungle, lions and the ocean," you explained, looking down at him from the other side of the desk.