Billy Hargrove Imagines

Worth My Time (slight smut)

Summary: When a certain blond interrupts your bath, it's safe to say you're a little mad.

Warnings: slight smut, cursing

A/N: I'm sort of burnt out when it comes to Billy smut, so I'm really sorry this is shit. 

It was late, around 8 o'clock or so, and you found yourself submerged in your warm bath. Your (h/c) hair was pulled into a messy bun, making sure none of the dry strands came in contact with the water or the scented bubbles. You had never felt more blessed in your entire life. For once, you were the only one home. Your parents were out on a date night (the first one they'd had in months), your twin sister Nancy was out on a rendezvous with Jonathan Byers, and your younger brother, Mike, was out with his friends. So you were left on your lonesome, chin deep in cherry scented bubbles with your Signature Soy candles releasing sea blossom and peach dahlia aroma's. You could feel yourself drifting off, bubbles fizzing at the tips of your fingers and occasionally floating high enough to pop on your nose.

But then. Then the most obnoxious knock you had heard came from your front door. Your eyes flew open, anger bubbling higher than the ones in the bathtub. You waited, not making a sound. There weren't any cars in the driveway, so maybe the visitor would think nobody was home and leave. But then there was another knock, more incessant than the last. Then another. And another.

"Oh for the love of..." you grumbled, pulling yourself out of the bath. Bubbles clung to your wet skin, and you didn't bother washing them off- you wouldn't be entertaining your guest for long anyways. You ripped your black, velvet robe from the back of the bathroom door and haphazardly wrapped it around you. It formed a perfect V down your chest, stopping slightly below your boobs. The robe kept them covered, but you didn't pay much attention to it as you stormed down the stairs, making sure your visitor could hear your angry stomps.

You swung open the front door, with full intent to wreak havoc on the person in front of you. However, the only thing you could muster was, "What the fuck," when you were met with Billy Hargrove. He stood at the front door, his red shirt barely buttoned past his belly-button, and his leather jacket around his shoulders. He had cut his hair recently; the once long, curly blond locks were now short and wavy. His eyes racked up and down you, a lazy smirk forming.

"Hello to you too, Wheeler," he grinned, propping his forearm on the door frame, leaning forward a bit. "Didn't mean to catch you at a good time," he snickered.

"Then leave," you snapped, beginning to shut the door. But his boot had shoved its way through, keeping the door from closing.

"Can't do that, doll," he sighed. "Ya see, my little sister, Maxine, has gone missing," he said sadly, a false expression on his face. You rolled your eyes, cracking your jaw in annoyance.

"You and I know damn well you don't give two shits 'bout Max," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Unbeknownst to you, this only made your unsupported boobs lift up, your robe slipping slightly. Billy's smirk grew, as he struggled to keep his eyes trained on your own.

"That's where you're wrong, babe. I care about Max. And I'd very much like to find her. You wouldn't happen to where she is, would you? Only take a moment to get an address," he grinned, briefly flicking his eyes over your shoulder to confirm that nobody else was in the house. You thought for a moment. You could just give him the address of the Byer's easily, and send him on his way. It would only take two minutes, at most.

"Hurry up, it's freezing," you snapped finally, opening the door wider for him. Billy came in, eyeing you as you shut the door and began to walk to the kitchen.

"Wouldn't be so cold if you had on more than that robe," he snarked, leaning over your kitchen counter. You snapped your head up at him, giving him a glare.

"I was having a nice bath before you showed up, actually. I didn't exactly have time to get dressed," you huffed, ripping off a piece of paper from the tablet hanging on the wall. You reached into the kitchen drawer and pulled out a pen.

"Didn't mean to disturb you princess," Billy snickered, watching your every move. You rolled your eyes and returned to the counter, leaning across from him.

"She, and the others, should be at the Byer's. They usually play Dungeons and Dragons here, but because Will's been having a tough time lately, I guess they went there," you explained to him, beginning to write down the address. Billy couldn't hear you. He was too focused on the way your chest pressed against the countertop, your hand furiously scribbling down words. The black robe had slipped off your shoulder slightly, and he could see faint traces of bubbles in the divet of your collarbone.

"Well," he said slowly, removing himself from the counter, "if she's over there and just playing a board game, then I guess she's not in any danger," he said, moving himself closer to you. You looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed.

"Hargrove, what the hell. You drive all the way over here, make me get out of the damn bath, stand in the cold while I'm dripping wet, only to tell me 'it doesn't matter'? Are you shitting me?" you exclaimed, slamming the pen down on the counter. Billy was right beside you now, his blue eyes no longer trying to hide their gaze as they travelled your body.

"Mhmm... Let me make it up to you," he hummed, reaching a finger out to diffuse the bubbles in your collarbone. Your skin shivered at his warm touch, your cold body wanting to get closer.

"And why should I do that? What makes you think you're worth that kind of time?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow as he stepped forward, his hand sneaking around to your waist. He jerked you closer, your hands slamming into his chest.

"I'll show you I'm worth that kind of time," he whispered, before leaning down to kiss you roughly. A small gasp escaped your mouth, but you reached up to run your hands through his hair, tugging at the short strands.

His hands gripped your hips, lifting you onto the counter behind you, the cold marble causing you to shiver. His mouth nipped from your lips down your jaw, sucking a dark mark at the edge of your jawline.

"I can't cover that up, Hargrove," you yelped, yet the legs you had around his waist pulled him closer.

Billy smirked against your skin, making his way down to your chest. "That's the point, doll face. Now shut up, your bath is gonna get cold soon," he purred, pulling the velvet material of your black robe away from your boob, exposing your nipple. Instantly he pulled it closer to him, sucking on the sensitive flesh. You tilted your head to the side, using your grip on his hair to keep him in place as you moaned quietly.

If this is what kind of time Billy Hargrove was worth, than you didn't mind at all.