Fictional Character Imagine [Smut]

Billy Hargrove

Needy (Billy Hargrove x Reader) //  Stranger Things Credit to @thottybarnes on tumblr

Summary: You remember the reason why Billy Hargrove has changed so quickly.

Warnings: Smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, grabby/desperate/dom!Billy, unprotected sex (wrap ur wang b4 u bang, kiddos!), biting, overstimulation, swearing, tipsy driving (implied)

Nobody quite knew what exactly happened to Billy Hargrove at the end of 1984. Sure, there were charges pressed on him late in the year due to an altercation with Steve Harrington (the charges were pressed by Steve's greedy parents), but he hadn't changed much as a result of that. You knew, however, that it had happened New Year's Eve in the back of a fogged up blue Camaro a block away from Tina's New Year Bash ("A new shot at being a better you!"). Billy as a result of that night had become quieter than he had ever been. He was still the Alpha Male of Hawkins, but he was now a quiet source of power. People moved out of his way now without him making noise, and now they moved out of his way to make a messy path towards you.

His hand was perched now just above your head and you could almost taste the cigarette he had smoked an hour ago along with the mint gum he was now chewing to mask the odor. You closed your locker and sent a coy smile up at him. You shoved your hands into the pockets of his denim jacket that you had refused to give back and tilted your head, teasing him with a small view of the scarred mark he had left on you.

"Can I help you?"

"Isn't that the question of the year." Billy blushed, not finding the willpower to look away from the bruise on your neck.

"If you need something, say it now. Otherwise, I have to get to class." You crooned, reaching to touch his Virgin Mary pendant lightly and smiling softly at the goosebumps that erupted over his chest. You look up at him with a tilted head and waited for any sort of noise to come out of his plump, gaping lips.

"Nothing? Really? Alright, I have to go now, Pretty Boy. Come talk to me when that cat lets go of your tongue."

You had made it to your next class without anyone in your way, arriving three minutes before the class started and sliding into a seat near the front of the class. You loved whenever Billy would walk up to you in the hallway because it made your in-between class commute that much easier. Sure, people had stared and pointed and whispered, but it gave you some sort of power to have so many people talking about you. It was easier to live when you were powerful. You jumped when your best friend Tina slid into the seat behind you and tapped your shoulder hard. You turned around with a smile.

"What's up?"

"I was just about to ask you that!" She squealed quietly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "What the hell is going on with you and Billy? You left him in the hallway and his face was as red as a tomato!"