Blush and Bruises *Billy Hargrove X Reader*

Four

You lay in the tub, running your fingers over the faint bruises and bite marks Billy has left on your body. None of them hurt and they only ever last a few days. But you like to touch them, to imagine his hands and mouth as they leave their marks on you.

You're startled from your daydream when there's a knock on the bathroom door. Nobody was home when you got there and you didn't hear anyone come in. You arm yourself with the closest thing to you, which is unfortunately a bottle of shampoo.

"Who's there?" you call. The fear in your voice betrays you.

The door opens and you throw the bottle at the intruder. "Jesus fuck, Harrington!" Billy yells as the bottle hits him in the chest and explodes.

"Asshole!" you scream and sink down into the tub. "What are you doing here?"

Billy kneels down next to the tub, shampoo splattered across his chest and face. "You said your parents were gone for the weekend. And Steve is out with friends. Which leaves you here," he kisses you, "alone." He slides his hand along your thigh. "With me."

You tug on Billy's shirt and he climbs into the tub with you, his knees on either side of your hips. He holds your face with both hands and kisses you again. You unbutton his shirt and run your hands over his chest.

Teeth find your neck, nipping gently. Fingers curl in your hair and yank your head back, exposing your throat. Billy runs his tongue from your collar bone to your jaw.

*

You wake up in your bed, a little sore between the legs. Billy is leaning out your window, smoking. You roll out of bed and walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and planting kisses on his back.

"I'm surprised you're still here. You usually bolt immediately."

He turns around and pulls you against him. His bare skin is chilly from the cool night air. "My clothes are in the dryer. Hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. But what do you plan to do in the meantime?"

His cigarette dangles from the corner of his mouth. "Fuck you again. What else would I do?"

You shrug. "I dunno. Hang out?"

Billy laughs. "This isn't a 'hang out' type of relationship. Or did you forget that?" He wasn't mean about it, just matter-of-fact.

"No, I know. It's just... I have nothing to do tonight. And I'm sure you don't have a date." Billy raises his eyebrows at you. "Do you? After this?" you ask, trying not to show your disappointment. You knew you weren't the only girl Billy slept with, but that didn't mean you didn't want to feel special sometimes.

"Don't look at me like that," he says. Then he sighs. "You're the only one I'm like this with."

"Rough? Is that supposed to... What? Make me feel special?" Though it was what you wanted, you didn't want it like this.

"Jealousy isn't a good shade on you," he says and flicks his cigarette butt out the window.

"Oh, well what a fucking shame," you spit back.

Billy grabs your jaw with one hand. "Watch the fucking attitude." He lets you go and leaves the room. You run after him.

"I'm sorry! Don't leave, please. Not like that."

He whips around and shoves you up against the wall. "How do you want me to leave? After fucking you so hard you can't walk for the rest of the weekend? 'Cause I can do that for you." You nod vigorously. Billy licks his teeth. "Beg."

You drop to your knees and grab his belt. "Fuck me. Please." He stares at you, unmoved. "Break me, daddy." You slap a hand to your mouth, horrified. It had just slipped out. And you were afraid he wouldn't like being called that.

A smile spreads slowly across Billy's face and you notice his cock getting hard again. "I'll break you, baby. Gladly."

*

By the time Billy had cum on your tits, your body was completely exhausted. You were sore in all the right places. He pulled his clothes from the dryer, kissed you goodbye, and peeled out of the driveway. You wash up and pull on some clothes before laying back down.

A minute later, Steve comes stomping up the stairs. "Please tell me I did not just see a blue fucking Camaro leave our driveway!"

"You didn't see it," you say, unable to move.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Steve paces the room. "I thought I told you to stay the Hell away from him."

"You did. But I can make my own decisions, thank you very much."

Steve runs his hands through his hair and you can tell he's trying not to scream at you. "That guy is a piece of shit, (Y/N). He's gonna fuck you up."

"Really, Steve? What's he gonna do? Break my heart? I'd have to have feelings for him, first."

The feelings you had for that boy were beyond complicated.