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You sighed softly to yourself as you stood right outside your locker at school. You had taken to getting to school early, a time before most students had even stepped foot on campus but most teachers were already in their classrooms prepping for the lecture they were to give that day. The off-white metal door was littered with small sticky notes and marker writings. Covered in horrendous nicknames most of the student body had begun to call you. Here in Hawkins, Indiana you were frequently picked on. It was such a close knit, small town that pretty much everyone knew each other and followed what was considered the norm. If you were even the slightest bit different that they didn’t take in a good way, then the wolves jumped out of their sheep costumes to devour you whole. ‘Fatty’, ‘whale’, ‘lose some weight loser; and many other things covered the locker, completely digging a serrated dagger into your self confidence and slowly dragging it down forcing you to bleed. What hurt the most out of all these little notes, was the big black painted letters that were still wet due to the heavy amount of liquid used to write ‘Cow’ in all capitals across the entirety of your lockers surface. With a bucket full of warm soapy water and a rag already at your feet, you rolled up your sleeves to your sweater before dunking the rag into the water and getting to work trying to scrub off all the paint and marker.
This wasn’t the first time this has happened, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. When this first began it tore you asunder. You weren’t a new student, you had lived in Hawkins all your life and knew tons of people, friends with many. This past summer, however, you went out of state for most of the break, spending it with your grandmother whose health was on a serious decline. You wanted to spend every last minute you could with her, and in doing so she cooked all your favorites, and you did the same for her. You didn’t want her cooking to disappear, some recipes she made just would never be the same once she was gone. So, you made sure to cherish each and every bite, often gorging yourself to the point of sickness. When she finally passed, the only company you could find solace in for the rest of summer was the food she made and left behind for you. With all the eating you had done it wasn’t a surprise that you had gained weight. You weren’t obese by any means, just a bit thicker or chubbier than the average Hawkins pencil that walked your school's corridors. You had to get a new wardrobe, some clothes still fit from before thanks to the stretch in them but a majority of it you did end up replacing. When your friends first saw you they were kind (or tried to be) about it at first, dancing around the subject like scared little ballerina’s. At least, you thought it was kind at first, but in hindsight you could see that they were just being subtle-pricks.
‘I don’t mean to sound rude but, did you gain a bit of weight over the summer?’
‘Your face is a little rounder, do you mind if I try your makeup a different way?’
‘Did you want to go shopping with me? I’m not sure we’ll find something in your size though.’
You grimaced at the memories of the backhanded and rude comments your friends made. How could you have been so blind and naive to think they weren’t being rude? As you continued to rub desperately against the metal, you were happy to find that most of the paint hadn't quite settled yet. Dipping your rag into the bucket of water and ringing it out, you watched the water become cloudy and murky from the paint beginning to mix into it before dunking it again and trying to scrub harder to get the marker off now.
The bullying and harrassing was like a rollercoaster, the subtle comments were only the beginning of a steady climb. Building up one by one, leading higher and higher, until finally one day it reached its peak. The day summer came to an official end and the first day of school started up. The school had been in an uproar about a new student who had just recently moved to town, murmuring about who it could be, what they looked like, etc. When the roar of a Camaro broke through a sea of students walking and piling into the highschool building, girls were instantly swooning at the sun-kissed hunk of muscle that exited once the car was parked. Girls were mumbling about so many things, the way his ass looked in his jeans, how lovely and dark his skin looked. While he walked in with an air of confidence you had resigned to hiding in your car, not even sparing the engine roar or new kid a glance. Anxiety was becoming your new best friend, reminding you of all the little snide comments that had been made just a few weeks prior. You didn’t have a problem with your weight originally, you had plucked out a new wardrobe that made you feel perfect and beautiful. However, even in your most expensive and gorgeous looking dress today and your makeup done right to try and make a good first impression on a new day of school, you were drowning in fear. You didn’t know if you could face those kinds of comments in the hall and whatever possible side-eye these people were going to give you. With your hand wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, looking at your watch and seeing you only had a few minutes left before class would begin you grabbed your bag and forced yourself out of the car and shut the door with a little nudge of your hip.
You could feel the eyes, so, so, so many eyes before you were even five steps away from your car. Whatever books that didn’t fit in your bag you carried in by your hands. To some people you recognized as your ‘friends’ you gave them a tepid smile and little wave only to get their backs and mumbles of horrible whispers in return. You tucked your head back down quickly and made your way into the school, walking as quickly to your locker as your feet would let you without tripping. Seeing the familiar number of your miniature schoolbook apartment, you entered the combination and began emptying your bag and placing all your brand new school books for the year in it before grabbing the ones you’d need for the first two or three classes. Right before you were about to shut your locker a young man had found himself purchased right beside your open locker door, a bright red head behind him.
“Hey, you’re uh.. You’re (y/n) right?” You moved your locker door just a bit in order to get a better look at his face. His skin from forehead to collar bone was absolutely covered in freckles, his hair brown and styled like he had just been sat in front of a portable fan on its highest setting. While you were generally nice to everyone, even for you there were still people you didn’t associate with and couldn’t bother remembering the names of. This particular person, you couldn’t remember. After a second of processing his question, you gave a small nod to indicate that you were indeed the person he had been looking for.
“Oh really? I almost didn’t recognize you!” The red haired girl gasped in fake excitement, moving forward a little to playfully hit your arm which you found a little too rough. The boy behind her snickering and standing up a bit straighter.
“Yeah, I almost didn’t recognize her either, probably, because she looks like a cow! ” As the boy screamed the back end of his sentence you felt your blood turn cold.
This was the peak, right before the racing plunge of the rollercoaster.
Laughter erupted from every person in the hallway, and seemed to travel down wherever there were still students standing and mingling. Almost as if everyone in this shithole of a town was in on the sick joke that was being played upon you. You watched a group of boys walk up to him, murmuring the name ‘Tommy’ and it dawned on you why you had never hung out with this guy nor knew his name. This man was the grade-A asshole of the school, possibly the entire town. As people you knew and thought you could trust ,as well as those who you never interacted with before, laughed in your face you found yourself frozen. As if your feet had been covered in cement and kept you from running away. It wasn’t until the redhead, who you now remembered to be Carol, faked a gasp and called out ‘Look at the big fat cow crying! ’ that you reached a hand up to touch your cheeks and noticed tears spilling down the sides of your face. From that day on, it only got worse and it got worse quickly. The name calling became mean notes in class, then it became hair pulling, then it became nasty lunch plates of mixed food being shoved in front of you and being ordered to eat it before you ran away. Finally, it ended up here, where anything you owned was desecrated by the people who seemed to love tormenting you.
At first you tried to pretend like you were fine. After the first day you pretended like you couldn’t hear them, dressed your best in things you thought you looked cute in. It sucked, but who were you to let people you’d possibly never see again after graduation break you down? So, you pretended to not notice or care. As that serrated knife cut through you, deeper, harder, bleeding you of your self confidence day and night, it became harder and harder to pretend like you were okay. Eventually you stopped putting effort into your make up, and then you stopped wearing skirts and dresses all together, opting for an oversized shirt, oversized sweater and some jeans. If it was oversized at this point, you owned it and you wore it, trying to cover up the mistake you saw as your body. Reminiscing about all that’s happened and the constant bullying that’s been going on for days, weeks, now months at this point, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted as you dropped the rag into the blackened water and sank down to sit on the floor. You brought your stained and damp hands up to your face, trying to wipe and stop the flow of your tears as you allowed yourself to be consumed by the raw emotions you had bottled up and held back for so long. You sat there, wallowing in your sadness for who knows how long until someone startled you out of your depressed trace by clearing their throat. You looked up at the man before you, clad in jeans and a matching denim jacket, a white button up shirt tucked into his pants and the top two or so buttons undone. You remember seeing this guy hanging out and around Tommy and couldn’t help but use the back of your sweater sleeves to try and dry your face and will your eyes to stop watering.
“What, did you come here so early just to make fun of me too?!” Your words were like viper venom, coming out much more toxic than you meant them to. The guy gave you a hard stare, sighing in frustration at the sudden anger being lashed out at him before just silently rolling up his denim sleeves and grabbing the rag from the bucket beside you. You watched as he moved to try and scrub the rest of the marker off your locker before looking at you.
“I came here to clean this shit off. Now, are you going to sit there crying like a baby, or do you want your locker to actually look clean before the principal decides to rip your ear off?” He cocked a brow at you in frustration, clearly not liking the idea of being the only one to do the work and pulled a clean rag that was hanging from his back pocket and tossing it into the bucket in order for it to soak up water.
“Now come on, I’m not gonna stand here and scrub all damn day,” he muttered. In response you just gave a little nod of your head. Grabbing the new rag that had just been tossed into the bucket you got to work scrubbing your locker once more.
“You’d think being in a town that smelt like cow shit they’d know what a real cow would fuckin’ look like,” he mumbled.
When he said that, you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it or not. It made you pause for just the smallest of moments to let what he said really register in your brain. Was that supposed to be a compliment? Something to halt the self-confidence knife that had torn your subconscious asunder? Or was he simply talking to himself and you had just so happened to hear him due to the close proximity of one another? When he saw you not cleaning he barked another order at you to get scrubbing, causing you to nod your head quickly and begin wiping at the metal door once more. While the guy wasn’t looking you stole small glances of him from the corner of your eye. You raked your brain for a name as you imprinted his looks into your memory. Curly, dirty blonde hair fashioned into a mullet, baby blue eyes similar to that of the ocean you so wished to see one day. Tanned skin that rivaled everyone's paler complexion in this town. You remember seeing this guy often hanging out with Tommy’s clique, the ones that enjoyed seeing you suffer the most, Billy is what they called him. While Tommy, Carol, and any one else in their group laughed or pointed at you in the halls you couldn’t find a single picture in your head where Billy had joined in on the fun. Maybe he felt above it all, or maybe he saw you much lower than him and not even worth making fun of. Either way, you were thankful to have him here now helping you wash the door of your locker, his strength helping to scrub away the last little bit leftover easier than your hands could.
“If you’re doing this out of pity, ya know you don’t have too?” You kept your eyes trained on your hands, kneeling down to ring the rag clean of the ink on it.
“I see you hang out with Tommy and them so if this is some cruel joke I’d rather you just dump the bucket of water on my head and get it over with.” You let out a small dry laugh, continuing to avoid eye contact and waiting for the dark water to be dumped on you but the water never came.
Billy Hargrove, despite being well acclimated to this town at this point despite hating the fuck out of it, still could not understand anything about the people who lived here. While he was part of Tommy’s little group he didn’t partake or find any joy in watching you be bullied. In fact he outright didn’t understand why it was happening in the first place. Having come from west coast California, to the boring, cold, ocean-less land of Indiana, he had seen tons of body types in his years. California had tons of beautiful women, some skinny, some well built from surfing the waves like he used to enjoy, to some of the more plump women who enjoyed lounging about in the sand soaking up the sun. In his personal preference you were better looking than any spaghetti thin women in this damn school. In order to escape his boredom or the outright beating of his father, he’d find a somewhat decent looking woman, whisper a few pretty words in her ear along with some fake promises just so he could easily get into their bed and pass the time with sex. Considering how small this town was and how apparent this town was hungry for anything exciting to happen, it wasn’t hard to get into any female bed really. They were all hungry dogs barking, yapping, begging for a taste of the fresh meat in town. However, it was frustrating. Compared to California where there were women of many sizes, shapes, colors, like a big candy store always carrying the newest flavors that just came in, Indiana was that run down store that seemed to only carry the same boring flavor over and over again.
However, Billy thought that you might be his saving grace. In this sea of coal, you were the diamond he was beginning to crave. All these thin women were the same, wanted the same thing over and over again, no excitement in the bedroom. Billy wanted to be rough, loved to be rough, but any time he was finally getting into how he wanted to play they were crying and whimpering for him to be softer. He couldn’t bite them, spank them, hold them down with all his might because they’d bruise too easily. Couldn't let their parents see bruises on their pretty little princesses' skin, could they? No certainly not, otherwise they would be in big trouble, the curtains drawn back to see the real whores that their daughters were for a taste of something new. What really scared Billy to his core though, was how irked he was to see the degradation of your personality as the bullying continued. The makeup was one thing, he didn’t particularly care for any women that used that shit. By the time he was in bed with them it would be ruined anyway with the amount of face fucking he’d done to them. It was when your cute dresses or skirts became jeans and oversized shirts that bothered him. No longer able to catch glimpses of your cleavage that would be on display, or glimpses of your legs that he’d day dream about being over his shoulders and making you cry underneath him. You had started hiding your figure and it pissed him off that others were keeping him from enjoying his toy that he so madly wanted to play with. So, when he saw Tommy and the others desecrate your locker thursday after school, and that following day it would be semi-clean by morning just as people were coming to school, he wondered if the janitor had taken to cleaning it up or if you came in early to clean it yourself. Taking a chance on the later, he made a trip up to school extra early after watching his ‘friends’ graffiti your locker the day before, telling Max to find herself a new ride for the day or skip school completely because he couldn’t truly give two fucks about her well being. When he came into school and saw you in tears, it pissed him off deeply, the only time he wanted to see you in tears was with him behind closed doors.
Billy reached out and grabbed the handle to the bucket filled up two thirds of the way with black water. He doubted you could carry it and wondered silently how you had even managed to carry something this heavy all the way over here anyway considering how heavy it was. He watched you flinch upon him grabbing the handle, before he reached out and snatched the dirty rag from your hand and then proceeded to walk past you to the closest exit door of the school so he could dump the dirty water on the grass. You gently lifted your head to watch him start walking toward the exit before scrambling back up from your kneeling position, jogging over to him and gently grabbing his elbow. He stopped abruptly when you grabbed him and turned to look at you, the water sloshing around and threatening to spill across the hallway floor. Considering his irritation from earlier when you kept stopping your cleaning, you let him go quickly.
“I’m sorry! I just–I wanted to say thank you.. Thank you for helping me clean my locker, really.” You gave him a nervous smile while thanking him for his help.
Something in your smile made Billy feel warm in such a way that it made his skin crawl. He hadn’t felt this kind of warmth since the last time his mother smiled at him before his whole life went down the shitter. It was scary, because despite how many walls he put up to try and keep himself disconnected from so many people, to not get attached, you were the only thing he wanted to attach himself to. Billy couldn’t help but crack his signature smirk, licking his teeth in slight thought before humming gently.
“Not a problem, baby cakes,” he purred. The blush that dusted your face didn’t help anything but fuel his desire and ego more as he continued his way outside to empty the bucket in his hands.
From then on out, you weren’t totally sure how to read Billy. There was a small period of time after that, where you two didn’t interact again, at least not face to face. Some school days you’d come in early to clean up the mess you expected to be on your locker only for it to already be damp with soapy water, someone else having already done the job for you. When it was like that, you’d race outside to the student parking lot to see if you’d catch the sight of a familiar camaro only to be greeted with the sight of your own car still warm from being freshly parked. The kids who would pull your hair, shoot spitballs at your head and continue to harass you slowly began to stop as well. Some of them with bruises or cuts on their face and refusing to even look in your direction or acknowledge your existence. Eventually everything made sense one day when you were bothered again at lunch. You had taken to eating lunch by yourself, or often skipping lunch all together and starving for the rest of the day til you got home in hopes of losing weight. On a particular day you decided to just not bring lunch, a tray of slop was dropped in front of you aggressively, a slight splatter of the mess on it jumping from the tray and landing on your clothes and the book in your hand. You let out a small gasp in surprise, having been too engrossed in your book to have noticed the grade-A gang (what you liked to call your main tormentors) approaching you. You took a napkin from your pocket and quickly cleaned your book off before trying to clean off your oversized jacket. Shoving the bookmark in place while the assholes around you took seats around you, cornering you to the table.
“Well, well, well, did the little cow forget to bring her lunch today,” Carrol mocked. You grimaced at the nickname the group had grown comfortable calling you.
“I’m not in the mood for this today, just leave me alone,” you mumbled. As you moved to excuse yourself from the table you were abruptly forced to sit back down in your seat as two basketball players forced their hands on your shoulders and back down on your seat.
“Really? Because, we worked so hard to make this lunch for you. Cow’s gotta be hungry right?” Tommy asked, a sinister smile on his face as he looked at all his friends that crowded around you.
The lunch plate that had been rudely dropped in front of you had your stomach churn. While you were hungry, the sight of this tray made that feeling become one of sickness. Dry and yellowed mashed potatoes used as a base were mixed in with a number of things both edible and not. Grass was mixed into it, it must have been freshly pulled from just outside the school with worms based on the dew still covering it. Ripped up paper from someone's old exam appeared to be in there based on the ‘C-’ in red ink that you could see peaking out. Chocolate milk had been poured over it, making the consistency more sloppy and soup-esq in appearance despite everything absolutely refusing to blend together. There were more things in it that you couldn’t even deduce what was what. It made you sick, it made you want to throw up. You looked up at Tommy with wide, terrified eyes. You never knew anyone, much less the people of Hawkins whom you’ve grown up with, could be so monstrous. Tommy couldn’t help but find joy in your fear and torment, he was handed a plastic fork from Carrol, and he took a big glob the disaster in front of you, worm and all and began raising it to your face.
“Come on, eat it, cow, we made it for you!” Tommy and his friends broke into what sounded like serial killer laughter, the basketball players forcing you to stay seated. When you turned your head and leaned back in order to try and avoid eating what was inching closer to your face. When you thought your fate was sealed, Billy happened to come over at the right moment, having been late to lunch due to being reprimanded by a teacher for not doing the work he should have been.
“Hagan, I thought I told you to leave her alone,” Billy barked. He walked over with his hands in his denim jacket pockets, jaw clenched and clearly irritated.
“Come on man, it’s funny! The little cow was skipping again so we were just doing her a favor, weren’t we?” Tommy turned to you with a smile, expecting you to agree with or even thank him. All you could do was fight the tears in your eyes, the plate was disgusting, the feeling of being held down terrified you, and Billy could read it so easily all over your face.
“Get your hands off of her,” Billy ordered. His voice was low now, controlled. The whole cafeteria room had gone quiet with whatever drama was going on. Billy played basketball frequently in the gym, and had seen the kid fight a few times before. The two having forced you to stay in your seat quickly let you go, but Tommy didn’t know how to stop pushing buttons.
“What the fuck is your deal man, do you like this fat bitch or something? Or are you just trying to get on her good side so you can bang her?” Tommy shoved Billy in the chest. Billy couldn’t help but feel his patience wear out at that moment.
He gave a curt smile, staring at the ground and weighing his options of what to do. He had already been reprimanded by the teacher today about work, was being pushed by a kid who thought he was a big shot, and after leaving Max behind again that morning to get a different to school he was already going to be in trouble with his father. It wasn’t really going to get any worse than things already were, plus there was a crowd watching and waiting with every breath he took. Why not give them a show? In the blink of an eye Billy had rounded his fist into Tommys face, a sickening crunch could be heard as he broke the boy's nose in one fell swoop. Hooting, hollering, and cheers echoed around the cafeteria as the two broke out into a full on brawl, fist fighting one another. Tommy was a fool for thinking he could take on Billy, it was like watching a kitten versus an alligator. You didn’t really want to stick around and see the end of this show. When the two were finally broken up and pulled apart, covered in blood due to split lips and broken skin, the principal assigned them both detention for a week.
The next time you had a proper interaction with Billy was when you had run into him outside on lunch, nursing a cigarette between his lips. After the lunch room fiasco you had decided to just steer clear of that area all together. The sight of that tray covered in what you forever remember as ‘satans gruel’ was burned into your brain and ruined your lunch period. Feeling brave enough to approach him after pretty much fighting for your honor, you walked over to him. He caught your movement out of the side of his eye as he stood leaning against the school wall, pulling the cig from his lips and blowing the warm smoke out of his nose and mouth simultaneously. Once you were close enough you stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to really start the conversation. Billy was in trouble because of you, had fought Tommy because of you, was injured and beaten because of you.
“Did you come here to stare at my pretty face? Because I’m sorry to tell you that it ain’t so pretty right now,” he smirked. With the uncomfortable silence broken by his quirky remark, the anxiety and tension in your shoulders relaxed as a giggle left your lips.
“I just wanted to thank you… For doing that for me the other day, when you absolutely didn’t have too.”
“I may be a jackass myself but I’d never make a girl eat worms. It’s a miracle that asshole even has a girlfriend,” he muttered while taking another drag from his cigarette.
“If it matters, I don’t think you’re a jackass at all.” You have no idea what compelled you to say that, but it was true. While it wasn’t great that he let the bullying simply happen in the past, he never outright took part in it. He was never laughing the halls with anyone else, he was willing to help you clean your locker when it was painted over with horrible phrases and shit nicknames. You felt your face burn red, you didn’t know this guy and yet you were so quick to keep him from beating himself up. Suddenly you couldn’t stop yourself from running your mouth in a panic.
“I mean–granted I definitely don’t know you very well!! We’ve never formally had a conversation, only a few words, which is fine with me. Some people just aren’t a talker! You did stop Tommy and his gang from feeding me worms which has to equal something good obviously!” You continued to ramble anxiously. Billy could only watch you with a small smile.
Of course you didn’t see him as a jackass. You didn’t know how he treated his little sister, how he treated her friends and almost ran them over on the road in his Camaro. Didn’t see how viciously he had beat Tommy Hagan within an inch of his life for trying to feed you a fucked up mess that Tommy considered just a funny little prank. There were plenty of awful things about himself that he could point out like constellations in the sky, but you didn’t need to know any of them. You only needed to know about the good in him. As you continued on rambling, he finally got to the end of his cigarette and dropped it to the ground, stomping out the embers to keep it from burning and possibly setting a fire. Turning to face you and walking closer, he delicately took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of your knuckles and winking at you playfully.
“Why don’t you thank me by letting me pick you up for dinner, my treat, this weekend, 6pm?” Was Billy Hargorve, the hottest man of Hawkins, asking you out on an actual date? You felt like at this moment you could die and go to heaven, despite how cheesy that was.
Unable to form words with your mouth, you gave a simple nod, ecstatic to go to dinner with him. You managed to squawk out a little ‘one moment’ suddenly before scrambling with your things to grab a pen and write down your address on a little piece of paper. Once you ripped it out of your notebook you handed it over and he tucked the paper safely into a pocket on the inside of his denim jacket. Billy leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as he got close to your ear, hot breath tickling you as he whispered.
“Be sure to wear that pretty blue dress I love, baby cakes.” After that, he quietly went back inside the school to eat and eventually return to classes.
For the rest of the day you were a bumbling mess. Your face was bright red, you could hardly focus on any of your classes. You truly felt like you were on cloud 9 at the moment. The hottest guy in school, after fighting Tommy to protect you from being harassed any longer, had just asked you out on a date. You two hadn’t interacted very much but, despite what everyone called, and your low self-esteem, maybe he saw something in you. Something about you that he liked.
When the weekend rolled around you could hardly sleep a wink the night before your date. You were too busy squealing and rolling around in your bed in pure happiness. You felt like the most powerful and confident woman in the world if the Billy Hargrove asked you out on a date. After rolling around in excitement-induced adrenalin for who knows how long, you passed out with a smile on your face and peaceful dreams that flooded your brain for the first time in a while. The following morning was spent all day picking out your outfit and planning your makeup. You knew exactly what dress he was talking about since you had only worn it once to school before locking it away in your closet forever once the harassment got worse. However, you debated for unnecessarily long periods of time over what shoes to wear, what accessories to add and if you should grab a little shawl to cover up. The dress was meant to be modest. The top half of the dress was a no sleeve button up, and due to the size of your chest some of the buttons didn’t typically like to co-operate leaving not a lot to the imagination. Would not covering up come off slutty, or would Billy enjoy and appreciate the show you felt more than happy to give him? You decided that, maybe occasionally catching Billy staring was the confidence boost you needed to get your self-confidence back up off the ground. As you were mid getting ready your mother came to the bedroom door and gave a light knock before opening to poke her head in. She was simply letting you know that your parents would be out for night, most likely gone for the whole weekend as they were heading out for an important conference just a town or two over and would be back Monday afternoon. You gave your parents a few kisses and hugs before they left and wished them a safe trip. It wasn’t until you had sat back down at your vanity to do your makeup that your head began to spin and wander into naughty places.
If your parents were gone, that left you alone in the house. That means, no one else would be here but you and Billy when you returned from your date. What if things got a bit steamy? What if you invited him in because you guys came back late? Offered him the guest bedroom for the night. Him closing the door, saying he’d only sleep if you’d be there next to him. You couldn’t help but squeal all over again before quickly pausing and taking a deep breath to control yourself. You needed to finish your makeup, and as childish and joyful as you felt, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Billy. You didn’t have a whole lot to put on, just a complimenting-color lipstick that went along well with the dress. You grabbed a cute little golden charm necklace to put around your neck since your chest felt a bit bare with it being a bit on display and then moved to do the clasps on your little kitten heel shoes. Just as you were finishing the touch ups on your outfit and making sure your hair looked good the door bell chime went off, signaling someone was at the front door. You quickly made your way downstairs, doing your best not to fall before stopping short of the front door and taking another deep breath to steel your giddy-ness and nerves. As you opened the door Billy couldn’t help but enjoy the beautiful show before him, and you the same.
Billy wasn’t dressed much different than he usually was style wise. He donned a much more classy looking black leather jacket with a satin, burgundy button up underneath, tucked into his dark jeans and fancy shoes. You gently dusted and flattened the skirt half of your dress, hoping it wasn’t dirty or wrinkled and smiled at him nervously. He gave you his signature smile as he chewed on some bubblegum. Eventually he turned and moved to hold his elbow out to you like a gentleman.
“You ready to go, baby cakes?” He tilted his head at the question. You dipped back behind the front door as fast as you could to grab a small hand purse and the house keys. Once you shut the door and made sure it was locked, you gently took hold of his elbow and returned his charming smile.
Throughout the entire date, Billy was nothing but a gentleman. Billy himself didn’t exactly understand why he was being the way he was. Romance was never his forte but surprisingly you seemed to be enjoying yourself and that was all he could ask for. He never made sure the other women he’s toyed with got into the car safely. He’s never pulled the chair out for them at dinner, smiled the way he has been, laughing like there wasn’t a care in the world when you told a joke he actually found funny. Compared to the empty sweet words he shared with so many in the past, everything he said tonight he felt. Truly and deeply, he felt and meant them. He meant it when he called you cute and saw you blush. He actually felt jealous and irritated when others would stare at your chest too long for his liking. Eventually he gave you his jacket to cover up, lying through his teeth when he claimed that he just didn’t want you to be cold. He listened to every word you said, held onto every story or joke you told him. Two thirds through the date he realized that you made him feel safe. The realization was chilling, because he hadn’t felt safe since the last time he planted his feet on a surfboard and was riding the west coast waves. He felt safe, wanted to cherish you, but at the same time he wanted to destroy you. He wanted to know what noises you made in bed, did you have a gag reflex? He wanted your legs over his shoulders, around his hips, your face covered in tears with your makeup ruined as he buried his hips into yours. God he wanted to do awful, awful things to you, and along with those feelings a tiny part of him wanted to be there afterwards for the first time too. Usually he was gone and home that same night, not needing or wanting anything from the girls he slept with once he had used them for what he was after. A simple quick fix to an ever growing and always broken problem. Not with you though. He wanted to know what you looked like after, in the morning sun. Did you enjoy being the big spoon or the little one at night?
When you realized Billy had simply been staring at you at this point as you had begun rambling once more, you slowly went quiet and looked down at your plate. Compared to Billys who still had half of his plate covered in food he hadn’t quite touched, you noticed yours was almost empty and felt a bit sick to your stomach. You had gorged yourself without even realizing and been talking nonstop, he must be realizing what a mistake he made taking you out tonight. You didn’t deserve Billy at all, you were just some fat ugly cow, he deserves someone better, someone who didn’t look anything like you. Your hand that was sitting in your lap began to clutch at the skirt of your dress, gripping the fabric tightly as you could feel the confidence from before easily slipping away. Just like the ink and paint in the bucket, anxiety began to muddle and darken the confidence you were exuding earlier.
“I’m talking too much, aren’t I,” you suddenly asked. Your question shocked Billy out of his trance.
“No, you’re perfectly fine,” he smiled, “I just get so entranced in your beauty is all.”
“You know, you don’t have to lie… I’ve probably gone and made a fool of myself, eaten too fast or too much and now you see the cow I really am–!” You could feel tears burning in the back of your eyes. You leaned your head back to look at the ceiling, willing them to stay behind and not surface. You quickly looked back down when Billy had grabbed your hand, gently taking it and holding it with such a tender touch.
“That’s not at all what I was thinking,” his voice was low and eyes unwavering as he looked at you, “not at all baby cakes.”
“You know what I do think though,” he quickly added, “I think that the dumb hicks of this town jump at any opportunity to destroy something that’s different and not to their liking. Look–let me take you home…”
Billy looked a bit apologetic at how the date suddenly took a turn for the worse. The last thing he wanted to do was make you think he didn’t like or want you. Because god, he wanted you and he wanted you desperately. You couldn’t help but laugh, a soft and anxious laugh as you gently dabbed the tears away from your eyes before nodding your head at the idea of returning home. Billy was more than kind enough to pay the bill, something that he did every time without issue, before helping you into the car and taking you back home. The car ride was silent, a smog of anxiety thick in the air as you sat in his passenger seat of the camaro still wearing his jacket. Upon returning home and slowly walking up to your front door, you gently shed his jacket and handed it back over to him.
“I’m sorry, really, if I did anything wrong,” you whispered. Reaching into your little hand purse you pulled out the house key and unlocked it, cracking open the door before feeling your arm being gently grabbed.
“I mean it when I said that, what you assumed wasn’t what I was thinking at all.”
You looked up at him quietly. Wondering, hoping, not sure for what but just wanting it to be good. Slowly Billy relaxed his grip on your arm, hoping he hadn’t hurt you in the process of stopping you from shutting the door in his face. He traced his fingers slowly, methodically, up your arm which caused goosebumps to raise across your skin. As Billy watched his own hand move you were too scared to take your gaze away from his face while his hand came up, teasing your exposed skin by the feather light touch of his fingers. His hand found its place gently cupping your cheek as he finally looked at you. Your breath caught in your throat, the sound of the crickets and humming of electricity from street lamps becoming muted and replaced by the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. God his eyes were simply so alluring in this dim light right outside your home. When you went to open your mouth, parting them just slightly in order to invite him inside Billy abruptly leaned down, pressing his lips against yours and quickly moving to press you against the door, causing it to swing wide and slam into the wall. He didn’t allow you to trip or fall as he easily followed the movement of the open door, his other hand coming up so he could completely cup and cradle your face as he kissed you. When he finally pulled away he was looking down at you with lidded eyes before plastering his signature smirk on his face.
“I wanted you to know exactly what I was thinking,” he mumbled, “I couldn’t leave you thinking that I don’t want you.”
Slowly he leaned back in, placing another kiss on your jaw. His lips were so soft and so warm against your skin. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as he began to move his lips kissing a trail from your jaw down to your neck before gently drawing his tongue out to lick and suck, wanting nothing more than to mark and claim you for his own. You brought your hands up to rest on his forearms as he kept you trapped against the door. Your mind was easily becoming fuzzy as you grabbed his forearms and dug your nails into the satin sleeves. Despite how good his lips felt, the little voice in the back of your head couldn’t help but sprout its ugly mouth and whisper horrible things to you. Your original joy and embarrassment of the situation began to switch over into displeasure, moving your hands to weakly press at Billy's chest to get him to back off. He was quick to lean back the moment you had shown disinterest in his advances. As much as he wanted you, he wanted you to enjoy it just as much as him, he didn’t want to force you into something you wouldn’t enjoy.
“I’m sorry–really I am, it's just.. You’re so out of my league and, like the jerks at school have said I’m just some cow,” you said, “I don’t know if you really want to be doing something like this with me…”
Billy felt his irritation bubbling in his chest, not with you but at the people who had mocked and bullied you. Billy made sure to cup your face firmly, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes when he began to speak.
“I can’t believe I have to spell it out for you baby cakes, but you’re no cow to me. I am sincerely dying inside to do so many things with and to you. It’s taking so much in me not to go feral because god damn do I want you so fucking badly!” He couldn’t help the low growl in his voice as he spoke of how much he wanted to see you undressed and in his hands. Your flushed and shocked expression only adding to his increased desire.
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“So if you’ll let me,” he added, “I’d love to show you how much I fucking want this body of yours.”
Despite his firm hold on your face you gave a very timid nod before he let you go. Reaching out and gently taking his hand, you used the other one to gently shut and lock the door once moved off of it and lead him to your room. While you were no virgin, you weren’t exactly well versed in the etiquette of how to set the mood or not ruin it when the guy wanted to bang you. Once up to your room, Billy couldn’t help but give a cheeky smile at how your room was set up. Compared to school you loved to wear your personality on your sleeve at home, the walls of your room lined with posters of bands or famous singers you adored, some stuffed animals on top of shelves or your bedroom furniture. Billy walked over and took a seat on your bed and began removing his shoes so as to not dirty your blankets and sheets. Afterwards he shifted his position on your bed, one leg propped up on the mattress and the other resting over the edge and planted firmly on the ground. He patted the mattress between his lap, inviting you to come sit with him. You walked over and sat down in between his legs like he had suggested. Your movements almost felt robotic and you almost couldn’t believe yourself that this was happening and holy shit you must look just as embarrassing as you feel right now!!
“I guess I’m just going to have to teach you that being called a cow is a good thing,” he mumbled.
Gently grabbing you by the chin he turned your head to face him before kissing you once more. You wanted this so badly, to have Billy do unspeakable things to you. The thought of that and the way he was touching you so gently had the heat between your legs throbbing. You clenched your thighs closed anxiously as he kissed you, placing a hand out on his arm if you desired to stop him again at some point. First, each kiss was soft and sensual, letting you get comfortable with being so close and allowing him to touch you. When he saw you weren’t fighting off his advances he began to do more. The gentle and sensual kisses became a bit more rough and aggressive as he pressed his lips into yours harder, his right hand coming up to tangle his fingers in your hair and pull you closer to him. When a noise of surprise tried to escape your lips he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, pressing his tongue against yours and savoring the way you tasted. You were sweet like candy, having indulged yourself in dessert just before leaving the restaurant while he tasted of the cigarette he smoked and mint gum he had popped into his mouth on the car ride over here. While one of your hands was resting on his arm to keep you from falling off the bed, your other hand came up to rest on his chest, lightly playing with the necklace chain that sat against his skin before slowly moving the unbuttoned part of his shirt to get a feel for his pecs. A low growl emanated from his throat as you ran your fingers over his skin. He pulled away from your lips with a smirk, you gasping softly for air in his hands.
“Getting a little touchy aren’t we,” he teased.
“I'm sorry, am I not supposed to? D-Do you not like it?” You looked a little nervous and panicked, you didn’t want to cause him any displeasure.
“I don’t mind it at all, but you better be prepared for the same treatment,” Billy murmured.
Before you could voice any concerns or questions by what he meant he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your back straight up against his chest. Your ass pressing against his crotch and feeling an oddly suspicious hardon grinding slightly against you. Billy moved your hair to sit on the opposite shoulder he began to attack, biting into your supple skin before licking the little indents and sucking on them, causing a red ring to form atop his first set of markings. Soft whimpers and whines began blooming past your lips while your hands moved to dig at the large quilt atop your bed. His hands worked to massage and tease your waist, his fingers pressing into and pulling at your body like a master masseuse while slowly traveling upward before a surprised cry left your lips as his hands dove through your top to grab hold of your breasts.
“God I’ve been staring these fucking things down all night. So huge and tantalizing, you put them on display just for me didn’t you?” Billy leaned up and licked the outer shell of your ear as he growled into your hair. As he spoke his question his hands squeezed hard, causing a small jolt of pain as if to punish you. The jolt caused you to arch your back, accidentally pushing your breasts further into his soft hands. You had never experimented with pain in the bedroom before, this being your first introduction to it and you couldn’t help but find the feeling intoxicatingly arousing.
“Mhm, but too many others began staring at ‘em. Couldn’t have that because these things belong to me, do you understand?” Billy pulled his hands away momentarily to undo some more buttons on your dress before completely pulling your breasts out of your bra and dress. The rush of cold air against your chest sent a shiver up your spine and an embarrassed whine to leave your lips as your nipples began to perk up from the mixture of cold air and arousal. Lacking a response from you caused Billy to hum in annoyance. Billy moved one hand to grab one breast tightly, squeezing it like a stress ball to his enjoyment while using his other hand to pinch and pull at your nipple.
“Come on now, when I ask a question you fucking answer, don’t you understand that? Or maybe my little cow should moo for me instead? Moo for me if you understand and I might be gentle,” he smirked.
Your torso was twitching with every pull of your nipple, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you arched your back in an attempt to lessen the pain from him pulling. Instead he only pulled a bit further and harder to keep you from feeling freedom of the pain. A meek and trembling ‘moo’ coming from you at his orders. Following his orders earned you the rewards he promised, releasing your now puffy and irritated nipple from his fingers.
“What a good little cow. With such huge tits you must have milk for me, don’t you? Why don't you give me some then.” Billy moved to now bite your ear, placing his hands on the sides of your tits and squeezing them tight before pulling on them in a milking fashion. A desperate cry echoing in the room as he repeated the action, the skin on your breasts becoming red from Billy's sexual wrath. Luckily he didn’t continue the motion for two long before he got up from being behind you and forced you to lay down on the bed. You propped yourself up slightly on your elbows to look at him as he moved.
Billy crouched down gently on the floor, undoing the straps on your kitten heels in order to remove them before looking up at you. Seeing your face flushed bright red, watching your chest heave up and down as you fought to control your breathing and the watery look in your eyes from fighting back tears. God such a sight made his dick twitch within the confines of his pants and it took everything in him to not fuck you into oblivion. After your shoes were removed, he undid his button up shirt and tossed it lazily to the floor to be found later. He grabbed your leg and lifted it to his lips, placing a tender kiss to your ankle and trailing his way up your leg at a snail's pace as he spoke.
“I’m going to continue to call you my little cow because that’s exactly what you are. Mine. And I’m gonna fuck that information into you so good, that any time anyone else calls you a cow, that’s all you can picture is me. Do you understand that?” A growl left his lips,instead of a kiss this time he gently bit your thigh, winning a small yelp as a prize from you.
“You’re my cute little breeding cow, understand?”
Billy watched as you gave him another timid nod. Moving away from your legs now he hiked up the bottom half of your dress to expose your pelvis to him. Gazing at the glory that was your arousal-soaked panties. He shifted his own position so he could comfortably grind his cock against your leg while putting his head level with your chest in order to take your previously irritated nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue over it gently, lightly coating it in his saliva and licking it in a sympathetic manner as if to apologize for his previous aggressive tugging. You easily threw your head back onto your bed, the hot and wet feeling of his mouth against your tit causing a flutter up your spine and between your legs. Your body writhed beneath his actions, your legs clenching and crossing at the almost necessary desire of friction against your groin. Your pussy aching drastically for touch, for any kind of attention at all. Even if Billy told you that all you could do was grind against his leg then god damn you’d listen to his orders and ride his thigh until daylight came. Thankfully this didn’t go unnoticed by your partner.
“You’re fucking soaked down here my little cow, why don’t I help with that?” Billy smirked against your skin, moving his lips to the side of your boob and biting your skin to leave another mark on you as his hand slid underneath your underwear to finally answer your internal prayers.
His fingers snaked their way underneath the waistband of your underwear, the tips of his fingers ghosting over your engorged clit which elicited a whine from your lips and a jerk of your hips. You felt his lips tug into a smirk against your skin as he pushed his hand further, using his middle finger to teasingly probe at your sopping cunt before dragging his fingers up slowly through your wet folds and rubbing little circles around your clit. The slowness of his movement causes your eyes to roll into the back of your head and your hips to continue their jittery movement. You willed and cried internally for the lower half of your body to stay still, fearing that coming off desperate for sexual gratification would turn him away but it only aroused him more. You weren’t sure when you had done it but one of your arms had come up to desperately grab and claw against his beautiful skin, raking your nails and leaving long stretched lines of pink irritated skin in their wake.
“Desperate are we,” Billy laughed, “why don’t you tell me how badly you want it. Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
Billy moved so he was no longer torturing your chest and instead pulling your underwear down and tossing them carelessly behind him. Taking in the sight of your pink, wet pussy before him. He continued his slow gestures, continuously running his fingers up and down through your folds and spreading your slick all across his fingers while using his free hand to keep your legs spread, allowing one of your legs to hook over his shoulder. When he didn’t hear you begging like he had told you too he leaned in to replace his fingers with his tongue instead. His tongue dipped inside of you, granting him the smallest of tastes before pulling back and gliding only the tip of his tongue through the same path his fingers had been before pressing his tongue flat and hard against your clit. Afterwards he moved and bit roughly into your thigh, earning an agony filled cry from your throat.
“Tell me how badly you want it bitch,” he growled.
“I want it so bad Billy–oh my fucking god,” a weak sob managed to escape your lips as you begged for him, “I fucking need it!”
“Now that’s my good girl,” he yelled with a laugh.
Without much warning he slid two of his fingers into the hole of your cunt. Despite no warning the first push was soft, as if he was testing to see if your body could handle a possible third. However he didn’t want to tire or stretch you out too badly so he found personal gratification in just the two right now. Billy curled his fingers inside of you, listening to the embarrassing squelch of your velvety-wet walls clinging desperately to his hand. Leaning forward he used his tongue to please the rest of you, do what his hand currently inside of you couldn’t do. He looked up at you from between your legs, watching your every expression and drinking in every noise that came out of your body whether it was from your mouth or from the hot and soaked mess he was currently finger fucking. Your fingers were dug deep into the bed, not wanting to grab his hair and possibly hurt him despite Billy having done nothing but leave mark after mark upon your body. When he saw you close your eyes and begin to lean your head back he pulled his tongue away and used his arm that had been holding your leg to instead grab hold of your hair and force you up to look at him. You gasped out in pain as he pulled your hair and forced you to look at him
“Nuh-uh. You’re gonna look at me while I finger this pussy, you understand me? I wanna see those pretty eyes of your roll back when you cum,” he growled. You nodded your head eagerly in understanding, simply wanting him to do more.
“Yes–oh fuck yes I understand,” you groaned.
Billy licked his lips as if watching you like a hungry lion, his slow curling finger motions ceased as he started thrusting his fingers straight into you to push into places not previously scratched by his curling motion. When you began to close your eyes again he gave another yank of your hair to force your eyes back on him as he towered over your body. You fought to keep your legs spread wide for him, gently grabbing the underside of your thighs as you switched between watching his hand move and looking into his eyes. When you had a small moment of clarity to recognize his rhythm you began to rock your hips in time with his hand, earning a small laugh from him.
“I bet my little cow just so desperately wants to cum, and you haven’t even had a taste of my cock yet.” He thrusted his fingers harder, the lewd squelching noise from before only growing louder as the palm of his hand began to make rough contact with the rest of your pussy as he pushed in beginning to smack it pink. You could feel the tension building in the pit of your stomach as he continued.
“I can feel it Billy,” you whispered in between your gasps for air, “I want to cum pretty please!”
“You can do better than that, beg little the little fucking heifer I know you are–beg or you don’t get to cum,” He followed up his orders with a tight pull of your hair sending your head backwards and then spitting across your chest. God you felt like you were ready to become a puddle right then and there, but you did your best to hold out. Your pussy clenching desperately against his fingers as your hip rocking ceased, instead only pushing your hips forward and out as if to maximize the attention and touch he was giving you. You felt like you could cry at this moment.
“Please for the love of god Billy let me fucking cum from your fingers!! I want to cum so please let me!”
Billy sang you his praises, forcing your head back to look at him once more before using both his hands to push you over the edge. You brought your hands up to desperately hold his face, your own way of making sure you didn’t roll your head back or break eye contact as he used his newly freed hand to rub rough and quick circles around your clit. Feeling the tension in the pit of your stomach tightening and growing closer to the edge had your body responding more sporadically. Your breathing, once a labored rhythm, was now sporadic as you did your best to prolong the rip current about to roll through your body. Your moaning became more desperate and needy, switching between the highest your vocals could go versus the lowest like someone was twisting the volume knob on a radio player back and forth. Despite Billy having praised you for your begging, you continued to do so, desperate ‘please don’t stop’ leaving your lips on repeat before you let out a strangled cry and felt your eyes cross from just how good it felt to orgasm under his touch. Your hips gave violent and desperate thrusts as he continued to play with your clit, forcing you to ride the wave out for as long as your body would let you. He watched your hips thrust and jerk on their own like that part of your body wasn’t connected to the rest of your brain before slowing down and gently pulling his hands away. He watched your glassy eyed, red-colored face with pride as your legs continued tiny twitches despite no more friction being given to you.
“My cute little cow, I haven’t even had my fill yet.” Billy muttered with a smirk, bringing his hand up covered in your slick to his mouth and licking up the mess. Your hold on his face became lax as you looked up at him, a small whimper escaping your lips.
“P-Please… Please just give a minute,” you whimpered.
“As no one ever made you feel that good before baby cakes? Man, I’m happy I could make you feel that good with just my fingers. I can’t wait to see how my little cow handles this fat cock.”
Billy stayed hovering over you, watching your expression and listening to your breathing slowly beginning to come down to a reasonable level. Typically he didn’t care to wait for other women to calm down or be ready for another round. He’d take what he wanted, whether they were hyper-sensitive from a fresh orgasm or not. For you though, he was willing to wait and listen. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to be so tender with you in these small moments, part of his brain convincing him that he simply wanted to prolong his own enjoyment. Your expressions were a delight. Compared to the simple dinner the two of you had shared, your noises and expressions were like a five course meal to his eyes and ears. What shocked him more, was the promise that he made, and intended to keep for the first time since beginning his raid on the women of Hawkins.
“You won’t leave me, will you?” In between your gasps for air and calming of your nerves, you had placed a gentle hand on his arm and looked up at him with soft puppy dog eyes. You were scared that this was a one time fling for him, and while it wasn’t exactly the smartest of decisions, even if Billy didn’t want to be with you romantically you were more than happy to be the only one to satisfy his sexual desires.
“I’m not going to go anywhere, princess.” Billy leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead to calm any anxieties in your heart. You smiled happily in return, your heart fluttering in your chest from the soft affection.
Billy proceeded to help you remove the remainder of your clothes, undoing the zipper in the back and allowing you to carefully climb off the bed to remove it while he hunted down his leather jacket to find the small bottle of lube he typically carried on him. Once he had successfully found it, he turned back to the bed to see you gently laying on your back and undressed, waiting for him. He licked his lips at the sight like he was salivating and about to take his first bite of forbidden fruit. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling them as well as his boxers off, he let out a small grunt as his cock stood up straight, pulsating with lust. Carefully he climbed back onto the bed, spreading your legs and pressing his shaft against your cunt, teasingly grinding against you while also giving you the chance to look at the size of his dick. You were definitely nervous, hoping to god he would fit and not completely wreck you on first entry.
“All of this just for you baby,” he purred, “all rock hard and craving for my little cow's pussy.”
Continuing his slow grinding, he pulled his hips back, angling the head of his cock glide between your folds before rising up and pressing against your still slightly sensitive clit. The little squeak that escaped your throat like music to his ears. Bringing his other hand with the bottle of lube up to his mouth, he used his teeth to gently pop open the cap and then turn it upside down. The cool lubricant pouring and drizzling against your mixed sexs like honey being poured out of a jar. Once he felt a comfortable amount had been used he tilted it right back up and snapped the cap closed and pulled away. Delicately, Billy smeared the lube across your pussy before shoving his fingers inside you once more, taking pleasure in watching your face contort and the soft noises leave your pretty pink lips. After he was sure you were good he switched over to completely coat himself, completely fisting his cock and jerking himself a couple of times. Mostly to make sure he was properly lubed up, a small part in desire to finally give himself some attention cause fuck did his cock ache.
“You gonna take this cock like a good little cow? You gonna cum just like you did on my fingers? I could feel your needy little cunt squeezing my fingers so badly.” He teased the head of his cock lightly against the opening of your pussy, threatening to push it in before pulling back just before entering. He watched you squirm with delight, happily taking in how your thighs tensed or flexed when he pushed against you before listening to your soft mewls of vexation.
“I’m going to take it like a good little cow,” you whispered. Billy reached a hand out to caress your cheek, using the other to help spread your legs wide.
“Yes you are baby cakes. Yes you fucking are–shit!” Billy grit his teeth as he spoke, pushing his hips into yours and finally sinking his cock as far in as he could. He watched your eyes roll before focusing back up on him, one of your hands pressing lightly against his navel if you so chose to push him back if it felt too much and your other hand grasping at the wrist gently cupping your face. Billy kept his hips forward and flush with yours, his balls snug against your ass as he felt your walls once again clenching around him. If Billy hadn’t been with so many women before you surely he would have prematurely orgasmed at this point because your pussy truly felt like heaven for him right now. Moving his hand away from your face so he could comfortably grasp both of your thighs to keep them spread open he began thrusting.
A guttural moan escaped his own lips as he pulled his cock back and so quickly craved for the comfort of your wet walls once more. You moved your hands from his body to instead grab at the pillow behind your head, your nails digging into the cotton of your pillow sheets as you watched his hips thrust in and out of you. The feel of his cock pushing and forcing your walls to shape themself to his dick was a new electricity you hadn’t felt in so long. No amount of masterbating with fake replacements would get you to feel this kind of pleasure from the real deal. You bit your lip before looking back up at him, nodding your head eagerly like you were waiting for any kind of order from him. He watched your little nod and couldn’t help the chuckle that left his chest, digging his fingers roughly into your thighs in order to hold on tighter as he picked up speed.
“Look at you taking my cock like a greedy whore,” he muttered. As his pace began to pick up the sound of his balls slapping against your bare ass could be heard in the room as well as the light jostling of your bed frame.
“This pussy is mine, do you understand me? This little cow pussy is mine!” You gave another needy nod as he continued to claim your cunt for his own. You let out a soft sob of ecstasy as you now changed your hand position to help hold your legs apart for him in hopes he could reach deeper. It felt like there was a never ending scratch within you that only his cock could reach so far inside. Every time he seemed to reach that little spot you rewarded him with another cry of joy.
“It’s yours Billy, it’s yours!” Billy grunted in satisfaction. Getting up off of his knees and now standing slightly crouched on your bed, he moved to grab roughly at your hips and scooted you a little more beneath him so he was able to begin pistoning his hips as fast and as rough as he could into you. You let out a scream of surprise before it was quickly reclaimed by yells and desperate sobs of his name. You reached a hand out to try and press against his stomach once more but with the current position it was no use.
“Take it bitch, take it!” Billy growled as he fucked you dirty, once against spitting on your chest as the bed began to shake more violently with his rougher pace. He breathed heavily as he watched your face and listened to the songs of your pleasure from both your body and your mouth. His ballsack beginning to pound an area of your ass pink and raw. You wanted to cry out to him, tell him to possibly reel it back a little bit but you were suddenly winded when your position was completely flipped and feeling the sudden absence of his dick.
Billy had pulled away, letting you go and now rolling you over onto your stomach. He placed one knee on either side of your legs and sat on your thighs as he pinned you to the bed. He brought his hands forward to gently play with your ass, squeezing each cheek softly before jiggling them for his amusement before bringing his right hand back and slamming it down against the same side cheek. Billy reveled at the sight of his large hand print on your ass and the cry of pain that escaped your lips.
“Now tell me baby cakes, who’s cock owns this ass,” he purred. Billy leaned down, his bare chest against your back as he whispered into your ear, massaging the fresh spanking mark as some sort of apology. A low mumble came from the pillow you had your face stuffed into, which didn’t exactly make him happy. This time, the second smack came from the left, both cheeks now matching in color as Billy laughed while you barked out in pain.
“I didn’t hear you baby, who’s fucking cock?!”
A third smack could be heard as he planted both hands down roughly at the same time, continuing to spank already pink and irritated skin as you sobbed in pain.
“You–god damn it, you you you! Your cock Billy, it belongs to Billy's cock!” After being turned over you had taken your pillow and tucked it up under your chest and chin, leaning into the cushion and digging your nails into as he continued to torture you at his leisure. With his chest pressing into your back and him putting almost all his weight on top of you, he brought one arm up around your throat so your chin was resting against his elbow while he used his free hand to carefully position his cock at your hole and push in once more. The two of you groaned and moaned in unison before Billy let out a chuckle.
“I like it when a girl bites, so don’t be afraid to get nasty.” He placed a tender kiss to the shell of your ear before thrusting his hips wildly back into yours once more.
An excited and surprised yelp echoing off your walls as his hips slammed into your ass and causing your bed to rock once more with the motion of his thrusts. As he pushed roughly into your hips you melted at the feeling of him forcing you to grind into your bed your clit once again finding joyful satisfaction as your hips rubbed into your comforter. Strings of curses and profanities left your lips as he continued what felt like an endless barrage against your hips. You could practically feel his cock head twitching inside of your walls that were tightening and clenching his shaft desperately to try and keep him inside of you. You want him to fuck you stupid at this point, nothing but his cock thrusting into you while his balls snapped forward and smacked your pussy filling your brain at this point. Eventually you started meeting up with his hips, pushing them back and feeling him hit hard, reaching just a bit deeper in you. With his arm around your throat and some slight pressure against your windpipe your head felt fuzzy in such a delightful way. You brought a hand up to grab at his bicep desperately, not wanting this pornagraphic heaven to end but god you could feel the tension building once more and you wanted it bad. Billy could feel it too, that tension, the increasing desire to go harder and faster, but his body could only listen to his demands so much. He licked his lips softly in between his heavy breathing and grunts before leaning down to bite into your shoulder and leave marks. With one arm around your throat and his other hand holding down your hips he could the desperate pulsing in his dick like he was ready to explode at any given second.
“Come on baby, come on baby just like that–take it! I’m gonna cum in side my little cow and breed her like the fucking animal you are, you hear me?!” God, the thought of your pussy dripping with his cum and completely filling your womb was intoxicating. Eventually his hips found no rhythm, moving as quickly and as hard as he could while his hand holding your hips down moved to the front of your body, pressing and rubbing your clit vigorously and watching the muscles in your back tense and flex as you jolted and pushed into his hand like a deprived animal.
“I’m going to cum in this cows little pussy and claim at as mine so you better fucking take it!” Billy groaned loudly as the pace became non-existent, feeling his balls twitch as he snapped his hips forward roughly, pushing your head and chest roughly into the bed with the sudden force of his last few thrusts. You were seeing stars as you felt your voice die in your throat upon your second orgasm. Your body acting on its own high, legs once again twitching and pussy walls spasming while trying to milk him of every bit of cum he was willing to shoot into you. Billy stayed over you for a hot minute, the moaning and cursing dying off and being replaced with the gasps of air between the two of you.
Billy wasn’t sure what came over him, but the lack of a response from you worried him and he couldn’t help but lean down and place a loving kiss in between your shoulder blades as if to remind you he was still here and to ground you from the impeccable high you had just received. When you made some sort of sound to let him know you were still conscious and aware, he gently pulled away from you, grabbing your dress he had tossed aside early to gently clean off his cock without a care and slipping on his boxers so he was at least the tiniest bit decent. Afterwards he helped gently roll you back over onto your back, pulling the blanket out from underneath you so he could climb into your bed and cover the both of you up. He couldn’t help but smile at his work. Your face was red and sweaty, tears streaked down the sides of your face that you didn’t even know existed. Your eyes were glassy like a little animal and you were still calming from the high he assumed, based on how your body seemed to twitch as his hand gently rubbed and grazed your arm in an affectionate manner.
Billy wasn’t usually one for cuddling after sex. He’d get dressed, pack up, and leave the girl there in a sweat cum filled mess. Not you though, he enjoyed this sight way too much for his own good, and couldn’t help but tug you close to him and let your head rest on his chest. While he drew silent circles on your forearm as you cuddled into him. He kissed the top of your head and allowed you to slowly drift off the slumber. He was excited to see the look on your face in the morning, content with the idea of your flushed red and embarrassed face at the idea of having pavloved you into associating ‘Cow’ with cum dripping cock deep in your pussy.