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Billy first noticed you in the halls at school. He didn't think much of you at first, only noting how shy and quiet you seemed. He did find it strange how a lot of your friends seemed to be more extroverted though, frequently dragging you to parties and other big events. It was only after you had transferred to his math class that he really started to think about you.
Now, Billy Hargrove was the type of guy who pretty much lived up to his infamous, scandalous image. Being conventionally attractive, he got any girl he wanted. He would take home a new chick almost every week. All the girls at Hawkins High swooned over him. Well, almost.
For you, Billy was nothing more than the stereotypical fuckboy. Yes, you could see from an outsider's perspective of why so many people liked him, but you were more interested in a long-term relationship, and Billy definitely did not fit that criteria.
Similarly, you weren't Billy's usual type. But something about you caught his eye. You seemed so innocent. Untouched. You were always dressed conservatively, your dresses and skirts hung well below your knees, your tops never revealing more than your neck and arms. You were so quiet, too. You always paid attention in class, did all your homework, and completed all assignments on time. More than once, Billy peaked at your test scores, not surprised to see that every one of them were in the 90's.
He had tried starting conversations with you in class but they lead nowhere. He quickly learned that the only time you would even say more than a few words to him was when he asked you questions about math. It frustrated him. Each time you dismissed his advances, you hurt his pride a little more. He just had to have you. He knew part of the reason why he wanted you so much was because of his own ego. No girl had ever rejected Billy Hargrove. But the other, much darker, twisted reason was because he wanted to ruin you. He was almost certain that you hadn't even had your first kiss yet, let alone sex, and he wanted to be the first to take that away, whether you wanted it or not. Billy always gets it his way.
On the following weekend, someone from Hawkins High threw a huge party at their house, inviting the entire grade over. Of course, Billy went. He was drinking and smoking with his friends by the pool in the backyard. As usual, some bold chicks tried to get with him, but he pushed them all away. He noticed his friends eyeing him, suspecting that something was wrong. After all, he usually just took them upstairs to the bedroom. But tonight, Billy was not interested in sleeping around with the usual sluts. He was up for a challenge. You.
Billy looked into his cup. There was still a good amount of drink left in it. He quickly chugged it all down, exaggerating the exhale when he was done. "Hey guys, I'm gonna go get another drink. I'll be back," he said to his friends. He didn't actually want another drink, but rather an excuse to leave and look around for you. After he was sure he scanned the pool area thoroughly, he went inside and looked, praying that your friends successfully dragged you to this party.
Billy wandered through the kitchen, pushing through a bunch of drunks trying to make a cake. He watched for a moment before turning away in disgust and horror when he saw them dump an entire bottle of ketchup into the mixing bowl. He made a mental reminder to not eat any cake served later.
All the horrors he just saw were quickly forgotten when he spotted you. There you were, in the living room, arms crossed, standing all alone, practically blending into the wall as you watched your friends on the dance floor. You looked like you didn't want to be there. Billy hurriedly pushed through the crowd, making his way towards you.
"Hey," he said as he approached you.
"Hi," you replied, your heart fluttering a little. Billy wore tight jeans and a dark red collared shirt with the buttons undone just enough to teasingly reveal his muscled chest. Even though you knew he was a womanizer, you couldn't deny that he was still attractive.
"So, what's up? You enjoying the party?"
You shrugged. "It's alright. My friends kinda forced me to go," you replied. Billy laughed.
"Well, if you don't like it here, I can take you home," he suggested. He smiled at your surprised expression.
"Oh, um, it's okay, actually. But thanks," you stuttered. Maybe he isn't as bad as people make him out to be.
"Don't feel bad about it, if you want to go home, just tell me. I need to leave soon anyway," he lied, "so it won't be an inconvenience at all."
"Oh," you said slowly, still processing. "Well, if that's the case, then sure. That would be great."
Billy smiled. The first part of his plan was set. You looked around for your friends and saw them in the kitchen. "But let me just tell my friends that I'm leaving now."
"Of course."
You walked into the kitchen, smelling freshly baked cake and... something else. You told your friends that you were leaving and hugged them goodbye. Before you left, one of them gave you a plate of the cake. You thanked them and left.
You spotted Billy waiting at the door for you. When you joined him, he saw the cake you were holding, looking at it skeptically.
"What's wrong?" you asked.
"If I were you, I wouldn't eat that."
"Why?" you said, taking a bite. You chewed for a few seconds before your mouth stilled. You quickly spat it out. "What the... what is this?" Billy laughed.
"I told you. I saw them dump an entire bottle of ketchup in it," he said, still smiling. Your eyes widened. Oh, you look so cute like that. "They were drunk," he added. You shook your head and threw the rest out in a nearby trash can.
"You ready?" he asked.
"More than ever now." You both laughed, starting to exit the house.
Billy lead you to his dark blue Chevrolet. He opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to get in.
"Thanks," you said, slightly blushing.
"My pleasure," he responded. You were starting to believe that perhaps you had regarded him too lowly. He was such a gentleman. For now.
He started the car, revving the engine a couple of times before pulling away from the house. You noticed some girls staring at you, some whispering among themselves. You felt slightly nervous, not used to this type of attention. Plus, being alone in a car with Billy, you hoped they don't get the wrong idea.
"So, where do you live?" Billy said, interrupting your thoughts.
"25 Mulberry Street," you answered. He nodded.
He drove faster than you were comfortable with, but it was a short ride anyway so you didn't say anything. When Billy got to your house, he noticed that there were no cars on the driveway.
"Are your parents home?" he asked.
"No, why?"
Billy paused, turning away from you and looked out his window in deep thought. He could see you through the reflection of the window, sitting there, with a confused look on your innocent face. Your ankle-length dress was neatly ironed, free of any bunches or wrinkles. Untouched.
His pants began to tighten when he realized the opportunity. If he played his cards correctly, he figured he could manage to convince you to let him in your house, maybe even make you want him to fuck you. But it didn't matter if you wanted it or not. He always gets what he wants, even if that meant taking you by force. He turned back to you.
"You know, I'm really tired. I think I need some water. Do you mind if I stay inside for a bit?" he sighed, rubbing his face. You stared at him. Part of you was suspicious of him, but the other part thought that you were overthinking. But if he were truly dehydrated, then it must be dangerous and selfish to make him drive home like that, especially after he drove you back early from the party.
"Um, sure!" you stuttered.
Billy flashed you his signature smile. "Thanks. 'Knew I could count on you, babe," he replied, giving you a wink. A bit weirded out, you smiled awkwardly and quickly exited his car, walking up the steps to your house. You unlocked the front door, heading straight for the kitchen. Billy followed you inside.
"Damn," he said, "Nice house." He walked around slowly, pretending to be interested in the architecture. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you pouring a glass of water in the kitchen. You walked over to him and gave him the cup. "Oh, right. Thanks," he said. He gulped it down quickly, but he was still thirsty. His body needed something else.
"You can stay here until you're not tired anymore," you called, heading up the stairs. "I'm just going to change. I'll be back."
"Sure thing."
Billy watched you disappear around the staircase. After a few moments, he went up too. He heard you rummaging around in a room and knocked. You swung open the door, slightly annoyed.
"What?" you asked. Billy didn't answer. He looked you up and down, noticing you hadn't changed yet. His gaze wandered past your shoulder, pretending to be interested in your room. He pushed past you. You followed him back in, confused. Billy stood next to an open window and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, then took a long drag, blowing the smoke out. You were about to tell him to stop when he turned back to you. Something about his entire demeanor had changed.
"You know, y/n, I've always wondered, why do you always hang out with those people?"
"What do you mean?"
"Amanda, Jess, Nicole. You know."
"Because they're my friends?"
Billy exhaled a puff of smoke. "It's funny."
"What's funny?"
"Because you're nothing like them," he replied, in a matter-of-fact tone. "They're the loud, obnoxious type. You're the exact opposite. Quiet and well-reserved."
You shrugged. "Opposites attract, I guess."
Billy chuckled and pressed his cigarette against the window sill, putting the spark out. "We're quite the opposite of each other, aren't we?"
"I don't know. I guess," you replied. You didn't know what he meant, where he was going with this. Billy began to walk towards you. Starting to sense something was wrong, you slowly backed away with each step he took. When he walked past your door he swiftly locked it. Alarms went off in your head.
With each passing moment, Billy found it harder and harder to hold back. Everything about you was so innocent. Any other whore would've gladly spread their legs by now, desperate to be fucked by Billy Hargrove. But you weren't. You were still oblivious, despite all his flirting. The lust within him was burning, and the only way to extinguish it was through you. His dick was rock hard, straining against his tight jeans, his body ready to take you right then and there.
"Billy..." you whispered. "What-"
Not wasting another second, Billy lunged at you, shoving you against the wall. You tried to scream, but was quickly muffled by his lips as he kissed you roughly. You tried to push him off, but he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head. You whimpered against him, and you felt sick when he smiled against your lips. You couldn't breathe. The strong scent of smoke on him only made everything worse. After a few minutes, he finally pulled his face away from yours, and you took this opportunity to gasp in air. Before you could say anything, Billy hushed you.
"Hey. Hey," he cooed, trying to calm you down. He brushed a piece of hair out of your face, smiling that damn smile. "Don't worry, you're in good hands, sweetheart. I'm going to make you feel really good."
You struggled again, but ceased all actions when he shoved his knee between your flailing legs. "Stop it, you're hurting me!" you screamed. "Go away!"
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," he chuckled. He suddenly grabbed you by the arm and threw you onto the bed. He quickly climbed on top, pinning you down. You continued to struggle, but all your No, Please, and Stops sounded more like a challenge to him than a deterrent. He ground into you and you felt something hard press against your crotch. Billy groaned, feeling the friction between his hard cock and the rough material of his jeans as he humped you. Unable to bear not being inside you any longer, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants in a rush, not even bothering to take them off. Billy pinned both your arms against the mattress with a single hand, the other lifting your dress and ripping your panties off.
"Billy, please. I need to save myself for marriage," you sobbed, unknowing that your pathetic attempt to plead mercy only turned him on even more. So you were a virgin, just like Billy had thought. He pressed his bare cock against your pussy and it throbbed at your words, ready to change all that. He looked at you, surprised, when he felt how wet you were. Tears ran down your face as he rubbed himself up and down your folds, coating his cock in your juices.
"Oh, but I don't think your body wants that, does it?" Billy hummed. You looked away in shame. He lowered his head until he was right next to your ear. His messy dirty blond hair fell around your face, his piercing blue eyes flashing with hunger. "Look how fucking wet you are for me, and I've barely done anything." He made a tsk sound. "Looks like you're not all that different from the other girls, after all."
"No," you gasped. You couldn't believe it. You were about to get raped right in your own house, in your own bed, by a man you had let in. "Are you..."
"Wearing a condom?" Billy finished for you. "Nah," he answered. Your eyes went wide. "Feels better hittin' it raw. Plus, I'm too big for that shit," he said with a smug look. Billy rubbed against your folds one more time before sliding the tip in your entrance. He grunted at how tight it felt, yet your walls seemed to suck him in.
Inch by inch, he agonizingly forced himself inside. Billy groaned when he finally bottomed out, feeling how your walls pulsed around his throbbing cock. You began to cry. It burned. Despite your wetness, his length and girth made still made it painful, and on top of all that, he didn't wait a second for you to adjust, immediately pounding into you.
"Please, no," you whispered. But it had already been done. He had taken your virginity, robbed you of your purity. No man would ever want you now, if they knew of all the dirty things Billy would do to you. You were ruined.
Despite all his years of building stamina, Billy felt as if all the work had been undone as soon as he felt how tight your cunt was. He'd been so used to sleeping with these easy whores that he had forgotten what it was like to pop a cherry again.
"You feel so good, princess," he moaned into your ear. You continued to struggle, desperately trying to get him off you. "Keep struggling all you want, it only makes you tighter," he laughed. He groaned again, and you felt his cock twitch. "Oh, I'm so close, baby. Yeah, keep squeezin' me. Just like that." Your eyes widened when you realized what he said.
"Billy please, don't do it inside," you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm not on birth control or anything. I can't afford to get pregnant. My parents are going to kill me," you sobbed.
"What if I want to impregnate you?" he teasingly asked, smirking.
"Billy, please," you begged. You looked at him, praying that he would have mercy. "Please, please, please..."
He sighed, pretending that your begging worked. Of course, if he'd really wanted to finish inside of you, then you were going to take it, but he was planning to save that for another time. He suddenly pulled out of you with a wet pop. He got up and stood on the ground at the edge of the bed. "On your knees." You obeyed, thankful that he decided to not cum inside you. "Open your mouth." He shoved his entire length down your throat in a single thrust, making you gag and choke. He thrusted into your mouth a couple more times before he shoved his cock down one last time, groaning loudly. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum shot down your throat, forcing you to gag. He pulled out, panting. "Swallow. Don't waste a single fucking drop."
You tried to obey, but it was too much. His cum tasted salty and disgustingly warm, and before you caught yourself, you spat out a mouthful. The substance dripped onto your bedsheets. You quickly covered your mouth, horrified. Slowly, you turned to look up at him. As you looked past his waist, you noticed he was still hard. Shit. He grabbed you by the collar, pulling you closer until you were just inches from him.
"What did I just say? Huh?" he barked in your face. "Can't even follow simple instructions. Such a dumb slut."
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I swear," you whimpered. He pushed you back onto the bed.
"Well then," he looked at you, a smile stretching across his face. "If you have trouble keeping my cum down in your throat, I'll just dump it in your pussy this time."
You were shocked. "Billy-"
Before you could finish, he forced himself inside you again. You screamed, your cunt now extremely sensitive, not fully recovered from last time. Suddenly, you heard the front door unlock downstairs. Oh my God. Your parents were home. Billy heard it, too. He looked at you, his eyes now lit up and his mouth opened in a devilish grin.
"Oh, are your parents home, princess?" he taunted. You nodded, still sobbing. You opened your mouth to speak, but Billy immediately slapped a hand against your mouth. "You dare cry for help and I'll fucking kill you," he threatened. His other hand went to grip your neck. You didn't doubt his threats at all. With the amount of fights he got into at school, you were sure that he could snap your neck in an instant. You nodded quickly. "Good girl," he cooed, letting go of your neck.
You heard your parents rustling downstairs, probably making dinner. Billy snaked a hand between your legs and began to play with your clit. You gasped as he rolled his finger around, rubbing it in circles. No one had ever touched you like this. Not even yourself. He noticed your reaction, and accelerated his motions, pounding his cock into you harder as well. Despite desperately holding back all noises, Billy forced a moan out of you. His chest swelled with pride. It really stroked his ego to know that even a girl he forced to have sex with him couldn't help but be pleasured by him. Although by this point, could you even deny that some deep, twisted part of you liked this? Liked being pinned down, forced to take him as he did whatever he wanted to you?
You moaned again, followed by a pained whimper. You wanted to slap your own hands over your mouth, fearing that your parents may hear you.
"Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat. Hard to believe that just moments ago you were begging me to not fuck you," he laughed. You let out a half moan, half sob. He slapped your face. "Quiet, slut. You want the whole neighbourhood to hear how much of a whore you are?" he hissed. You shook your head, crying silently. "How would your friends react if they knew what you were doing right now? Oh, those bitches love to gossip, you know. Maybe the entire school would know how much of a slut you are for me by Monday," he chuckled. "But who can blame you? Many girls would love to be in your position right now."
He repositioned himself, now thrusting at a different angle, hitting a spot inside you that made you feel something you've never felt before. Billy enjoyed watching your face twist in confusion and pleasure. "What would your parents think if they heard us and walked in right now? Hm?" he taunted. "They're gonna find their sweet, innocent little girl all spread eagle on her own bed, taking my cock like a good little whore." You sobbed, fearing the very real possibility of that scenario. Being overprotective parents, they did have the keys to your door. They were a flinch away from never being able to forgive you. Billy nibbled at your ear, making you squeal. He slapped you again. "Shut the fuck up."
Billy grabbed the hem of your dress and flipped it over your chest, revealing your breasts. He almost groaned out loud at the sight of your boobs bouncing slightly with every thrust he made. He grabbed at them, kneading them roughly in his large hands. You clenched around him even tighter in discomfort, but that only made it more pleasurable for him. He reached down again, rubbing at your clit and increased his pace. You gritted your teeth, trying to hold back this strange, unfamiliar feeling, but he stubbornly kept going. With a loud moan, you released, your entire body shaking as waves of pleasure and guilt rocked through you. Billy slapped a hand against your mouth, muffling your cries. The sudden change in tightness around him was enough to send him over his own edge.
"Oh, I'm close, baby," he groaned. "Yeah, keep squeezing me like that and you're going to make me cum. I'll shoot it nice and deep inside you, and you're going to take it all this time, right baby?"
You nodded, not even fully listening to what you just agreed to. When you suddenly realized what he just said, you panicked and tried to push against his chest, but he simply pinned your wrists down and pushed himself even deeper.
"Oh no, princess. You didn't listen to me last time when I told you to not waste my cum." His cock twitched. "Now, I'm going to pump it right into that tight little pussy of yours."
Thrusting as deep as he possibly could, Billy stilled, his eyes shut and mouth wide open as he threw his head back and released. "Fuck," he groaned, his breath hitching. To your horror, you could literally feel his cock pump load after load of hot cum, right against your cervix. Your mouth hung open in shock. Part of you didn't want to believe that even someone like Billy would do something so violating. You closed your eyes and prayed that he'd finish soon, but the very thrill of cumming inside you while fucking you raw was enough to prolong his orgasm, his cock throbbing and releasing again and again.
It felt so satisfying to ruin you, to force you to orgasm for the first time. It was a horrible, guilty memory that would forever haunt you, reminding you of who was really your first whenever you had any intimate moment with someone you truly loved.
When he was finally done, he pulled halfway out, and you felt his cum began to leak down your ass. Billy was quick to push it all back in, thrusting hard a couple more times, as if to fuck his seed as deep into you as possible. When he was satisfied, he tucked himself back into his pants, and checked his appearance in your mirror. He looked over at you still lying there, frozen in shock.
"Well, I'm not tired anymore," he said, grinning. "Thanks for letting me stay." He climbed out your window. "Until next time, princess," he called.