#and followed this chick who was skateboarding and kept running over my fingers

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I dreamt many things for the first time in a bit

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English Girls [Billy Hargrove]

Fandom ; Stranger Things

Pairings ; Billy Hargrove x English!Reader, slight Steve Harrington x English!Reader

Summary ; You’re just as much of a player as Billy Hargrove and you’re out to let him know that

Warning(s) ; brief mention/description of sexual activities, slight voyeurism, swearing, some derogatory remarks about women, slight asshole!Billy

Word Count ; 2.9k+

Author’s Note ; This is one of the strangest things I’ve ever written, though I actually quite liked it. I know the Steve in this fic isn’t the most accurate, but this is purely fanfiction and nothing is accurate anyway. Let me know if you want to get tagged in my writings. Enjoy xx 

| based off the song ‘English Girls’ by The Maine |

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He said,"Smoke whatever you've got left, it's getting late and we don't have much to lose."

Well she said,"English girls they just like sex."

I couldn't believe when he said 

"I've got news for you, American boys do too."

A red car rolled into the parking lot of Hawkins High and as it turned in, everyone’s heads turned to give it a glance; including Billy. Billy observed how the wheels of the mystery car reflected the sunlight, showing off how sparkly clean and shiny they were, and how the candy red colour stood out from everyone else’s dull and boring vehicles. Except his, of course. Billy had always thought his car was pretty, but in the moment it had seemed that this new mystery student’s ride had taken his car’s number one position in the beauty pageant.

“Woah, check that out,” Max gasped. “It looks so cool.” Billy grunted at that. “It’s not that good looking,” he scoffed, pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and shoving an unlit joint into his mouth, letting it hang out between his lips. Max glanced at her step-brother and quirked an eyebrow. “Of course it isn’t,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. Billy’s head snapped to hers quickly and he stared her down. “What’d you say, little shit?” Max’s eyes widened when she realised that he had heard her comment and she immediately turned around, hopping onto her skateboard and flying off towards the middle school, desperately wanting to avoid Billy’s wrath. 

Billy would deny it to his deathbed, but he was clearly thoroughly impressed by the bright 1964 Chevrolet Impala; until it pulled up right next to his car. Billy squinted as he attempted to peer through the sun-reflected windows to see who the naive person was, bold enough to park next to Billy Hargrove’s car. He placed his hands on his belt, puffing out his chest as he took on his gangster stance to intimidate whoever was going to come out of the pretty vehicle, but to his surprise, a girl stepped out. 

A tight denim skirt hugged her hips perfectly, showing off her curves; her chest was covered by a tight bralette in a similar shade to her car. A leather jacket was thrown over her shoulders, expensive Ray Bans resting on the bridge of her nose, long locks held back by a red bandana headband. Black leather combat boots matching her jacket were worn on her feet, and it made a satisfying crunch as it made contact with the gravel ground when she stepped out. 

Billy was surprised by the sight in front of him, and his shoulders slumped ever so slightly; his jaw dropping when he caught sight of the gorgeous dame. She caught sight of Billy in front of her and she tugged off her sunglasses, staring at him icily. “Can I help you?”

Billy was immediately thrown off by her thick accent. “You British?”

She raised her eyebrows, slamming the door of her precious car shut. “English,” she replied curtly, brushing by him without so much of a glance at the mullet-wearing boy. Billy got a whiff of her perfume as she walked by him. Roses and vanilla. He didn’t say much as she passed him by, his eyes raked down the length of her body, stopping at her hips as they swayed in the most sensual way with every step she took. 

Billy smirked a little to himself as he yanked the unused cigarette out of his mouth and discarded it on the ground. Now this girl was someone he really wanted to get in his bed.

-

The fucking new kid was going to be the death of Billy Hargrove. In just a week, Y/N L/N had the entire male student body of Hawkins High wrapped around her finger; and there were rumours going around that she had already slept with the whole basketball team. Apparently Billy was the only guy on the team that she hadn’t had sex with. Apparently she was really good in bed and gave amazing blowjobs. And apparently even Steve Harrington had gotten it on with her; and Billy figured that was true, because he saw her getting into Steve’s BMW a few days after arriving to Hawkins High. Then Steve turned up to school the next day with a dumbass smile and a hickey on his neck. 

Y/N had officially beaten Billy Hargrove’s record of sleeping with the most number of people in the shortest time. And Billy loathed her for it. 

First, she had a nicer car than him. Then, she beat his sex record, and now she was the Ruler of Hawkins. She’d pretty much stripped Billy of his entire reputation. 

Billy had decided to confront the new chick, teach her a lesson, intimidate her a little. Yeah, she was hot, but that didn’t mean she was entitled to taking everything away from him. Billy stood at his camaro after school, leaning against the hood as he waited for her to turn up to her car, which was still parked next to his. 

Then he saw her approaching, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw Liam Carpenter glued to her side, following her. Like most of their run-ins, Y/N ignored the boy, not wanting to pay attention to him. She couldn’t deny that he was easily one of the most attractive boys at Hawkins, but she had learned of his reputation pretty quickly. He was competition, and there was no way she was going to sleep with the enemy. No matter how much she wanted to. 

“L/N,” Billy’s deep voice spoke up as she passed by him to get into her car. He didn’t bother turning around to look at her. Liam paused and both Y/N and him exchanged glances. “Hargrove,” she greeted coldly, not quite wanting to stick around to hold a conversation with him. 

“You should watch out.” 

Billy’s words made Y/N pause and she narrowed her eyes at him. “What’re you talking about, Hargrove?” she asked. Billy turned around and glared at her. “You better take a few steps backwards. What? You think you run the school now just because you have money and a banging body?” he seethed. “I run this school, L/N.”

Y/N stared at the boy for a while, before she threw her head back and let out a sarcastic laugh. Billy kept his eyes trained on her as he growled. “Aw, baby, you jealous you ain’t popular anymore?” she taunted. “I do what I fucking want, Hargrove. It’s not my problem you’re now expired.”

Her accent was thick and noticeable in every word she spoke, and Billy would be lying if he said he didn’t find her accent fucking hot. But he covered up his attraction with a menacing stare. His jaw clenched, and breathed out heavily but didn’t say anything further. Y/N lips curled into a grin, and she blew a kiss at him. “Don’t get too riled up, babe. I’ll see you around,” she drawled. 

With that, she got into her car and sped off with her new boy toy. 

- 

Y/N was pressed against the wall by Steve fucking Harrington, his slimy hands were on her, caressing the bare skin on her waist. She had on a tight black, satin dress that hugged her curvy body; It was a halter-collared dress, so it failed to show off any cleavage, but it was so short that she had her ass to display to everyone anyway. Her hair was pulled up into messy bun, lips fiery red and eyes smokey. Billy stood across the room watching as Harrington enjoyed himself with her. He whispered something into her ear, earning himself a giggle. Billy, on the other hand, wasn’t too happy. 

Billy didn’t even know why. Maybe it was because she was hot, and he was just pissed at the fact that he was one of the only guys who hadn’t gotten a chance to touch her yet. Or maybe he just hated Steve. Could be both. 

As the weeks went by, Billy had found himself more and more attracted to the English beauty. He wanted Y/N underneath him, whimpering and crying out his name while he rammed into her over and over again. He wanted to fuck her in his bed, but he also wanted to strangle her to death. She was both annoying and hot, and Billy hated himself for even liking his new nemesis in the first place.

He wasn’t the only one though, Billy caught the glances she threw to him every now and then; and when she was sure he was watching, she’d wiggle her ass, adjust her top to show more cleavage or do some teasing shit that would make Billy get a hard-on right in the middle of the hallway. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her, even though both of them hated each other. She had imagined his fingers in her countless times, pretended that whatever guy that was busy pounding into her was the mullet-headed boy; she needed him badly. 

However, both Billy and Y/N’s egos were the size of the universe, and there was no way in hell either of them were going to be the first one to give in. That was considered losing. 

He watched as Steve’s hands trailed down her body and gripped at her ass, massaging it as he continued to whisper things to her. Probably some lewd shit. But whatever it was, she seemed to be enjoying it, as she continuously laughed at whatever he was saying and toyed with the belt loops of his jeans. Billy’s hand tightened around his beer bottle and his jaw clenched as he continued to burn holes into the side of her head. Then she turned around and her eyes met Billy’s. 

A coy smirk made its way onto her face, and she reached up and whispered something to Steve, and then their lips were together. His hand snaked down under her dress and Y/N’s mouth dropped open in pleasure, giving off the message that Steve’s fingers were clearly inside her. She clearly had no qualms about getting fingered in the middle of a public space. Billy flushed red as he gripped his bottle so tight his knuckles turned white. He tried to turn away, but his eyes stared glued onto both his enemies. Eventually, he saw her grab onto Steve’s hand, and drag him through the crowd into the middle of the living room, where everyone was dancing, and she wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck as she began to sway her hips to music. 

Billy growled and took a swig of his beer, turning away and making a beeline towards the backyard. He knew what she was doing; trying to rile him up and get him all flustered and mad. But he wouldn’t pay attention to her. Billy was smarter than that. 

He stood outside, discarding his bottle and lighting up a cigarette to rid himself of frustration. His eyes scanned the yard, casually observing all the party-goers; making out, smoking, drinking, throwing up or doing some sort of dumbass dare. Twats. 

“You got a light to spare, Hargrove?” 

Billy’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull when he recognised the English accent. “No,” he rejected, not bothering to glance back at the girl. He tensed up when he felt her hand on his jacket clad shoulder, giving him a little massage. He smacked her hands away. “The fuck is your problem, L/N? Can’t you keep your slutty hands to yourself for one second?” he spat, whipping around and pushing her away, much to her surprise. He got up in her face, towering over the foreigner as he stared her down. She looked a lot sexier up close as she gazed up at him flirtatiously, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly not that much affected by his aggression. 

“Why are you mad, Hargrove? All I did was ask for a light.”

“I know what you’re fucking doing, L/N,” he growled, sending shivers down her spine at the domineering tone of his voice. “I’m not giving in. You can go back to fucking Harrington in the living room.”

She quirked an eyebrow and grinned at him mischievously. “Oh, so you were watching me and Steve?” Her hand moved up Billy’s chest and her pointer finger curled around one of Billy’s curls. “Did you enjoy the show?” she purred.

Billy narrowed his eyes at her but stayed silent. He did like seeing her face twisted in pleasure, but he certainly did not like the fact that it was Steve’s fingers inside of her and not his. 

“He’s reeaaally good, you know, Hargrove?” Y/N giggled. “His fingers always feel amazing, he knows just what to do with them.”

Billy stared at her menacingly, silently warning her to shut up, but she continued with her lewd descriptions of Steve and her’s activities in the bedroom, until Billy’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward so he could bring his face down level with hers. 

“You want a fucking light? You can have mine. Now shut the fuck up.”

Billy plucked his cigarette from his lips and shoved it between Y/N’s red lips. He released his harsh grip on her wrists, turning round and pulling out a new stick to light up. 

“Jealous, Hargrove?” she asked, sauntering up to him and leaning against the pole opposite him. Billy scoffed. “Don’t let your ego inflate too much there. Only a rabbit would be jealous of you.”

“Not me. You’re jealous of Harrington, aren’t you?”

Billy ignored the girl, focusing on his cigarette as he puffed out smoke. “You want to be the one fucking me,” she continued, smirking. “I don’t blame you, really. If you want me, you can just say it, you know?”

Billy laughed. “Sure thing, princess. I’ll hit you up once my collection of whores get stale, but I don’t think I need to point out that every girl in Hawkins wants me, so you may need to wait quite a while for my phone call,” he shot back.

“Every girl, huh? You may need to double check your data or the source you’re getting that information from, because last time I checked, I didn’t want to fuck you.”

Billy’s lips curled up into a cheeky smile and he licked his lips as he stared at her flirtatiously. “You may not want to fuck me, but you may want to suck me off. Or have my tongue in you.”

Y/N stared at him, clearly at a loss for words as she failed to come up with another comeback. Billy celebrated inside a little. She turned away from him, looking straight ahead while she continued smoking on the rest of Billy’s old cigarette. 

Billy cleared his throat. “So which part of the UK are you from?” he asked casually. 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “What are we? Friends now? What’s with the small talk?”

“No need to be so harsh, I was just trying to be nice but if you want me to be an asshole then sure.”

She kept silent for a while before she turned to Billy, glancing up at him. “I said I’m English. I’m from England. Birmingham.”

“Why did you move to the US then? Especially a shit town like Hawkins? Why didn’t you move to California or some shit?”

“What is this, an interrogation session?” she questioned. Billy glared at her. “I’m just asking. Stop being such a bitch about everything.” Y/N shrugged, puffing out some smoke. “I can’t help being a bitch around people I don’t like,” she sighed. Billy rolled his eyes at that. 

“Mom died. Dad wanted a ‘fresh start’ as if running away from a place was going to suddenly make us forget about all the bad stuff,” Y/N stated nonchalantly. “I didn’t want to leave, but nobody in the rest of our family would take in a screw up like me, so here I am.”

Billy stayed silent as he listened to her and when she finished, he chuckled. “Huh, funny. I have the exact same story.” Y/N looked at him and raised her eyebrows, almost in disbelief. “Looks like we actually have somethin’ in common, princess,” Billy winked, throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it to put it out.

And for the first time that night, Y/N cracked a genuine smile. Not a sarcastic one, not a flirty one; but a real smile of happiness. It disappeared just as quick as it appeared, unfortunately. She looked a lot prettier when she wasn’t marching around with a mask over her face, Billy thought. He dismissed that thought quickly though. It was clear that both of them weren’t ones to discuss cheesy affairs of the heart.

“So, uh... what’s the deal with all your little boy toys?” Billy asked, moving over to lean against the pole next to her. Y/N didn’t make a move to push him away. “You trying to find a good guy to be friends with benefits with? Numb the pain? Or...”

She shrugged as she finished smoking, putting out the joint underneath her heel like Billy had done with his boot. “Oh, I’m English. And in case you didn’t know, English girls just really like sex, Hargrove.”

Billy bit on his bottom lip as he looked down at the girl, who gazed at him sultrily, with the same seductive look in her eyes that Billy had. “Well I’ve got news for you, sweetheart, American boys do too.”

With that, she grabbed onto his hand and both of them bolted into the house and up the stairs, flinging themselves at each other when they found privacy in an empty bedroom.  

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