#sorry i had to reupload because tumblr fucked the entire formatting

[hibanny]

Marcille's artwork + dorm tap and combat animations for the Arknights x Dungeon Meshi collaborative event "Delicious on Terra"

[hecohansen31]

A True Brat:

Billy Hargrove+Bratty! Reader.

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

A few days ago, I received an ask about a Billy fic, but I eneded up canceling the original answer because tumblr was acting crazy and not uploading it and formatting it the way I liked, so I ended up reuploading the answer today, with also a pretty moodboard for it!

I am very sorry for the mess and the fact that I am extremely late with this answr and the ones for the following piece you’ll find!

Also this is the first time that I actually have written something Billy Hargrove themes, so please be kind with me and don’t kill me if this suck!

I hope you’ll enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Spanking, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Fingering ( a bit also of Billy being a jealous asshole)

You had been a true brat that day.

Which was strange since you were always Billy’s little perfect girl.

He couldn’t help but feel like you were his complete opposite with that little black pleated skirt and the perfect unwrinkled shirt, showing nothing of the perfect body it hid underneath.

You never cheated, never skipped school and most importantly never smoked, something which had immediately bothered you of Billy and you had firstly spoken to him for that.

That cute voice telling him that he couldn’t smoke on school grounds clearly had an effect on him and his reply on her.

From that day on it was a constant battle of power with her gently advocating for his health and Billy replying that it was a fruitless job.

“We all die, babydoll, I will... just a bit quicker”

“Maybe I don’t want you to die” you had mumbled softly and for once you had stolen away Billy’s breath (and smoke).

From them on... you were Billy’s girlfriend, which meant you were his blessing and problem.

That day you had sided with his annoying step-sister, suggesting that you two should have given her a lift to Sinclair’s house for their “date” (this had made Billy want to gag) and then had mumbled about how much you also wished to go to a date... but “somebody” wouldn’t let you.

“All we are going to do is make-up, so what matters if we do it in the back of the Camaro or in a movie theatre” and you had had the actual audacity to roll your eyes at him.

He had warned you before dropping off to your work, a nice coffee shop, about stopping this behavior before it got too far, you had just strutted off, with that perky butt standing at attention and he had been tempted to smack it right there and then.

But he was running late for work, so...

He couldn’t help still but feel a bit bad for what had happened, about how it was true you hadn’t been on a date night together (it was mostly because he wanted to keep you a secret from asshole Neil) so he had thought about bringing you to the carnival in the city, just to see you flirting with a co-worker.

Hadn’t Billy been such a jealous lover he would have noticed you were just reassuring a new employee, but he was already a bit annoyed by the entire situation and the fact that you meet him late made him literally growl with anger as soon as you opened the Camaro.

“Well, good evening, to you too” you offered no explanation of your lateness and Billy immediately drove off, fast, as you hated so so much.

You screeched, plunging your manicured nails into the skin of his leather jacket, screaming to slow down, a bit scared.

But he had plan.

The parking lot of the 

little place he had chosen was isolated and empty and you looked at him confusedly, clearly not grasping the entity of the situation.

“Get in the back, (Y/N)” he mumbled, rage clear in his tone and she complied, knowing it always mean trouble whenever Billy would be using that tone, and her full name.

She twirled in the back, meanwhile he followed her suit, exiting and re-entering the car, meanwhile she sat down comfortably in the adorable uniform of her work: a black skirt and a black blouse with a graceful and frilly apron.

He had joked more and more time about the attractiveness of that assemble for him, but he also didn’t want to break it knowing she would be pissed.

“Strip” he ordered, meanwhile he started doing the same to his clothes, coming off quickly from his torso, meanwhile she unbuttoned softly and teasingly her blouse, getting a growl out of him “.. don’t make me think about another reason to punish you, doll”.

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes becoming naive as she stared at him again with confusion.

“Punish me? Why?” he couldn’t help but see through all her play and see the game and teasing tone her voice held “... am I not your good girl, anymore, Sir?”.

The “sir” at the end made him breath loudly meanwhile her hands travelled from the leather sits to his leg, or better what was between them, obliging him to grab her roughly (there would be marks later) and pin them down on his thighs.

“You know why, (Y/N)” he hugged but also not wanting to play along her game he grabbed her face gently in order for her to get the message clear “... but let me refresh your memory: you made fun of in front of my annoying sister, you even agreed on my part on something I have no intention to do, but now I am forced to... but worst of all, you let somebody taint something which is mine”.

“Taint?” you retorted back, almost annoyed by the entire situation “I didn’t think you owned such an extensive vocabulary, Hargrove”.

That was the drop that made the case of his anger overpass its limit and overflow against her.

She was still in her gown, but he just roughly bended her over his laps and, swiftly lifting the annoying black fabric and dragging down her panties he delivered the first slap.

Which startled her, letting her express a little pained moan, but as Billy’s hand slipped, he found her waiting wet for him.

He took a moment more to analyze how long you had been this wet for...

... and he then delivered a sound slap to your ass, again.

And again you yelped, trashing fruitlessly against him, meanwhile he simply smiled at her pain.

“I might not have a deep vocabulary, but I hope that you know how to count” he smirked heavily, before delivering another one, and another one and another one... “I won’t stop till it’s at least fifteen slaps, so you either start counting or...”.

And strangely for the first time that night you actually counted.

—

After the fifteen slaps had been soundly delivered to your “precious asset” now red and hurt, Billy had had no qualms into letting himself in your mouth, knowing that your arousal spoke louder than your tears.

Which made you damnably pretty, he swore, under his breath, meanwhile he gagged you without any tenderness, just roughly fucking your mouth.

You tried screaming that you learned your lesson, but a quick check to your panties had proved that Billy wasn’t hurting you in the slightest.

It was totally the opposite,

He finished on your face, a clear mark of both not misbehaving for him and about the fact that, she belonged to him.

The cocky bastard swiftly left place to the worried boyfriend, taking in the absolute mess of his girlfriend with mascara all over her face and cum dribbling from between her pretty rosy lips.

You and him had an understatement between each other that made him able to be rough with you, something for which you occasionally asked, it was as if you sometime would need your mind to be taken away, alongside the fact that it spiced up greatly your sex life.

But he couldn’t help but hate himself for being a bit too rough, although you, the little lady with the pleading deer eyes, had been a category A brat!

He gently pushed his fingers on her pulsing core, it deliberately flaming up and pushing out liquid pleasure on his big fingers, even more when he dared pushing more inside, teasing her entrance till it finally got a reaction out of her.

Her little mewls accompanied the gentle process of him getting off her with his fingers, just teasing and expert touches, nothing too hard, mostly because she almost yelped when his hand accidentally brushed her bruised ass.

She came with a please on her lips, a confirmation that his lesson had been successful but he didn’t gloat over it, instead he gently encased her in his arm, holding her till he felt the shaking due to riding the orgasm’s waves ceased and he could clean her with tissues he found in her bag.

She protested, a bit hypersensitive due to all the pleasure and the wanting of more, the craving of knowing him more carnally, but she had to satisfy herself with his tongue, cleaning her gently and with experience.

He then adjusted her skirt, gently, attentively avoiding touching her ass, since he couldn’t help but notice they way she winced meanwhile she shifted in the front seat.

He had to change his plans, knowing that a date would be the last of your thoughts and softly hugged you as soon as you were in front of each other, pushing yourself in the crook of his shoulder, gently caressing her hair and shushing her low whimpers.

“What about I accompany you home and then I sneak in so we can cuddle?” be expected you fo be retorting something bad at him but instead you just mumbled a simple “ok”, your eyes half-closing due to the tiredness, they held.

“... I am sorry if I was too rough, sweetheart” he apologized setting gently an hand on her thigh.

“I am a big girl, I can handle a little bit of pain” you retorted and be saw shining embers under your weak lids “... and the fact that you are a big teddy bear makes it all so so much better”

“Just for you, doll” he looked onto the road, to hide his idiot smile “... just for you”