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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Stranger_Things_(TV_2016)
  Relationship:
      Billy_Hargrove/Nancy_Wheeler
  Character:
      Nancy_Wheeler, Billy_Hargrove
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, drugged, Drinking, Non_Consensual, alcohol_sex, Alcohol_Abuse,
      Impregnation_Fantasy, Control, power, vaginal_rape, Forced_Oral_Sex, mild
      choking, Misogyny, Rape/Non-con_Elements
  Series:
      Part 1 of Stranger_Things_Collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-29 Words: 1521
****** I've Got a Confession to Make ******
by alien_lord
Summary
     Nancy and Steve go to a party, and Nancy explodes at him in anger
     over Barb's death. After the fight, Steve leaves Nancy behind at the
     party on her own, where Billy finds her.
     (Based on the party scene, my own interpretation)
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Nancy came to the party to try and drink away her feeling about Barb. She
hadn’t been able to get the picture of her, out of her mind. It haunted her
dreams, and every moment she was awake she felt the pressure of her secret
pushing down on her.
Steve brought her to the party, and while she was happy for the chance to
escape, she blamed Steve for not taking Barb’s death seriously. She spent the
night drinking, and after he tried to stop her, and they fought, she was left
in the bathroom upstairs, covered in punch. Nancy tried for a few more minutes
to get the punch out of her shirt, but it became very clear it wasn’t coming
out. She slumped on the floor sitting against the tub with her knees up to her
chest. Yanking off her sticky shirt, she tossed it on the floor beside her,
arms crossed over her chest.
She didn’t move for a few minutes, the alcohol was making her feel drowsy, and
she had already been feeling upset. She decided to find a new shirt, so she put
her sticky one back on, and sloppily pulled the door open to the bathroom, and
ventured down the hall. She wandered into the first bedroom she could find, and
started looking around. She couldn’t even remember who’s house they were having
this party in. Grabbing a shirt out of the dresser, she pulled her stained top
over her head, and was about to tug the new on one where she heard a whistle.
Turning around, she looked at the young man standing in the doorway. Her vision
was blurry, and spinning and she couldn’t make out who it was. Her shirt stayed
between her hands while she tried to see who it was. “Steve?” She asked, before
trying to pull the new shirt on. The man walked into the room, and shut the
door behind him, pushing the lock into the door knob.
She noticed him lock to the door, and stepped to the left, “uh, why’d you, do
that?” Nancy got the shirt on over her head, but she was looking at him warily.
She could see that it wasn’t Steve, and she recognized this guy as the new guy.
Billy, she thought was his name. She remembered him from school, and she didn’t
like him. She was worried about her safety, and she backed away from him. Billy
smirked, and he thought about the drugs he'd dropped into her glass of punch
earlier when he was walking passed. He'd hoped this would happen.
“Did you want it to be Steve?” He asked, speaking for the first time, a sneer
taking up most of his face. “Fuck that pussy, Harrington. “ He knew they’d
fought, he’d seen Steve storm out without her, and he knew she’d be upstairs
alone. He approached her, and she backed up, tripping on the edge of the
carpet, and falling against the edge of the bed. She struggled to stand, her
legs feeling weak under her, and her head spinning.
Billy crossed the room quickly, his boots making noise as he stomped across the
room, and ran a hand over her hair. She cringed away, and she wanted to tell
him not to touch, but she was just feeling so tired, her eyelids drooped and
she felt herself not fighting him. She just wanted to sleep.
He wrapped his fingers around a long lock of her hair, and leaned in close to
smell it, she smelled like strawberries. “Do I scare you?” His open jean shirt
revealed his sweaty, ripped, abs, and his smile wasn’t kind, it was vicious.
His expression and the strength behind his eyes, did scare her, she could feel
her heart beating in her ears.
Nancy couldn’t really think of much, other than she was tired, and felt
uncomfortable. She didn’t like his smile, and she didn’t like how close he was
standing. She didn’t have the energy to do anything about it though. The
alcohol was really slamming her, and she was close to passing out.
“Have....to find.....Steve-“ she mumbled, and pressed her hand into Billy’s
chest, trying to push past him.
“I think you’re a little too drunk for that, sweet heart-“ Billy told her with
a chuckle, grabbing her wrist and holding it inside his hand before he gave her
a little shove, tipping her backwards onto the bed. She fell, her balance
unsteady, onto her back, and tried to roll to the side.
With a half sigh, Billy climbed onto the bed, straddling her. She wriggled
around, her hands pressing on his chest. He just grinned and looked down at
her, “Don’t worry, babe. Steve didn’t treat you right, I’m here to show you
what a real man’s like”. He leaned down, biting the side of her neck, hard,
Nancy squirmed under his touch, and he grabbed her neck before using of his
booted feet, he kicked her legs apart, shoving them open. He rubbed his crotch
against hers, hard, before sliding his hand down the front of her jeans.
Nancy whimpered a little, eyes rolling back in her head as she struggled to
stay awake and fight him. He squeezed the front of her throat, “Go to sleep,
bitch. It’ll be easier for you that way-“ Billy snapped, his fingers running
underneath her shirt to the buttons on her jeans. Nancy passed out, and Billy
grabbed the front of her jeans, and yanked them open, pulling them down and
off, before yanking up her t-shirt and exposing her bra. Her titties were
little, but he was going to suck them anyway.
He yanked the front of his jeans open, freeing himself. Then he spit on his
hands, rubbed it on his dick, and started humping her. He bit his lower lip to
stop himself from moaning as he humped her unconscious frame, leaning down
between thrusts, he yanked her bra up and slowly sucked on her nipple, grunting
in pleasure. He pulled out, and moved down between her legs. Shoving her legs
apart, he fingered her, hard. He enjoyed how wet she was, especially while she
was passed out. It made him feel powerful. Moving his face in between her legs,
he ate her out, enjoying the subtle motions of her body while he did it. When
he grew bored of sucking on her pussy, and climbed back up and continued
fucking her, fucking her hard, while sweat dripped down his chest.
Nancy was pretty, but it wasn’t even about how attractive she was. He was doing
this because it made him feel powerful. He felt powerless in his own life, and
there was nothing that made him feel stronger than taking someone else’s power.
It was also a way to get back at Steve, because he fucking hated that guy.
Billy didn’t feel bad while he raped her. He justified it to himself. If she
hadn’t been drunk, if she hadn’t been alone, if he hadn’t seen her take off her
shirt, he justified it. If she hadn’t been with Steve, who he hated.
His hand gripped her neck, hard, as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He
grunted several times, and finally, with a feral sounding gasp, he came inside
of her. He didn’t care enough to pull out, and if she got pregnant it was her
own problem. She wouldn’t remember this, and everyone would just think she
banged someone at the party, or, maybe even better yet, she’d think it was
Steve’s, and after they made up, Steve would be forced to accept Billy’s baby
as his own. Billy’s dick twitched at the thought, and even though he’d felt his
dick softening inside of her after he came, the idea of impregnating her, and
having Steve think he was the father turned him back on, incredibly.
He just kept fucking her, holding her into the bed, and fucking her as hard as
he possibly could. After he came twice more, he was spent, and he rolled off of
her, leaving his cum dripping out of her battered pussy.
He reached down, grabbing her panties and underwear from the end of the bed,
and yanking them back on her. He struggled to get her dressed, and presentable.
Standing up, he smoothed his hair, before leaning out into the hallway and
looking around. No one saw him leave the room, and he quickly headed
downstairs, rejoining the party. On his way to the kitchen to get more drinks,
he saw Jonathon the loser kid that Nancy was friends with, and smirked. “Hey
bud,” he told him while he was walking by, “Your girlfriend was upstairs and
she looked pretty wasted-“ he grinned, “Maybe you should take her home-“
Jonathon shoved passed him, and headed up the stairs going to find Nancy.
Billy shook his head from side to side, and threw back his drink. His heart
palpitated in his chest at the thought of what he’d done to Nancy, and with a
little smirk, he wondered, would he be able to do it again?
End Notes
     My first Stranger Things fic, but I really like Billy, and I want to
     write more fics about him. Any suggestions about what to write with
     Billy are appreciated! I kind of want to make a second part to this
     but I'm not sure yet.
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