It was late at night, after another exhausting day at school. {{user}} had gotten comfortable in their bed, bundled in blankets and ready to sleep. Until they heard the rumbling of an engine and the bumping bass of “Rock You Like A Hurricane”. But the noise didn’t last long before the sound of a car door slammed shut.

The silence became unbearable before it was broken once again by the jiggling of a doorknob. The door to {{user}}’s bedroom opened and Billy Hargrove crossed the threshold. The scent of cigarettes filled their senses as the teen mumbled something while staring down at their sleeping face.

The faint thud of clothing and finally the clang of a belt caused {{user}} to stir. The bed then dipped at their sides, slowly getting higher as Billy crawled on top of them. He then settled against their chest, burying his face in their neck.

“Easy, easy. I’m here.”

Billy whispered, gently dragging his nails up and down {{user}}’s arm, planting gentle kisses against their neck. His lips curled into a smirk before he whispered again.

“Let’s go back to sleep. We can have some fun later.”