Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson
Summary: Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson have been competing for your affection for the past few months. Your conflicted feelings for Eddie make it harder to calm your boyfriend's concerns. But the end result is better than any of you could have expected.
Aka Steve and Eddie compete over you like Steve and Jonathan compete over Nancy in s5.
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: no use of y/n, inspired by s5 but doesn't follow the plot, Eddie lives, established relationship with Steve, they both just want to be loved, threesome, everyone is stressed from the crawls, drinking, mentions of smoking, smut, very mild Challengers inspiration, mentions of both Steve and Eddie's scars, Steve has abandonment issues, Reader lives with Steve, brief Steve POV
A/N: I've been working on this since I posted the idea back in the beginning of January. I already have a lot of ideas for this pairing, so if you want to see more of it from me, just send in an ask!
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“That’s idiotic, Harrington. He’d get cornered with no way out,” Eddie gestures to the grid being projected onto the wall.
Steve rolls his eyes, “What’s your genius plan then? Hopper needs to get into that zone, my way is the quickest way to get there. Which means he won’t have to worry about getting cornered.”
You rub Steve’s upper arm, trying to calm him. The material of his sweatshirt makes it easy for your hand to glide up and down. Yet, Steve’s brows are still furrowed in annoyance. The tips of his ears burn red when Eddie looks back at him with a self assured smirk on his face.
“May I?” Eddie reaches for the pointer in Nancy’s hand.
You can’t tell if Nancy is annoyed or amused by the boys taking over the plan. She looks out at you, Steve, Robin, and Jonathan for backup.
Steve props a foot up onto the table, leaning back in his chair, “Let him have it, Nance. Then, we can get this over with and focus on the actual plan.”
“We’ll vote on the plans after Eddie explains his,” Nancy hands Eddie the pointer and steps away from the map.
“Time to wow us,” Robin grins.
Eddie seems to puff up under the group’s gaze, “If he gets off on Dover, then he can cut through zone C4. All he needs to do after that is walk until he reaches E6. Slower but safer, and he can cover extra ground.”
Jonathan is the first to respond, “It’ll also be easier for Hop to get back on the truck from there.”
“If he makes it back in time,” Steve interjects.
“I think Eddie’s right here,” Robin gives Steve an apologetic glance. “I mean, Hopper hasn’t checked C4 in a while; we can knock out two birds with one stone.”
Your eyes shift from Steve to Eddie, then back again. It feels like the worst time to disagree with Steve. He’s been more irritable than usual, you all have, though Steve’s constant frustration seems deeper. But you need to put the mission over your boyfriend’s feelings. Even if it makes him stare at you like a neglected puppy for the rest of the night.
“Eddie’s plan makes driving easier for you, Steve,” You say the words slowly, testing the waters before continuing. “The roads are smoother and you won’t have to force the van up any hills.”
The look of betrayal Steve gives you is immediate. But so is Eddie’s proud smile. One that you can’t help but smile back at. Which only increases Steve’s annoyance. He brushes away your hand and crosses his arms.
Nancy scans the group, “So we all agree on Eddie’s plan?”
“Whatever,” Steve mutters.
The rest of you nod. Nancy steps in front of Eddie and outlines his route on the map. He beams like he does every time the group takes his side over Steve’s, an occurrence that’s become more and more frequent.
After the meeting, Eddie pulls you aside while the others head upstairs. You watch Steve tense up once he notices that you’re gone, but he doesn’t turn back. Your heart aches.
“Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for backing me up. Harrington can be a piece of work,” Eddie chuckles. “His ego is almost as big as his hair.”
Eddie’s hand lingers on yours while he talks. His eyes watch you closely. There’s a softness in his gaze that brings heat to your cheeks. Something about him has always made you feel giddy, even after everything you’ve been through.
You shrug, “He’s my piece of work.”
“That’s… so corny. Even for you two.”
“What else do you want me to say? Sure, he has an ego, but I love him,” You take a step back, despite whatever flaws Steve might have, you’ll always stick by him.
Eddie’s smug expression drops at the word ‘love’. It’s become a touchy subject between the two of you ever since his confession eighteen months ago. No matter how much you dance around it, the moment lingers in both of your minds.
“You know I’m not trying to be a dick,” His thumb strokes the back of your hand.
The motion makes you shiver, “I know.”
…
The van air is suffocating. Steve casts an irritated glance at Eddie through the rearview mirror every few seconds. If Eddie notices, he doesn’t seem to care. Dustin is talking his ear off about the asshole jocks at school. Only stopping to check the tracker’s decibel level.
“Then he tells me, ‘I better not see you wearing that shirt again, Henderson’” Dustin's attempt to deepen his voice fails.
Eddie laughs anyway, “Wear it again tomorrow, show the fucker who he’s messing with.”
You don’t think telling Dustin to provoke a bully who’s twice his size is a good idea, but you keep your mouth shut. Steve massages his temples, then casts Eddie another glance.
“Look, if you wanna wear the shirt, wear it. But picking a fight over it is a bad idea. Never pick a fight; I learned that the hard way.”
“Like the time you got your shit rocked by Jonathan Byers,” Eddie snorts.
Dustin giggles too, “And by Billy.”
“Hey, I was protecting you brats that time. Got a plate smashed in my head for it.”
“That time.”
You turn to the back of the van, “Dustin, make sure the signal is stable. We can’t lose Hopper.”
Dustin’s smile flattens, and he goes back to tuning the dial. Eddie frowns at you.
“Hopper will be fine. The man’s tough. Let us have some fun.”
“You can have fun after the crawl,” Steve replies. “If that’s your idea of fun.”
Eddie grins, “Getting you riled up is real fun for me, Harrington.”
You choke. Of course, they both notice. Steve glares at you. Eddie’s grin only widens, making the van feel even tighter.
“You into that, princess?”
Dustin looks up with a bewildered expression on his face, “Too far, man, too far.”
Eddie throws his hands up in defense, “It was just a question. I bet that’s more Harrington’s thing, anyway.”
He waggles an eyebrow at Steve, whose cheeks are now bright red. Your own face feels too hot. The moment you’re able to step out of the van will feel like salvation. Steve runs his fingers through his hair and mutters something under his breath.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Eddie cups a hand around his ear.
“Maybe you should shut up and let me drive while Dustin does,” Steve waves his right hand in the air. “Whatever the hell he’s doing.”
“I’m–”
Steve cuts him off immediately, “I don’t care, alright. My point is… we need to focus. This could be it,” He looks at you. “Right?”
You nod, “We could catch Vecna tonight and end all of this. Eddie, you came up with the plan, let it work.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie does a half bow.
The silence only lasts until the walkie talkie in the backseat crackles, “I didn’t find anything. Heading back now.”
Steve sighs, “I told you so. We would’ve been done with this an hour ago if we just went with my plan.”
“Steve…”
“No. My plan was smart, and you all rejected it for his bullshit.”
“It seemed right at the time.”
“You mean he seemed right at the time,” Steve scoffs. “Because no one listens to me anymore.”
“Uh oh, Stevie’s throwing a temper tantrum,” Eddie not so quietly whispers to Dustin.
The van screeches to a halt.
Dustin pushes his headphones off, “What the hell?”
Steve turns around to face Eddie, “If you have something to say, just say it. I’m tired of dealing with two children in the back.”
“Let it go,” You reach for his hand, but he pulls away.
“I’m not letting it go. I want to hear it. Come on, Munson, tell me what an immature idiot I am. We all know that’s what you really want to say; and that you want to fuck my girlfriend. Show us how much better you really are.”
The walkie crackles again, cutting through the tension, “Steve, are you ready to track Hopper back?”
Dustin grabs it hastily, “Yep. Setting up now.”
…
“Wait up,” Eddie calls out.
You’re all walking towards Murray’s stolen Big Buy truck. His delivery is almost three days late, but you can’t be too picky about when your illegal contraband arrives. You stop and turn, Steve just keeps walking.
“Let’s go, babe,” Steve doesn’t look you in the eye; he hasn’t since last night.
In his defense, you haven’t tried to either. This whole situation has kept your mind racing. Dealing with it without hurting anyone in the process feels like an impossible task. Unfortunately, it’s a task only you can do. You spent the night mulling over solutions but came up empty.
“Steve, we should hear him out. Get everything out in the open.”
Eddie jogs to catch up with you, “I wanted to talk about last night. I… I was out of line.”
“It’s okay, Eds. We’re all under so much stress, I get it.”
“Of course you get it,” Steve mumbles.
“Should I slap him instead?”
“Preferably.”
Eddie cracks a smile, “You know, I actually wouldn’t mind that.”
“Now it’s definitely not happening,” You roll your eyes.
“Steve! Murray brought you boppers!” Robin shouts.
Steve runs to the truck. You and Eddie trail behind him. Sure enough, Robin’s holding a slightly dented box of boppers.
“The lady requested them for you,” Murray says, gesturing to you.
Steve finally makes eye contact with you, “You remembered.”
“How could I forget? You’ve been talking about how much you miss them for weeks.”
“Those were incredibly difficult to find,” Murray reaches into the truck. “...so was this.”
He hands you a small, black jewelry box. Inside is an almost exact match to the necklace you lost during your last mission to the Upside Down. Steve had noticed it was missing after you got back. The chaos of the failed mission had kept you from thinking about much of anything. The necklace’s absence had become a physical representation of everything Vecna had taken from you. You assumed that it was lost in that dark version of the Creel house, but if you didn’t know better, you’d think it was right here.
“He made me pay an extra fee for that.”
Murray snorts, “Oh please, we know you can spare the cash.”
Steve is too busy beaming at you to pay attention to Murray’s jab. He takes the necklace out of the box. His fingers effortlessly undo the tiny clasp. Then, Steve slides it around your neck and closes the clasp.
You press a kiss to his lips, “Thank you.”
“Alright, lovebirds,” Murray pushes between you two and hands a box to Eddie. “The lady also requested guitar strings. I’m assuming they’re for you.”
“Did you buy the cheapest ones in stock?” Eddie inspects the box, reading the label on the back.
“You get what you get and…”
“You don’t get upset,” Eddie finishes, still displeased.
“But wait, there’s more,” Murray does jazz hands before placing two large boxes of beer in Steve’s arms. “I don’t know why anyone would want to drink that… beverage, but here you go.”
Nancy raises an eyebrow, “What exactly do you need that much beer for?”
“A party,” Steve grins. “All the crawls have been busts. We deserve to let loose.”
“Hell yeah,” Eddie responds.
Steve ignores him, “Who’s in?”
Robin elbows Nancy and gives her a look; Nancy stifles a laugh. It’s an interaction you’re all too familiar with. One that usually follows an interaction between you, Steve, and Eddie. Your drama has become Robin and Nancy’s source of entertainment.
You raise your hand first, then Eddie, Nancy, and Robin follow suit, and finally Jonathan half raises his hand.
Jonathan cranes his neck to look at Eddie, “Got any more joints?”
…
Eddie enters the living room with red rimmed eyes, “What did I miss?”
He plops down beside you. Crossing his legs to fit into the space between you and Nancy, who is too focused on Robin to pay any attention to him. You can’t help but notice how close he is; your knees brushing against each other, his hand just inches away from yours.
“We were just playing a game. Telling each other our secrets now that we’ve drunk too much to really think about it.”
Your words aren’t entirely true; the secret Robin just shared was thought out, something she’d brought Steve in on before the party. She was the one who made up the game, whoever the bottle lands on has to answer whatever question they’re asked. No lying, no deflecting. Steve had admitted to knowing everything beforehand, long before. Robin just needed his help to tell you and Nancy. The game created an opportunity for her to finally do it.
“Who shared the last secret?” Eddie takes a long swig out of the beer can in his hand.
Robin raises her hand, “That would be me.”
“What’d you say?” Eddie scans the small circle. “The vibe in here seems… down.”
Steve glances at Robin, “You don’t have to tell him anythin—“
“I like girls,” Robin blurts out for the second time that night. “I want to tell more people and you’re all my friends. Steve is the only one who knew before.”
“Steve? Really?” Eddie stares at her incredulously.
“He was surprisingly accepting. Still is,” Robin smiles at Steve, then gestures to you and Nancy. “They are too.”
“My turn,” Steve says after a beat, clearly trying to lift the weight off the group.
The brown bottle wobbles under the weight of Steve’s hand. It spins for a couple seconds before landing on Nancy. Steve’s eyes widen, like he’s just had an epiphany.
“Is Jonathan still out there?” Steve asks Eddie.
Eddie nods, “He’s finishing my last joint.”
You remember an argument Eddie had with Murray because Murray refused to bring him any “illegal substances”, as he had phrased it. This meant that Eddie only had a banged up metal lunchbox from his time as a dealer that had somehow survived the chaos that his trailer went through.
Steve’s attention moves from the back door to Nancy, “What’s going on with you and Jonathan?”
You swallow; at least he didn’t ask about himself. His relationship with Nancy isn’t something you’re worried about. You're all friends, and he hasn’t shown interest in her since they broke up. Still, you constantly see how much the relationship affected him. It’s a quiet insecurity that only you notice.
“Things between Jonathan and I are fine. Completely fine,” Nancy avoids everyone’s gaze.
Robin makes a noise that vaguely imitates a buzzer, “No lying.”
Nancy’s head whips up to stare at her, “Things between us are bad. Okay? We barely talk. We barely even look at each other.”
“Are you two going to break up?” You try to keep your voice light. “Do you want to break up with him?”
“I… I don’t know. I guess I know it’s the right thing, but… we’ve been through so much together.”
“That’s a terrible reason to be with someone,” Eddie replies, his eyes shifting to you, then to Steve.
You feel the need to defend yourself even though you don’t know what exactly you feel defensive over. Your relationship with Steve is nothing like Nancy and Jonathan’s relationship, thank God, but Eddie seems to think there’s a similarity. Steve seems just as bothered as you are by Eddie’s insinuation.
“I just need to figure things out myself,” Nancy continues. “Was that a good enough answer?”
Steve nods, his eyes completely focused on his hands now. As if he’s trying to hold something in. Nancy grabs the bottle and spins it. When it finally stops wobbling, it lands on Eddie.
It doesn’t take Nancy long to think of a question, “What’s in that notebook you always write in?”
Eddie’s bravado drops, his eyes turn down to his lap, “Song lyrics, some drawings. It’s just a way to get shit off my mind.”
Nancy doesn’t let him get off that easily, “What are the songs about?”
You’ve noticed the notebook and asked him the same questions. Only to get vague answers in return, which are enough for you to guess what’s inside the notebook.
“Someone I care about,” Eddie’s words are clipped. “Someone who makes me feel like I mean something.”
Nancy scans the circle to see if Robin and Steve have picked up on the meaning behind Eddie’s words. The feeling of the others’ focus on you tells you that they have. Steve’s fists clench in his lap.
“What kind of things do you write about,” Robin coughs. “...this person.”
Eddie doesn’t shy away from making eye contact with you this time, “The way I see them. The fact that I can’t have them no matter how much we both want it.”
“Spin, Munson,” Steve’s frustration building.
It’s like the universe is playing a joke on them all when the bottle points to Steve. The room goes silent for what feels like hours.
Finally, Eddie asks, “How does it feel to lose every fight you get into?”
You bite back a surprised chuckle. Nancy and Robin stare at each other in amusement, then at you. They’re literally going to fight for you, Robin mouths. Steve and Eddie are too focused on each other to notice the interaction.
“I beat a trained Russian guard in a fight,” Steve puffs up his chest. “I’m not as bad as you think.”
Eddie smirks, “Want to prove it?”
Steve rolls up his sleeves, “Oh, you’re going to regret this.”
“I’m right where I want to be,” Eddie turns his head and winks at you.
If dying of embarrassment were possible, you would’ve done it already. At least you’d be spared from whatever’s about to happen. Steve and Eddie stand up. So do Robin and Nancy, but they back up. Moving themselves away from the impending chaos. You follow them quickly. The three of you stand shoulder to shoulder, preparing for… whatever Steve and Eddie are going to do.
“I bet five that Steve wins,” Robin whispers.
Nancy smiles, “I bet five that she leaves the room before they’re done.”
“Seriously?” You mutter.
Then, the fight, if you can call it that, starts. They grapple for a few seconds; Steve taking things much more seriously than Eddie, who seems like he’s having the time of his life. It’s like watching two toddlers squabble over a toy.
“What the hell?” Jonathan walks over and stands next to Nancy.
“They’re ‘fighting’,” Nancy murmurs.
Things continue the same way for a few minutes before Eddie takes a dive towards Steve, pinning him to the ground. You gasp, watching Steve struggle against Eddie’s strangely powerful grip.
Eddie's hair hangs down, brushing against Steve’s face, “Gotcha, big boy.”
“Fuck,” Steve breathes, face flaming.
“Get off him, Eddie. You won,” Your voice is tired.
Eddie moves, grabbing Steve’s hand to pull him up. Steve pushes it away and forces himself up. Eddie holds his hands up in the air victoriously. Before anyone can say anything, Steve walks away. The stairs creak under his weight.
“Steve!” You rush after him.
Tracing his path upstairs and into your shared bedroom.
“What was that? You two were like children.”
“He wanted to fight me. He knew… he knew that would happen,” Steve paces the length of the room.
“Stop. Just stop. I’m done with the macho bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit,” Steve turns to you. “He clearly wants you. Do you hear all the shit he says?”
You sigh, “I do. And you know what I do? Ignore it, like you should.”
If you told Steve how you really processed Eddie’s feelings for you, things between you would blow up. What you need to do is defuse the situation, even if it means lying.
“You can’t expect me to believe that you just ignore everything,” Steve runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m not stupid enough to think you just ignored him when he told you he was in love with you. Despite what you all think, I’m not that stupid.”
“No one thinks you’re stupid, Steve.”
“Clearly you do since you listen to the guy who failed high school three times more than you listen to me,” Steve’s voice grows louder. “I get it, he’s better than me. The more interesting guy who treats you like his muse. Who wouldn’t want that over the loser who has no future?”
That’s when it all connects, “Is this about me and Eddie or Nancy and Jonathan?”
Steve goes quiet for a moment before speaking again, “Just tell me the truth,” The words sound weak. “Are you attracted to him? Or am I overreacting and everything’s fine between us?”
“I…” You inhale. “I’m attracted to him.”
“Do you want to be with him?”
“I think about what he told me… all the time. But I love you, Steve. Leaving you has never been an option.”
Steve lets out a dry laugh, “Would you sleep with him?”
The response comes to mind immediately. Yes. It feels taboo to even think about it, yet you do constantly. You think about Eddie’s body, and his eyes, and his…
“I guess I’m not completely crazy,” Steve snorts.
You smile, “I guess not.”
…
Steve feels like his father. He’d spent months taking his own insecurities out on the people closest to him. On you, the one person who really sees him, who really cares. And he’d only recovered after embarrassing himself and you. Steve spent the night thinking about how you should’ve left him after how he treated you. During the argument, he half expected you to run downstairs, right into Eddie’s arms.
Eddie, who he’d also treated like shit. Eddie, who was the reason why he left right after making your favorite breakfast. Steve stands outside Hopper’s cabin for a minute before stepping over the wire trap and walking to the front door. He prays that Eddie’s the only one home so he doesn’t have to explain why he’s there to Hopper. After Hopper returned, Eddie staying with him until everything ends and Hopper can clear his name was the clear option. Sometimes it felt like the cabin was full of ghosts, people who were supposed to be dead but survived by sheer will.
Steve finally knocks. Once. Then twice.
Thankfully, Eddie opens the door, “...Hey.”
“Hey, man… Can we talk?”
The inside of the cabin is cleaner than Steve expected.
“Hopper and El are training,” Eddie sits down at the small dining table. “Do you want coffee or something?”
Steve waves a hand, “It’s fine. I just wanted to apologize for everything. I’ve been a prick.”
Eddie chuckles, “A major prick. But, I can’t say that I haven’t egged you on. As the saying goes, jealousy is a disease.”
“It really is,” Steve grins. “I think I have a solution, though.”
Eddie leans forward, propping his elbows up on the table, “Do tell.”
“A threesome.”
Eddie’s eyes widen, “You’re serious?”
Steve nods, “I talked to her last night about everything–”
“Yeah, we could all hear from downstairs.”
“No, after that. We just talked, not about this, but… she’s attracted to you and to me. Plus, we owe her one after everything we did. If she’s into it, I think it could be… fun.”
“I can’t believe Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is inviting me to have a threesome with his girlfriend. Here I was thinking you two were vanilla.”
Steve’s face flushes, “We’re not freaks, but we try things, you know? I want to get rid of the jealousy, and I want her to be happy.”
“You know, you’re not that bad, Harrington.”
Steve doesn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not.
…
“What are you doing here?”
“Hello to you too,” Eddie bows in the doorway.
Steve enters behind him, “Don’t worry, we patched things up.”
“Harrington disturbed my morning with his salacious fantasies,” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
Steve sits down beside you on the couch. His hands shaky, his leg bouncing up and down, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
You place a hand on his thigh, “What the hell’s going on?”
Eddie sits on your other side. Unlike Steve, his eyes are shining. Something’s got him excited.
“I was thinking…” Steve clears his throat. “We could have a threesome?”
“If you’re into it,” Steve adds quickly. “I know it’s… intense, but we’ve been trying new things recently and… it would help us get this whole Eddie thing out of the way.”
Only Steve Harrington would pitch a threesome to prove he’s not jealous anymore. A laugh breaks free from your lips before you can think about it. The situation is just so unexpected. Steve and Eddie went from fighting on the living room floor to planning a threesome; together, presumably.
“You’re making this awkward, Harrington.”
“So awkward,” You put your face in your hands. “I mean, why?”
“Why what?”
“Why a threesome? That’s an insane leap.”
“I dunno,” Steve rubs the back of his neck. “I guess I thought you’d want to try it since you’re attracted to both of us and… this was a stupid idea.”
You lift your head up, “I don’t think it’s stupid, I just don’t really get it. But I do want to try it.”
Eddie pumps his fist in the air, “Yes!”
“You don’t have–”
“I want to, Steve. It’s a great idea, your reasoning is just a little… strange.”
Eddie elbows you, “You should’ve seen my face when he told me. This all makes zero sense, yet I’m really into it.”
…
Before you know it, you’re all upstairs standing around the bed. Steve is staring down at it like it’ll bite him. Eddie’s brows are just furrowed in confusion.
“Maybe we should set some rules first,” You suggest. “What are we all okay with?”
“Condoms.”
You and Eddie stare at Steve. It’s like he lost all brain functioning when you entered the room together.
“Condoms are great…” Eddie looks even more lost than he did before. “What about them?”
“We should both wear them. Just to be safe. If we get that far.”
You nod, “That’s good. I was also thinking we should have a safe word, in case one of us gets overwhelmed or uncomfortable. Something like–”
“Firetruck,” Steve finishes.
“Firetruck it is,” Eddie places his hands on his hips. “So, who wants to get undressed first?”
Steve and Eddie stare at each other, then at you.
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
You slip off your shirt and pants, leaving you in just a flimsy bra and underwear. If you’d been expecting all of this, you would’ve worn something less plain. You’re surprised at how comfortable you feel around both of them. Steve takes his pants off next, then his shirt. He sits down on the bed and rubs a scar on his right side self consciously. The scars have bothered Steve since he got them, he didn’t take his shirt off around you for months afterwards until you convinced him that you didn’t care about his appearance. To this day, you see them as brave.
Eddie hesitates, fumbling with the hem of his shirt, “It’s not pretty under here.”
You’ve only seen Eddie shirtless a few times before, when you all had to keep him alive after everything that happened. The blood alone was enough to make you block it all out. The worst part was knowing that you couldn’t take him to a hospital, so you had to rely on your less than professional work.
“If you want to leave it on, you can,” You pat the spot on the bed next to you. “Just sit.”
Eddie takes his pants off before sitting down. You face Steve, cradling his face with your hand, then your lips meet. The kiss is messy and desperate. His hands grab at your waist, pulling you in closer. You can feel the mattress shift when Eddie turns his body. Your fingers find their way into Steve’s hair, tugging at the locks at the nape of his neck. The pull makes him groan against your lips.
Just when he wants more, you pull back and face Eddie.
“Hi,” You whisper.
“Hi,” His eyes wide, gaze needy.
Slowly, you press your lips to his. Hands pushing dark strands of hair away from his face. Eddie is more tentative than you expected. He waits before leaning deeper into the kiss. His overgrown bangs stick to your forehead. His fingers squeeze into your thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” He murmurs.
“She is, isn’t she,” You can feel the love in Steve’s words. “The most beautiful girl in Hawkins. The most beautiful girl anywhere, really.”
You hum against Eddie’s lips, pulling away for Steve, who’s rutting against the mattress. A dark spot is steadily growing in his boxers. The fabric tenting up from his rising cock.
“Jesus. He really is that big,” Eddie’s attention split between you and Steve.
“You need help with that, babe?” You tug at the elastic of Steve’s boxers.
“Please,” Steve’s voice cracks in the middle of the word.
You carefully slide off Steve’s boxers. His tip already leaking. Steve’s fingers are gripping the sheets, you know he won’t be able to handle this for much longer. When you glance back at Eddie, he’s bare and vulnerable. Your eyes scan his tattered chest, more focused on his tattoos than the obvious.
“She’s soaking,” Steve’s demeanor has changed, he’s more in control of himself and the situation now. “Want to help me out with that, Munson?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Steve eases you back onto the mattress, “Let us take care of you.”
His lips begin to mark and tug at the skin of your neck. You feel Eddie’s hands brushing up your thighs towards your core. The metal of one of his rings makes contact first. His fingers follow.
“This okay?”
“Yes,” You can barely get the word out.
This seems to set Steve off, his kisses become hungrier. He uses one hand to toy with your breast and the other to hold himself up. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. Eddie’s fingers find their way inside you. You cry out. Steve’s lips move to mark the arch of your neck, his own fingers working their way around your chest.
“Harrington, you’ve gotta see this. She’s so wet for us.”
Steve kisses your cheek, “I’ll be right back.”
You lean forward so you can see both of them staring at you. Eddie’s fingers still pulse inside you. Steve whispers something that makes Eddie grin. Then, Steve moves his mouth just above where Eddie’s fingers are to your bud. The feeling of his tongue and Eddie’s fingers fill you with bliss. You throw your head back.
“Fuck,” You breathe.
It’s almost too much. But it feels too good to stop. You can feel it each time Steve bumps into Eddie’s fingers, the shift, then reset that they do to please you. Your vision is clouded by stars, orgasm building stronger with each passing second.
“I think I’m going to–” You moan before you can finish the sentence.
Eddie chuckles, “We’ve got you, angel.”
Finally, you release. The entire world shakes. Your breathing is heavy, still recovering from the overstimulation. Steve moves up and lies down beside you, eyes glazed over, lips wet. Eddie does the same, a ringed finger in his mouth.
“Want another taste, Harrington?”
He reaches over you, slipping his middle finger into Steve’s mouth. Steve sucks every drop off Eddie’s finger.
The sight alone is enough to rebuild the heat in your body, “We should go again,” You inhale. “Just… give me a second.”
Which one is leading me to hell or paradise ? ✩ Billy x Eddie x Steve x F!Reader
Summary : What happens when a lost gem from the past, appears all of the sudden in the palm of your hand ? That’s a question that Billy Hargrove never thought he’d be asking himself after all those years apart from you : his childhood best friend, his neighbor, the daughter of his mother’s best friend, of course you grew up incredibly close. But this was also the reason why he felt his young heart break when he had to move away, after his mother’s death.
On the other hand, not even y/n ever thought about meeting him again, but there she finds him, in that small town of Hawkins, with two more sweet treats to his sides; being raised as the perfect suburban princess, you soon got bored of perfection and normality, and began to seek adrenaline into whatever could easily create the biggest scandal.
And, above all, why would you refuse the possibility of having your personal harem of cool, hot guys ?
CW : Foursome - F\M\M\M, reverse harem, semi-public sex, fluff and smut, various kinks MINORS DNI
You can also find it on wattpad and AO3 - Chapter one
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀CHAPTER TWO
By the third hour you part ways with Robin, but at least you have most classes in common with her, that meaning that you’re going to have amazing company even during boring hours. She leaves you in front of your locker, waving at you as she disappears among the swarm of students gathering into the corridor to reach the next class.
You would have done the same, if it wasn’t for an unexpected malfunction of the locking system, which is giving you a hard time to open it.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Wait, let me try. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
The voice coming from behind you gains a face when he puts his hand on the handle, doing he only knows what until he manages to open it.
‹ ‹ Guess you’re the school’s hero ! › › ⠀⠀ ⠀A small chuckles slips from your smiling lips, looking at the boy with the sweetest face ever; it’s insane for someone to have such big, puppy eyes, looking at you all shiny, you almost feel bad for what you mind has just fantasized about.
‹ ‹ Oh, no, not exactly, everyone knows this is the worst locker and we’re all scared to get it at the beginning of the year, › › ⠀⠀ ⠀His voice sounds like an unusual middle ground between incredibly shy and incredibly confident all at once, which appears somehow almost mesmerizing, interacting to say the least.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ It was a bad move to give it to the new girl, that’s for sure. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ Is it that obvious ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀You ask, putting the useless books into the infamous locker.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ That I’m new, I mean. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ Yeah, other than the fact that most girls here don’t dress like that, new faces are hard to miss here. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀He lets a hand run through his hair, a nice mane for sure. But his words stick with you, making you frown with amused confusion.
‹ ‹ Dressed like me ? Am I wearing something wrong ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ No — I didn’t mean it like that, › › ⠀⠀ ⠀On his cheeks appears a slight reddish tint, speaking with his hands.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ You’re well dressed, so well actually ! And hair like yours is.. amazing. Sorry, I’m over talking. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
You barely contain a laugh, putting a hand in front of your mouth to muffle it enough to not catch much attention and look crazy, and that poor guy has nothing else he can do if not laugh nervously with you.
‹ ‹ Alright school’s hero, I might forgive you, If you tell me what’s your name. › › ⠀⠀ Finally, you close the locker and lean with your shoulder against it, head tilted upwards looking him right into his eyes.
‹ ‹ I’m Steve, Harrington. Sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean to be weird › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ I’m y/n Harris, nice to meet you, Steve. › › ⠀⠀ You gladly accept his hand, shaking it gracefully. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Which class do you have now ? We might have the same one. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ English literature, did I get lucky ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Steve is starting to regain some confidence back, maybe it was just a matter of breaking the ice at the first encounter, it doesn’t seem a wrong to think it this way.
‹ ‹ You did ! Now let’s go before I’ll be late on my first day. › › ⠀And just like that, you find yourself sat next to him, exchanging glances from time to time, you even caught him looking at you but faked to not have noticed. He’s had enough teasing for the day.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
The cafeteria is full as always, everyone is sitting in their usual places, groups of friends gathering around a table raising laughters and, sometimes, throwing food at each other; among them, there’s the one where Eddie Munson seat at its head, usually surrounded by younger students who play Dungeons and Dragons with him, but today there’s a new entry, someone who clearly doesn’t want nothing to do with those nerd freaks, so there was only him and Billy.
‹ ‹ Bro this is insane, › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Swallowing a piece of sandwich, Eddie looks way more ecstatic than usual - which is a lot - but mostly incapable to stop talking.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ You’ve stepped foot here how many times ? Three ? And now – an incredibly smoking hot girl arrives, telling you she’ll meet you here, and you actually wait for her ? No way, no way you’ve not lost your mind. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
On the other side, there’s a tetchy Billy Hargrove that’s barely managing to not break Eddie’s nose at the next word that come out his mouth, and he’s not even the only thing he has to deal with right now : the metalhead isn’t wrong, he hates to sit in there and eat, it makes him feel like some kind of loser, and it takes away from the untouchable aura he has built since he first arrived at Hawkins High.
‹ ‹ How many times do I have to fucking tell you that this is going to be just one time ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀His fist collides with the plasticky surface of the table, making Eddie's food tray tremble, but he doesn’t look much fazed by his gesture, being used to his aggressiveness after the last years.
‹ ‹ You should have smoked one before coming, you’re so tense. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀One thing Billy hates and likes about Eddie, is his way of approaching things : always with this nonchalant manner, because “there’s a solution to everything, man, relax” that’s his usual response, while Billy’s the exact opposite, resembling a bomb ready to explode at any time, if he's in the wrong mood.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Being friend with a girl like that and stutter in front of her like an idiot. I’ll make a move if you act like that again. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ What if I make you swallow all of your teeth instead ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀He’s quick to grab Eddie by the collar of his shirt, but he laughs at Billy’s flustered face nodding his head towards a direction behind his back.
‹ ‹ You’re sure you want to make this impression in front of her ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀The blonde releases the fist around the fabric and immediately turns into your direction, as you’re walking through the cafeteria with a tray in your hands and lost eyes darting everywhere in the room. Should he make himself noticeable ? Should he call you ? Why the fuck is he having this kind of issues ?⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Yoo hoo, y/n ! We’re here ! › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Eddie precedes Billy, making his nerves reach the surface once more.
You happily sigh when you hear Eddie’s voice - Robin told you his name - catches your attention from afar, waving his hand up high to be seen clearly; some people turn their head to look at you walking towards 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 table almost as if it’s somehow cursed, so you start thinking about all of that reputation and position thing that got Billy tangled in his own words. He’s always been hot tempered in his ways, a strong personality that’s not meant for everyone to properly appreciate or even tolerate, but you were lucky enough to have seen a side of him so sweet, it’s impossible for you to see him in every other way. At least for now.
You’re walking straight toward their table, when a blonde guy steps in front of you : a smile way too big for someone who doesn’t know you, his piercing blue eyes seem about to drill a hole in your head and you can’t quite explain such feeling. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Hello ! Welcome to Hawkins High, my name’s Jason, Jason Carver. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ Uhm, hi Jason, my name’s y/n. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ It’s slowly becoming an awkward situation, it feels like the cafeteria is going quieter by the second as you’re standing at the center with this weird jock blocking your way. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ It’s nice of you to welcome me, but I’m trying to go sit with my friends. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ A murmur raises among the students, making you frown with confusion and look around, until you find Billy’s eyes looking at you from his seat.
‹ ‹ Friends ? Those two ? I think you’ve been deceived, you should come sit with us. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Your confusion slowly becomes irritation, your eyes squint as you look back at Jason and his table of other jocks in uniform. Exactly what you’re trying to avoid at all costs, conformation.
‹ ‹ Let me stop you right here. I don’t know you, and you’re kinda creeping me out, coming at me like this as if you’re recruiting me for a cult or something. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ A general laughter is barely kept quiet, seeing how lost he’s looking around, probably confused because he’s not getting his usual validation. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ So now, can you kindly get away from me ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Finally he moves, letting you pass without further disturbing you.
‹ ‹ Fuck you Carver, she’s one of us now ! › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Eddie’s screamed words are the last thing that can be heard before everyone returns to their meal, making you laugh as you take a seat next to him, right in front of Billy.
‹ ‹ That was so weird, my God. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ You scoff Jason’s behaviour, taking a sip of your water. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ What was all of that for ? What did you do to him ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ A question that seems to have been awaited : the metalhead sits back into his chair, hands clutched behind his head, while Billy stays stoic with a clenched jaw a his leg nervously moving under the table.
‹ ‹ He so stupid to think that Dungeons and Dragons and metal music are some sort of satanic things – oh and that Billy killed someone. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ He adds, hitting his shoulder with a mocking fist and smirk.
‹ ‹ No way, you play D&D ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Immediate is your reaction to his small talk, scooting a little close to him with excitement in your eyes.
‹ ‹ Do you ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Billy asks, totally astonished.
‹ ‹ I always wanted to but never got the chance to try. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Los Angeles is an enormous city, your school has always been a place of great variety of peoples and personalities, but when it came to nerds, even they were selective about who they should let join their small circle. You once caught one of them with a Player’s Guide in his hands : your charm worked on him enough for you to get a look at its pages, and just like that, you had your first contact with the game. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ I even bought the manual, but it’s more difficult than I thought. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ Oh, you precious, little thing, you have no idea how lucky you are. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Eddie stands ups from his chair a gets a hold of your hand with both of his, a shiver runs down your spine feeling the warmth of his palm in contrast with his cold, chunky rings. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ I’m THE dungeon master, I’ll teach you if you give me this honour. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ With that, he does a little bow with reverence, making you giggle and even softly blush.
‹ ‹ I’d be more than pleased to give you a chance, sir. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ But while this little scene melts your heart, someone on the other side of the table can’t stop frowning, looking at you with a fire in his eyes Billy couldn’t even explain to himself. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ What about this weekend ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Eddie doesn’t miss a beat, taking every chance he has.
‹ ‹ Come on, what the fuck Munson ? You didn’t even let her finish the day and you’re already trying to fu– to get her. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Truth is, the sole thought of speaking about you with such terms, it kinda makes Billy’s skin crawl, and the way he just corrected himself makes Eddie so confused, knowing exactly how he speaks to and talks about the girls he hangs out with.
It’s not that hard for you to keep up with the sweet, almost clueless facade in front of such words, matter of fact, that’s your speciality : you were quick to learn how much easier it was for you when you kept up with that image of yourself, not that it is completely untruthful, but you like to exaggerate it in order to create an even bigger surprise for whoever gets lucky enough to get to know the other side of you. The one under your beloved pastel colors and delicate jewelry, which you love just as much.
‹ ‹ I’m not the one who’s an horny fuck all the time, Hargrove. Do you really want to go there ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ The tension between them does something to you, Billy’s furious stare and Eddie's teasing one are making your guts twist and turn, a sudden heat slithers right between your legs; as you clench your hand to release some pressure, you forget that’s still in between Eddie’s, which makes him look at you. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Something’s wrong ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ Are you two always like this ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Clearing your throat, you ask it with genuine curiosity. The way their personalities collide at each spoken word, even their appearances alone you’d never imagine them being together within five meters, and yet, here they are.
‹ ‹ Munson loves to risk a broken bone, so yeah, most of the time. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Eddie winks at you as he sits back and finishes his sandwich, and when Billy notices, he hits him with a loud smack behind his back - concealed in the form of an innocent pat - almost making him choke on his bite. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Only reason why I didn’t kill him yes, is because he’s the only one who sells actually good weed, and I’d kill myself id I had to stay in this place without it. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
There’s a certain level of understanding between you and him : both of you have been dragged away from your place of birth, forced to adapt to a brand new place totally different from where you grew up, but worst of all, your families parted you away from each other despite perfectly knowing how close you two were. Now, you’re both grown up, and god only knows what he’s been going through these past years, after his mother’s death.
The memory of a way too young Billy Hargrove falling into your arms crying his eyes out, he did everything he could to not crumble like that in front of you, even trying to muffle his cries, but you were his safe space and his body knew before his mind did. Barely a month later, he was in his father’s car, moving away from his home. From you.
‹ ‹ We should smoke together sometime, you both look like funny stoners. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Eddie slaps a hand on the table, dramatically shutting open his eyes as he looked at Billy with the most satisfied look on his face.
‹ ‹ And she smokes too.. bro, that’s a dream girl right here. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Unfortunately, Billy doesn’t truly match Eddie’s energy, on the contrary, he almost looks mad at you.
‹ ‹ No way I’m letting you do this shit. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ When did he become so strict ? A behaviour so out of the blue that even the metalhead looks shocked. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ We both know your father would cut my balls off if I ever brought you home smelling like that. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
𝙊𝙝 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙩.
The hottest thing out of all of that is the fact that he remembers, even if you haven’t seen each other until this very morning, Billy still remembers how your father recommended him to bring you home safe and in time, all of his never ending warnings must have stuck with him after all.
‹ ‹ First of all, I’ve been living in LA until a week ago, do you actually think that I’ve never smoked before ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ You shake your head, not mad, but amused, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥 by what else he’d be so serious about; meanwhile, you rip a piece of paper out of notebook, writing down your address and phone number before passing it to him. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ You better show up one of these days, mom’s going to want to see you as soon as I’ll tell her about you. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
With that, the bell rings once more, and you’re the first to leave the table, not without blowing them a kiss. Last thing you hear is them fighting over that same piece of paper, but you fake not hearing that and keep walking towards your next class.
Which one is leading me to hell or paradise ? ✩ Billy x Eddie x Steve x F!Reader
Summary : What happens when a lost gem from the past, appears all of the sudden in the palm of your hand ? That’s a question that Billy Hargrove never thought he’d be asking himself after all those years apart from you : his childhood best friend, his neighbor, the daughter of his mother’s best friend, of course you grew up incredibly close. But this was also the reason why he felt his young heart break when he had to move away, after his mother’s death.
On the other hand, not even y/n ever thought about meeting him again, but there she finds him, in that small town of Hawkins, with two more sweet treats to his sides; being raised as the perfect suburban princess, you soon got bored of perfection and normality, and began to seek adrenaline into whatever could easily create the biggest scandal.
And, above all, why would you refuse the possibility of having your personal harem of cool, hot guys ?
CW : Foursome - F\M\M\M, reverse harem, semi-public sex, fluff and smut, various kinks MINORS DNI
A\N : English in 𝗻𝗼𝘁 my first language, so be mindful as I try to be as fluent and as grammatically accurate as possible ! The story you’re about to read is meant to be mostly FANON, so don’t expect extreme canon accuracy on facts and character’s backgrounds, as I kinda re-wrote them in order to make them fit my story and ideas. I have no idea how long this is going to last, edits on the Stranger Things’ boys keep flooding my fyp so this idea randomly came up, p*rn with some plot -`♡´-
You can also find it on wattpad and AO3
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chapter One
It’s ugly.
There’s humid, almost wet air that you can feel weightening down your perfect curls that you’ve so neatly arranged before school, your first day at Hawkins High since you’ve moved a week ago, and you already miss your beloved, sunny California. Being the family’s princess meant that there was no space for you to contradict your father when he announced that the entire family was going to move to Hawkins - a damn hole in Indiana - for a job he got; an extremely talented engineer to whom the impossible mission of turning that small city into something more “advanced” was given.
Here you are, doing your best to keep a smile on your rosey lips as you walk through the swarm of students still gathered outside before the bell rings; there’s just a piece of paper in your hand, as the other holds onto the handle of your schoolbag, you enter the main corridor looking for the office, where they’re supposed to assign someone capable of properly show you around.
‹ ‹ Good morning miss, I’m y/n Harris. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀From the other side of the desk, a middle aged woman, with glasses way too big for her face, looks at you scrunching up her nose in a smile you can’t quite understand. Nonetheless, you keep your composure and clear your voice.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ I was told to come here for someone to chaperone me, is this person here ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ Give me one second, › › ⠀⠀ ⠀The sound of her toying with a bunch of buttons makes you curious enough to peek at what she’s pressing, even though it becomes obvious when she holds the microphone to her mouth. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Robin Buckley ? Mrs Buckley, we’re waiting for you at the — › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ I’m here ! God .. I’m.. I’m here, hi. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀A girl shows up with a short breath holding onto the doorframe to not lose her balance, and despite all, she finds ways of raising her hands and barely smile at you with a suffering grin on her face.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Sorry for the wait uuh.. y/n, right ? I’m Robin, let’s go ! › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
The attention of the lady behind the desk is long forgotten after she gives you another paper with the scheduled classes for everyday, when Robin nonchalantly grabs your wrist and drags you out of that room full of ringing telephones and cigar smell.
‹ ‹ We could have stayed a little longer, are you okay ? Catch your breath, Robin, I’m in no rush. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀A chuckle escapes your lips looking at how she’s still panting from the - what it looks like a - long run through the whole school.
‹ ‹ Stay a little longer ? Oh no, Ms Raymond would have asked me about my unjustified absences and stuff, › › ⠀⠀ ⠀She finally manages to take a deep breath and stand right up, hands both on her hips before she properly offers you a hand of introduction.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ You’re a singularity, you know ? I mean, there’s been a brother and his sister moving from California to here, but it’s not usual for big cities’ people to come here. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀The immediate thing you notice about her, is not just all of the nice freckles on her face, or the big smile she keeps even when out of breath, but especially how much she talks despite not knowing you at all.
‹ ‹ Unjustified absences ? I thought that only A students were called for this kind of job, guess things are upside down in this place. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀You already like her, catching something into her eyes, an interesting sparkle that you presume not a lot of people your age are going to have in here. So you anchor your arm around hers, letting her guide you wherever she needs to.
‹ ‹ They would have, but the perfect Wheeler had more important things to do, so here I am ! A much better company, in my humblest opinion. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀She nudges at your shoulders already giving in a level of confidence you truly appreciate. The last thing you needed was to be surrounded by people who only looked at you as if you were some kind of never-seen creature before.
‹ ‹ So you’re the cool kid, got it. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀A giggle rises in between you, walking all around the school while Robin nods and says hi to others she obviously knows : all you do is just smiling at them and give a look at this place, which looks way too grey and somehow gloomy, the flickering lights do not make a better scene but what can you do ? You’re so used to sunny mornings at your ocean blue school, with big windows to let sunlight in, chill professors and shorts all year around. That’s another reason why you truly dislike Hawkins, being forced to wear lots of layers of clothing to not catch a cold, especially now in October.
The tour should have lasted at least the whole duration of the first hour, that’s why they gave you permission to skip your first class, but after more or less thirty minutes of walking and showing you around only the the “most important places” to Robin’s extremely veteran view, you find yourselves crossing the empty basketball field on the back of the school.
‹ ‹ Hey uhm, would you mind a quick cigarette break ? Does it bother you or.. ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀You find it so sweet that she cares enough to ask, it’s not common to hear something like this, you yourself tend to ask people near you whether they’d be bothered from your joint’s smoke, even if you’re just an occasional smoker.
‹ ‹ Absolutely not, show me THE spot, baby. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Everything has been going so smoothly since her freckled face appeared from the office’s door frame, even now, you can't stop smiling to each other as she brings you towards the underside of the bleachers. Of course, a classic that never fails.
‹ ‹ Want a drag ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀She asks, offering you the cigarette in between her fingers, thin grey smoke leaving her lips.
‹ ‹ Oh no, I don’t do cigarettes, but thanks. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀A metal piece of the structure becomes some sort of a bench, where you manage to find the right balance to sit kind of comfortably, with the tip of your feet barely touching the grass and the side of your head laid against the nearby column. Your curls do the job of creating a surface soft enough.
‹ ‹ So, y/n.. why did you end up here ? I mean, from California ? Really ? There must be a good reason, or I’d personally be mad as hell. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀You can’t help but sigh, silently agreeing with her nodding at her words.
‹ ‹ My father’s supposed to renew Hawkins to keep it up with progress and stuff like that, › › ⠀⠀ ⠀You’re not going to act like a brat incapable of understanding the importance of your father’s job, but how did they expect him to give this city, which seems forgotten by time and God itself, a brand new makeover ?⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Don’t get me wrong, I’m mad as hell, but what can I do ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ Well, I’m no magician, but at least you’ve got me ! And there’s a couple more people that I’d like to introduce – › › ⠀⠀ ⠀The collision is imminent. It’s too late when you notice a couple of guys tangled to each other as they keep coming towards Robin’s back : you can’t tell whether they’re fighting or .. you actually have no idea. The last thing you know, is that you don’t make it in time to alert your friend, and she ends up shoved forward, her cigarette falling to the grass, but at least you catch her.
‹ ‹ My God, are you okay ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀A slightly more high pitched tone raises from you chest as you help her find her balance again, checking whether she got hurt somehow.
‹ ‹ Ah fuck, sorry Buckley – but this dumb ass stupid mustache face doesn’t want to pay for the weed ! › › ⠀⠀ ⠀One of the guy’s voice resonates high and raspy, almost buzzing with an extremely nervous energy, right before he tries one more time to get a hold of the small bag of weed the other one is keeping high on his head. He has long curly black hair, a worn out leather jacket with a battle vest on top of it, and a chain attached to his ripped jeans clanking each time he moves.
𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩.
You can’t see much of the other guys, if not the back of his also incredibly curly hair, but his are blondish, cut into a way too perfect mullet, while his clothes differ almost as the opposite from those of the one who just talked : jeans on jeans, the denim of his jacket matches perfectly with his jeans’.
‹ ‹ Damnit Munson, that was my last one ! › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Robin grunts out of frustration as you’re trying to make a sense out of the situation : what’s sure is that they all know each others, at least the metalhead knows her.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ .. ugh, you’re safe for this one time. Hargrove, give me a cigarette. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀With that, the world seems to stop.
Not a voice, not a single bird chirping, not even the dangling of the guy’s chain, but when he turns around, grinning under his mustache, your breath gets stuck in your throat. It’s 𝘩𝘪𝘮. After all these years spent waiting for a response to the numerous letters you’ve tried to send him wherever he moved, there he is, your long lost childhood friend. Billy Hargrove.
‹ ‹ Not a chance Buckley, get your own pack. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀He didn’t notice you yet, when he mockingly takes a brand new cigarette from his pack and puts it in between his lips; on the other hand, it’s you who didn’t notice how the black haired guy is looking at you, lips slightly parted maybe because he feels confused about the fact that he’s never seen your face before. And in a place small like Hawkins, it would have been impossible for him to not catch not even a single sight of your amazingly luscious hair or perfectly shaped figure. Meanwhile, Robin is quicker than the metalhead stranger, and manages to steal the cigarette from Billy’s mouth. ⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ What the – give it back, you little – › › ⠀⠀ ⠀He finally sees you.
His blue eyes are squinting as he shuts down, head slightly tilted to the side because he’s feeling like he’s seen you before, but without any idea on where or when; it’s normal, you think, since both of you were barely children the last time you’ve seen each other.
‹ ‹ Long time no see, Billy. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Soft, almost cuddling voice, you barely contain a smile when his expression goes from confusion to pure surprise; on the contrary, both Robin and Munson are looking at the scene completely oblivious about what’s going on between the two of you, but especially because none of them has ever seen the infamous Hargrove with a face like that, and at a loss for words.
‹ ‹ Are you.. wait.. y/n ? Is it you ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Being physical touch your love language, it’s impossible for you to stay still a moment more : you give in your need to hug him, wrapping your arms around his torso with a never ending smile curling up your lips. Even your eyes sparkle, when you raise your head to meet his, still in shock, arms blocked mid air not knowing what to do.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ What– how ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀
‹ ‹ Alright, what’s going on ? But mostly, how are you hugging HIM and not being tossed away like a rag ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀It’s Robin who cuts him off with rightful confusion in her voice, but what makes you turn to face her, your arms melting away from Billy, are her last words.
‹ ‹ We’ve been friends since we were like – I don’t know, like three years old ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀The ways he’s still at a loss of words makes your eyebrows frown with funny puzzlement, as you were waiting for him to say something; his silence doesn’t scare you, having known him for so long, he’s never been a big talker in situations like these. At least that’s how he used to be when you were little, now you have no idea whether something has changed.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ We were neighbours until he moved. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀As promised, even if it was year ago, you 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭.
‹ ‹ Oh, my God, you, sweet cali doll, were Billy's friend ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Robin and the other guy start laughing bracing themselves, almost falling face to the ground.
‹ ‹ What the – what the fuck y’all laughing for ?! › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Billy takes his rage - but mostly hidden embarrassment - on the poor guy, shoving him onto the grass, but it doesn’t stop him; even Robin follows him, letting herself go on the ground next to him, trying her best to stop the laughs.
The scene is funny enough for you to softly laugh with them, your eyes darting from the two at your feet to Billy, who turn his face to you red in his face : his expression softens in hearing your laugh, a wave of unexpected nostalgia drowns him in a flow of memories he thought he’d erased from his mind when he last saw you standing in the middle of the street. Your baby face stained with way too many tears while he was trapped in the backseat of his father’s car, looking at you through the rear window.
‹ ‹ Guess you’ve made quite a tough reputation for yourself, haven't you ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀He does everything he can, but when it comes to talk to you, words get stuck in his throat. You look like one of the last beautiful memories he has, after his mother’s, like a single ray of sun coming through the thick clouds of Hawkins to give him the warmth he so desperately has been needing. Now, having you so close to him, he can’t stop looking at you with the same eyes he used to have a long time ago : amazed, an angry kind, eyes flickering along your whole body, especially focusing on your sweet eyes. He always yearned for your eyes, their memory haunting him during the nights after his mother died and he had no one to go to, after his father snatched him away from everything he had left.
‹ ‹ Yeah, big boy, she asked you a question. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀The black haired guy keeps on teasing him to his limits, but the whole situation has a funny undertone to you, absolutely unconscious of the storm going on in Billy’s head.
‹ ‹ Shut the fuck up Munson. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀A true miracle that Billy didn’t kick him in the face, and even if he didn’t tell, everyone there got a sense that he had mercy only because of you.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ Well - he clears his throat - you know, I uh, I had to let them know their place. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Having had enough of being the main matter of their laughs, Billy gathers his last stills of dignity and does his best to put back his reputation’s mask, his lips turning back to a flirty grin while he closes the distance with you by putting a hand to the steel column behind your back.
At that moment, you don’t feel better than any teenage boy, as your eyes fall onto his chest : it is not uncovered, but his shirt is so tight that you’re able to notice how plump it is through the fabric. You think that he definitely grew up well, that the mustaches suit him way better than you would have expected, but mostly how you’d love to sit on them.
𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙.
‹ ‹ Alright, I guess they know their place by now.. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀You look at the two behind Billy’s back - finally back on their feet - winking at them, letting them know that you’re not done playing, and it’s so obvious you’re mocking him, to play with fire is one of your most beloved activity.⠀⠀ ⠀‹ ‹ ..what’s my place, then ? › › ⠀⠀ ⠀ Unluckyly for him, that look in your eyes is making him feeling way more heated than any other girl, ever, almost as if you know exactly where his weak spot is, and you’re successfully aiming right at it.
‹ ‹ You’re – you’re uhm.. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀He looks so cute when he stutters, a scene that leaves Robin and that Munson completely shocked once again, murmuring something to each other as they silently keep looking. But Billy’s luck is on his side : the bell rings, signaling the beginning of the second hour and the end of her free time. So you take a step away from the column pressed against your back.
‹ ‹ Take your time to think about it, okay ? See you at lunch, Hargrove. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀He’s still in the same position when you reach for Robin’s arm once more, waving your hand at the two guys under the bleachers before you and your new friend laugh and giggle about how good you put him into his place.
‹ ‹ I already freaking love you. › › ⠀⠀ ⠀Robin says, snuggling a bit more next to you as you disappear inside the building.
Maybe your new life in Hawkins it's not going to be so bad, after all.
a/n: hi guys! it was suppose to be headcanons when I first got the idea, but it ended up like this, i hope you enjoy this fluffy piece. also put a christmas twist on it!
Billy loved water. You found this out early in your relationship. He always stayed up after his shift at a pool, swimming after spending a day being thirsted over by Hawkins mothers and screaming at their kids.
You were always meeting him after his shift, sitting by the poolside, feet in the water while he swam.
"When you're gonna join me, sweetheart?" he asked after doing a flip underwater. You chuckled and shook his head at him showing off.
"I joined you earlier today and yesterday, Billy"
"Nuh uh, you were here yesterday to meet Heather and today you tanned with your other girls, just teasing me in your little bikini"
You puckered up your lips, asking for a kiss and he pecked your lips gently, but bit your bottom lip lightly, swimming away.
Summer went away and Billy missed California more than usual. You were snuggled to his side on his bed one autumn evening and he told you all about it, stroking your hair.
On your first Christmas together you talked about the future. You were highschool senior and Billy graduated year ago. He told you California is the goal for him, to be back one day, but it doesn't have to be right away.
He mumbled something in your hair. Something that sounded awfully familiar to: you're the future now, wherever you are I'm there too. But he cleared his throat before you even managed to look at him with your glassy eyes. "Anywhere is better than this shit hole" he stated and you rolled your eyes, but that warmth lingered in your chest.
You never gived it much thought though. You knew that Billy missed his home (but less now that he had you and you two moved out of Hawkins when you started college), that he loved summer and jumped in the pool, lake or whatever whenever he had the chance.
You also knew that he loved long ass showers. What you didn't know, was the fact that your boyfriend also loved baths. A lot. He was just good at hiding it. But only for so long.
You came home earlier today. Your last class before the weekend got cancelled, so you picked up some grocieries, thinking about making something sweet and yummy.
You stepped in your shared apartment and was greeted with a sweet smell coming from the bathroom. Weren't these your bathsalts? The bathroom door was creeked and you could see Billy. He was standing in front of the mirror, shaving. He only had sweatpants on and he looked stunning as always, with his curls still damp, couple droplets on his shoulders. You knocked gently and small smile graced his face when he saw you in the mirror.
"Hi, sweetheart" his voice deep and lazy, like he just woke up from a good nap "is it four already?"
"No, the class was cancelled, went to the store though. Think im gonna bake something" you lifted a bag to show him. He nodded in approval, already excited for whatever you were planning to make and even more excited about being able to tease you during it.
"Gimmie a kiss, baby" he murmured and you leaned in to peck his lips, some of the shaving cream landing on your cheek. You laughed and pulled away, swatting his arm.
"You took a bath, babe?" you asked him in a playful tone, looking at bottles with your bathsalts, trying to figure out if he used them. Of course you wouldn't mind if he did, and you were almost sure he used one of them, given the rose and vanilla smell.
But he didn't even flinch. Just kept shaving.
"Nah, just took a shower. Long one, like usually. Work was a bitch today and wanted to be nice and fresh for my girl"
You shook your head slightly, but still went closer and hugged him, your cold cheek resting against his back.
"You do smell good" you mumbled, already thinking of catching him taking a bath next time. Not because you wanted to tease him, but just because you wanted him to feel comfortable around you. You made a lot of progress with him though. The walls that he build around himself, approach to masculinity formed throught life with his toxic father, it all was changing, slowly but gradually, thanks to you.
The perfect opportunity presented itself before Christmas. Your aunt called and asked if you had plans for the holidays. She was going to Colorado for Christmas with her husband and she needed someone to watch over the house and her dog.
Your auntie was your mom oldest sister and she never had kids. She was the rich aunt and sleeping in her house as kid was always like a dream for you. Her house was lavish, but not overly, done with taste and what you remember most was the bathroom. The master bathroom your auntie always let you and your cousins take a bath in. Not only take a bath, but you did everything there. Your hair, nails, make up, you played dress up. And it was coral pink, with beautiful tiles and huge bathtub.
Three days before Christmas you made it to your auntie's home. She and her husband were waiting for you outside along with the main star of the show, your aunt's dog - a white english labrador called Biscuit. He of course couldn't recognize Billy's camaro, but he recognized you right away. He run to you, jumping on your lap before you could even get out of the car. Billy joined you two, crounching down. Biscuit looked at him, studied his face and sniffed him. Billy reached to scratch behind his ear and Biscuit leaned into his touch, wagging his tail.
"He likes you, babe" you said smiling at Billy.
Your aunt had the prettiest Christmas tree and underneath it a lot of presents. For you, Billy and Biscuit obviously. It was afternoon on Christmas Eve when you were in the kitchen, a pie you always baked with your mom in the oven and Billy was roaming through his bags, looking for your gift, which he left at home.
"Fuckin shit" he mumbled just when you stepped into the bedroom to ask him if he wanted to see a movie later.
"Billy, what is it?"
He bit his lip contemplating whether he should make something up or just tell you the truth. He'd lie to any other girl, but not to you, especially after being with you for almost 2 years.
"Babe, I... fuck, I left your Christmas gift back home" he admited, turning around so you could see him. You tilted your head and looked at him.
"That's it?" you asked, approaching him and wrapping your hands around his neck.
"Yeah, but it feels so stupid, I know you put mine present under a tree..."
You shuted him up with a kiss and it felt so good, because usually he was the one to do it. His hands went to your waist, holding you and you felt him melt into the kiss.
"You need to shut up sometimes, you know?" you whispered into his mouth, before kissing him once more. "Besides.. I kinda know a way how you can make it up to me."
"Oh, you do?"
"Mhmm. How about you watch the pie in the kitchen and I'll get you when I'm ready?"
Billy rolled his eyes, because he wasn't that obsessed with surprises, but something told him that he could trust you.
He went down to the kitchen and you took action. You grabbed your pjs and robes from guest bathroom and rushed to the master one. You turned on the water and opened the cabinet with bath salts, oils, gels. You picked rose and sweet almond oil and salts of the same smell. You also added bath foam and soon the bathroom smelled so calming and sweet and the tub was filled with bubbles. Perfect.
You went downstairs and told him to close his eyes. He laced his fingers with yours, closed his eyes and let you lead the way. He wasn't used to this big house so he had no idea where you're taking him. Just when smell a beautiful smell of bath products hit his nose you told him to open his eyes. It was the first time he saw the pink bathroom, since you got here you've been using the guest one.
"What's all that, babe?"
"Gift for you and me both. I want you to get in."
"And how is this a gift for you too?"
"Because maybe that's what gonna make you admit how much you love baths?" you asked with a sweet voice and he had that defeated but at the same time relieved look on his face.
"Okay" he finally said. "But only if you're gettin in with me"
And how on earth would you say no? Next thing you knew was Billy in the bathtub already while you were checking the water with your toe, which was ridiculous for him since you were the one responsible for temperature. But you finally got in, warm water, bubbles and his arms wrapping you in the coziest embrace.
"Alright you were right since the beginning" Billy sighed after a while.
You hummed, tilting your head so you could kiss his neck.
"You don't have to be ashamed of enjoying something, because Neil thought so, Billy. Especially with me. I won't think less of you. Never."
Billy just brought you closer to his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pressing series of loving kisses.
"I love you so much, baby" he mumbled into your neck and you felt your heart doing the backflip. It wasn't the first time he said it, but everytime he did, so felt the same thing in your chest.
"Love you more" you said quietly and he shook his head, his curls tickling you.
You stayed like that for a while, until water got cold. You got then put on the robes which turned out to be the fluffiest you'd ever had on.
Downstairs Biscuit waited for you and he was beyond happy when he saw you, especially Billy who became his best friend.
You settled on the couch in front of the tv, with Biscuit lying next to Billy. You picked a movie from the VHS collection and snacked on freshly baked cookies. Billy wanted pie but you insisted it's for Christmas Day only. That was all you could ever asked for Christmas. You were the happiest you've ever been and so was your man.
You didn't even know when but you dozed off, but woke up in silk sheets in the guest bedroom. Warmth filled your chest to the thought of Billy carrying you upstairs, because you knew that you didn't fall asleep in bed. Your flannel pjs were on, robes on the armchair next to the bed.
You reached your hand where Billy's chest should be, but instead you touched his hip. You looked up opening one eye and you saw him, sitting against the headboard with magazine on his lap.
"Merry Christmas, sleepyhead" he spoke, leaning down to kiss you.
"What-what time is it?" you asked confused.
"Almost 10. You slept so peacefully, baby"
You sat up at looked at what he was reading. One magazine on his lap, three other on the bed.
"What are those, baby?" you asked, pointing to a stash of ripped out pages. You took a closer look and realized all of these are photos of bathrooms.
"Your aunt called in the morning to wish us Merry Christmas. Told her that her favorite niece is asleep and asked her if I could take a look in interior design magazines"
"Oh she's a sweet one. Did she woke you up? And what's the sudden interest in interior?"
Billy wrapped his arm around you, so you could lay on his chest.
"No, she didn't. I woke up and took Biscuit out. And these?" he handed you the pages. "Are for the house I'm gonna build for us. Had to get inspo for the bathroom" he flashed you that smirk of his, but his eyes were soft with love.
"Can't wait till we get you back to California then" you smiled at him and he pulled you in. He couldn't wait to. But waiting wasn't what it was. Now that he had you it was a journey as joyful and exciting as the destination.
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if someone else wants to be tagged in my Billy works pls lmk!
your boyfriend, steve harrington was utterly and incandescently obsessed with you, and it was something he took great pride in.
nothing brought steve more happiness than his girlfriend, his perfect, gorgeous, most kind and intelligent girlfriend he had the privilege of being with ever since he was 19.
this boy loves you, more than he could ever describe. every fibre of his being had your name written all over it. you were his first thought in the morning and the last before he went to bed.
you were his everything, and he was yours.
—
your best friend, robin was someone that you cherished. she was there for you through thick and thin and vice versa. this naturally meant along the way, steve became one of your best friends too.
but, what you didn’t know was the serious plotting your two best friends have been conspiring about ever since the day he saw your pretty face walk into scoops ahoy. not only with lunch in hand for robin, but some for steve as well and you’d never even met.
“sooo, y/n’s really pretty or whatever” steve said that day after you had left, attempting to be as nonchalant as possible, suddenly wiping the same table at scoops ahoy is normal (he’s wiped it down 4 times and no one’s sat there).
robin couldn’t control the smile that came to her face, “dingus, are you telling me you think my best friend’s hot?” steve rolls his eyes, “so what if i am?”
he’s ready to argue with her, ready to hear the lectures about how he didn’t deserve her, and how he didn’t stand a chance. but he didn’t get any of that, instead he got robin’s approval and it just exploded from there.
“soooo, steve’s pretty cute” you say to robin later that night on your nightly calls, she genuinely laughs, this was going to be great.
your phone rang mysteriously after you hung up the call with robin.
“hello, y/n speaking” steve could hear your smile through the phone, his mouth went dry and god he forgot how to speak. “hellooo?” you say, “uh hi” steve mutters, you chuckle into the phone immediately knowing robin put him up to this.
“steve?” you smile, dangling the phone cord around your finger as you eagerly wait for a reply. “yeah?” steve is hopeless. “hi, steve” you grin, it’s taking everything for you not to squeal into the phone.
“hi, y/n” he says sheepishly, “i would have never thought king steve would be so shy on the phone” you giggle, he laughs with you, feeling the heat creep up to his cheeks.
“yeah well, it’s not everyday i get to talk to pretty girls on the phone” he flirts, there he is, the steve robin told you all about. she had told you about his flirty nature, but under it all he was just a big softie.
“to what to i owe the pleasure, steve?” his name sounds so good rolling off your tongue, he places a hand on his head and tips his head back, he’s losing it and it’s all your fault.
“well i uh, asked robin for your number because i had a great time speaking to you today” you nod along with him, “mhm?” you encourage, “and i think you’re really pretty” he’s punching himself, why was he such a loser all of a sudden.
“i think you’re really pretty too, steve” you grin teasing him, making him huff out a boyish laugh, one that made your knees buckle. “i had a great time speaking to you today as well” you say earnestly, and his heart swells.
“i just thought maybe we could hang out sometime?” he gains his composure, clearing his throat, you’re about to scream.
“sounds like a date, harrington” you flirt and steve is so happy you can catch a hint. “and if it is?” he’s so charming, “then i say pick me up tomorrow at 7 ” steve has never smiled this much in his life. he’s in trouble.
and that’s how steve ended up completely wrapped around your finger.
—
after the starcourt mall drama, everything seemed to settle down, you were officially with steve, all the supernatural shit was quiet and you had made a bunch of new friends through robin, it was perfect.
“steve” you breathe out, chuckling when yet another kiss was pressed against your jaw, you can feel his smile on your skin, his hands stationed right on your waist during his “quick 5” at the video store.
this was a pretty common situation for the two of you, whether it was your job or his. you both couldn’t help it, the joy of each others company feeling like a necessity rather than an opportunity.
“hold on,” he mutters, kisses not relenting as your hands made their way to his hair. he groans at the contact, dipping his head to catch your lips, his tongue licking into your mouth as he presses you into his chest, in turn making him pressed up further into the door of the break room.
“babe, it’s definitely been more than 5 minutes” you hum against his mouth and the vibrations alone he feels deep in his stomach. he chases your lips, grumbling against them as you tried to speak again.
you pull back, placing your hands on his chest, his lips are swollen, hair messy and pupils taking up the entirety of his eyes, and you’re certain you looked just as crazy. he pouts, looking at you like you told him a puppy died.
“stevey, honey i don’t wanna get you in trouble” you smooth down the wrinkles in his shirt and then reach up to put his hair back in its perfect place.
“honey, i love you but you need to stop talking i need to get in my scheduled y/n time” he says like it’s common knowledge, you roll your eyes playfully, looking up at him with so much affection in your eyes he’s flatlining.
“i love you too but you always say that and then you get in trouble with keith” you narrow your eyes at him.
“baby” he whines, “i’m not gonna see you for what? 3 hours? that’s fucking torture” he burries his face where your shoulder meets your neck, he nose nudging you playfully at your pulse point because he knows it makes you laugh.
“let me love my girlfriend, thank you” he scoffs.
“you can push through, stevey” you gently tap his back, soothing him immediately as you can feel him melt into you.
“nah, i don’t think so, sweetheart, i’m feeling faint you know” he jokes, you giggle as he grabs his hand to fan himself, you lean forward, kissing his cheek repeatedly as he lifts his head up to look at you.
you smile at him, resting your chin on his chest looking up at him with those big lovey dovey eyes and he’s done for. his strong arms envelope your body, gently rocking you side to side.
“you’re so handsome, you know?” you say affectionately, he can’t help the overwhelming emotions taking over he just squeezes you to him and kisses all over your face, saving your lips till last.
“you’re so beautiful, honey” he mumbles, shaking his head in disbelief that he is dating you. he gives you an exaggerated kiss, a big mwah bouncing off the tiny break room walls.
“can the lovebirds finish up their 5 that’s now turned into a 25?” robin calls out, a frustrated tone but the two of you both know there’s no bite in her words.
“see?” you smirk at him, “yeah yeah, smartass, let’s go” he says against your mouth, giving you one more kiss for good measure.
“oh hey, rob” you say as you emerge from the break room, giving her your signature smile. “hello” she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows as steve comes out after you.
“i love that when you come here, you don’t greet me first, you just grab steve and go back there” she nudges her head at the door, steve smiles proudly, his arm coming over your chest and pulling you back into his body.
you place your hand on the arm holding you, you smile at robin, “you know i love you, and i always attend our nightly phone calls” you reason, robin rolls her eyes, she couldn’t be mad at you two if she tried. seeing her two best friends this happy was her favourite feeling.
steve presses a kiss to your head, your scent driving him insane. “stay for a bit?” steve pleads, knowing you have work at the record store in about an hour. you nod, separating yourself and sitting behind the counter, curling your finger at steve teasingly.
he’s honestly like a dog with how quickly he came to you, standing between your legs and cradling your face immediately pressing a gentle kiss on your lips before his hands lay flat on your thighs, his thumbs rubbing comforting shapes over your exposed skin.
—
“you’re so warm” steve sighs out contemptly, his face smushed into the skin of your tummy, head under the shirt you were wearing ironically belonging to him.
you giggle, the little vibrations making you ticklish, he begins to kiss up your tummy, up your chest and somehow manages to squish his head into the collar of the shirt, his face pressed against yours completely.
you’re laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl, steve just knew how to make you smile. “steven! you’re stretching out the shirt” he giggles with you, his laughter through his kisses making you smile tenfold.
“baby, don’t deprive me of your body heat” he tutts, kissing your cheek affectionately as his lips are already smushed against you due to the proximity.
“steve, honey, you’re supposed to be watching the movie” you chuckle, your hand rubbing up and down his back soothingly as he lays basically on top of you.
“mhm, i am” kisses, “bullshit you are not” you laugh, giving him a playful pinch on his waist. “sweetheart, i am, the thingy just happened with the lady” he rambles, now focused on kissing you instead.
your head is spinning, steve kisses are always so sure, completely full with intent and so much love. obsession is an understatement, once he starts, it’s game over.
“uh huh,” you give up, chasing his lips as he pulled away for a moment. he’s grinning against you now, he knew you’d forget all about the conversation once his mouth was on yours.
—
“are you fucking joking?” you gasp, you’d just received a call from your adopted son dustin who told you steve got in a fight, a bad one.
steve winces, not even wanting to meet your eye as you stride through the wheeler’s house. a usual scene you see almost daily, your boyfriend beaten to a pulp, the kids around him worried and the teens conspiring about something.
“i told you not to call her” steve groans, hiding his face as much as possible. “i had to, have you seen yourself?” dustin holds up his hands, bracing for impact as you approach them on the couch.
“dustin, honey, do you mind if i take your seat so i can deal with my dumbass boyfriend?” you say so sickingly sweet steve felt hopeful. dustin quickly nods, allowing you to sit in his position and when you do, you gasp.
“steve, oh my god” you’re in shock, he was bloody all over, black eye and bruises all over him. “i know, sweetheart, i’m sorry” he sighs, his eyes trailing all over your face, his hand comes up on instinct, smoothing the wrinkle between your brow with the pad of his thumb.
“what were you thinking?” you start, feeling your heartbeat going extremely fast, “you’re bloody all over, steve”
“don’t be angry, honey, i’m okay” he grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. you look like you’re about to cry, steve notices and moves closer.
“we need to clean you up, come on” you drag him to the bathroom, making him sit on the closed toilet seat as you take a good look at him.
“steve, what the fuck?” you shake your head, analysing his face in great detail, “dustin was being bullied, baby, i had to do something” he explains, his words tugging on your heartstrings. he really cherished that boy and it only made you fall for him more.
you nod, kissing the crown of his head gently as you take out the first aid kit. he taps his lap, guiding your waist to sit across his thighs. you hated how this was so natural for you two, you always having to put your boyfriend together.
“oh, honey” you sigh, beginning to gently clean his cuts and bruises with utmost diligence. he watches your every move, each touch filled with love and so much care, he loves when this happens secretly, he likes knowing you’re there for him.
“is it bad?” steve asks you softly, his hand resting on your thigh and the other pressed against your back to keep you in position.
“it’s a little bad, baby, but we can fix it” you admit, “but you’re still so handsome” you try to lighten the mood. he chuckles fondly, leaning forward to gently peck your lips, trying not to split his lip anymore than it was.
“don’t worry about me, sweetheart” he whispers, the intimacy of the moment making everything feel so fragile. “i can’t not worry about you, love” you whisper back at him, “i don’t like seeing you hurt” steve nods, he knows what you mean more than anyone.
“i know, baby, i know” he soothes, his thumb gently moving back and forth across your thigh, he leans his forehead against yours, both of you just sitting in a comfortable silence.
“thanks for always being my nurse” he grins at you, nudging his nose with yours fondly, you laugh through your nose, the gently exhale making steve’s goosebumps appear, “you’re stuck with me, harrington”.
❥ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: After being stood up by Eddie Munson, you run into Steve Harrington on the walk home from the trailer park. He lends you listening ear and a ride—and instead of taking you home, he takes you to his.
❥ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: MDNI! 18+ content! Explicit language. Smut with undertones of fluff, and a little angst (if you squint). Unprotected penetrative sex, f!receiving oral sex, past casual relationship with Eddie.
❥ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: My first post, nerve wracking as hell !! I think I got a bit carried away !
You stare at the phone blankly after hanging it up. It was a call that you had been all but unfamiliar with receiving, but it conflicted you all the same each time. And always went the same way. He would make fake niceties, ask you shallow questions about your day and try to keep up some small talk before, inevitably, asking the same damn question.
“Do you wanna come over tonight?”
You huffed in annoyance each time, making a half-hearted attempt to resist and trying to conjure up some lame excuse not to, but each time you would end the call with a reluctant ‘Fine, Eddie, I’ll be there.’ You hated yourself for being persuaded so easily. It was basically routine at this point, and it was stupid of you to even pick up the phone in the first place. As soon as you heard his voice on the other line, you should’ve hung up on him. You always think these things are so easy to do until you have to do them, until you hear his sultry voice pleading on the other end of the phone for just one more time. You let yourself think, in that moment, that maybe it’ll be different for once. It’s a stupid, short-lived belief.
Even so, you find yourself sat in front of your vanity again, brushing your hair and curling your eyelashes in hopes of impressing him. Maybe if your cheeks are a little more rosy, your eyelids a little more colourful, he might change how he feels about you. He might come to the revelation that he wants more than just sex this time. You know your efforts are futile, as long as your clothes are easy to take off he couldn’t care less about anything else, but it makes you feel better for a few moments to let yourself believe otherwise is true. You reluctantly slip on a matching set of underwear, lacy and baby pink. Very intentional. You know you look good, and you know that Eddie will appreciate it. You realize that this is the reason he expects the same thing every time—because you deliver it. You curse yourself for it. Shaking the thought from your head, you step into a short pink dress, throwing a cable-knit cardigan on top.
You try not to think as you walk down the stairs, out of your house, and down the street to his. You consider turning back about a million times, but you end up at his trailer before you can actually muster the courage to do it. You knock on the door a couple times, waiting patiently, stupidly, for a response. Then again when you don’t receive an answer, the action proving ultimately as useless as the first one. You raise onto your tiptoes to try peek through the window, and you find that the trailer is completely empty inside. Your face grows warm as you look around the trailer park, realizing no one is around or waiting for you.
Tears threaten your eyes, and you forcefully blink them away before they get the chance to well. You shake your head, promising yourself that you won’t be brought down by the behaviour of Eddie Munson. Not again. You turn and make your way back down the street, your shoulders slumping. The street is desolate and lifeless, the late hour clearing the pedestrians from wandering and leaving you alone on the road. That is, until headlights shine from behind you, casting your shadow on the concrete front of you.
A familiar burgundy BMW slows as it approaches, stopping beside you. The tinted window rolls down, and you’re met with the face of Steve Harrington. You brush a stray hair from your face, then attempt to clean the smudged mascara from beneath your eyes with the knuckle of your thumb.
“Hey, L/N,” he drapes his arm over the door, “what are you doing out here?” he asks, his eyebrow cocked as he looks up and down the dark street. You’re slightly surprised to hear the concern in his voice. Although, you suppose, you’ve seen him around and you hang around a lot of the same people. Besides, it’s kind of impossible to roam the halls of Hawkins High School and never hear the name King Steve. You’ve had quite a bit of interaction with this boy, but the significance of your friendship only really occurs to you the moment that he stops his drive to talk to you.
You shrug your shoulders, and you feel your cheeks grow rosy as you realize you have to find a way to avoid telling him the truth for the sake of your own dignity. He raises an eyebrow at you, “It’s late, you know,” he says, pointing out the obvious. You feign a small, agreeing smile, nodding your head as you avert your gaze to the ground. You open your mouth to speak, hesitating when you try to figure out what to say, “I know. I, um,” you shake your head, “I was just on the way home.”
He’s clearly dissatisfied with your response, concern still evident on his face when he tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. “That’s awfully vague,” he mumbles, almost to himself, “Here, you want a ride?” he asks, gripping the stick shift and switching back into drive, his gaze unwavering.
You blink at him, slightly surprised by the invitation, “No, that's okay, Steve.”
You purse your lips into a polite smile, and he gives you a disapproving frown along with a quick, dismissive shake of his head. He opens the door opposite to him, a gesture for you to get in. His tone is persistent but gentle, “Come on.” He cocks his head toward the empty seat beside him, “Let me at least get you off the street. You can chill at my place, just to… you know, not be alone.”
You carefully consider his offer, pulling your lower lip between your teeth in thought, a subconscious attempt to suppress the smile that tries to pull your cheeks. You dip your chin, soon decidedly trotting your way around the front of his car and slipping through the passenger door. His arm crosses your body as he shuts it beside you with a soft thud, before he returns his grip back to the steering wheel. You lay your hands in your lap, watching yourself fiddle with your fingers. It’s hard not to think about the fact that you’ve never been alone with this boy. The car is quiet for a beat, the low hum of the engine bringing ambience to the space. You realize that you feel a bit less lonesome now, being in this car with him. A wave of gratitude washes over you, and you wonder if he knows that he’s saved you from a harrowing, pitiful night at home alone.
“Thanks,” you mutter, needlessly ashamed to say it.
He shakes his head, “Don’t mention it,” he says as he turns to look at you, his expression curious once again. “Where were you coming from?”
You scrunch your nose and bring your gaze back down to your nervous, fidgeting fingers. “Nowhere,” you lie, the familiarity of embarrassment crawling up your neck.
He gives you a comforting half-smile, his eyes shifting back to the road now that he has you talking, the engine turning and thrusting the vehicle forward. “No, come on.”
You hide your face with your hands, an action you realize is meaningless as he’s not even looking at you anymore, “God, it’s embarrassing.”
He smiles amusedly when he senses your unease. He remains wordless, the quiet itself urging you to continue. “I went to… um, Eddie’s place.” The words leave your mouth reluctantly, humiliating and heavy on your tongue.
You see his eyes widen a bit as he processes what you’ve said. “No kidding,” He says with a scoff, disbelief heavy in his voice. “Munson?”
Your chest tightens, and you’re unsure if you’re more ashamed by your actions or Steve’s reaction. “Yes, Munson,” you huff, “but nothing happened.”
He seems to lose some amusement from your clarification, potentially hoping for a juicier outcome. To your surprise, he doesn’t press any further. You were glad to see him bring his focus back to the road, going back to quietly navigating the stark streets for the remainder of the drive. You watch the unlit houses go by through the window, cruising by streets you only faintly recognize. Before you know it, Steve is pulling into his driveway and leading you up the small steps to his front door. He coolly unlocks it and opens it for you, welcoming you into the darkness of his living room. Light creeps in from a small light in the kitchen, allowing you to just barely make out the outline of his furniture.
You squint your eyes, lingering in his foyer once you’ve hung up your sweater. He sets down his keys and heads towards his staircase. “Are your parents home?” you ask tentatively.
“Nope,” he replies, “they’re in Chicago for the weekend.”
He throws the words away, moving into his house without a second thought, apparently used to being alone. It’s only when he disappears into the kitchen that you think to catch up to him, finding him with a crisp can of Coke already opened. He leans against the open door of his refrigerator, his head tipping back as he takes a swig. You stand in the doorway, your eyes trailing up his exposed neck, moles sparsely trickling along his flesh and adams apple as it bobs with deep gulps. Your eyes snap back to his face when he speaks again, “Want something to drink?”
You shake your head and murmur a sheepish ‘That’s okay, thank you’. He nods and moves past you, travelling across the long distance between his kitchen and his living room. You follow behind him, your head turning every which way to take in his house. It’s spacious, tasteful, but you can’t help but notice its overbearing hollowness. The halls are empty and dark, any sign of liveliness or family apparently absent. You wonder how often his parents must be gone for the house to be this pristine, practically untouched. You clear your throat, taking a seat next to him on the couch, sure to keep a safe distance between the two of you.
“What were you doing at Eddie’s house?” Steve questions you again, breaking the silence and setting his elbows on his knees. You recognize an edge that suggests more than just innocent curiosity; an insistence that makes you wonder if he’s truly interested in your answer rather than simply enticed by the gossip.
“Um,” you wet your lips, “he wasn’t even there, actually.” Your mouth dries up as you say it, the reminder digging a pit in your stomach. He tilts his head to the side, clearly not understanding.
“Hm? Why not?”
You raise your shoulders, letting out a soft, defeated sigh. “He was supposed to be.”
Uncertainty flickers on his face, and his expression softens when he realizes the implication. “Oh,” he utters, his voice quieter now, “I see.” He leans back against the couch, looking down at his lap.
“It’s not a big deal,” the words tumble out, quick to reassure him. “We’re not, like, together or anything. Just… kinda sucks.” His eyes find yours as you speak, actively searching for any sign of doubt on your face. You press your lips together, “It’s fine.”
“Okay,” he nods slowly, not entirely convinced of your apathy. “Well, he’s a dick, you hope you know.”
Your lips curl, eased by his attempt to sympathize with your being stood up. You wave him off. “Oh, whatever.”
“Seriously,” he persists, rolling his eyes as he takes another sip of his Coke.
You shrug your shoulders, “It’s Eddie.”
“I guess. Still a dick move,” his voice softens. “I mean, no dude should get to stand anyone up.” He pauses for a moment, seemingly careful to choose the right words. “You don't deserve that. You’re… a really nice girl.”
“Nice?”
Steve keeps your gaze when he continues, “Yeah. He’s a moron.” He tsks. “If I had someone like you coming over…” He trails off, unsure of whether or not he should continue.
“What?” you ask curiously.
“I mean—look at you. I’d be waiting at the door."
“Really?” you say. As if you need to hear it again to fully understand what he means.
He swallows dryly, setting his can onto the coffee table and, in turn, settling closer to you. “Come on, you’re gorgeous.” He says simply.
His leg brushes yours, and he doesn’t pull away. You nod, mostly to yourself, and try not to smile too obviously as you look down at your lap. “Thank you,” you mutter quietly enough that you’re not sure if he hears it. There’s no indication even once you look back at him, but you realize that he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You feel your cheeks burn up, and you hope he doesn’t notice the pinkish-red that tends to slither up your neck when you get nervous.
“I’m sure you’ve heard that a million times, though.”
You purse your lips, somehow embarrassed not to have been told something when you have no control over whether or not you’re told. You try to shrug it off, “Not really.”
Steve is visibly puzzled by this. “No?” He asks inquisitively.
“You know,” you say, trying to feign indifference. “Eddie’s not really… a talker.”
“‘Not really a talker’? What does that mean?” he replies, as if there’s no way he could be interpreting this correctly. You fiddle with the hem of your dress, instinctually starting to feel defensive over Eddie, despite yourself.
“You know,” you say again, hoping he’ll understand before you have to say it. “Neither of us really talked. Not much opportunity for compliments.”
He scoffs, “That’s bullshit.”
You frown and swat him half-heartedly, “Don’t be mean.”
“I’m not,” he raises his eyebrows and holds his hands up in a mock-surrender, “Just saying. Must’ve been real good for you to put up with all that.”
You laugh humourlessly, glancing away from him. “Yeah, you’d think so.”
His eyebrows furrow, trying to make sense of your crypticity. It only takes him a second, and his eyes flit back to yours. He cocks his head. “He wasn’t?” he asks lightly, trying to sound casual though the interest in his eyes isn’t exactly subtle.
You don’t want to offer anything more, admittedly embarrassed to elaborate. You figure he can read between the lines, but his gaze is unwavering, still curious. You hesitate before you continue, “I don’t know.” Part of you wants to protect Eddie’s intimate life for the sake of his privacy, while the other doesn’t really care after what he pulled tonight. Decidedly, you go with the better part. “It was never really about me.”
“What, you mean, he never, like… you never—” he breaks, his eyebrows raising as it dawns on him, “Oh.”
You’re grateful that he’s not judgmental about it, just surprised. Possibly even for your sake. Silence hangs between the two of you for a moment, not particularly uncomfortably, before he breaks it again. “Wow, that sucks.” All you do is tighten your lips and nod agreeingly. “You deserve, um,” he stops to weigh his words, “You should be with someone who knows what they’re doing.”
You’re not entirely sure what he means. He’s searching your face, as if he’s still trying to decide something, and his eyes dip to your mouth almost imperceptibly. He sets his hand onto your knee, gingerly, giving you the opportunity to pull away from him. You don’t.
You let out a nervous exhale as he leans closer to you, the distance between you closing further and further. Once his mouth meets yours, it’s drastically different from the hungry, lustful make-outs you’d shared with Eddie. He presses softly, his lips moving cautiously, still proposing a question. He breaks the kiss, just for a moment, only leaving an inch or two between you. Another opportunity to let you pull away if you wanted to. Once he sees that you don’t, his hand moves to cup the side of your face, and he kisses you again with more fervour. Though his lips are still moving with care, gentleness, there is more intent behind it. He’s eager.
You shift closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, and you rest your hand on his leg. His tongue brushes along your bottom lip, a silent request meant to coax it open. You answer it, slipping your tongue alongside his. You still yourself, suddenly unsure, and wonder if you’re moving too quickly. You’re not sure of how far he’s meaning to take it, or whether or not the kiss was supposed to mean anything at all. Your answer comes soon after when his hand trails carefully up your thigh, deliberate and certain. You lean into his touch, and he gently pulls you into his lap. Your knees settle on either side of his hips, and he places both hands on the small of your back. You sigh softly against his mouth, moving your hands to both sides of his neck and drawing him impossibly closer.
The skirt of your dress gathers around your thighs when your front presses flush to his, your legs spread across his lap. His hands travel to your bare thighs before he stops himself at the hem of your dress. He lets out a careful exhale, pulling his lips from yours and searching your eyes. Your noses still touch, his breath fans hotly against your face, and you bring your hands to cup his cheeks.
“It’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly, answering the question he hasn’t yet asked aloud.
“No, I…” he trails off, his eyes flicking to the ceiling. He swallows once, then utters quietly, “Upstairs?”
The single word earns a fervent nod from you, and you lift yourself from his lap, offering your hand to him. He hastily takes it, moving in front of you to lead you out of the living room and up his staircase. Once you’ve made it to his room, he shuts the door behind him with a quiet ‘click’. He crosses the room with only a couple strides, his hands again holding your face and bringing you into another kiss before you can even make it to the bed. He walks you backwards and only breaks away from your lips once the back of your legs bump against it, then he lowers you gently on top of his rumpled bedspread. As he crawls over you, his lips attach to your neck and kisses tenderly along your jaw.
He presses another gentle kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours to take a second to catch his breath. His hand rubs the fat of your thigh, hesitating when it traces the hem of your dress. You place your hand on his and guide it higher up your leg.
Steve sits back for a brief moment to swiftly pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside and causing it to pile in a heap on the floor. He leans back down for another kiss too quickly for you to properly see him, so you resort to instead moving your hands to run delicately along his stomach and up to his chest. He grasps your thigh and hikes it up to his hip, opening your body against him. His hips rut gently against yours just once, and you can tell that he’s making an effort to restrain himself. The growing tent in his jeans rubs roughly against you even after he stops moving. His hand wanders further up your thigh, skimming the bottom of your dress and pausing, almost waiting for you to stop him. Yet again, you don’t. Instead, you raise your arms to allow him to peel it over your head and discard it to the floor, just as his shirt was.
Your face grows hot when you’re left bare underneath him. As he leans back onto his knees, you see his breath hitch in his throat when the lingerie that you initially put on for Eddie is revealed. His hands instinctively move to your hips, tracing his fingers along the lacy material that clings to your curves, his eyes still fixated on your body.
The longer he stares, the more self-conscious you feel, even if it only lasts for a second. “What?” you ask sheepishly, pulling your knees together in a half-hearted attempt to close yourself off.
“Nothing,” he responds quickly, his eyes darting back to yours, “It’s just… Eddie’s an idiot.”
You can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips, your hands reaching out to pull him back in for a kiss—partly to stop him from staring much longer. Obviously, that’d been the reaction you’d hoped for, but you’d gotten so used to being stripped so hurriedly that it was surprising to be given more than a few seconds before rushing to the ‘good part’.
His hands continue to admire your body when his eyes can’t, moving along your waist and eventually cupping your breast. His thumb brushes over the hardened peak of your nipple through the thin material, the sensation causing a shudder to run down your spine. Your back arches into him responsively, along with a quiet moan that’s muffled by his mouth.
His lips travel down to your neck and press hotly below your ear, tenderly making their way down to your chest. His erection rubs evidently against your inner thigh. Despite himself, he doesn’t grind or urge against you. He still takes his time to plant gentle, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, lower, lower, lower…
Faint pants escape from your lips, your chest rising and falling heavily. His lips press between your breasts, trailing down to your belly button, to the soft plush of your inner thigh. You gasp softly, a chill running through your body when he presses a feathery kiss to your clothed clit. He continues to pepper light kisses on your thighs as one hand roams along the side of your body, stopping when it reaches the lace of your panties. His eyes flicker to yours, and you answer the question he means to ask with a keen nod of your head.
A finger hooks the material, sliding them down your legs smoothly. Once they pass your thighs, knees, and ankles, he balls up your underwear and tosses it aside, then hooks his hands around your legs to pull you closer to him.
Your eyes flutter shut when he licks a long, slow stripe up your slit. Your cunt pulses desperately, the almost torturous pace he’s setting already making your head spin. He evasively pulls his tongue back into his mouth, and in its place, he slides his middle finger to glide along your folds. He slips it in tentatively, his eyes wide as he looks up at you for even a semblance of hesitance or doubt. All he’s met with is the soft gasp that’s drawn from your lips, a clear green light for him to continue. Pushing deeper into your soaking entrance, his finger curls and his lips attach to your clit, suckling. This earns another gasp, the pretty noises coming from your mouth growing more consistent once his finger starts to slip in and out of you.
His tongue swirls around your sensitive clit, and he slides his index finger alongside his middle, his thick digits already starting to stretch you out as they move with mesmerizing care. You have to make an effort not to tug too hard on his hair when your fingers thread through it, your knees draping over his shoulders. With his tongue lapping and sucking on your puffy clit, fingers curling expertly to brush against your sweet spot with every pump, you realize how badly you’d been lying to yourself about ‘not minding’ the lack thereof with Eddie. Because, Jesus, does this feel fucking phenomenal.
His free hand moves to grasp your thigh, encouraging your legs to stay open once they try to close around his head. You start to burn up from the inside, being pushed closer to the edge despite his pace that refuses to quicken to match your rapid breaths. It’s a bit embarrassing to near your orgasm so quickly before he’s even fully undressed, but it’s excruciatingly hard to focus on anything except the waves of pleasure that wade through your body.
“Steve,” you breathe, trying to grab his attention. You tighten your fingers in his hair, a weak attempt to break him away from you, but he persists. Your skin tingles with the sensation of his tongue working against you, and the lust that blooms in your lower tummy begging you to take this further. You squirm slightly underneath him as you mewl his name once again, “Steve...”
All he does is him in mindless acknowledgement, the sound being muffled by your cunt. Once you get him to finally pull away and look at you, he is a visionary. His lips are pink and wet, parted slightly as he gazes up to look at you. His dark hair is tousled by your eager grasp and a strand falls loosely onto his forehead. You brush it from his eyes. You truly don’t know how much longer you can wait to have him, and you find yourself driven by this burning impatience.
You urge him to move from between your thighs, pulling him to sit up. Tucking your lower lip between your teeth, you lay him down beside you and climb on top of him, settling your knees on either side of his hips. You reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, pulling it off and tossing it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. This warrants a groan to erupt from deep in his throat, his eyes taking in your bare chest as if he’s immediately committed to memorizing it for future notice.
“So pretty…” he whispers, and it’s unclear whether or not he meant for you to hear him.
He attaches his mouth to yours again, wasting no time to slip his tongue past your lips and explore. There’s a newfound sense of urgency now, his movements still deliberate but considerably more driven. You shift backwards to give yourself enough room to start working on his belt buckle, your fingers fumbling as if you’ve never undone a belt in your life. Then he lifts his hips to help you tug his jeans down his thighs, and he’s left in nothing but his Calvin Klein briefs, the barrier between the two of you starting to dwindle. You can’t stand being naked where he remains clothed, even if it’s nothing but a pair of briefs, so your fingers move quickly to slide under his waistband. You wet your lips and tug delicately, just enough that his erection is revealed from beneath the fabric.
You almost salivate when he springs free and weighs heavily against his stomach, a drop of precum gathered at the pink tip. You can’t help but reach to wrap your hand around him, your fingers barely meeting around his girth. His reaction is immediate; his eyebrows creasing, his lips parting with a sharp inhale, and his head tipping back against the headboard with a faint ‘thud’. You swipe the bead of arousal at the head with your thumb, before moving your hand slowly down his length. You’re only granted a stroke or two, base to tip, before he stops you by grabbing your wrist. “Easy,” he breathes, seemingly concentrated on restraining himself from ending the night right then and there.
It’s unspoken, but there is a mutual understanding between the both of you that he needs to get inside you, like, yesterday. You lean forward, bracing yourself with one hand and arching your back somewhat purposefully, allowing you to hover above his cock. He shifts between your legs, his hand replacing yours at the base. You’re a bit embarrassed by the sheer amount of arousal that already coats his thick cockhead, though he seems to be in utter disagreement with you when he responds with a guttural groan. He aligns himself with your slick, carefully gliding the tip up and down without yet going in.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs, despite the telling circumstances.
“Yes, Steve,” you respond firmly, almost exasperated by his unwavering hesitancy. “I want you,” you emphasize, hoping the slight whine in your voice is enough to soothe his uncertainty.
Luckily, those three words are all he needs to hear. Once he properly positions himself, all he says after that is a small ‘Tell me if you wanna stop’, and his hands move to steady your hips. Your eyebrows knot, and your chest swells with anticipation, even nervousness. His tender demeanor, the way he looks at you, it’s so overly different from how Eddie treated you. You wonder how you ended up here, with Steve, instead of in Eddie’s trailer as you always do. Coincidence, you suppose. If you had ended up there again, you certainly wouldn’t—
Holy fuck.
The thoughts are swept clean from your head once he guides you down onto him, your mind overcome instantly with the tantalizing stretch his cock brings upon entrance. Your nails go to grasp his shoulders, your jaw slackening with an audible gasp. Your eyes flutter open, your senses overwhelmed with the firm grip he holds on you, the grunt that falls from his lips, the air that punches from your throat with the first deep, experimental thrust.
He holds your soft hips tightly, enough that it seems he’s keeping you from moving any more. “Jesus christ,” Steve mutters, his voice strained. “You’re so—fuck.”
You give yourself a moment to adjust, partly for his sake, especially because it seems if you move at all he’s going to fucking explode. Once you see him relax, you set a controlled pace, rolling your body against his. His eyes fixate on where you’re connected, and you watch his expression change; the light crease between his eyebrows, the lower lip that he sucks between his front teeth, his jaw that tenses visibly. It’s not long before he’s drawing small, breathy moans from you, his cockhead dragging mesmerizingly along your inner walls.
Soon, you find yourselves in a rhythm, your bodies familiarizing themselves with each other and starting to work in tandem. Your hands slide up to the sides of his neck and you let your head fall back to look at the ceiling, your face starting to twist in pleasure. You can’t help the noises that drawl from your lips, his cock hitting the perfect spots inside you so easily. You don’t notice, but he can’t keep his eyes off of you. Sweat beading on his hairline, low groans coming from his throat as he watches your every move, the way your breasts bounce with every deep stride of your hips. He’s completely enthralled by you, your long nails clawing at his shoulders helplessly. You lean back down, your front pressed to his as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying uselessly to suppress the mewls that escape your mouth. You busy your lips by kissing along the sparse freckles on his sweat-slick skin.
“Oh, Steve,” you moan out. “Steve,” you repeat mindlessly, the word warbled by your breathlessness. There is a visceral reaction to your babbly moaning of his name, a shiver running through his body as he struggles to maintain a steady pace.
Panting, he threads his fingers through the damp hair on the back of your head and gently pulls you forward to look at him, his eyes darting along your flush face. He brings you in for a kiss, your ability to reciprocate lasting only momentarily before you end up doing nothing more than gasping into his mouth. He curses under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut as his hand falls back down to your hip, helping to guide your unstable pace.
With a tight grasp on you, he starts to thrust upward to meet your movement, pushing himself deeper inside you. The room fills with the sounds of skin-on-skin, and he starts to do most of the work to make up for your ever decreasing control. His thrusts don’t last long before they become erratic, his hips moving desperately and clearly starting to chase release. You cry out, your hands moving quickly to dig into his shoulders again.
“Fuck,” he grunts in response, knitting his eyebrows together, “That feel good?” You’re unsure if the question was rhetorical, the moans that rip from your throat more than enough evidence for him, but you answer anyways.
“Yesyesyes,” you murmur, “S’good.” You’re almost whining, the coil in your tummy starting to tighten rapidly. You turn into a hot, trembling mess on top of him, letting lewd noises wrack through your body.
“Holy shit,” he says with a strangled groan, heavy breaths causing his chest to rise and fall against yours, his chest hair scraping between your breasts. “You’re driving me crazy,” he pants, his tip brushing deliciously against your sweet spot.
You plead his name, pleasure blooming under your sensitive skin and spreading to the rest of your body. He surges forward to capture the noise with his mouth, the kiss only lasting a second before he breaks from your lips and presses his forehead to yours. You tense and arch almost completely against him, your thighs aquiver as you start to unravel around him, barely keeping the ability to hold yourself up on your knees.
He watches you fall apart intently, eyes blown-out with admiration. They then shut with concentration after he’s successfully ridden out your high, his face contorting blissfully as his hips stutter, a weak warning leaving his lips.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”
He abruptly pulls out, only a few pumps of his hand necessary before he erupts onto his own stomach, painting his cock with shiny, white streaks that run down his length. There's a collective moment where you’re both trying to catch your breaths, struggling to find composure. Licking his lips, Steve brings his hand to brush away the baby hair that sticks to your forehead. Without realizing, he bats his eyelashes as he studies your face; your parted, puffy lips, the rosy tint to your flushed cheeks, the heave of your chest. Truthfully, you look a bit ruined. Not that he’s complaining.
You turn over to lay flat beside him, your shoulders brushing, and stare blankly at the ceiling. You’re mildly terrified of what’s to come, how he’ll act after this. You wonder if you’ve just broken your whole dynamic by letting this happen. You trace the patterns of the small bumps on his popcorn ceiling with your eyes, and wonder whether or not he’ll treat you with the same sort of respect now that you’ve had sex with him. Going off of past experiences, you have reasonable doubt.
You feel his eyes on you, and you turn your head to meet them. As if he’s read your mind, his lips curl slightly, reassuringly, and he slides an arm behind your head to wrap around your shoulder. You let him pull you to your side, leaning your head into his chest and resting your hand close by. His thumb draws slow circles on the tingling skin just below your shoulder, goosebumps rising in their wake.
You catch a glance of the alarm clock across from his bed, the numbers 11:37 stare back at you in bright red. Admittedly, there’s no urgent reason for you to have to get home, but you don’t want to overstay your welcome. You mutter against his skin, not really making an attempt to move, “It’s almost midnight,” you say as more of an observation than an excuse, paying close attention to the reaction it garners.
In any situation with Eddie, this would’ve warranted a dismissive ‘why don’t you head out?’ or, on a good day, an ‘I'll drive you home.’ Amazingly, that’s not what you hear next.
“You don’t have to go yet, do you?”
This takes you a bit off guard, the softness in his voice. Nonetheless, you answer honestly. “No, I guess not.”
🌅A/N: It's been years 😭 but I never gave up on this fic. ♡ If you stuck around, I hope you enjoy it. ♡
"Mom?"
The large recliner in the sitting room was extended fully, with a lump of thick tangled blankets on it. Somewhere in there was your mother. Hibernating as she often did whenever she had a day off. The recliner was her sanctuary. Sometimes she slept there more than her own bed. "I see why all those lazy husbands love these things." She said, the day she first brought it home. "Whenever I find one, he's gonna have to buy his own. I'm not sharing." Wishful thinking. The both of you knew that your mother didn't plan on settling down with a man anytime soon. She never moped about being lonely, or having no one to fix things around the house. Honestly, it seemed like she enjoyed the single life. She didn't look her age, and she always taught herself how to fix whatever needs fixing. If not she'd put on a pair of tight jeans, leave the house, then come back with some love-struck man and point him in the appropriate direction. Just to send them away with nothing more than a glass of lemonade and a 'thank you' kiss on the cheek. Why didn't I inherit that? Your mother's power over men was always something you both marveled at and envied.
"Hmm? Y'need something pumpkin?" Her head peeked out from underneath her favorite comforter. All frizzy hair and smudged eyeliner that she probably forgot to wash off last night. The first thing she looked at was the watch on her wrist. "How'd you get home so fast? It's a long walk here from school."
You walked over and sat on the couch, trying hard not to sigh. You already knew what was coming. "Billy. He uh, drove me home."
The silence had you rolling your eyes. You knew your mother. Without seeing it, you could feel the grin spread across her face. "Oh?" She said with mock innocence. She was fully invested in the conversation now. "Well I'm happy you two talked it out. I knew that boy was nice. Got a good feeling about him." You didn't have the heart to tell her about the reckless driving or the screaming match with his sister. Let Billy keep his soft image in your mother's eyes. It felt…nice. To have her see him that way.
"You're just saying that because he complimented your cooking."
Your mother stuck out her tongue, blowing a raspberry in your direction. "The boy's got good taste! Obviously. He decided to drive you home instead of some cheerleader in a short skirt."
"Yeah, yeah." A lighthearted chuckle loosened you up a bit. "Save the 'I-told-you-so'. That's not why I wanted to talk."
One by one the layers of fluffy and soft material peeled back until your mother was fully visible in her fuzzy pajamas. She patted the warm sliver of space beside her on the recliner. "Well, step into my office." With a warm smile like that, she always made you feel comfortable. So, you hopped up from your spot on the couch and joined her. Snuggled beside her on the recliner with what felt like five pounds of blanket cocooning you in.
How would you even start this? You couldn't mention getting high and making out with Billy in his car past curfew. "Something happened last night." Your mother gave you her full attention, waiting for you to continue. "I was up in the middle of the night getting some water, and someone knocked on the door." Yeah. Let's go with that.
"Really?" Her eyebrows furrowed, searching her memory for any strange noises she may have heard. "I didn't hear anything."
"I didn't want them to wake you up. So I answered it. It was some guy looking for dad… claimed he owes him money. Again."
The reclined blanket cocoon didn't feel so cozy anymore. Your mother's eyes didn't hold the same warmth. She was sitting up now. A little spaced out, and it had you worried. Neither of you spoke much about your father when he disappeared like this. It was a pattern for him. He'd come home full of apologies and arms full of gifts. Begging on his knees at your mother's feet to come home. 'I learned my lesson.' 'I miss my two favorite ladies.' 'I've been getting help. Don't I look better? I left all that stuff alone. I just need my family'. His words would turn your mom into a reflection of her teenage self again. Giving heart eyes to the rumored 'stud' your father used to be. Her high-school sweetheart. Then maybe a month or so later, he'd be gone. Taking off into the night with stolen valuables and all the cash and cards in your mom's wallet. So far this was the longest he's been gone.
"Did he- God, he didn't do anything to you did he?" Tears were beginning to fill her eyes, looking you over frantically for any signs of damage. Lord knows, if a single hair on your head was harmed, she would raise hell.
You reassured her with a palm on her shoulder. "No, no he didn't do anything. Just threatened me a little. And sent a threat for you too…"
"Son of a bitch." She hissed under her breath. "Got enough to worry about, without Brock showing up on my front door. Scaring my baby? He's out of line bringing this shit here."
"Brock?" It was a weird as shit name, but it seemed fitting. The tall, stocky man deserved a name similar to some kind of boulder or a mountain. Hard and immovable.
The recliner began to rock as your mom bounced her knee. Probably itching for a cigarette. She's been on a good streak. Cut the habit a year ago, after seeing your grandfather with a hole in his neck. "His real name's Antonio, but everyone calls him Brock. He- wait, I shouldn't be telling you this. Any of it."
After your father started straying away, it's always been you and your mom against the world. Never, has she made you feel like she was cutting you out of something. Keeping something from you. So what the hell is this? You've never heard the name Brock (or Antonio) before in your household. Sure, you purposely avoided knowing too much about your father's wrongdoings, but the information was always available.
"What do you mean? He threatened me! I have every right to know what's going on!"
It felt a little bratty, but it also felt right. This shit was something out of film noir. It didn't belong in the comfortable bubble you've made for yourself.
Your mother's expression softened, drawing her closer to you. Her lips pressed into your forehead, then she rested her cheek there. "I'll handle it. Just trust me… Okay?"
With nothing left to argue - at the risk of exposing yourself - there was only one option. Let her do just that. Let her be the parent, and make the monsters go away.
"...Okay."
There was a bitter, spicy taste lingering on your tongue. It even stained your gums. It was only a small sip of the dark-colored liquid, offered to you from your father's glass. Your immediate grimace made him roar with laughter. His solid chest spasmed against your shoulder, like his strong bent legs beneath your bottom. There was always a spot for you on his lap in those days. Always time to pay attention to his baby girl.
"Yuck! Why would grown-ups drink that stuff?? It's spicy!"
"It makes us feel happy." His voice was a rich baritone, aged around the edges. The slight slur in his speech made him sound like he had a dying battery.
He must've needed a lot of happiness lately.
"Alright, kiddo. Time to go. Daddy's got somewhere to be."
Again? He's been leaving late almost every day this week. Stumbling out into the darkness after placing a soft and wet kiss to your forehead. Waiting until your mother was sound asleep.
Not again…
It's been a month or so since the last time you dreamed about him. This time, thankfully, the dream didn't send you flying into an upright position. Drenched in sweat. Heart pounding, like meaty fists trying to break down your front door. Tonight, the happy little memory gave way to a sinking that left your mouth tasting like sulfur. Wherever he is… I hope he got the happiness he was looking for, at the bottom of that bottle. Maybe then all this would at least be worth it. Instead of being left behind for nothing but more emptiness.
As you swallowed back the bitterness, along with a building urge to cry, you remembered your own bit of packaged happiness. Stuffed away in a drawer behind your socks and delicates. You even took the time to pre-roll a little pick-me-up before you went to bed. Didn't expect it to be of use at two o'clock in the morning, but hey - you've been full of surprises lately. So with the free hand that wasn't rubbing your eyes, you felt around until you felt the tiny tin case you kept hidden. Next, the lighter was slipped out from underneath your bookbag. One step after the other, so you wouldn't dwell too long on what it all meant.
Don't think about your dad… Don't think about that Brock guy… Don't think about what all this meant for you and your family… Above all, don't think about what Billy might think… That's what the smoke was for. That, and the cool air from your open bedroom window. The silence and stars made it feel like the night could go on forever. Made you pause and breathe before lighting the joint pinched between your fingers.
“Y'know what?! Get the fuck out! You wanna be a disrespectful little bitch, then you can sleep somewhere else tonight!”
It shouldn't have been that clear. You were able to make out every single word, despite there being sturdy walls and more than a few feet between the two houses. Walls that, from the sounds of shuffling and spaced out thuds, were probably being punched. The voice of Billy's father that was coming from his house sounded nothing like the man that sat at your dinner table. Neither did the second voice that raised against him for the first time since the yelling started. Billy. You've heard him be loud at school. Intimidating and antagonizing. Screaming at Max in the car. “I didn't ASK to come here anyway!” It was undeniably his voice. Cracked and strained. Followed by stomps and the slamming of their front door. He didn't look dressed for the early autumn breeze, and wrapped his bare arms around himself. His sleeveless gray shirt was a little ripped down the front. Exposing more skin that was probably covered in goosebumps. It tugged at your chest.
Why should I care? As if he didn't save your ass when your own drama was exposed. Bad boy or not, he didn't deserve what his father was doing. He didn't deserve to wander the streets cold and alone. Curled up in his car.
So you whistled; quick but loud. Sharp enough to make him turn his head in your direction. Even his usually sculpted curls looked a bit more disheveled and pulled forward onto his face. He had to squint his eyes to see you clearly through them. Once he did, his frown deepened.
Well, until you lifted your hand and waved the unlit joint in the air.
It took a second or two to process, but soon a tiny smirk took its rightful place on Billy's mouth. He scoffed and raised his hand, motioning for you to come down after wiping the back of it across his nose. From this distance it was hard to tell…but is that blood?
Looks like another night of breaking the rules and sneaking out. Maybe he really is a bad influence. Even though I'm the one offering him drugs.
Hawkins was calmer than it's ever been. At least that's how it felt. No wind blowing the trees, or pushing the leaves along. No cars. Not even a cricket or some stray animal roaming the darkness. It was nothing like the first time. Not even the location. Not wanting to linger anywhere near his (or your) home drama, Billy drove out to a nearby park. His mouth never left its tight scowl.
Not until his lighter came out. A high fire, flickering long enough to draw your attention to his face. The drying blood on his nose. Some light swelling on his cheek. He inhaled deeply, letting his shoulders finally fall as he exhaled the smoke. Once again fogging up the inside of his car. Ah, now this part is familiar.
The smoking in silence only lasted five or so minutes before you couldn't take it anymore. Of course, don't mention the fight you heard from his house. Nor the damage to his face. There were more than enough thoughts to pull from. “What's up with you and Max?” It was the best you could do.
“She was the reason we had to leave California.” Billy's voice was monotone, but it was better than anger. If it weren't for the weed you'd probably be back to tense silence.
“But Max said-”
“Max-” He sat up a bit in the driver's seat. Adjusting himself so he could actually meet you eye to eye. “-is full of shit. We wouldn't have had to move if Max would've minded her business and kept her mouth shut.”
Looks like I found a sore spot. If Billy's episode in the car earlier hadn't already revealed that. There was something there. Undeniable. You blew smoke, then handed the joint back to him. If there was any hope of you getting information out of him, he needed to stay…relaxed.
There was nowhere else to look but his direction. Watching him handle your lopsided creation, putting his lips over the burning paper that you licked only minutes ago. Did he taste you on it? Did it remind him of the other night? It was reminding you more than you expected it to. Building that warmth that was starting to become a regular occurrence around Billy.
“How about this,” With nothing left of the joint but a burnt stub neither of you could grasp, he put it out and turned to you. “I’ll tell you the story. Since you’re so damn nosey.” There was a pregnant pause that allowed him to lick over his lips. Here you were with cotton mouth, staring at the moisture coating them. Thirst wouldn’t do it justice. “But, I'm gonna need another kiss.”
Another kiss. Neither of you made a move to lean in yet, but he kept his heavy eyes on you. Patient, until you gave a very slow nod. “Yes.” You whispered. “I-I think that’s a perfect deal.” The words that left you felt smoother than the ones bouncing around in your head. The tug between longing for those lips again, and something else. It was too much to focus on all at once. Minding your tongue. Forcing your lungs to expand and take in air, then letting it all flow out through your mouth in a shaky breath. Think less - was really all the thought it took.
He sat back this time. Watching you go through your thoughts before, unexpectedly, you just lunged at him. If it didn't feel so good to kiss you he would've made a joke or two. You swallowed the snark and made your way into his mouth. This time around, you knew exactly what you wanted. Your body welcomed him home and didn't bother being shy about it.
“Come here.” Billy growled against your lips, already moving his hands to your waist. It took some work (especially in such a small space), but he guided you into his lap. Reclaiming your lips while he lifted his hips into you. Hard and straining against the zipper of his jeans. Every raise of his hips dragged the material across your panties just right. Part of you knew what you were doing, choosing to wear this skirt tonight. Hoped, at least. Having his rough hands trace, caress, and grope the soft swells of your body was keeping you alive. Keeping your mind in this moment so you couldn't fly away to unwelcoming dark corners. You're safe here. You're wanted here.
Besides, Billy wasn't ready to let go. Not when you felt so good grinding against his hard on. Maybe the weed made him sensitive. It doesn't usually feel like this. This build up that had him curling his toes in his boots. If you carried on like this he just might bust in his jeans. What the fuck is she doing to me? Translated through his lips as a muffled moan.
“Billy…” Breathlessly whispered into his ear. He had to dig his fingers into the meat of your hips to keep from exploding. “Look out the window. I think the sun is coming up.” Hesitation kept his eyelids shit for an extra moment, letting him soak up the last of this. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end eventually. The orange and red hues behind the tall trees put an end to this one. A frustratingly beautiful contrast to his blue balls.
“Fuck. What time is it?” Billy said, squinting his eyes to see the sunrise.
“Time to go, that's what.” Like a magic wand, those words made your high disappear. In slightly awkward silence, you swung your leg back over to the passenger seat and sat down. “My mom had the day off, so she'll notice if I'm not there in the morning.”
He didn't reply, but he stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Blowing smoke out before turning on the car and starting the journey back. Hands tense on the wheel. The orange sunlight rose enough to start blanketing everything in color. Giving warmth and attention to Billy's raw knuckles and swollen cheek. There was no music, but his fingers tapped in speedy rhythms. No sound at all besides the birds starting to chirp and the crunch of gravel and fallen leaves.
When he finally parked his car (slower than usual) he took his first look at you since things cooled down. Did he realize how captivating his eyes were? Once the car was off his hand rested on your thigh. Eyes giving you all his attention. “Better get inside, flower child. Probably get a nap in before I pick you up.” So I guess the ride is non-negotiable now, huh?
It wasn't worth the protest. Not when your eyelids felt like they were carrying bricks. “You need it more than I do. Can't have you falling asleep behind the wheel.” You put one leg out in the cool air, then looked over your shoulder. “Don't forget, you still owe me that story.”
“Yeah, I got you.” He waved you off, but he made sure to give you a genuine nod. “You earned it.” Not a sarcastic one-liner or a slap on the ass. Is he okay? From the car to the tip-toe through your front door - Billy's eyes never left you. The sunlight hadn't reached the inside of your house yet, giving you a helpfully shadowed path to your bedroom. You allowed yourself to exhale only when your bedroom door was quietly closed behind you. The silence in the house remained undisturbed. Yes!! I'm getting way too good at this.
Back where the night began. A breeze through the window reminded you of the last bit of evidence left. You shuffled over to the orange beams that made lines across your bed. Just before you closed the window you caught a glimpse of Billy's car in its parked spot. In the backseat was what appeared to be a ball of jeans and grey material. Focus long enough and you could notice the golden curls and arms wrapped around his folded frame. You pulled the window closed and rested your forehead on the cool glass with a sigh.
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | based on a request from the lovely @ultraintrovertedgryffindor ; getting stuck in an elevator with his best friend (and secret crush) was absolutely not on eddie's morning agenda, but it leads to one of his most wild fantasies coming to life.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 3.8k
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | SMUT (18+ only!! semi-public sex, oral m receiving, kinda pervy eddie but also slightly pervy reader with a balls fixation gee I wonder where that idea came from), best friends to lovers (but very very limited plot haha), pretty much exactly what it says on the tin y'all not sure what to say
Eddie laughed as he pressed his hands to the elevator doors, but it wasn't a laugh of amusement— it was exasperation, frustration, an is this really happening? laugh.
"Soonest we can get a crew out there is uhh... noon?" the voice on the emergency phone informed you.
"Noon?!" you yelped. "It's not even half past eight!"
"What did I tell ya?" Eddie recalled, hanging his head in defeat for a second. "Nothing good happens before ten."
"Just try to stay calm and we'll be there when we can," the operator suggested, like it was so simple.
You didn't even reply to that, just scoffed and hung up.
It wasn't like he'd been looking forward to his GED exam, in fact he'd almost been hoping for a way to put it off or get out of it... but this was definitely not what he was imagining. Of all the elevators to get stuck in, this generic government building where he was supposed to have his big test proctored was probably the most boring option.
He glanced over at you, and stopped himself from making a dirty joke: you heard that Aerosmith single, right? Love In An Elevator?
That probably wouldn't have gone over well. He used to say stuff like that when you were both a little younger, but he'd since given up hope of it ever actually... inspiring anything. You two were probably better off as friends anyways; or, that’s what he told himself to make it sting a little less.
“Looks like we’ll be stuck in here for a while…” he mumbled instead. “Did they say what the issue is?”
“Some kind of power failure?” you recalled with a shrug. “It’s gonna take a while to fix, that’s the important thing. Do you think they’ll call the fire department?”
“Who knows,” Eddie sighed, leaning against the wall as you sank onto the floor and dropped your head back against the wall. “I guess we should just try to get comfortable.”
Which was easier said than done, but at least he was stuck here with you— you were generally pretty fun to talk to. Of course, you weren’t exactly in your best mood due to the circumstances…
At 8:32, Eddie checked his watch. “I’m officially late for my exam,” he noticed.
At 9, you checked your own; “And I’m officially late for work. We'll see if I even still have a job when we get out of here," you groaned. "I was on pretty thin ice already."
By 9:14, the stuffiness of the elevator was becoming harder to ignore. Eddie slipped off his jacket and vest in response to the heat, but resisted the urge to take off his Ozzy shirt. You'd seen him shirtless before, of course, but he figured out would be weirder without the right context.
"Fuck, it's hot in here," you whined quietly.
"I guess the power issue affects the A/C, huh," Eddie noticed.
"You think?" you scoffed, reaching up to unbutton the top of your shirt.
For some reason, he kinda liked when you were condescending like that; of course he loved it when you were sweet like usual, but when you got frustrated and sarcastic and looked at him like he was crazy... for whatever reason, it worked for him. And it was definitely working like never before when combined with your hasty efforts to open your shirt.
He expected you to stop after a couple buttons, but you just kept going, exposing more and more of your chest glistening with sweat. His eyes were glued to it, until you got low enough for him to see a glimpse of your bra, and he coughed as he turned his head quickly.
"Woah, hey, uh--" he stammered out awkwardly.
"Oh whatever, you've seen me in a bikini, it's the same thing," you rolled your eyes.
But it's not the same thing, because you were stripping, untucking the button-up from your tight skirt, fanning your flushed skin...
And he was tugging the crotch of his jeans down a bit when you weren't looking, trying to keep his oncoming boner from being too obvious.
Leaving your shirt open, you sighed and sat down on the floor, splaying your legs out on the ground. He could see how uncomfortable you were, and it made him press his lips together while he sighed through his nose. Though he was a little afraid you weren’t in the mood for any friendly behavior as your frustration and stir-craziness increased, he walked across the elevator and sat down next to you. “I was probably gonna flunk the test,” he decided.
“What? No you weren’t,” you scoffed. “You studied so hard! I’m really proud of you, you know.”
“Just ‘cause we’re stuck in here doesn’t mean you should get all sappy with me—” he started.
“No— ‘cause we’re stuck in here I’m not gonna put up with you trying to be down on yourself,” you decided sternly with a little glare at him. “You were gonna fucking ace it, I know you were. You worked your ass off. I know you wanted to act like you didn’t care, but you actually got your shit together and did it.”
“You… you helped me a lot,” he mumbled sheepishly.
“Please, I hardly did anything— mostly just kept you from getting too distracted,” you denied, blissfully unaware that he actually found you more distracting sometimes, but never minded it. “Can you stop being a pussy and just admit you’re actually smart, and dedicated, and more than capable of nailing this?”
He blinked quickly and looked down into his lap, feeling his face warm up— not just from the heat. How could you be so mean and nice at the same time?
“And now it’s gonna go to waste, ‘cause of this godforsaken elevator,” you sighed, dropping your head back; a pessimistic end to a pep talk, but he couldn’t blame you.
"Think of it this way: it couldn't get any worse!" Eddie offered with a faux-upbeat tone.
Right then, the lights in the elevator flickered and turned off, plunging you both into darkness. "I fucking hate you," you announced after a short silence.
He heard a whirring sound from somewhere else in the shaft, and a dimmer orange lighting came on inside the elevator; some kind of emergency back-up generator thing, probably. It was enough to see decently well, especially as his eyes started to adjust, but still made it feel like you were both in an even more perilous situation.
“I didn’t sleep enough last night,” you admitted, “I might try to catch up on that. Maybe if I can sleep this will go by faster…”
“I like that plan,” he decided, even though he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to do the same. Eddie had a hard time keeping still and quiet, but he managed to do it so you could get your rest.
He suspected you had fallen asleep when your breathing seemed to slow down a bit— but he knew you had when you limply slumped to the side, your head gently landing on his shoulder. This happened every once in a while, a sign of how comfortable you were with him. He supposed he should be thankful for it, but sometimes it just made him furious. Because what cruel punishment was this, to have you lay on him like this when he can't put his arm around you and kiss your head and tell you how perfect you are?
The half-boner he’d wound up with earlier when you unbuttoned your shirt had never really gone away, and it noticed your proximity with renewed interest. Maybe it was just because he was so bored with literally nothing to do but think about you, but his mind kept coming up with all these fucked up ideas based on the eyeful he’d gotten.
What if you’d taken off your bra as well and let him see the tits he’d been fantasizing about for longer than he cared to admit? What if this had happened in winter instead and the elevator was brutally cold and you two had to hold your naked bodies together for warmth? What if that guy on the phone said this thing was airtight and two only had an hour to live and you decided you wanted to go out with a bang, literally?
He wondered if he’d be brave enough to tell you how he felt about you, if either or both of you only had an hour left. For better or for worse, this elevator shaft had airflow, so you were more likely to die of boredom than anything.
He shifted slightly, stuck in a somewhat awkward position, but it didn't help much— though thankfully it didn't wake you up, either. He just wished he could get some relief, somehow.
Obviously, he knew it was a bad idea. But the thing about his dick is it usually talked him into some pretty bad ideas…
He tested the waters with a whisper of your name, but you just kept breathing slowly— you were out cold. Maybe you were even more nervous for him than you'd let on, if you were that underslept.
Reaching up with his free hand, all he had to do was grip himself through his jeans to get some relief; he sighed through his nose, shutting his eyes.
His cock flexed impatiently as he unzipped the jeans as slowly as possible to avoid making too much sound. But god was it worth the wait— as soon as he slipped his hand into his boxers he had to bite his lip, it was so good just to get some attention for his poor, lonely dick.
This was far from the first time Eddie had jerked off to the thought of you. But he was sure he'd never done it while you were this close.
He did it once or twice in your bathroom while you were on the other side of the wall, that was probably the closest he'd come to this before. And that was chump change compared to this-- this was so risky it made his heart race and his hands shake with adrenaline, but it only made him more desperate for whatever reason.
He wouldn't have swiped his thumb through the precum at his slit if he had known how good it would feel— or maybe if he'd known how good it would feel, he would've been able to prepare himself for it. But the anxiety of getting caught had made him even more sensitive, so he hadn't really seen it coming, and when he did it he let out a little moan through his teeth that he couldn't stop.
You stirred again and he froze; when you lifted your head off of his shoulder, he hastily shoved himself back into his jeans, trying to cover up the open fly with the bottom of his shirt.
“Were you… jerking off?” you realized, and he felt sick with fear as his heart raced like never before.
“W-what?” he scoffed incredulously. “I— are you crazy?”
“Ed,” you warned firmly.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, “I— sorry—”
“Are you that bored?” you mocked with a snort, and he felt even more flushed; it made his cock flex under the mediocre covering of his shirt when you degraded him like that.
“N-no— well, yeah, I just— you put your head on me and I—”
“It was because of me?” you realized, and his mouth fell open. He hadn’t realized that you hadn’t actually put that together yet; of course he’d ended up just digging himself deeper.
“W-well, uh— I mean, no, no I— well. Kind of?”
“Kind of, as in…”
“Completely,” he blurted out.
You were quiet for a long time, and he couldn’t see your face well enough to even try to guess what you were thinking. Although you probably could’ve given him a thousand guesses and he never would’ve guessed what you ended up saying: “You want some help with that?” you offered.
But before he could even answer— not that he really could, he was too busy having a short circuit in his brain— you were reaching for his lap. And even if his mind was blown, his body knew to just lift his hands up and out of the way and let you do whatever you wanted to him.
You pulled up the bottom of his shirt and sighed a little when you saw his cock, still hard and leaking and curled up against his stomach. You carefully wrapped your hand around it, and he swallowed thickly, wondering if he was dreaming or something— you were so… soft.
“Like this?” you asked gently, making his hips twitch up into your hand for a second.
“Y-yeah,” he nodded, eyes glued to the way your hand looked wrapped around him. If only the lights weren’t out, he wanted to see it even better.
He looked at your face, moving your hair a little to make sure he could see you, but from what he could tell your eyes were trained on his lap.
“Fuuuck,” he whispered when you stroked him a bit more confidently. He wanted to shut his eyes from how good it felt, but he didn’t want to look away from a moment of this in case you, you know, came to your senses and stopped.
“S’really thick,” you said, under your breath, a little bit shyly. He groaned and ran his hand over your back, trying not to do too much in case it startled you but also totally helpless to how badly he needed you. “I wonder if I can…”
You trailed off, and before he could decide if he should ask what you were going to say, you
As soon as you leaned down and put your mouth around him, his back arched and his legs kicked a bit. “Fuck, baby,” he choked out, melting into the warm feeling of your lips, your tongue— god, he couldn’t believe you were doing this to him. He actually had to fight the urge to tell you so, to admit how much he’d imagined this; he settled for whining out your name and running a hand over your hair encouragingly. “S’fucking warm, oh my god—”
You hummed around him, sucking a bit harder, swirling your tongue around the tip; who the fuck taught you that? It made his chest burn with some targetless jealousy even while it made his cock flex proudly.
Your hand still gripping the base, you took him a little bit deeper, moaning a little bit once again while you did it. No way you actually enjoyed this, right?
You pulled your head up a bit— he took his hand away quickly, not trying to hold you down or anything— and just when he wondered if you might stop, you dropped down lower so you could run your tongue up from the very bottom all the way to his leaking slit—
“Jesus,” he laughed thinly, “what are you doing to me, baby?”
“Whatever I wanna do,” you replied— if he was a little braver, he would’ve asked what made you want this, how long you wanted this— but he was more than content to let you do whatever you wanted, so far you had some pretty fucking good ideas.
Your head sank even a little bit lower, and he pushed his jeans down just a bit in case they were getting in your way. Boy, was he glad he did. “Fuck,” he gasped, watching in shock as you looked up at him while your tongue ran over his balls. “Sorry, they’re, uh, kinda sweaty…”
“Even better,” you purred; what the fuck were you doing acting so dirty like that?
“Baby,” he laughed thinly, “is this some kind of claustrophobia-induced psychosis or something? Who are you and what have you done with my prude best friend?”
“Prude? That’s unfair,” you laughed. “Just ‘cause I don’t advertise every dirty thought that goes through my mind doesn’t mean I’m not as much of a freak as you…”
“Freak is an understatement,” he sighed, struggling to keep his voice even when he was literally watching you lick all over his balls like this. “You’re a proper fucking slut.”
You hummed proudly, eyes getting a little heavier— when you looked up at him like that, he was totally helpless. “It’s slutty to wanna taste your best friend’s balls?”
“F-fuck, of course it is,” he whined, cock flexing in your hand again when you licked a stripe up between then.
“Well then yeah, guess I’m a slut,” you agreed.
“G-god, I— I’m gonna—” he tried to warn you, but it happened so fast— it happened the second you started to gently suck on his balls, in fact. What was he supposed to do when you did that?! How could he not shoot cum all over his now-definitely-ruined shirt?
“Oh shit,” you giggled— his cock was still flexing and you were already mocking him.
“What— what the fuck,” he began, trying to catch his breath, “made you wanna do that?”
But you were already straddling his lap, pulling up your skirt to your waist.
“F-fuck, baby, I— are you seriously—?”
He cut himself off and whimpered when he got a good look at your panties, the cute lacy kind— and pretty fucking soaked already.
“I-I don’t have a condom,” he warned you, cursing himself inside for finally throwing out the one in his wallet thinking he would never end up needing it.
“Don’t care,” you sighed, pulling your panties aside and guiding his tip right up to your entrance.
“Fuck, that’s—”
He was gonna say it was insanely hot, but you hardly noticed; you were already sliding down onto him, taking him in one motion right to the base.
“Oh fuck!” he nearly shouted, gripping hard onto your thighs. “F-fuck, you’re so tight, fuck…”
You started moving right away, grinding on top of him for a second before lifting your hips and bouncing up and down. “Fuck,” you sighed, “so deep…”
Was it wrong that he loved the way you were basically just using him? You hadn’t even let him finish his sentence, you didn’t ask if he could handle it right after coming— you just started riding him, and far be it from him to complain about that.
“Take this off,” he pleaded, tugging at your unbuttoned shirt and trying to push it off your shoulders.
You helped him get it off, and before you’d even tossed it off to the side he was reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. The gods of bra clasps smiled down upon him that day, because he was sure he’d never gotten one open so quickly, and if there was any time he really needed it, it was now.
“Fuck,” he groaned when he got a good look at them— not good enough in this dim orange lighting, but it would do— and instantly got a hold of your chest. You didn’t seem to mind the clammy hands, considering the way you whimpered a little and clenched inside around him. “God, baby, your tits…”
As much as he’d been waiting ages for a chance to see you naked, he couldn’t deny you looked way too good with the skirt, stockings, and heels still on. He could already tell this was going to give him a complex.
He ran a hand up your leg as you moved just to feel the silky nylon; god, he hoped you didn’t get fired for the unexplained extreme lateness, if not just for your sake then so that you would keep dressing like this every day. “So pretty,” he sighed, wondering if you could see in the dark how totally in awe he was of you.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, in that way he’d always imagined you would in a time like this. Your head fell back and he couldn’t help but reach up and grab your neck— not applying much pressure, just holding you there, just admiring how goddamn perfect his hand looked wrapped around you.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Eddie sighed, “fuck, look at you go.”
You smiled a little, he could see it even with your head tilted back like that, and it was just amazing seeing you so… free? So relaxed and totally shameless, giving in to your pleasure. But it wasn’t enough: he wanted to see you lose all your composure, he wanted to hear you scream his name, he wanted to make you shake and cry and beg— that was why he grabbed a tight hold of your hips and pulled you down onto him, bucking his hips up to meet you halfway. It forced his cock even deeper and you yelped a little.
“Not too big for you, is it?” he taunted.
“No, fuck, s’perfect,” you moaned, your voice deep and rough and so fucking beautiful like this. “Fuckin’ perfect, Ed, o-oh god—”
“Keep saying my name,” he ordered.
“Eddie,” you said, again, but this time all needy and cute; it just made him fuck you harder, biting down on his lip to muffle some of his own noises— he just wanted to hear you. He pulled you down and hugged you close, keeping you still so he could fuck up into you exactly how he wanted; you moaned right by his ear, fuck it was too precious.
“I’m already close again,” he admitted with a thin laugh. “Fuck, look what you do to me.”
You whined louder, clenching on his cock— he seriously did not know how much more of this he could take.
“Wanted you so bad,” he blurted out, unable to stop himself, “wanted this for so long. Wanted to fuck you— I wanna make you come, fuck, please, please come.”
He felt you nod against his shoulder as you gasped, and he shut his eyes tight, just focusing on his movements and trying his best not to speed up too much just to chase his own high. He needed you to come more than he needed his own pleasure, even if everything in his body was screaming for a chance to come inside you. “So close,” you panted, “fuck, Eddie, don’t stop— please don’t stop— yes!”
The lights turning back on suddenly startled you both, making him freeze and look around (and squint a little from the brightness), but that was nothing compared to the shock of the doors opening. Behind them was mostly just concrete, the space between floors, but up top was about two feet of the eighth level, where a crew of firefighters could be seen peering in.
“Are they alright?” someone from the building asked as Eddie scrambled to grab his jacket from the corner and cover you up with it.
“Yeah, looks like they’re doing just fine,” one of the men announced as they broke out in surprised laughter.
summary: billy walks in on you in a bit of a compromising situation, and you finally go after what you want
pairing: billy hargrove x cheerleader!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, reader is very flexible, minor injury it's fine, piv sex, unprotected sex oopsy daisy, public sex technically, hand over mouth, fingering, breast/nipple play if you blink, dirty talk, reader's hair is long enough that she can have a ponytail but no other physical descriptors are used, billy is a himbo, steve harrington cameo
word count: 5k
a/n: finally getting around to a request from @sweetshifter! thank you for the idea bby & i hope ya enjoy! also, my first time writing for stranger things! yay! images in the header are for aesthetic purposes only!
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“You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Your best friend asks as she slings her gym bag over her shoulder, “I don’t mind staying a couple minutes.”
“Nah,” you shrug, still panting a little from practice as you lean to the side with a little sigh, stretching down toward your leg, “You go on, I’ll catch you tomorrow.”
“Alright, cool,” she chirps, glossy lips flicking up into that sincere, beaming smile that had become her signature, “Bye!” She calls over her shoulder as she turns, white tennis shoes thumping against the shiny wooden floor as your name echoes around the gym.
“Bye, Chrissy!” You reply with a smile, glancing up as the heavy metal doors at the side of the room click closed, leaving you alone for the time being.
With a tired huff, you check your watch, one that matched Chrissy’s exactly – gold with a baby pink face. You’d gotten them at the mall last summer, a joint birthday present.
4:34pm.
A sigh leaves your lips as you lunge forward, hands planted firmly on your hips as you try to ignore the slight burn in your thigh. So, that’s… like, forty-five minutes until basketball practice starts, you think, eyes pointed up at the white metal ceiling as you do mental math, trying to figure out exactly how long you’ll have to work on your stretches.
Deciding to give yourself a few more minutes before calling it a day, you breathe out steadily through your pursed lips as you switch sides and lunge forward again, savoring the light burn in your calf. After a fifteen second count, you move onto your hands and knees, needing to stretch out your back.
You hum softly under your breath, one hand planted firmly against the blue tumbling mat beneath you as the other reaches back and grabs onto one of your ankles, your limbs forming a graceful arch above you. A small grunt leaves you as you pull your leg up as high as you can, before dropping it down and reaching back with your other hand to do the other side. Mid-pose, you swear you hear one of the gym doors click open, the one out to the hallway with the locker rooms and various storage closets judging by the direction, but you’re so focused on holding your pose, you honestly can’t be sure.
Huffing, you decide to just ignore it – Probably just the janitor or something, you think, keeping your eyes focused, once again, on the white metal ceiling as you roll over onto your back.
Breathing steadily, you let your eyes slip closed as you press both legs together before slowly lifting them up, using your hands and elbows to support your back as you lift onto your shoulders. Wincing slightly at the twinge of pain from your left one, you work through it, trying to keep your breath steady. As your green and gold cheer skirt pools at your waist, you silently pray that if it is a janitor, that it’s at least not the creepy one.
Slowly but surely, you work both legs up and over your head until the tips of your white sneakers press into the mat, your arms planted firmly onto the floor for support.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, you count silently, breathing a little shakily as you focus on balancing… and on ignoring your shoulder.
Suddenly, a loud wolf-whistle cuts through the silence of the gym, punctuated by a few slow claps and the heavy footsteps of someone walking across the wooden gym floor.
“Aah!” You squeak as you topple to the side, concentration thoroughly broken. Huffing, you prop yourself up on one elbow as your head snaps up, eyes already narrowed into an irritated glare. Upon seeing who it is, you can’t help but sneer.
“Can I help you, Hargrove?” You sigh, exasperated, rolling your eyes as you angle both legs out in a side split, determined to get through your stretches even with the added annoyance of Billy’s presence.
“Just admiring the view, princess,” he drawls, blue eyes trailing up the length of each of your spread legs in a way that makes your cheeks flush, “You’re real good at that, aren’t you?” He questions, plump lips quirked up into that signature, flirtatious smirk.
“Good at what?” You ask, brows furrowing as you bend over to the left, easily grasping the toe of your tennis shoe as the muscles in your legs stretch into a taut, familiar ache.
He chuckles at that, hands on his hips as he studies you, the spicy, woodsy smell of his cologne filling the space around you. He cocks his head to the side, pearly white teeth flashing every few seconds as he chews a piece of gum.
“Stretching,” he all but purrs, golden curls blowing slightly from the large fans that hum loudly on the ceiling. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he ogles at you, watching carefully as you bend to the right, “I bet it’d be really easy to just fold you up like a pretzel, huh, sweets?”
With a sigh, you finally let yourself relax for a moment and tilt your head up to look at the boy as you lean back on your hands, your ponytail swishing across your shoulder blades as you do.
“In your dreams, Billy,” you murmur, trying to keep the expression on your face plaid, wholly uninterested, which is easier said than done.
You don’t like Billy, and you’re very quick to correct anyone who says you do, even if it is just friendly teasing. But, well, there’s something about him that just draws people into his orbit – charisma combined with a certain mystique. You knew from talking to the girls in the locker room that he was a lady’s man, and a player, but from how they all talked about him, there appeared to be something more there, some hidden layer that no one had been able to crack yet. He’s different from the other boys in Hawkins, no small town charm to hide behind.
Plus, come on, he’s gorgeous. You might not be Billy’s biggest fan but you have eyes.
“Damn right, in my dreams,” he murmurs, pulling you from your thoughts as he draws out every syllable of your name in a low, husky tone, familiar smirk playing at his lips like always.
Cocking your head, you narrow your eyes as you peer up at him, “Aren’t you going out with Amber now?”
“Wouldn’t exactly call it going out…,” he answers as he bends down on one knee to retie the laces of his shoe, shooting you a little wink as he does so.
“Does Amber know that?”
He pauses at that, a little huff of laughter bubbling up from his chest as he fixes you with a grin that is much too self-satisfied for your liking. “Now, princess,” he starts slowly, blue eyes narrowing at you playfully as he rests a forearm across his knee, “Why do you care so much about what I’m doing with Amber?”
“She’s my friend, Billy,” you say, sitting up a little more, the chill from the AC units making the hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end.
“So, it’s definitely not because you’re, I dunno, jealous or anything?”
“No!” You cringe inwardly as you say it, too quick and too defensive and just what the blue eyed boy had been hoping for, judging by the smug grin plastered on his face.
This is how it’s been between the two of you for months now, ever since his stupid Camaro had rumbled into the school’s parking lot way back in August. Since then, it’s been a whirlwind of teasing jokes, sitting through History class after History class as you feel those blue eyes practically boring a hole in the back of your head, and somehow mustering up the willpower to dodge his advances.
In the nearly three months since his arrival, Billy had managed to charm his way through at least a handful of girls, maybe more depending on which rumors you listen to, but you are determined not to fall for it, not to be just another notch on his bedpost.
Which would be a lot easier if he’d leave you the hell alone.
Flustered, you pull your knees up, tucking your chin over top of them as your arms wrap around your calves, silently rolling your eyes as Billy drops to the blue tumbling mat, rolling onto his back with a satisfied sigh, making it clear to you that he was here to stay.
“Why’re you here so early, anyway?” You question, glancing at your watch once more, “Basketball practice isn’t for, like, another half hour.”
“Had to drop my stupid step-sister off at some trash arcade,” he grunts, annoyed, “Didn’t wanna waste the gas to go all the way home, plus…,” he pauses, tilting his head to the side to slyly grin at you once more, “I figured I might get here early enough to catch the end of cheer practice.”
“Creep,” you scoff, much more playfully than you’d intended to.
The two of you fall into a, surprisingly, comfortable beat of silence. You let your eyes trail over Billy as his own droop shut, one arm propped behind his head as he lazes on the gym mat, jaw clenching every so often as he works the gum in his mouth. You start at his feet, taking in the faded black canvas material of his Converse before you let your eyes roam up his long, tanned, muscular legs. Finally, you reach the familiar dark green shade of his school-branded shorts and your eyes wander up the expanse of his stomach and chest, covered by the grey t-shirt he wears, the familiar eyes of Hawkins High’s tiger mascot staring blankly into your own.
You nearly gasp as your eyes trail up to his face again, only to find his steely eyes already looking at you, a knowing smirk etched into his face as you feel the apples of your cheeks flush.
“It’s rude to stare, princess,” Billy drawls, catching you red handed.
“And it’s not rude to perv on me stretching?”
“Never said it wasn’t,” he shrugs with a little chuckle, sitting up and resting one forearm on a bent knee. You merely roll your eyes as he studies you for a second, the blush on your cheeks deepening enough that you can feel the slight tingle of blood rushing under the surface.
“Whatever,” you sigh, shaking your head as you stretch your legs out in front of you again. You stretch forward again, letting out a breath as you grab at your ankles and try to ignore the way Billy sits up, propping his forearm up on a bent knee.
“Could you, like, put your legs behind your head and all that?”
“Probably,” you say with a little eye roll.
“Will you?”
“Not for you!”
The two of you carry on like that for a moment longer — you working through various stretches and familiar yoga poses as Billy seems overly curious about each one, questioning if you can twist into all kinds of poses.
“Can you do a handstand and do the splits?” He questions, grinning when you groan in frustration, eyes trailing up your long legs to the bottom of your short cheer skirt.
With a huff, you stand with one hand on your hip, the other pinching at the bridge of your nose as Billy’s incessant questions throw you off the silent count in your head again.
“Did you want something or are you just trying fuck me over?”
“Mmm, close, princess,” the blond teases, earning another glare from you. Playfully, he holds his hands up in surrender, “You’re single, aren’t you?” He asks, smirking triumphantly at the way you balk.
“I’m not talking about this with you, Hargrove.”
His smirk widens when you don’t deny it, blue eyes darkening as they travel over the length of your body once more. “Look, all I’m saying is that the guys talk in the locker room and… well, I can’t help but notice that your pretty name just doesn’t come up.”
“Maybe I have better things to do than put out for you assholes,” you smirk, quickly stretching out your problem shoulder before kneeling back on the tumbling mat, meaning to finish up with a couple quick pushups.
Undeterred, Billy merely matches your smirk with one of his own, watching as you kneel next to him. “Just come with me to Harrington’s Halloween party next weekend, sweetness,” he offers, his voice a low rumble, “Come on, a couple hours, some drinks. Hell, I’ll even dress up with you, whatever you want.”
“Hmm,” you hum, taking a second to tighten your ponytail as you shoot him a playful little smile, “Whatever I want, huh?”
“Name it,” he says lowly, watching appreciatively as you get on all fours.
“Okay, how about…,” you stall, drawing out your words as you extend your legs behind you, grunting softly as your shoulder zings with pain once more, “Willie and Indiana Jo– Ah!” You cut yourself off, exclaiming in pain as you land with a small thud on the mat, wincing.
“Whoa, hey,” Billy says softly, scrambling onto his knees, brows furrowed as he gingerly helps you roll over onto your back, “You okay?”
You nod, glancing away with a little embarrassed huff as you rub at your shoulder. “Yeah, it’s nothing. I just probably sprained it earlier during practice or something.”
“Lemme take a look at it,” he says, offering a hand to help you up.
Not expecting such chivalrous behavior from Hargrove of all people, you only nod dumbly and let him pull you up off the mat, chest heaving.
“Here,” he murmurs, gently nudging at your arm until you turn your back to him. You can hear the tumbling mat crinkle as he steps closer to you, the warmth from his chest practically radiating through his t-shirt as the spicy musk of his cologne seems to envelope you once again.
“You better not be using this as an excuse to feel me up,” you warn, albeit playfully, pulling your ponytail over the opposite shoulder.
“In your dreams,” he teases, goosebumps peppering your skin from the low way he says your name and from the gentle brush of his fingers over the back of your arm as they trail their way up to your shoulder.
He’s silent for a moment, carefully pressing warm, slightly rough fingers against your skin, watching until you wince just slightly when he pokes at your shoulder blade. “That’s where it hurts?”
“Mhm,” you nod, lips parting ever so slightly as he kneads around the area. You can practically feel him smirking when you sigh a moment later, his fingers working perfectly over the sore muscle as his other hand anchors itself at your hip, “You’re… actually, like, really good at this,” you murmur with a little laugh, needing to find some way to break the silence.
“My mom is – was, she was a masseuse, back when we lived in Cali,” Billy explains, leaning in closer, his lips all but brushing against your ear as he speaks softly, like he’s telling you some deep, dark secret, “I might’ve looked at one or two of her books.”
“Really?” You ask, brows furrowing as you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.
“Sue me, I was thirteen and they had nudes in ‘em,” he chuckles, biting into his bottom lip when your breathy laugh morphs into a moan when he presses just right against your shoulder. The fingers of his other hand tighten on your hip as he pulls you back against him, his lips just barely grazing over the crook of your neck, “But I still picked up a thing or two.”
“Clearly,” you breathe, brows tugging together as you tilt your head to the side, an open invitation. The blond doesn’t need any more convincing and you let your eyes flutter shut as his lips descend upon your neck, pressing hot kisses against the sensitive skin.
The rise and fall of your chest grows shallow as the two of you seem to lose yourselves; you gasp as the hand on your hip trails down over your thigh, until Billy can drag the tips of his fingers beneath the white and gold hem of your pleated skirt just as the hand on your shoulder begins slowly moving around your ribs, to your front. Despite the AC units humming away, you can’t help but feel flush as he presses himself against you, already half-hard against the small of your back.
With a gasp, you jerk away from him at the sound of a door opening and closing in the hallway, muffled voices and laughter filtering in through the closed doors of the gym.
“Dammit,” Billy mumbles behind you as he quickly glances at the clock hanging above one of the exits, sighing disappointedly when he sees the time – fifteen minutes until practice.
Deciding to finally give in to the wants you’ve been harboring for months, you grab one of his hands and playfully bite your lip, nodding to one of the sets of gym doors, “Follow me.”
Smirking, he follows behind you as you quickly make your way to the doors, both of you pausing for a second to make sure the coast is clear before you bolt down the hallway. A second later, you’re pushing Billy through a door into a random classroom.
“This is the old Health room,” you explain, gasping as he turns and presses you against the old door, the metal of it cool against your back as you quickly scan over the empty room, dim other than the early evening light spilling in through the thin slats of the blinds, “No one ever comes in here.”
“Uh huh, fascinating,” he nods, turning his head to spit his gum into a small trash can by the door, before eagerly pressing his lips to yours. He smirks into the kiss as you mewl, his lips parting to quickly swallow the sweet sounds you make.
Always one to give as good as you get, your lips move against his just as fervently, both of your hands trailing up underneath his t-shirt as you rub over his stomach, muscles taut under your touch. His tongue slips into your mouth in the same second he presses against you, his thin gym shorts doing nothing to conceal the hardness of his length as it presses against your lower stomach.
You arch into his touch as his hands cup your breasts through your uniform, a low growl rumbling through his chest as you rake your nails over his chest and down his stomach. Boldly, you reach down and palm at his cock, savoring the surprised grunt he lets out before you quickly nudge your hand down the front of his shorts and into his boxers.
“Shit,” he breathes, one hand still kneading at your breast as the other skates back up your thigh, his forehead resting against yours. Biting your lip, you watch through hooded eyes as you experimentally stroke over his cock, marveling at how hard he already is, like velvet over steel.
Just as you feel him twitch in your grasp, the blond pulls away from you with a teasing grin and presses one last kiss against your lips before tapping the back of your thighs, urging you to jump.
“Fuck, there you go,” Billy rasps, fingers digging into the curve of your ass as you clamber up into his arms, your shoulder only barely smarting as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I gotcha,” his muscular biceps flex as he quickly walks a few feet from the door and deposits on you on top of the, thankfully barren, teacher’s desk pushed haphazardly into the corner.
“Billy,” you sigh, the sound being practically pushed from your lungs as he presses himself back between your thighs, cheer skirt rumbled around your waist as he all but folds you in half – your hands cling to his shirt desperately, one leg wrapped securely around his hip as the other ends up slung nearly over his shoulder.
“Yeah, princess?” He taunts with a wolfish grin, smirking at the way the muscles of your thigh twitch as his fingers move toward your pussy, hardly hidden beneath your boyshorts. You all but levitate off the desk as two of his fingers swipe over your slit, the apples of your cheeks flushing when he chuckles triumphantly, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide how wet you are. “Finally gonna give me what I want?”
You can feel your ponytail bobbing wildly at the crown of your head when you nod, a whiny moan blooming from your lips when he moves his fingers in tight circles against your clit, the flimsy material of your underwear quickly dampening against his touch.
“Yeah, yeah, Billy,” your hands tremble as you pull at his t-shirt, desperate for what you’ve been wanting for so long, “C’mon, please!”
“Easy, tiger,” he laughs, tongue running over his bottom lip as he easily tugs his shirt over his head, your own hands scrambling to push down your boyshorts. Taking mercy on you yet again, he helps you, eagerly tugging the white cotton down your legs. He damn near tears them in two as he pushes your underwear over one sneaker, letting them dangle from your ankle.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, crowding against you again as you lean back on the desk, propped up on your elbows. You stare up at him, lips parted, as he all but folds you in half, warm hands pressing against the backs of your thighs, “Fucking leaking and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Oh!” You hiss, trying your hardest to keep your voice down, head thudding back against the desk as Billy quickly tugs his shorts down, just enough to get his cock out, and teasingly runs it through your folds, “Billy, oh my God, just do it!” You all but beg, teeth biting into your bottom lip at the wet sounds of him moving against you, deafeningly loud in the otherwise quiet room.
Were you anywhere else, Billy would have absolutely no qualms about teasing you to within an inch of your life – payback for playing cat and mouse with him for almost three months straight. Lucky for you, he’s just as nervous at the thought of getting caught with his pants down as you are, shuddering to think what Neil would do if he got expelled over this.
With a barely contained growl, he pushes into you, his cock sliding easily to the hilt with how wet you are. Your back arches off the desk as he slides home, stretching you beautifully as he fills you completely.
“Oh – oh my God,” you breathe as he stills, giving you a few seconds to adjust. Your hands scramble over the smooth top of the desk before you grab onto his wrists as his hands hook behind your knees.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans – the way he grumbles your name makes your walls clench around his length, punching another grunt from his chest as he starts shallowly thrusting against you, grinding his hips against yours.
The two of you dissolve into a flurry of breathy mewls and sighs, each of you desperately trying to keep quiet as the muffled sounds of skin against skin and the dull creaking of the desk fill the room. Your eyelids flutter as you watch Billy above you, golden curls bouncing with each of his thrusts as a light sheen of sweat covers his tanned chest.
Grunting lowly, he presses harder against the backs of your thighs, practically pressing your kneecaps against the desk below you, blue eyes sparkling as you easily follow his movements. With the small change in angles, the head of his cock thrusts perfectly against that sensitive spot within you, and he grins triumphantly as you tremble beneath him.
“That the spot, princess?” He questions, smirking when you nod your head with a little broken squeak, “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you in a bed – bet you can bend in all kinds of pretty ways, huh?”
“Y-Yeah, yeah, Billy,” you agree, willing to agree to just about anything as long as he keeps moving. You can hardly contain the moans spilling from your lips as he works you higher and higher, the adrenaline from the possibility of getting caught as well as the rush of finally having him making you rush toward your end faster than you normally would.
Breathing heavily as your pussy clenches at his cock, he lets go of one of your thighs and shoves your shirt up, unceremoniously taking your bra with it. You bite at the back of one hand as he teases at your breasts, using one hand to pinch and pull at one nipple before moving to the other as he stares down at you with half-lidded eyes, brows furrowed in concentration.
“O-Oh, my – fuck, I’m –” You moan brokenly, squirming beneath him as you feel yourself nearing the edge, teeth biting desperately into your bottom lip as you claw at his forearm and waist.
Cockily licking over his lips, Billy leans forward as he grinds against you, his hips putting pressure on your clit as he covers your mouth with one hand, propping himself up against the desk with an elbow as his other still grasps at the back of your knee.
You squeeze him tightly as the tail end of his happy trail rubs deliciously over you, giving you just enough stimulation to throw you over the edge.
“Yeah, princess,” he encourages, grunting with nearly every thrust into you as he feels you clenching around him, pushing him further and further toward his own edge as he clenches his jaw, determined to hang on as long as possible.
After only a few more thrusts, he quickly pulls out with a small groan. “Fuck, fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he strokes his cock, painting your lower belly with stripes of his release.
Both of you still for a moment, breathing heavily as you each come down. Half expecting Billy to simply get dressed again and leave, you’re surprised when he softly kisses you, more relaxed this time, as his warm breath fans over your cheek. Dazedly, you kiss him back, your lips moving together unhurriedly as you card your fingers through the sweat-damp curls at the nape of his neck.
After a moment, you part and your lips quirk up into a shy smile as he moves back half a step, giving you enough room to sit up.
“Oh, uh,” you breathe, looking down when you feel his cum cooling against your skin. Glancing around the room, you pout a little when you don’t see any tissues or paper towels, “There’s paper towels in the locker room?” You offer, looking over at Billy, watching as he quickly tugs his shorts back into place.
“I got it,” he says with a small smirk and before you have time to question what he means, he quickly tugs your underwear off your ankle and uses them to wipe at your skin, grinning meanly when you look up at him with wide eyes.
“Jackass!” You exclaim, laughing softly despite yourself, “That’s the only pair I have with me!”
“Nothing wrong with going commando, sweetness,” he says with a wink, chuckling when you wrinkle your nose at the thought while you pull your bra and shirt back into place, “Come back to my place and I’ll was ‘em for you, my parents don’t get back until late, anyway.”
“You just want a round two,” you laugh, hopping off the desk and straightening out your skirt the best you can before running your hands over your hair, trying to smooth out your ponytail.
“Told you I was gonna fold you up all pretty,” Billy smirks, crowding against you yet again once he tugs his shirt back on and lightly grasping at your jaw, “Something tells me you won’t have a problem with that either.”
“That’s presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“Sure, yeah, I dunno what that means, princess,” he says, grinning when you laugh, your hands pressed against his chest as he quickly tucks your boyshorts into the waistband of his shorts, “Just come back to my place, hm?”
“What about basketball practice? Jason hates when people ditch.”
“You really think I give a shit about what Carver wants?” Billy laughs, taking one of your hands in his as he makes his way toward the door.
“Okay, okay, fine,” you finally agree, rolling your eyes playfully as you let him pull you out into the hall.
“And come with me to the Halloween party?”
“You have quite a list of demands, Hargrove.”
“Hey,” he says with a little shrug, glancing at you as you walk side by side toward the locker rooms, “That’s what you get for teasing me.”
You merely giggle as the two of you round a corner, nearly freezing and nervously glancing over at Billy when you come across Steve, chest heaving as he leans over a water fountain.
Standing straight, he wipes at his lips with the back of his hand, narrowing his eyes at Billy, watching as he quickly scoops up his duffle bag from where he’d tossed it down earlier in the hallway. “Dude, why’re you leaving? You’re almost, like, half an hour late for practice.”
“Yeah, well, tell Carver something came up,” the blond boy huffs dismissively before taking your hand once more. You shoot a bashful smile at Steve, blushing as you and Billy walk toward the doors out to the parking lot.
Behind you, Steve takes a minute to connect the dots, brows furrowing as he plants his hands on his hips. After a second, his eyes widen and he shakes his head.
“Come on, at school?” He calls down the hallway, shaking his head as you and Billy laugh, “Fucking animals, man.”
A/N: I had a request for some Bills and my writing brain has been shit lately so I’m moving over an old one shot from wattpad. @billysbot I hope this is okay for now and I’ll get to your request asap. 🤭🖤
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Summer. Fucking finally. The warm night air hits your face as you walk outside towards the cooler searching for something to help you relax. Parties weren’t always your favorite thing but it was a good way to kick off the summer. A nice time to relax and one of the only fun things to do here.
You check out the scene, a crowd of people around the keg stand, a group by the fire, and a few girls fighting for the attention of Steve Harrington.
He is one handsome guy. You watch as he runs his fingers through his fluffy brown hair, the girl directly in front of him reaching out to touch it, giggling flirtatiously as he gives her a sweet smile. Even after graduation, Steve always threw the best parties in Hawkins.
You suddenly hear a shout from your left as you grab yourself a beer, popping it open.
“The keg king has returned!” a guy shouts in the distance.
Tommy. You roll your eyes, the noise from the party already starting to give you a slight headache. I need more alcohol.
“Billy Hargrove, what did we do to deserve this?” another loud voice booms, followed by a laugh.
The name catches your attention and your head whips around to see him standing there with a bold smile on his face.
He looks about the same. Tight denim clinging to his muscular thighs. He turns and you catch a glimpse of his ass, his jeans showing you every curve perfectly.
That ass. You quickly finish your beer, this time reaching for the whiskey, pouring a bit into your cup before walking a little closer to all the commotion. The crowd is loud as guys and girls alike come to welcome him back.
He left last year for college along with a few others. Most of you were stuck there. Going to community college or working full-time jobs.
You had hooked up with Billy one time before he left for California. The backseat of his Camaro. You hadn't gone all the way but the things you had done were stuck in your brain since last summer. It was a night you thought about often.
He turns your way and your eyes meet his. You instantly feel your face flush and try to conceal it behind the red plastic cup, taking a large gulp.
A white t-shirt fits firmly against his body, a black leather jacket thrown on top. His sandy curls look a little more taken care of, a little smoother, one curl spiraled to perfection on his forehead.
He winks and smiles that charming smile as he squeezes through the crowd, heading your way.
Fuck me.
“There you are.” he huffs as he comes to a stop in front of you. His cologne fills your nose, the aroma immediately sending you back in time, the memory of last year clear as day.
His soft lips on yours, his fingers working you to your peak so effortlessly. It was like a dream.
“That feel good, baby?” he mumbled in your ear as his thick fingers glided in and out.
“So good, Billy.” you moaned breathlessly, your head falling back against his leather seats as he leaned over you.
He chuckled deeply, his fingers working in and out slowly before he curled them slightly, pressing into your g spot, making you bite down on your lip, a small whimper escaping.
“R-right there..” you gasped, rolling your hips, grinding on his hand. No one had ever been able to get you off before and Billy knew exactly what he was doing.
“Mmm… That's it, baby,” he murmured against your lips as your eyes fell shut.
“H-holy shit..” you moaned loudly as your thighs began to tremble. His two fingers precisely stroking across your sweet spot. His thumb moving up and down your soaked slit, brushing against your clit over and over.
You had completely lost yourself in the moment, the pleasure something you had never experienced by the hand of another.
“I can't wait to hear you cum.” he burned, his words bringing you closer and closer until you finally fell apart, your cries filling the small space in the car, Billy encouraging you to scream his name. And you did. Again and again…
Billy’s smooth voice saying your name brings you back to reality and your face reddens again. You still haven't had an orgasm like that since.
“Something on your mind?” he teases, reaching down and snagging a beer for himself.
You quickly shake your head and give him a soft smile. “Just thinking about last summer… How is school? California looks like it's treating you well.” you state sweetly, stepping slightly closer to him.
You take in every detail of his pretty face. His sun-kissed skin dusted with freckles, his long dark lashes such a contrast to his light curls, his lips plump and soft, his mustache trimmed neatly.
Now that he was here, no one else at this party could catch your eye. He was so alluring. So addictive.
Billy smiles as he pats his pockets for his smokes, pulling one out and offering it your way. You take it and place it between your lips, Billy reaches out lighting the cigarette for you before taking the flame to his own.
He inhales deeply, slowly releasing the smoke before he speaks.
“It’s been good. You know, same old shit.” he shrugs casually, his eyes stuck on you. You watch as his gaze travels from your face all the way down your body and back up, his lips curling into a smile.
You shift your feet, your Converse kicking the dirt as you feel his eyes on you. You were happy you had forced yourself into a dress tonight instead of your usual t-shirt and shorts. It was a deep red, riding high on your thighs, sculpting your body in all the right places.
“You look good, sweetheart.” he compliments, his tone warm and sugary. Another little wink in your direction making your heart speed up in your chest.
“So do you. You look really good. I like this shirt.” you gush, your hand reaching out to touch his chest. You can feel the firmness of his muscles underneath the skin-tight shirt. His body tenses under your touch as your hand slowly trails across his stomach.
“It looks better off,” he suggests playfully, his blue eyes glinting under the moonlight.
“Do you wanna swim?” you blurt out quickly, making him laugh.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” he teases, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear.
“Me neither.” Your voice comes out hoarse as he looms over you.
His fingertips ghost across your thigh as you look up at him.
“Anything under this?” he whispers, his voice deep and low as he lightly tugs on the hem of your dress.
You nod, your entire body tingling from the sensation of his fingers against your skin.
“Let’s go.”
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“You want me to swim in my underwear?” you stare at him as he begins to unbuckle his belt.
“Mhmm..” he hums lightly, shuffling out of his jeans. His jacket was next, then his shirt. Leaving him standing there in his boxer briefs, his perfect body on full display.
You cross your arms surveying the area, Only a few people were in the pool, most of the party was inside dancing or getting drunk. Billy raises an eyebrow in your direction and you bite down on your lip.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” he presses, walking closer. His hand rests on your waist, pulling you close, his body is warm against yours as his lips meet your ear.
“You weren’t shy when you were screaming my name, baby.” His breath tickles your ear, his words making you throb. His hand reaches around your back, taking your zipper in his fingers, slowly drawing it down.
“Or when you sucked my dick and swallowed every bit of my cum..” he continues, the zipper coming to a stop just above your ass. “Remember that night?” He rasps as his hand moves to your shoulder, gently pulling the strap of your dress down your arm.
“I think about it all the time.” you admit quietly as he works the other strap.
“I know you do.” he boasts, a smile playing on his lips as he pulls your dress to the concrete.
Billy’s POV
I was hoping she’d be here. Cute little thing. Sweet fucking pussy. I remember sucking her off of my fingers. And those lips.. fuck they felt good wrapped around my cock.
I can tell when I make a girl cum for the first time. It’s so gratifying. Hearing their cries, their moans, their surprise as they realize how good sex can be. There are way too many women who haven’t been pleased right. I bet she hasn’t gotten off like that since I left. But tonight, I’m gonna fuck her. Give her everything Billy Hargrove has to offer. I can’t wait to blow her fucking mind.
I watch as she kicks her dress to the side and slips out of her shoes. There are a few people on the other end of the pool, a couple making out, a few guys roughhousing.
Doesn’t matter. I’m about to make her squeal. Audience or no audience.
I reach out for her hand and her slender fingers intertwine with mine as we make our way toward the pool steps. I step down into the water, it’s a little chillier than I expected but it feels nice as we step deeper into the pool. I turn to see her with little goosebumps spread across her arms. Her nipples hard against the thin fabric of her lace bra.
She’s a fucking sight. Her perfect ass on display, her tiny panties barely hiding anything. The moonlight casts a glow across her body as you drink her in.
I’m excited to hear her cry my name again. The way she screamed just from my fingers.. Fuck, this is gonna be fun.
Her eyes shine bright as she peeks over at me. A slight smile on her face. A dark red lipstick painted on her soft lips.
Her little shy act is cute too. But she won’t be able to maintain it for long. Soon she’ll be begging me to do filthy things to her. And I’ll happily comply.
I normally would have gone for someone new but there was something about her that made me crave more. I've thought about her many times since I left. I'm not in love but the girl is something and I'm eager to have more.
I can tell she's thinking the same as she wades into the water, beckoning for me to come closer. She swims to the corner of the pool and I dive in, following behind her. I come out of the water, face to face with her. Her mascara runs slightly, leaving little black smudges under her eyes.
I love that shit. Though it’s normally caused by them gagging.
I press up against her lightly and take note of her body’s reaction to me. Her gaze falls from my eyes to my lips and back up again. Her chest moves up and down rapidly. A small bite of her lip, her body leaning into me.
Mmm.. I know, baby.
I reach out, firmly gripping her waist as she instantly presses her lips to mine, her arms coming around my neck. The noise of everyone around us seems to disappear as she slips her tongue in my mouth. Her fingers thread into my hair as my eyes shut and I take over, kissing her fiercely, pressing her body against the pool wall.
She moans into my mouth making my cock twitch. I dig my fingers into her hips pulling another moan from her, making me smirk against her lips before pulling away breathless.
“You taste just like I remember.” I groan, reaching around cupping her ass in my hands causing her to gasp. “How about that pussy, baby? Can I get another taste?” I mumble against her neck as I begin planting slow kisses up and down her exposed skin.
“Yes.. fuck.. where should we go?”
I let out a deep laugh before gradually gliding my fingers down her side. My hand skates across her thigh and slips in between her legs.
“Billy, there’s people..”
“Then I guess you'll have to be quiet.” I taunt, my voice low in her ear.
“Shit.” she breathes out as my fingers run across her clothed pussy under the water. I move the delicate fabric to the side, one finger slipping into her slit. Even under the water I can feel her need for me, her warmth wrapping around my finger, slickness coating it as I press deeper inside, a little moan falls from her mouth as it drops open.
I work in another finger, plunging into her pussy as her head falls to my shoulder trying to conceal her noises. “I missed these fingers,” she mumbles into the crook of my neck, sending a smile across my face.
I work her with my hand, adding a third finger, keeping them buried deep.
“Fuck!” she cries, her squeal barely muffled as I continue to fuck her with my hand.
Her moans grow louder as she buries her face even deeper. I can feel her pussy pulsing around my fingers as I curl and stroke across her g spot making her legs shake.
I hear voices from the other end of the pool, reminding me that we’re not alone. I lift her with one arm, her legs wrapping around my waist as her nails dig into my shoulder blades.
“Mmm.. I’m gonna.. Billy.. I’m gonna..” she stammers, her voice is shaky as I feel her clench around me.
“Cum for me, baby. Then I’m gonna take you inside where you can really scream.”
My words send her overboard and her teeth sink into my neck making me moan as she comes undone, her walls fluttering around my thick fingers. My jaw clenches as I feel the pain from her bite, followed by her lips sucking harshly as she rides out her orgasm.
Reader’s POV
“Oh my fucking god.” you laugh breathlessly as your body comes down from your high. You bring your face around and slam your lips to his, feeling elated.
He plants a few hard kisses on your lips before lifting you out of the pool. You stand up as he hops out, your eyes glancing towards the opposite side of the pool. You see the same couple still making out, people swimming around none the wiser. Holy shit.
As Billy stands, your eyes roam down his body, his erection clear through his wet briefs. Fucking hell.
“Bedroom?” you suggest coyly.
“Bedroom, baby.” he chuckles, swiping up your clothes and pulling you along.
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“Is this Harrington’s room?” Billy questions as you lock the door behind you.
“Mhmm.. You okay with that?” you ask, walking further into the room. Billy laughs loudly at your question.
“Just makes it even better.” he snickers before tossing you to the bed.
Fuck, I'm excited. No stopping this time. I'm getting all of him.
You unclasp your wet bra, tossing it aside, watching as Billy’s eyes fall to your chest. He grins as he slides his underwear down, his cock finally unrestrained. You swiftly slip your panties off and giggle as Billy basically tackles you into the mattress.
“You're so fucking beautiful.” he compliments, as you feel his weight on top of you.
“So are you,” you reply, your voice hushed. You bring your arms around his neck and draw his lips to yours, his tongue parting your lips gently. You can feel him against your warmth as you wrap your legs around his waist.
You lift your hips, grinding against him, feeling his cock rock hard.
“I want you.” you plead desperately.
“How do you like it, baby? Soft and slow? Rough and fast? Tell me what you want.” Billy says as his hands begin to explore your body.
“Mmm.. Either.. Both.. I just want you.” you breathe out.
“My kinda girl,” Billy smirks before you feel him at your entrance. He gradually presses the first few inches into you, the stretch so delicious, so fucking good.
“Fuck, you're big.” you whimper slightly and he kisses your lips once more.
“I'm barely in, sweetheart.” he brags, a hint of cockiness laced in his tone. He pushes in deeper, making your mouth drop open with a squeak.
Once fully inside he begins to thrust. In and out, slow and steady. Your body feels overwhelmed from this new sensation. You've never had someone so deep inside of you before.
He starts to get into a nice rhythm, rolling his hips, driving into you at a perfect pace. Your eyelids flutter as he glides in and out of your pussy, your slickness coating his cock entirely.
“Fuck, baby.” Billy grunts as you start to rock with him, your bodies working perfectly together. He times his time, pumping into you with long hard strokes as he kisses you deeply.
You cross your ankles behind his back, pulling him back into you over and over again, moans and praises pouring from your lips as you give into him completely.
“Harder!” you cry unexpectedly, your body aching for something it's never known. I want him to destroy me and I know he can.
Billy grins wickedly, picking up speed, slamming into you, knocking the breath from your lungs.
“Yes!” you wail, clinging to him wildly, your nails dragging down his back as he thrusts mercilessly.
You lose yourself in the pleasure, as he pounds you into the mattress, your boobs bouncing with every thrust. You feel his hand on your ankle as he easily tosses it over his shoulder, leaning over you, making your legs tremble instantly.
“Oh- oh my god!” you scream as his cock slams directly into your g spot.
“There she is.” Billy growls, his smile widening as he slaps your thigh roughly making you squeal in delight.
“You like that?”
“Yes!”
“You like it rough?”
“Yes, Billy!”
“Tell me.”
“I want it rough. Fuck me hard, please!”
With no warning, he flips you to your stomach, pulling your ass up in the air and enters you again. His hand grips your hair and gives it a yank, a drawn out moan leaving your lips.
He slams into you, your ass bouncing against him over and over as he wears you out. His firm hand leaving handprints all across your ass. Your hands grip the sheets tightly as your body gives into the euphoria. The perfect amount of pleasure and pain blended together.
You had reached your high twice, the second even stronger than the first. Your body sensitivity at an all time high.
“Cum for me, again.” Billy mumbles lustfully, his hands gripping your waist, fingers digging into your skin.
“Yes, Billy.” you whimper. Your entire body felt like jello but you didn't care. You wanted this, needed this.
You soaked his cock once more before he filled you with his cum, both of you collapsing to the bed, out of breath.
“Why the fuck did you have to move again?” you pant, your cheeks flushed, your heart pounding.
Billy chuckles as he reaches over for a cigarette, pulling one out for you both.
“Any time I visit.. This is happening, doll.” he motions between the two of you.
“Visit more than once a year?” you pout, laying your head on his sweaty chest.
“Mhmm.. I didn't think I’d miss anything about Hawkins, baby. But damn I'm gonna miss you.”
Eddie Munson could be a real fucking brat sometimes.
A brat who liked to wind you up and tease you and get you all worked up to the point you are practically soaking through your panties all day. A brat who found so much pleasure in making you squirm and whine and beg, only to not give you what you want. A brat who loved making you watch him stroke his cock and make himself come whilst you’re forced to watch.
And you loved Eddie. You truly did. No man had ever made you feel as loved or secure or comforted as Eddie had. He was the perfect boyfriend: he made you laugh, he made you smile, he made you come (which was a feat with past boyfriends). But sometimes he just liked to tease you a little too much, and it was starting to wind you up how unfair it was.
So, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
There had been countless conversations between the two of you about Steve. He was the mutual friend you met through, close to both of you in his own respect. And it was a known fact around Hawkins that Steve Harrington was hot. He was hot, and both you and your boyfriend acknowledged more than once.
Eddie had joked one night about inviting Steve into your bedroom. But after seeing your serious response, it got the gears in his head turning and his mind had played out countless fantasies about the other boy joining you between the sheets. There was just a doubt in Eddie’s mind that Steve would want to join, that he wouldn’t scare off one of his closest friends over something he might find weird.
However, you had decided to take the step. You took the step and you told the boy the plan, and you wanted to give your teasing brat boyfriend a taste of his own medicine, show him what it’s like to be left squirming and whining and begging.
“Fuck! Yes! Just like that!”
You pressed your face into the pillow, the fabric soaked with your tears and drool as your body jerked with each thrust. You turned your head to the side, pushing strands of your hair out of your face as you watched your boyfriend a few feet away.
Eddie didn’t know what he was expecting when you made him strip down before tying his hands behind his back after he settled down in the chair in the corner of his room. The last thing he expected was to see you crawl onto his bed, face down and ass up before Steve walked through the door and headed straight towards you.
Maybe he should be angry. Or jealous. Or pissed off. Maybe if he was normal, he would feel all those emotions at once and more. But in all honesty, watching his pretty girl be fucked dumb by his best friend was making him harder than anything ever had in his life.
“Fuck, Stevie,” you moaned, your lips pouted and swollen and he just wanted to bite them. “Feel so good, so fucking deep.”
“Yeah?” Steve groaned as he pulled your hips flush back against his. “‘m I fucking you better than your lil’ boyfriend, honey?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, pressing your face further into the pillow as his thrusts got faster, rougher, harder.
“Hear that, Munson,” Steve cooed mockingly. “Your girl loves my cock. Such a greedy lil’ thing, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”
“A cock-hungry whore,” Eddie remarked, a little breathless as he squirmed in his seat. He tried tugging on his hands once again, but the restraints remained tight and secure.
“All for me tonight,” Steve mused, his cheeks flushed and his lips turned upwards in a smirk. “Gonna have her screaming my name while you watch, Munson. Gonna have your girl squirting on my cock.”
“Please,” you begged, wiggling your hips back into Steve who only laughed and playfully slapped your ass.
“Patience, sweetheart, don’t wanna ruin the show for your boyfriend too soon,” Steve hummed, squeezing your ass before tapping your thigh. “Turn around, baby. Wanna give you a pretty, lil’ facial before I fuck you dumb. Give Eddie something pretty to look at when you’re screaming f’me.”
Harringrove x reader. ur left sharing a small tent sleeping. boyfriend billy on the right steve the left. your feeling some sexual tension w billy despite you both agreeing not to do anything with ur friends. but he wakes up noticing u staring at his pretty face. He can’t help it-moving even closer to u and kisses you. Eating you up. It’s so sloppy. So intimate and cosy. It’s so loud that Steve wakes up. Once he sees you and billy kissing he moves closer behind you and 😳 double p-
1st billy- then when Steve’s about to insert himself you feel slightly nervous- and you whisper Billy’s name. He brings your head onto his neck praising you to take steve. Once steves inside you and ur comfortable-that’s it. They’re using you for their release. Hard and fast. You hold onto Billy’s muscular form almost crying with how good it feels.
some Harringrove moments- maybe they feel their cocks rubbing against each other at one point ?
Sorry for such the detail I’m not too sure abt it- I’ll let you cook this up or change it - inspired from ur amazing Harringrove smut. I’ve never ever requested Harringrove x reader and some may say I have had my big amount of ideas 🤠
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absolutely, being sandwiched between the two of them is my fckn dream
It’s almost like a cruel joke— the way Steve ended up in the same tent as you and Billy. You’re sure it’s been done on purpose because you’d off-handedly mentioned to Billy that Steve looked good in his Scoops Ahoy! uniform the other day. You and Billy were getting some ice cream after your shifts at the pool ended, Steve and him had become quick friends recently. You weren’t exactly sure how it had happened but they were hanging out suddenly and Steve gave you guys discounts whenever you stopped by to get ice cream. Anyways, you’d both witnessed Steve getting shot down by a group of girls and Billy had laughed, suggesting that it was the dumb uniform to which you shrugged and said he looked cute in it. Immediately afterwards, you looked at him with wide eyes, expecting Billy to be angry but he actually seemed amused— intrigued even.
When Billy invited Steve along to the little camping trip with your guys’ group you were shocked at first but figured, they’re friends now so it wasn’t weird. Until it was time for bed and Steve followed you and Billy into your tiny, two-man tent. But it was totally fine, it wouldn’t be weird because you and Billy discussed not having sex during the trip for the sake of your friends. You were loud, everyone would know and you didn’t want to subject them to that.
Billy’s keeping up his end of the deal, eyes closed and steady breathing. The moonlight peeking into the tent shines beautifully on his face and you’re most definitely staring. He’s so pretty it makes your stomach do flips, you could stare him all day and in fact, when you have the time, you do. You watch his eyes barely move behind his lids, you’re a little impressed by how quickly he can fall asleep. As your eyes rake over the curve of his nose you can’t help but reach your fingertips up to brush against it. Billy’s face squishes up in reaction, his eyes blinking open to meet yours and a lazy smirk spreads across his lips. He turns on his side, facing you completely and copies your earlier movement, brushing his fingertips from the bridge of your nose to its tip. You giggle softly and something shifts in the mood, Billy grabs onto your jaw and leans down to press his lips to yours. The kiss is hungry, Billy grunts softly into it before biting your lower lip and tugging on it. You gasp softly and he takes the opportunity to lick eagerly into your mouth, hand moving from your jaw to your breast and squeezing it through your thin tank top. It’s so sloppy and you try to focus on Billy and not Steve’s back pressed against your own but you panic a little bit, knowing he’s bound to wake up to your and Billy’s sounds.
Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care, shoving his hand down the front of your pajama pants and underwear, cupping your pussy in his hand as he sucks on your tongue. There’s no possible way you can stop the little moans erupting from you, especially when Billy slides his fingers between your folds. Your whole body feels on fire and you can’t deny you’re turned on by the fact that Steve’s so close while Billy fingers you. However, you feel Steve turn over and you freeze, pressing your palm to Billy’s chest to push him back an inch.
“Shh,” your boyfriend smiles at you, “It’s okay, right Harrington?”
You feel Steve’s hand snake over your hip and you feel his breath against your ear, “I don’t mind at all.”
Suddenly, you’re sure they’ve planned this and while you think you should be upset, you’re not. You’re incredibly aroused by it, actually. Billy must feel as much as his fingers slip inside your aching hole with ease and he smirks at you.
“Is this okay?” Steve asks you softly, his hand moving up to cup your breast, “If I join?”
You knit your eyebrows together, wanting to say yes immediately but looking to Billy for reassurance.
“It’s up to you, darlin’,” Billy purrs, lowering his lips against yours.
You gasp as Steve squeezes your tit and Billy curls his fingers inside, “Yes, I want it!”
You feel Steve’s lips curl against your neck just as Billy lets out a soft chuckle before he’s licking back into your mouth. It’s already pretty overstimulating but your body tingles all over when you feel Steve licking and kissing your neck. You moan but it’s stifled by Billy’s tongue while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Billy pulls away, saliva connecting between your lips and he makes a guttural noise as he looks over to where Steve’s sucking bruises into your skin.
He sits up, his fingers still inside you and it’s a team effort between the boys as they awkwardly pull your pajamas and underwear down. Steve grabs a hold of your thigh and pulls your leg over his waist, spreading your legs wide as your boyfriend fingers you relentlessly. Steve’s long fingers find your clit and he rubs circles against it, breathing heavy in your ear.
“Oh, fuck,” you whine, eyebrows raising as your chest heaves with your own labored breathing.
Billy bites his lip, watching as his fingers disappear inside your dripping pussy.
“You’re so wet,” Billy comments, voice low, “Thinking about Steve in his uniform?”
Your face flushes, eyes widening at Billy while Steve scoffs beside you, “Got a thing for sailors?”
Billy chuckles, “She’s got a thing for pretty boys. Don’t ya, sweetheart?”
You can’t even answer, you’re not sure any words would come out so instead you nod, hips writhing against the pair of hands on you. The sounds that do come out of you are euphorically induced, uncontrollable. You’ve always been loud, Billy had to keep his hand over your mouth most times. Out here in the forest, he doesn’t seem to care and you’re too blissed out to even think about it. Everything feels too wonderful. Steve’s kissing your jaw and cheek and Billy reaches his free hand up and turns your face to Steve, groaning when Steve licks into your mouth. It’s different kissing Steve but it’s not bad, he’s not as eager as Billy, he’s slower.
Billy sighs softly and you can’t help but open your eyes and look over at him. He’s got his left hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily as he watches you kiss Steve while still thrusting his fingers inside you, but his pace has slowed. It’s fucking hot, seeing Billy so worked up at the sight of you kissing his friend. Steve grinds his hips up and you can feel his erection against the back of your thighs. You feel like you’ve won the fucking lottery or something. Two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen, right here at the same time. You don’t feel so guilty about your crush on Steve anymore.
“Fuck,” Billy exhales, squeezing at the base of his cock. “So hot.”
Steve leans back from the kiss and easily maneuvers you on top of him, your back against his chest. When Billy pulls his fingers out, you stubbornly whine at the loss but Steve’s holding your legs open as Billy positions himself between them. He slaps the head of his cock against your pussy and you moan out, leaning your head back against Steve’s shoulder. Your boyfriend doesn’t tease anymore, prodding his tip against your entrance.
“Pull her legs up, Harrington,” he instructs and Steve obeys, hands smoothing over the backs of your thighs and he holds them up for Billy.
Billy sinks in, groaning lowly as he bottoms out. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of Billy stretching you out.
“Jesus,” Steve comments, “She’s loud.”
“Yeah,” Billy grunts, “Have to fucking gag her half the time.”
The way they’re talking about you and not to you is surprisingly hot, you kind of like feeling like an object to them. You’re totally happy to let them use you however they please.
“Your dick is thick as hell, though,” Steve muses, “Poor thing probably can’t help herself.”
Billy laughs lowly, rolling his hips which pulls another sound from you and Billy tsks, “Feels good, doll? Am I stretching that tight pussy out?”
“Uh-huh,” you whine and you can feel Steve groan, the sound from his chest vibrates against your back.
“Just you wait,” he says beneath you and your eyes widen up at Billy.
He smirks, licking his tongue against his bottom lip and nods, “Oh, yeah, we’re gonna stretch you out nice and good, baby.”
“Billy…” you whine out, reaching up to grab onto his shoulders while he thrusts his cock deeper.
“You ready?” Billy asks and you look up at him with uncertainty. He pouts, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “I think she needs to be warmed up a little more, Harrington.”
“I can help,” Steve props his knee up so he can keep your thigh held up for Billy while he moves his hand around to rub at your clit again.
“Ah, perfect,” Billy drawls, “She’ll be ready after she cums.”
He pistons his hips quicker as Steve works against your clit, it’s all so intoxicating and you already feel like your floating up to the clouds. You keep your eyes open, watching your boyfriends face intently as he fucks you open. Billy looks almost drunk, glassy eyes with his lips parted and his eyebrows knit together. He’s so beautiful it makes you feel dizzy. The head of his cock pounding against your g-spot helps, along with Steve’s firm fingers playing at your clit. The pressure building up in your stomach is working quicker than ever before, you’re not even sure how that’s possible. Billy’s gotten to know your body well, he can make you cum pretty quickly when he wants to but this is entirely new. You can’t even bring your orgasm along this fast by yourself.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” you blubber, “i’m… oh my fucking god!”
The pair of them double down, Billy thrusts even harder and Steve rubs your clit faster. You see white as your orgasm crashes into you, causing your body to seize and then thrash between the men. You’re screaming, you’re sure of it, your throat feels raw when you come to, panting against Billy’s mouth, you can’t even remember when he put his lips against yours. You blink repeatedly as he pulls away, this almost devious look in his eyes.
“Goddamn,” Steve grunts.
Billy pulls out of you and lays down on his back, grabbing you and pulling you on top of him. He kisses you deeply, smoothing his hands over your ass before he slips his cock back inside of you. You whine, feeling like you might actually cry. He wraps his arms around your middle and keeps kissing you through the whimpers you make. Then you feel Steve’s cock poking against you and your eyes widen again, looking to Billy with panic. He rubs his big hands against the small of your back.
“Billy…” you whisper, voice shaky.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he coos, “You can take him too.”
You bite your lip, nodding to your boyfriend as you wait for the stretch of your life. You’re nervous but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fantasize about this. “Okay,” you breathe, smiling at Billy.
Steve slides in alongside Billy and they both make low, throaty groans and you’re preening at the sounds. It helps the burn, knowing they’re enjoying the feel of their cocks rubbing against each others. You think about the possibilities of this becomes a regular thing with them. You’d really like to kiss the both of them at the same time. You press your forehead against Billy’s shoulder, trying to get adjusted to the feeling of two thick cocks stretching you out.
“Such a good little cock slut,” Billy purrs and Steve’s hips jerk at his words, urging himself deeper inside you which pulls a cry from your chest.
“Fuck, sorry,” Steve apologizes, hands grabbing onto your hips while Billy’s wrap against the back of your neck.
“No… felt good,” you whimper, grabbing onto Billy’s bulging biceps.
They both seem to take that as the go ahead, rolling their hips and your mind goes fuzzy. Their fingers are bruising where each of them holds you, thrusting in sync brutally. The noises they make flood your ears and you might’ve died and gone to heaven. It’s excruciating, how stuffed and satisfying it feels.
“Fuuuuuck,” you moan out, turning your face to catch Billy’s lips in a dazed kiss. Steve’s hand smooths up your back and grabs a fistful of your hair while he thrusts up inside you. He pushes your face down against Billy’s, forcing the kiss deeper.
Billy’s hands move down to your ass and he pulls your cheeks apart, holding you open while the two of them drill into you. It feels almost unreal, but you chase the fact that this is reality, you’ve really got Steve and Billy’s cocks stretching you out.
“Such a good girl,” Billy purrs.
“Mm, doing so well,” Steve supplies just as Billy smacks your ass.
The praise sends you over the moon, your eyes flutter closed. This is beyond your expectations. This is wonderful. This is earth shattering. This is fucking everything and you’re absolutely drunk on it. They’re fucking you raw, so hard and fast and you’re feeling used in the best way possible. You’re hoping and praying this turns into a regular thing.
“Wish you could see her face, Stevie,” Billy growls, “She looks so fucked out.”
Steve kisses against your cheek before pulling your hair to turn your face so he can see it, “Still with us, sweetheart?”
“Unh…” if they thought you were capable of the English language at this point, they’re sorely mistaken. You’re an absolute puddle. Words barely have any meaning, all you know is you’ve never experienced ecstasy like this and you’re fucking loving every second.
They each give a pleased little laugh, both breathless as they try to feign control, like they’re not both so close on the edge. You feel special, so so so deeply special and on top of the fucking world. The sheer stretch of the two of them shoved inside you made your eyes cross, had your whole body shaking, was so irrevocably pleasurable that you weren’t sure you could recover. They’d fuck you dumb, that much was guaranteed. You realize tears are streaming down your face only when Billy’s wiping them away and kissing you softly.
“You’re taking us so well, baby,” he encourages, “you’re doing so good, you’re such a good girl for me.”
“Billy….” You whine out, grateful you remember any words, particularly your boyfriends name. “Billy, billy….” You chant it because it grounds you, keeps you tied to reality.
Their thrusts match in desperation, both making incredibly pretty sounds that make your ears hot. It’s matched by their strong, big hands moving over your body. There’s a pair grabbing onto your tits, they must be Steve’s judging by the angle which means Billy’s are the pair gripping and pulling at your ass. You’re elated, floating practically as they fuck into you relentlessly. It’s brutal, rough in the way you need. Steve pulls you up by your hair, your back flush against his chest and he kisses you deeply. Billy digs his fingers in your hips, eyes scanning up and down your body and then to where you and Steve are sloppily making out. Steve moves his hand down and presses his fingers to your clit.
“Fuck,” you choke out, all the sensations they’re serving you is becoming almost too much. You can’t tell if you want to push them away or pull them closer.
“Baby,” Billy coos, smoothing his hand up over your side, “Sweetheart, you gonna cum for us?”
“Uh-huh…” you whine, “M’so close… feels so good.”
Steve kisses against your ear before whispering, “Come on, babygirl. Give us what we want.”
You’re sent over the edge, your second orgasm ripping through you with a cry and everything goes fuzzy for a few seconds. Then Steve’s pushing you back down, pistons his hips faster while Billy’s rock up to meet his thrusts. Billy captures your lips in a kiss, there’s hands running all over along your body but you can’t tell who’s who. Then Steve makes a strangled groan and you feel his cum filling you up, at least you’re assuming it’s his by the noise he makes. Billy hums against your lips, moving his hips harder into you and then he’s making a similar sound to Steve and you feel more cum filling you up and you whimper, holding onto Billy’s muscular chest for dear life. The feeling of their cum mixing together inside you is unmatched and you make a small whine as they each pull out of you. Steve collapses beside you and you remain clinging to Billy. You fall asleep like that, Billy rubbing soothing circles against your back and whispering softly how good you did and how beautiful you are.
When you wake up, you feel sticky and honestly, dirty. A shower would be greatly appreciated but as you open your eyes you’re reminded that you’ll be in the forest for one more night so a dip in lake is gonna have to do instead. You hear Steve mumbling something incoherent sleepily and feel Billy’s breath against your face and then you realize you’re sandwiched between the two of them, they’re both holding you tightly. It’s a wonderful thing to wake up to. You feel so warm inside.
Billy kisses your cheek and then nudges his nose against yours, “Good morning, darling.”
You hum, “Morning.”
Steve mumbles something again from behind you and tightens his grip on you.
“Can we do that again?” you whisper to Billy, blushing.
He smirks down at you, “What do you think we’re doing tonight, doll?”
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