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Stranger Things [ I will write for any of the 18+ boys ]
⇾ Argyle
⇾ Johnathan Byers
⇾ Jason Carver
⇾ Billy Hargrove
⇾ Steve Harrington
⇾ Eddie Munson
Expectations:
this blog will at times feature triggering literary themes and will be tagged
this blog will at times feature 18+ literary content and will be tagged
I am a very sporadic and low to random posting activity type of writer
for the above reason, I will make activity announcements to signal my intent and energy to post
most posts will typically be in the form of drabbles, headcanons, or oneshots with the addition of a few series
What I will write:
nsfw topics (please discuss with me beforehand any nsfw requests in my askbox)
sfw topics including: daily life/domestic, fluff, angst, pining, hurt/comfort, romance, comedy, light horror/light gore or canon-compliant violence, violence/abuse/trauma history as a portion of the writing but not the central focus (please message me beforehand if this is requested writing), grief/death/loss, light to moderate mental health, supernatural/spooky, angst/problematic relationship dynamics... the list goes on.
if you are uncertain about a topic that you'd like me to consider and don't see it listed, please don't hesitate to ask me.
What I will not write:
nsfw: i do not write non-con/dub-con (this includes drugging or scenarios of implied intoxication and/or mutual intoxication), first times or virginity scenarios, step-sibling or -parent dynamics, incest, grooming scenarios, large age gaps (5 years +), torture, or yandere. this list is subject to change and i reserve the right to deny a request for any reason.
sfw: i do not write heavy gore or horror themes, i don't write thrillers, or sci-fi.
Rules:
the majority of my work will be written from a female or afab perspective. i don’t believe that i would be much good at attempting to voice or write from perspectives that are not my own.
however, the majority of my headcanons and answered asks for short blurbs will be written from a gender-neutral perspective and will be tagged as such. those works will solely be written in the second person, and will not feature any pronouns (i.e. you, is the only written identifier for the reader) so that they can be read and enjoyed by any and all.
please do not request NSFW works from me if you are underage. must be 18+ to request from me.
i reserve the right to refuse any request for any reason.
the rules and information written herein are subject to change at any time, at my discretion.
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All of my writings will also be cross-posted to my ao3 account under the same username. Latelyanobsession
I am posting to let you all know that I am active again after a long break away.
As it has been so long, I have cleared my drafts. The only things remaining are the unfinished posts for my two, running series Supersonic Millenium and She's a Runner. I will make an announcement when I am ready to reopen requests.
She's A Runner Part 9 I am hoping to finalize and post within the next 10 days. I am adding the last few touches and ironing out my plotting details. This series will come to a conclusion with the final installment of Part 13/14.
I will also be adopting and implementing new headers for my posts and series going forward. I will provide the new banner for She's a Runner in a following post.
Thank you for your interest, I hope you enjoy my works!
requests for drabbles/short scenarios, oneshots, headcanons, blurbs, and preferences
x reader inserts, stand-alone for characters, and/or character x character interactions
content can be either SFW or NSFW
On this blog:
Stranger Things [ I will write for any of the 18+ boys ]
⇾ Argyle
⇾ Johnathan Byers
⇾ Jason Carver
⇾ Billy Hargrove
⇾ Steve Harrington
⇾ Eddie Munson
Expectations:
this blog will at times feature triggering literary themes and will be tagged
this blog will at times feature 18+ literary content and will be tagged
I am a very sporadic and low to random posting activity type of writer
for the above reason, I will make activity announcements to signal my intent and energy to post
most posts will typically be in the form of drabbles, headcanons, or oneshots with the addition of a few series
What I will write:
nsfw topics (please discuss with me beforehand any nsfw requests in my askbox)
sfw topics including: daily life/domestic, fluff, angst, pining, hurt/comfort, romance, comedy, light horror/light gore or canon-compliant violence, violence/abuse/trauma history as a portion of the writing but not the central focus (please message me beforehand if this is requested writing), grief/death/loss, light to moderate mental health, supernatural/spooky, angst/problematic relationship dynamics... the list goes on.
if you are uncertain about a topic that you'd like me to consider and don't see it listed, please don't hesitate to ask me.
What I will not write:
nsfw: i do not write non-con/dub-con (this includes drugging or scenarios of implied intoxication and/or mutual intoxication), first times or virginity scenarios, step-sibling or -parent dynamics, incest, grooming scenarios, large age gaps (5 years +), torture, or yandere. this list is subject to change and i reserve the right to deny a request for any reason.
sfw: i do not write heavy gore or horror themes, i don't write thrillers, or sci-fi.
Rules:
the majority of my work will be written from a female or afab perspective. i don’t believe that i would be much good at attempting to voice or write from perspectives that are not my own.
however, the majority of my headcanons and answered asks for short blurbs will be written from a gender-neutral perspective and will be tagged as such. those works will solely be written in the second person, and will not feature any pronouns (i.e. you, is the only written identifier for the reader) so that they can be read and enjoyed by any and all.
please do not request NSFW works from me if you are underage. must be 18+ to request from me.
i reserve the right to refuse any request for any reason.
the rules and information written herein are subject to change at any time, at my discretion.
Last:
All of my writings will also be cross-posted to my ao3 account under the same username. Latelyanobsession
big dick!billy who loves having you sit on his lap because he knows you can feel him through his pants
big dick!billy who filmed you the first time he fucked you so he’ll always have the memory of the first time he stretched you out around him. a tape of your body quivering, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, his cock stuffed in you to the hilt, and your hands clutching at the sheets on his bed.
big dick!billy who keeps a photo of your stomach in his wallet. a bulge in your belly showing how deep he’s buried in you.
big dick!billy who loves seeing you cry and pout around his cock when you can’t take him all the way down your throat. he assures you that it’s okay and wraps your hand around his base and even that barely works
big dick!billy who can’t help but chuckle as he watches you try to sink yourself down onto his dick. his seat pushed back to accompany for you on top of him, slowly sucking him in inch by inch. your face contorting as you take him in and he can’t help but bite his bottom lip to hold back his grin. he thinks it’s cute how much you struggle to take him by yourself. and he’s more than happy to help you down when you ask, after teasing you, of course. he waste no time slamming you down on his cock.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
I would say that Jason is definitely a cuddler, but it can be hard at times to determine the line between when he wants that contact because he feels it's something "that all couples do" and when he's doing it because he's seeking genuine connection and intimacy from his partner.
As with most things in Jason's life, he is constantly keeping up appearances. Worrying himself over how others will think of him. He always wants to be seen in a positive light and to be held in high regard. He holds high expectations for himself to meet these demands and most likely cracks when others aren't looking.
Jason would be a cuddler in the sense that if he knows others are around, he'd hold you close because he would want everyone to see your relationship as positive, strong, and loving. (Even if that's not exactly the case)... Jason would also be a vulnerable cuddler. He probably wouldn't phrase it that way. More like you are "his rock" that he would seek at times when he needs support. When his own ego isn't enough to hold him up. When his self-esteem wavers and he worries that the rest of the world will find him out. That no matter how hard he's worked, no matter how much he smiles, no matter how big his persona, that he's a phony and that no one will care about him in the end.
C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Jason strikes me as a guy who tries to keep his sexual activities tidy. Whether that's because he feels a twinge of Christian guilt for engaging in pre-marital sex or because of a personal preference, is still up for debate.
Jason is also very cautious, using condoms and pulling out, but it does give him a thrill when his partners have offered to forego protection. It sends an absolute rush down his spine and straight to his groin. That may be one reason why he enjoys a sloppy blow job.
FUCK ME I'm thinking about Billy again. Shit. Fuck. Thinking about him calling you sugar tits on a day to day basis. About the little swiping his tongue over his teeth unhinged chuckle he does right before he loses it and goes feral (in a fight or... other places...) just his rowdy boisterous energy. He's so solid, I wanna bite into his torso like a big block of cheese. Just sink my teeth right into him.
Hello dear <3 what about X, F, and O for Billy Hargrove? a tiny smooch for your great writing :*
F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)
Billy can be fairly skittish when it comes to commitment. He acts very detached and uncaring about the subject, maybe he even avoids it at times. He certainly doesn't enjoy conversations about it and has offloaded more than a few partners who were considering it.
Long-term and married life is not something Billy has ever thought about. It's not something he thinks he's entitled to. He doesn't deserve it. He's not cut out for it. People never tend to stick around for long in his life. You may have managed to last this long but he's always fighting down this feeling in the back of his mind that it will all come crashing down someday and he shouldn't get his hopes up. That there's no point in dreaming. There's no point in reaching for fairy tales. Just make the good times last. And when it all dries up? He'll grab a couple sixers, drown his sorrows, and call it squared.
O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)
Billy is someone who has learned throughout his life that vulnerability comes at a high price. That sensitivity is a negative trait. That showing your softer side is a weakness and it gets you hurt. He is a very suspicious, cautious, and guarded person. He looks distant and uncaring because he takes time to size up every person before interacting with them. When he determines it is safe to interact with others, he showboats, flexes, dominates, and intimidates in an attempt to prove how invulnerable, strong, and confident he is.
It is most likely that Billy would not intend to open up to you. You would be subject to his armored display as much as any other person. It would be a matter of whether or not you could find the chinks and begin coaxing out that sensitive and scared boy behind it. In shared moments, he may offer small tokens about himself to test your authenticity. If you take genuine interest in the information he shares and offer him a safe and understanding space he would begin to unwind himself somewhat but would still always be holding back just enough that he could always flee at a moment's notice.
X - Xtra (Random HC)
Billy gets fussy over you when you look a little "too nice" on date night. If your shirt is open wider than his, he starts readjusting the shoulders for you. If your jewelry draws more attention and sparkle, there's suddenly an arm around you and Billy chastising you for wearing everything you own out the door. "You wanna get jumped?"
It's not that Billy doesn't want you to flaunt it, but he worries. He worries so damn much that someone that looks this good (even better than him) might leave him. He doesn't always believe that you dress to impress him. Or that those little one-night wonders are solely for him. So he dims your light sometimes to soothe his own anxieties.
F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
Billy's favorite position is without a doubt, 'face down, ass up'. Whether that's a traditional doggy, some variation, or bending a partner over some manner of furniture, he gets what he wants. He wants angle and depth with every stroke.
His other favorites involve a little more work on his part and a lot of flexibility on your part, but if managed it's all the better for you both. A wildcard favorite of his is when he rolls you to your side, pinning one of your legs beneath him and wrapping the other around his hip. Taking you this way he can get all the depth he wants while watching your face scrunch and your jaw slacken each time he rams that sweet spot inside you. He additionally has better flexibility to play with you, should he so desire.
O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Billy has a strong preference for giving, and that's an understatement. It has little to do with control and more to do with praise. He spends his days constantly feeling or being outright told that what he does is wrong. But when he has you on your back, with your nails imprinting crescents into his shoulders, and your spine coiled tighter than a spring? He knows he's doing something right. He's doing good. Hearing you choke and gasp as you throw your head into the pillows is the closest he's come to an "atta boy!" in weeks and he's greedy for more. He wants to nip and pluck at the thin skin below your ear until your hips grind and buck against his. He wants to bite and suck at your tongue until you whimper and shiver in his arms. He's so hungry to please you because you always provide that confirmation. That he's wanted.
This is in comparison to his near indifference at times to receiving. Billy craves a lot of stimulation and bores easily, so holding still to be gone down on rarely works for him unless you get exotic and trail your tongue further south... Ever the adventurer, he will nearly fall to pieces if you eat him out. Tease him a good while, and he will be the most agreeable you've ever seen him.
X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Billy is generously proportioned but by no means intimidating in size. He's uncircumcised with a deep rosy head that fully pushes back against the foreskin when he's at his peak. His sheath can be deceiving, making him appear visually longer with a graceful upward curve to his erect shaft. He hits all the right places just by the default of his nature. What he packs the most is girth. Heavy in hand, and warm on the tongue. You always feel empty when he pulls out.
SO, I've taken the liberty of changing this up a bit. I've redesignated some of these letters because I think we've all seen the old ones so many times. Also, I think these changes could be more interesting for Billy in particular. Mind you not All of these are different, just some.
Enjoy
A- Aftercare (What is he like right after sex?)
Billy is attentive. He knows how rough he can be so after he's calmed down, he takes care to make sure you're okay. This can look like verbal check ins or bringing you water and towels. He'll make sure you're safe and comfortable.
B- Body Count
Billy gets around. He stopped counting after 30.
C- Cum
Billy likes it inside you. Rather that be your mouth or elsewhere, he likes the idea of the essence of himself being in you. On your chest is a close second.
D- Dirty Talk
Billy is big on dirty talk. He gets really into it and can't help telling you how good you feel and giving orders (stroke that c*ck, baby). He has no problem telling you what he plans to do to you.
E- Easy (Does he play hard to get?)
Billy is usually easy. The only exception is if you're desperate. Then, he'll tease you, making you beg and tell him how badly you want him.
F- Fight
Arguments with Billy don't typically turn into sex, believe it or not. When he's actually angry, Billy doesn't feel safe, and if he doesn't feel safe he's not getting aroused. He's much more likely to say something to embarrass you and then storm off.
G- "Good Girl"
Sex being one of the few times he can be openly affectionate, Billy showers you with praise. He's a big fan of telling you what you're good at, how nice you taste, how good you're doing. Etc.
He likes when you tell him how he's making you feel, and he LOVES to hear you say you're all his.
H- Hickey
YES, he loves giving you hickeys, all over your body but especially in places where people can see them. When you give him a hickey he wears it like a badge of honor. (Side note, this just gave me an idea for a story 😘)
I- Intimacy
Billy really enjoys intimacy and feeling loved by you, he just has trouble verbalizing it. He expresses love physically, he wants to touch and kiss and fondle you to show his affections. He's also slower to anger with you and will show up around you.
You know how cats pretend they don't care about you and then just "happen" to be in the same room as you all the time? Yeah, that's Billy. He just happens to show up to parties you're attending, even parties you're throwing that he wasn't invited to.
He crashed a wedding you attended because he heard you didn't have a plus one.
J- Jealous
Does it even need to be said? Billy will get jealous if your gaze lingers on a poster too long. He's a walking nightmare to any guy who looks your way. He's your scary dog privilege.
When he gets jealous there's a 50/50 chance that he's just as mad at you as the other person. Sometimes he views you as too innocent to notice other people lusting after you. At other times he accuses you of having a wandering eye.
It takes a long time to talk him out of his jealousy, but it always comes back to reminding him that he's good enough and you aren't going anywhere. After a jealous episode he's usually feeling vulnerable. Kisses help.
K- Kick (Something he's always kicking himself for)
Billy regrets the times you've seen him lose control of his anger. He wishes he could've been better when you met so you didn't have to see any of that and he could've avoided hurting you. Now that he's growing he just wishes he could've been a better man for you in the beginning.
L- Location
Billy is fond of car sex. He likes to get you in the backseat and put down a towel to protect the seats. He also likes to get you alone at a party with the music to cover the sounds.
M- Motivation
Billy gets turned on easily. He loves when you try to flirt with him, even if you're bad at it. If you're bad at it then he just teases you about your crumby game and watches you get flustered which he finds extremely cute.
He loves you in skirts and halter tops. He loves seeing you naked in his leather jacket. He'll pretty much f*ck you at the drop of a hat.
N- No
No scat, no golden showers, no sounding.
O- Oral
Billy is a big fan. BIG BIG fan of oral, both giving and receiving. In a way he's more proud of his skills with his tongue than with his stick. In a way it feels like more of an accomplishment to know how to use just your mouth and fingers to get someone off.
P- Position
His favorite position is cowgirl, believe it or not. (More on this later) A close second is having you flat on your stomach. He likes to have you like that with an arm around your neck, mostly because it quickly overwhelms you and he loves seeing you like that.
Q- Quickie
Billy is down for a quickie in theory. In practice he's more likely to just make you late to wherever you're supposed to be.
R- Risk
Billy likes a healthy level of risk. Like I mentioned he likes having sex at parties, but he'll also sneak into a bar or restaurant bathroom with you. Back row at a movie theater is a fun one.
S- Sloppy
Billy gets sloppy sometimes, maybe if he's drunk. He likes fingering you when you're really wet.
T- Time
Billy likes sex pretty much whenever, but his FAVORITE time is the middle of the night. If you find yourself up late with him you're going to get your cheeks clapped. This is also true if he wakes up in the middle of the night. And don't let there be a thunderstorm, Lord help you.
U- Unfair
Billy likes to tease you, fluster you, overwhelm you, make you say please, make you say exactly what you want before he gives it to you. Jerk.
V- Volume
Billy isn't shy about his sounds, he'll let you and the people next door know how he's feeling.
W- Weakness
When you ride him he falls to pieces, (see, told you we'd come back to it.) particularly when you get up on your feet and squat down on him. Combine that with a hand around his throat and he's done for.
X- Xenial (Is he hospitable?)
Billy wants you to feel safe and comfortable when you're with him. At first, he doesn't know how to go about it besides having stereotypical "girl" stuff around.
He also mistakes looking out for you and "keeping you safe" for being bossy. He'll try to tell you who to hang out with, how much to drink, and where to go because he wants to take care of you. Needless to say this causes problems.
At the end of the day, if you need anything all you have to do is ask.
Y- Yearning
Billy has a high sex drive, but it doesn't have to be penetration every time. He likes all kinds of sexual behavior and will thoroughly enjoy it every time.
Z- Zone
Billy wants above all else to just share space with you. It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, as long as you're safe and happy it's the perfect place for him.
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summary this newfound obsession was sparked by complete accident, but now that the cat's out of the bag, there's no stopping it.
warnings smut, pwp, no plot, m receiving, oral, rimming, teasing, fingering, hole play, shameless needy needy boy
word count 869
note brainrot that's been rotting for a while and i wanted you to share it with me. this fic will be gender-neutral and only feature x reader pronouns of "you/your" as the fic is centered on billy and will have no major descriptors of the reader's body. have fun my fellow gremlins. 😌 maybe i should make this part 1 and then make a part 2????
"More.... more," he groaned through heavy pants, hips rolling in time with each bob of your head. He was making it difficult with every reflexive thrust shoving his cock deeper down your throat until you gagged and choked.
This wasn't working for you as you pulled off for the third time to cough and breathe.
"Don't stop," Billy pouted, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. "I can't breathe genius," you complained with a hand on your throat. He smirked, falling back against the mattress, "Not my fault," he mused.
"You gonna finish me or what?" Billy asked impatiently, a knee crooking upward. You huffed, crossing and then uncrossing your arms over your chest. You were anything but a quitter. He licked his lips with a pleased smile, hips wiggling to meet you as you stretched back out along the mattress.
Determined not to tap out this time, you wrapped a hand around his base in a tight grip making him tilt his head back with a groan. Spit-slicking his cock you worked him back to full attention. "God just like that!" he hummed appreciatively as his legs splayed open for you.
You swallowed him down, your hand following your lips in rhythm. Up down, up down. "Fuck baby...!" he drawled, a loose hand wandering over your head. "More. Ughhh. More!" You spared a glance up at him. He was already lost in it, more wouldn't make much difference, but you didn't want to disappoint. Didn't want him to leave with that smug-ass look on his face.
Licking a flat stripe up his length, you pulled away, thumb rubbing in pressured circles against the hardened member as you traced your way down with your other free hand. With wet popping kisses your mouth traveled from his inner thigh to his taint, moving up to nuzzle the soft runched skin of his sac. His hips bucked as you licked and suckled him, your lips wrapping around one ball, tongue gently pulling him in. Billy was gone, quickly growing limp and pliant under your grasp as you backed off with a wet pop, treating its twin to the same.
Thoroughly wet, you plucked at his sensitive skin, small gasps falling from his open lips. His voice was going hoarse, cracking from strain and use.
You wanted to wring every single noise possible from his lungs as you pinned his cock flat to his torso with your palm, lifting him so you could taste him further. Licking down his sac you hooked your tongue, gliding it along his underside, a great bodily shudder rewarding you.
"More... 'm so close," he whined, thighs clenching.
You couldn't help but smile, as you dragged your tongue down his midline, pulling back and spitting only to smear it across his taint. He whined loudly, hips rutting helplessly against your hand.
Obliging him, you wrapped your occupying hand around his cock. The crown was covered in precum, which you generously used. Slowly gliding your thumb back and forth across his slit.
Your tongue was graduating lower, swiping and wagging further with each breath. Billy was shaking as his hips strained forward to accommodate you, his spine curling.
"Wanna stop?" you asked. "More," he panted as he pulled his legs up against his sides.
His hole was tight, just looking at it made you ache and throb. Reaching out, you lightly pressed a thumb to it in greeting. Billy responded in a low, broken moan that made your spine tingle. Retracting your hand, you lowered yourself back down and placed chaste kisses on each of his ass cheeks. In a broad-reaching swipe, you placed your first lick.
"Fuuuuuuck," he droned, his toes curling. Pulling back, you watched his hole clench and flex from your touch. It was making you hungry for him.
Abandoning your grasp on his cock, you spread him, your index finger lightly prodding his puckered hole. "Ooooh, oh!" Billy whimpered, adjusting to grab his dick and take your place. Dipping your tongue, you lapped at his hole. Delving deep with each thrust of your tongue, you pried him open, the taught muscle throbbing on your tastebuds.
"–m gonna cum!" he warned, voice breaking. But you didn't care as you maintained your pace and opened his hole. Wetting him down, you slipped a finger inside, gently setting up a pace as you kept lapping him up, loudly squelching and smacking your lips against his damp skin.
"Fuck, I'ma –!" he cut off, as his body seized up beneath you, his hips faltering as his hand pumped his swollen cock to completion. Thick spurts of cum shot from his dick as he whined, his hips struggling in your grasp. Your tongue riding him through the crescendo.
"Ah! Ah, aaaahhhh! Too much! T'much!" He whimpered, as you slowed your pace, slowly backing your finger out of his hole. As you licked him one final time, he let out a droning cry before letting his legs down. His chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
"More?" you asked with a smirk, climbing up to face him. He opened one eye to peer at you but said nothing. Instead, he rolled into your arms and closed his eyes.
summary your relationship with billy has taken its largest step by far but in the grander scheme of things, that never seems to mean much. he leaves far too quickly after your first night together leaving you questioning his intentions. and now he's got questions about yours as well. in a last-ditch effort billy brings you over to his house to iron things out, but things go awry. will things ever go well for the two of you? or are you just as star-crossed as those teens shakespeare wrote about?
warnings references to past sexual assault, chronic abuse/homelife situation, cursing, trauma response behavior, angst, relationship drama, smut, fluff, problematic parents, whump, hurt/comfort
word count 5,309
note this one has been in drafts for quite some time but i hadn't been able to get it out until now due to my schedule and the school year. hope you guys enjoy it!
Inspired by Billy Squier’s She’s A Runner
Part Six / Part Seven
As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Billy didn't stay long, leaving shortly after you both had gotten dressed. He kissed you briefly before walking out the door with a fresh cigarette twirling between his fingers.
You slept poorly that night, tossing and turning before admitting defeat, your eyes glowering at the ceiling.
He left so fast... was that all he wanted? Is that all this is?
You groaned, knocking yourself thickly on the forehead with a fist. You shouldn't think like that.
"He's a man... that's all they ever want! They only ever want one thing!" Your mother's voice rang through your head.
What else are damaged goods, good for?
The thought sat bitterly at the front of your mind as you rolled to the other side of the mattress, roughly kneading the lump in your pillow.
When you arrived at school that morning, a lump formed in your throat when you saw Billy's car. It was stupid, really. You felt foolish but kept driving and parked by Allison Krupp's Volkswagen. How were you going to face him in class?
Entering the building, you headed to your locker hoping that Billy would be elsewhere.
"Hey," a familiar voice sounded, startling you, the book dropping from your hands. You whipped around to face him, your voice tense. "Hey... morning."
Billy looked at you suspiciously and then at the book on the floor. "You ok?" he asked, leaning down and getting it for you.
You nodded strongly, "Yeah, I'm good."
He wasn't convinced, his hand lingering over yours as he handed the book over. "You sure?" he pressed.
You took your book, placing it in your backpack, and shouldering it. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" you lied, a half-hearted smile creasing your lips.
He was about to answer when the bell rang. A wave of relief rushing through your features.
"Class," you stated dumbly, pointing at the ceiling before turning on your heels and walking away quickly. Billy stood a moment in the hall watching you, his brow wrinkling in worry before he followed you into the classroom.
Settling into your seats, you could feel his eyes on you, making you shiver. You pulled out your notebook, loudly flipping through the pages, attempting to distract yourself.
The whole period he kept looking over, with you catching him turning his head out of the corner of your eye. You didn't want to look at him. Didn't want him to read you like the ridiculous open book that you were. Your face would betray you if he caught you.
And you weren't ready for that.
Today was going to end badly, you were certain of it. But you would be damned if you helped yourself to that conclusion any faster than necessary.
The period bell rang and you skittered away, ignoring his calls after you.
"Y/N, hey! Where're you going!?"
The rest of the day was no better. You had barely started eating when Billy began walking toward you in the cafeteria at lunchtime. You panicked, picked up your tray, and prematurely dumped it before running to hide in the girl's bathroom.
He's gonna do it. You're such an idiot. He's gonna leave you.
When Chemistry finally came around, he caught you, seating himself in the lab chair next to yours. You peeked over at him but said nothing. You were boxed in. He finally had you.
"Wanna tell me what's going on?" he sniffed in irritation as you looked straight ahead. "Nothing." you lied quickly.
Sarah Lindsor waved at you as she came through the door, maybe she'd save you? Grabbing your bag, you rose from your seat to join her, but a hand wrapped around your wrist, locking you in place.
You looked back at him testily, before sinking back down into your chair. He leaned in, speaking barely above a whisper. "You're jerking me around, and I'm gonna find out why," he growled low, his hand dropping its hold on you.
You shivered, pulling your hand back into your lap. "You already know why..." you muttered under your breath as Ms. Decker began taking role.
It was suddenly becoming too much for you. The inevitable was right beside you and waiting. You couldn't take it any longer and snatched up your backpack, running from the room. The other students mumbled in disbelief looking at Billy suspiciously.
"Billy, what did you say to her?" Ms. Decker chastised him. He quickly followed you out the door, ignoring the teacher's call, "Billy, get back here!"
You hastily tossed open your locker and shoved what you needed into your backpack, peering around the metal door. Billy was watching you with keen eyes as he stomped down the hall towards you.
"I don't wanna talk about it," you warned, voice fracturing. "About what?" Billy pushed, his temper beginning to surface. He was close on your heels as you slammed your locker closed and tried to break for the school exits.
You had barely squeezed yourself through the first set of doors into the breezeway before he stopped you, wrapping you up in his arms. "Y/N stop running!" he huffed aggressively, his breath starting to shorten with all the games you'd been playing.
You froze in his arms, unable to fight, your brain too slow to process.
Run you, idiot! He's gonna do it! He's gonna say it! Fucking run!
You nearly buckled, your shoulders heaving as you began to sob in his hold. Tears poured from your eyes, as the weight of the day's stress finally surged through you; the levies failing. "It's over isn't it?"
Billy tensed up, "What?"
Flipping you over in his grasp, he turned you to face him, "What the hell're you talking about?" He asked, his voice thick with annoyance.
"It's over...!" you hiccuped, "That's what's going to happen, huh?" you sobbed.
Billy searched your face, "Are you fucking serious?" You couldn't tell if he was more hurt or angry with you at that moment.
"Because you left... and that's what happens," you reasoned, "it ends..."
"Jesus...," Billy moaned, "you're such an idiot sometimes," He shook you lightly by the arms, and you immediately snapped a glare up at him.
"Am not!" you retorted, fidgeting in his grasp, "You're gonna do it!" you accused him.
Billy rolled his eyes dramatically, letting go of you. He pushed passed you, walking out the school doors toward the parking lot. Pulling the cigarette carton from his jacket breast pocket, he tapped out one cancer stick and the lighter with it. Striking up, he took a deep inhale as you followed him out.
"I wasn't..." he stated, exhaling a thick plume of smoke. "Did you want me to?" He looked over at you with what seemed to be a brief specter of hesitation before quickly looking away.
You sniffled loudly, wiping your nose against the back of your sleeve, "No... but –!"
"Then I won't," he cut you short, walking towards the rows of cars. You exhaled fragilely, calm uneasily resettling over your frame as you followed behind him. "O-ok..." you reasoned, weakly. "I kinda overreacted, huh?"
Billy ignored the question as he unlocked the camaro, he was suddenly preoccupied with clearing out the backseat. Wondering if he was going to offer you a make-up session, he cut your thoughts short. "You should come over," he stated to the open air, taking another deep inhale, the taught irritation now waning from his voice.
"Really?" you brightened, a small smile growing on your lips. Billy nodded like it was nothing, tucking the cig between his lips as he rolled back his jacket sleeve to check the time, the end-of-day bell was ringing.
"Just come home with me," he added, nodding his head toward the camaro as you both watched your classmates pour out of the building.
"Billy I gotta get Petey home first..." you motioned towards your own car.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance, flipping the cuff of his jacket back over and fastening it. "Can't that brat walk?"
"Course he can," you said, folding your arms. "But the last time I made him walk, he ratted me out. I didn't hear the end of it for two whole months," you emphasized painfully.
He chewed on the filter in thought for a moment, "I'll pick you up then."
Coming to stand beside him, you wiped your eyes, the drying saline trails on your face beginning to itch. "Are you sure you don't just want to hang at mine? That's always easy," you offered.
"No," Billy shook his head, taking a deep drag, the cigarette growing short as he held up a new one to its dwindling embers for ignition. "B'sides. You're gonna need to get familiar with my bed at some point..." He looked over at you slyly, lips upturned with delight.
Your cheeks reddened, as the comment struck you. "Christ, Billy! It hasn't even been a week!" You gave him a light shove. Billy clicked his tongue with indifference, his shoulders shrugging off your weak assault. "So?"
You didn't have a good comeback, as you sheepishly rubbed your arm and dropped your eyes to your shoes. Billy chuckled triumphantly, "You wanna?" Your answer lodged itself in your throat as you looked up at him.
Max was zipping her way down the road toward the pair of you on her skateboard. Petey was not far off behind, some sort of bulky school project in his arms. You were sure you'd hear about it in just a few minutes' time. "Won't Max be home with you?" You asked bashfully.
Billy flicked his head with an uncaring shrug, "Maybe. She's been going with those loser friends of hers to the arcade a lot lately." Sliding a hand around your waist, he drew you in as each of your siblings approached. "You can always pretend she's not there..." he drawled, dipping his head down and kissing you.
"Gross!" Max and Petey spat in unison as they arrived.
You held the kiss two beats longer than it probably should have been, your stomach fluttering as he pulled away, blue eyes closely watching yours through heavy lashes. "I'll get you in half an hour," he concluded, kissing you once more to audible protests from both of your siblings.
"Y/N come on!" "Really Billy!?"
Parting ways, you drove home with Petey groaning all the way about the scars you had caused him. "My eyes! I'll never be able to unsee it!" he whined as you pulled into your driveway. You huffed, engaging the emergency brake and turning off the engine.
"For hell's sake Petey, will you give it a rest already? Not like I won't be suffering when you're sucking some girl's face off in another two years..." You moaned, the both of you getting out of the car.
Petey whipped his head around, a blush blooming across his freckled face. "That's never gonna happen!" he promised. "Yeah... right." you mused sarcastically, as you helped him pull the monstrosity of a box he brought home from the trunk of your car. The science fair was approaching, and Petey was going big on ambition this year.
Handing Petey your keys, you let him unlock the front door as you two brought everything inside. "Petes... what is all this stuff anyways?" you huffed, unloading the box onto the table, casually fishing a random cut of PVC pipe out. Your brother looked at you warily, "It's top secret..." he stated, snatching the plastic out of your hand. "Mr. Clarke is helping me. We're going to State this year," he concluded proudly as he arranged some of the disorganized pieces together.
"Uh... huh." You said with the blandest of interest. "Just don't let Mr. Clarke do all the heavy lifting." The doorbell rang before you could make an even snider comment, saving Petey's ego.
Opening the door, you smiled. Billy was casually waiting, leaning on the doorframe, an arm raised beside his head. "You ready?" he asked, charmingly. "Yeah," You nodded happily, calling over your shoulder, "Be back later, ok?!"
"Yeah, whatever," Petey dismissed loudly. Pulling the door behind you, you poked your head in one last time, before locking it. "Oh, and don't touch the Krazy Glue until I get back. Capiche?" You pointed a knowing finger at your brother. He threw his hands up in defeat, "Sheesh, alright! Leave already!"
Heading down the front steps, you headed for the camaro, Billy opening the passenger door for you. "What's your brother up to?" he asked casually, helping you into your seat. "It's some secret nerd scheme to get him to the State competitions of this year's science fair," you replied. Billy nodded, closing your door and coming around to his own.
"His solar-powered battery wasn't good enough last year to beat some girl from Terre Haute. So now he's out for blood..." you concluded, clicking your seatbelt. Billy laughed, "Is it really that serious?" You looked at him with mockingly wide eyes, "Are you questioning the importance of bragging rights and a huge-ass ribbon?" Billy chuckled, keying the ignition. "Really? Not even a cash prize?" You shook your head, "I think they might get a restaurant voucher or something... the real money's for the high schoolers. Scholarship stuff..."
Tossing an arm behind your headrest, he turned to look and backed down the driveway. Pausing to shift, Billy leaned in and stole a kiss.
The drive was short and sweet. Billy had a cassette in, the volume cranked high, and the windows rolled down as you made the five-block ride to his house. You had the sense he didn't want to talk, his grip on the steering wheel was tight.
Pulling in front of 4819 Cherry Lane, Billy killed the engine.
His gaze was fixed on the front door as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, lost in thought. "Is everything alright?" you asked, watching him curiously from your seat.
He looked over at you hesitantly, "Yeah, why?" he nodded, before getting out of the car. "I dunno," you reasoned, exiting and following him from the curb to the front porch.
His hands fumbled with the keys, trying to find the correct one as he cursed under his breath. The key stuck, unbudging in the keyhole, jamming up. Rocking back and forth on your heels, you busied yourself looking out at the hushed street, not wanting to breathe down his neck.
The deadbolt clicked out of place, a relieved mumble of "finally," leaving him as Billy opened the front door. Holding it wide for you, he stood aside. "Welcome to my hacienda..." he said in a sarcastic tone.
Stepping over the threshold, you smiled politely. "Thanks." Your eyes wandered over the simple furniture in the living room as he shut the door behind you. The room contained a large, grey corduroy sofa set against the left wall. Along the house's front wall was a pair of matching pink pinstriped armchairs, an end table in between them, and a cream-pink lamp on its top. The tropical-print curtains and the green-painted brick fireplace depicted the whole room as one large, clashing, still-life picture.
"Gimme a sec," Billy said, leaving you by the door as he walked off toward what appeared to be the dining room, disappearing. Reappearing briefly, he crossed from one end of the back room to the other, looking out the window. "Billy?" You called.
"Yeah." He answered, coming back through the house to you. "What?" He was acting strangely, his shoulders tense. His eyes weren't on you. They were unfocused, flitting from one part of the house to the next every few seconds.
Rubbing his hands up the lengths of your arms, he gave you a hard-pressed smile. "You wanna take off your jacket?" he asked. You arched an eyebrow, "Billy." He looked at you awkwardly, leaning in, he kissed your jaw. Trailing his lips across your cheek, he encased your lips with his.
"Bi-mmy!" you mumbled in protest. "Mhm?" Billy asked, slyness slipping into his tone. Your mind was blanking on what you were trying to ask.
"What? What is it?" Billy asked, nipping at your lower lip goading you. You whined as he pulled away, your eyelids heavy as your gaze locked on his. "I... Are you...?" Billy chuckled as you stumbled over your words.
Licking his lips, he watched your lust-blown expression. "You got it bad... Real bad," he teased you, thumb swiping across your lip as he cupped your face in his hand. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.
"You want me, Baby?" He asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, breathing deep, as a shiver ran down your spine. You wanted him. All of him, that very second. "How bad?" he asked.
You looked up at him, blue eyes staring at yours. Watching. You didn't answer, already beginning to lose yourself. Billy's hand gripped you lightly by the cheeks, shaking you. "How badly, Baby?" He laughed, watching your eyes widen in surprise and resettle as you came back down to earth.
"Reawwy bad," you puffed out between pinched cheeks. Loosening his grip, his hand lowered off your face, lingering around your collarbone, his index and forefinger tickling at your skin. He eyed you up and down, pausing before locking eyes with you again.
"Wanna fuck me?" he flirted, lips parted in anticipation. You nodded thickly as Billy cocked an eyebrow. "Say it like y-" You cut him off, lunging and kissing him roughly. He responded, shoving you against the front door with a loud thud. His grip was fixed snugly around your neck as his other hand drew you in by the waist.
Your fingers dug into him, nails tugging harshly at his cotton-clad torso, making the threads creak. Billy groaned out a loud moan of appreciation. You wanted him and he knew it. It felt damn good to be wanted as his hand pulled you by the neck deeper into the kiss.
He was rutting against you, his hips grinding in evenly-paced undulations. Rising and falling. Opposite in rhythm to the hurried breaths between wrestled kisses, driving up the desire in both your bellies. His tongue bullied its way into your mouth, tasting every proclaimed whimper you had. His deft hands crawled beneath your shirt, exposing soft skin to the open air as he continued this assault. Your jaw was beginning to tire, but you weren't about to give up when you knew this was only the beginning.
"Billy?!"
The sound of a door opening near the back of the house brought everything to a screeching halt. Billy reflexively took his hands off you, immediately taking a full step back.
"Billy, where the hell are you?! Are you deaf?" The man's voice grew louder as he entered further into the house. Gruff and demanding.
You peered around Billy's shoulder, the man's shadow beginning to form across the wood floor.
"Dammit Billy, I know you're home!"
Billy shoved you back in front of him, blocking your view. "Just a minute!" Billy shouted. His posture was rigid, stiffer than a board. You were about to speak when he cut you off, his hand over your mouth. "Outside. I'll meet you at the car," he whispered harshly.
Stepping backward with you in his hold, Billy wrenched the front door open and pushed you out. "But -!" You protested. "Wait by the car!" He urged, before walking out of sight back into the house.
You hurried out to the camaro. You didn't like this. Something about the way Billy looked seemed off. The way he had been acting since he brought you over seemed odd. You really didn't like this. But Billy told you to wait, and you didn't want to make him mad.
So you waited.
And you waited.
You swore you'd been waiting ten minutes. The front door was ajar, but Billy still wasn't coming. This didn't feel right.
Looking around at the quiet neighborhood, you weighed your options.
He said wait by the car. I know, I know, I know! But something's wrong! I can feel it!
Stamping your foot, you made your decision.
Dammit, let him be mad at me.
Approaching the house, noises hit your ears. Three thuds and the muffled sound of an argument. You froze, a cold chill running down your spine. Something was wrong.
As you crept up the steps, the man's voice leeched out onto the porch. Your heart was pounding. Thundering so strongly that your skin was rippling with each rapid beat.
"Think you run this house? Huh?!" The man demanded. "Dad, I though-" Billy pled. He let out a choked yelp, falling quiet as he hit the floor.
Peering in, you pushed the door open, tears catching at the corners of your eyes.
Billy was crouched against the wall opposite the front door. He was attempting to pull in on himself, his arms covering his face. Above him, the man stood, belt clenched in his fist.
Your eyes widened in sheer panic as the man's arm drew back, belt raised high. You crossed the threshold without thinking.
"You never think Billy, you just do. Stupid things. All the time." He spat.
The belt was coming down. Billy ducked his head, wrapping his arms around himself as best he could.
CRASH!
The belt and the man dropped to the floor in a sudden collapse.
Billy looked up, his tear-stained face meeting yours in absolute shock. The silence in the room was deafening as you stared at one another.
Breathless, your shoulders heaving, you dropped the shattered remnants of the lamp. Petal-pink ceramic shattered all over the floor.
Billy was trembling as he pushed himself to stand against the wall. "We... we gotta get the fuck outta here." His voice was trembling. You didn't answer, your gaze on the man splayed out on the floor. A large wound on his head was steadily weeping, dripping onto the floor.
Billy grabbed you roughly by the shoulder, making you wince. "Y/N?!" You looked up at him, speechless. How could you even say anything?
Billy went to grab your hand, and you grimaced, pulling back. Grabbing your hand, he looked at your right palm, a lengthy gash spanned the length of your hand. "Fucking Christ," Billy cursed, leaving the room.
Returning, he shoved a white undershirt into your grasp. "Here. We gotta go," he pressed, wrapping a hand around your wrist and pulling you out the front door.
He dragged you down the sidewalk and nearly threw you into the car as he started the engine and flew off down the street. Wrapping the shirt around your hand, you half-hazardly buckled yourself in as Billy made a sharp turn out of the neighborhood, the tires screeching burnt rubber thick in the air.
The camaro's engine revved, doubling down as it picked up speed. The world outside was blurring by too fast. "Billy," you looked over at him cautiously. His gaze was glassy and unfocused, his mouth set in a hard line, his face unreadable. He took another sharp turn. He was driving so fast you couldn't tell where you were.
"Billy, slow down, you're scaring me," your voice sounded distant and quiet. Not like yours at all. Billy's grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles were turning white. His brows knitted together as he inhaled deeply, "Why the hell did you do that?" His voice was biting, a sharp cutting slice through the camaro's silent atmosphere. "Billy, please...," you pled as your hand gripped the door's handle, "slow down."
The camaro lurched as Billy's foot pushed the accelerator to the floor, the car straining to accommodate. "Tell me..." he warned, his voice was flat and uncaring. He wouldn't look at you, as he wrenched the steering wheel harshly. "Billy, please! You're scaring me!" His face was red, eyes tear-stained, as he sniffed back a sob and made a hairpin turn off the paved roads of Hawkins towards the Quarry. "WHY!?!" he barked. You jumped, tears were forming in your eyes.
The car veered onto the road's shoulder as he glared down on you, demanding your answer. "Jesus, Billy! Watch the road!" You begged, grabbing onto the steering wheel, and pushing it in the opposite direction. Billy swatted your hands away, swerving the car to correct, the camaro jumping as it hit a wallow in the gravel road. "–I ...." you swallowed, your heart was pounding so loudly you could hear it. "I couldn't just let him do that to you!" you concluded. Billy downshifted, missing the turnoff and sending the car into a spin. "Not your fuckin' business," he spat at you, as he overcorrected fishtailing onto the road up the Quarry bend.
You looked at him with wide eyes, "Billy he could've killed you!" Billy lolled his head over to look at you, before tossing his head back laughing maniacally. It was horrendous and obnoxious. "Billy, this is serious!" you pressed. He fixed his eyes back on the road, "Yah?" He mocked, "Well maybe he should've this time." Tears were falling from your eyes at this point. Did Billy really believe that? That just wasn't possible in your mind.
"Don't say that!" your voice was quivering in emotion. "I don't want your fucking pity Y/N," Billy ground out. You couldn't believe what your ears were hearing. Your own temper was rising. Emotions flooded through every pore of your being. "It's not pity," you bit back. "The fuck it's not," Billy replied.
"It's cuz I love you, jackass!" you yelled, your foot kicking the floorboard in frustration. "Stop the damn car! You're gonna kill us!" He slammed the brakes, both of you lurching forward and straining against your seatbelts. Crossing your arms, you turned away from him sniffling. You didn't catch the astonished look on his face. The way it melted through the tension in his body and settled deep into his chest as he looked at you. He was truly shocked.
"Take me home," you mumbled at the door after a long silence. Billy said nothing but started the engine.
The drive was wordless, only interrupted when Billy occasionally cleared his throat or you sniffed as the tears dried. Pulling up to your house, you sat up straight. Both you and Billy swore. "Shit."
Your mother was in the driveway, staring at you.
Slamming shut the passenger door to her station wagon, she pointed at you and then pointed at the ground. Her voice was muffled by the distance but her mouth made the words clear. "Get out here. Now." You and Billy looked at each other solemnly. "You should go," Billy stated. You looked at your mother's waiting face, "just give me a minute ok? Don't go anywhere?" Billy raised an eyebrow, "Why?" You squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Just, please?" He looked at your mother, and then at you before nodding. "Ok."
Getting out of the camaro, you walked up the driveway to your mother, your head dipped low. "Hey, mom." She didn't even greet you, "Y/N, what did I say about that boy?" You looked up at her from the corner of your eye, hands behind your back. "Mom... I –" She cut you off, pointing a finger at the camaro, "I told you I never wanted to see that boy at this house ever again." "Mom! I told you he's not like that!" arguing back you gestured, forgetting about your hand. Your mother noticed right away, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling your hand to eye level. The undershirt had stained through. "What is this?" your mother asked, waving your hand limply in front of your face. "Is this what he's getting you into?" "Mom it's complicated," you argued. "No, he didn't!" you pushed back, trying to pry yourself away.
She was dragging you up the driveway, "Not another word. Inside." You dug your heels into the concrete, "Mom it wasn't him!" you begged, "Please, he needs help! Someone hurt him!" Your mother stopped, looking you hard in the eyes. "I was trying to stop them, Mom! I promise it wasn't him!" your voice cracked. "Please!"
She studied your face, then looked out at the camaro. "You sure?" You nodded furiously. "He'd never hurt me, Mom, please he needs help!" Your mother gave a deep resounding sigh. "Alright, bring him inside I'll see what I can do." She let you go and walked into the house.
You quickly ran down the driveway to the camaro, Billy's hand was on the ignition as you tapped on the window. Rolling down the window he looked at you hesitantly, "I should go," he stated, avoiding your eyes. You scoffed, "Billy where the hell're you gonna go?" He shifted his shoulders in a non-committal shrug, "–'ll figure something out. Always do." You reached into the car for the keys, falling halfway inside. "What the hell're you doing?!" Billy looked at you with amused bewilderment. "Get out of the car," you grunted, propping yourself upright, "you're staying here tonight." "She's gonna let me stay?" Billy asked. You started wiggling yourself back out of the window, "I'm gonna make her let you stay," you stated with conviction. Billy snorted, "Ok." "Now get out and come inside."
Coming into the house, your mother immediately seized Billy and hauled him to the bathroom. You sat on the living room couch, fiddling with the undershirt over your injured hand while you waited. You couldn't hear what was being said upstairs, but you could definitely tell that your mother was doing most of the talking. After a while, Billy finally came downstairs and quietly sat on the couch as your mother beckoned you to come up.
Shutting the bathroom door behind you, she cornered you against the counter. "I don't like this Y/N," your mother warned you as she grabbed your injured hand and began unwrapping your makeshift bandage. You winced as she plucked the fabric free from your palm and ripped open the drying wound. You gritted your teeth as the searing cold sting of rubbing alcohol washed over your hand, clouding your head. "I'm ok, Mom," you mumbled weakly. Your mother gently placed a medicated gauze pad on your palm as she started wrapping your hand. "Y/N... you need to stop seeing this boy." You looked at your mother with watery eyes, "I can't, Mom, I love him too much." Your mother's lip quivered, shifting from a stern expression to a sympathetic pout. "Honey, he's only going to hurt you in the end," she reasoned.
You shook your head, "He won't. I know it."
"I want you to be safe." "I am, Mom. I am."
You both returned downstairs, Billy standing as you came to rest by his side. "One night," your mother stated, pointing at the pair of you, "And absolutely no funny business you hear me?" You both agreed in unison under her accusatory gaze. "School in the morning. No excuses." You nodded and gave your mother a hug, following her to the front door. Before getting in her car, she yelled, "behave!" You nodded and waved from the doorway until she drove out of sight. Shutting the door, you leaned up against it and looked at Billy.
"What did my mom say to you?" you asked. Billy tilted his head thoughtfully and answered, "She said she'd cut my dick off if I ever touched you." Your face dropped into a concerned frown as his perked into a delighted smirk. "Billy, that's not funny," you chastised him. Prowling across the space, Billy closed the gap between you, "It is." "No, it isn't!" you whined, shoving on his shoulder as he boxed you in.
Leaning in, he tucked your hair behind your ear, "So.... what're we gonna do tonight?" Your face flushed as his hot breath washed over your skin. "Uh, movie night?" you asked coyly.
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Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove x Tommy Hagan x Steve Harrington
You're an outcast who gets dragged along to a party with your friend. When she ditches you, you catch the eyes of the three most popular boys in Hawkins High.
CW: Pure filth, gang bang, double penetration, Anal, some MxM thrown in there it's just very nasty and sexy and if there's a hole the keg boys are gonna put their dick in it. Mentions of drinking and drug use
You're an outcast who gets dragged along to a party with your friend. When she ditches you, you catch the eyes of the three most popular boys in Hawkins High.
CW: Pure filth, gang bang, double penetration, Anal, some MxM thrown in there it's just very nasty and sexy and if there's a hole the keg boys are gonna put their dick in it. Mentions of drinking and drug use
You were lost, stumbling blindly through a crowd of people as the music became too much for you. You weren't sure if you had ever been in a crowd this large before.
You hadn't even wanted to come, but Tina had convinced you. She had dressed you up in one of her dresses, styled your hair like her own and even covered your lips in the same color she did hers. By the time she was done, you looked more like her than you did yourself. You didn't even mind how she dressed herself, none of that bothered you, it just wasn't you.
You knew she was trying to win the eye of Billy Hargrove, Hawkins newest bad boy. She was convinced she would be the one to get him to settle down. You didn't dismiss her thoughts; you were a good friend and you supported her despite believing that there was no one that would tame the boy. You had heard enough stories to know it was useless.
Tina had left you at the corner of the wall, claiming she seen him as she drove into the pile of people. You were horrified, absolutely knowing no one else as you attempted to follow her like a lost puppy. You lost her in the trail of people, feeling your anxiety spike as everyone seemed to press against you.
You opened the nearest door towards you, heading down the basement stairs as the music droned on behind you. You just needed a minute, a minute to yourself to get fresh air and compose yourself before fighting your way back up.
You were surprised when you stepped down and seen three pairs of familiar eyes staring at you. You felt yourself freeze, you had obviously just interrupted their conversation at they all went quiet. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tightly gripped the knob on the staircase.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was down here." It felt hard to speak at first as you looked at Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove grinning at you. You had never been lucky enough to actually speak to them, just relying on the rumors and costless gossip you would overhear people saying. You knew Tina would've died at the moment if she had been the one to walk down here. You smugly thought that it served her right for leaving you so quickly.
"You're fine," Tommy's dark brown eyes raked over your body, and you felt yourself stiffening in defense. You were sure he was still dating the popular girl, Carol, "How are you liking the party?" His tone sounded kind enough, but you weren't very trustworthy. You crossed your arms over your chest as you spoke up again, suddenly wishing that you had just stayed upstairs. You weren't much for small talk.
"It's nice," You lied. You currently hated it but that was more so because your friend was willing to ditch you so easily, "I'm just not much of a partier." You shrugged your shoulders, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Why's that?" Billy's voice was gruff when he spoke, his eyes trailing over yours. You felt even more nervous under his gaze, not quite so used someone holding eye contact the way that he did. Your skin erupted into goosebumps.
"I don't know," You shrugged, fighting the urge to reach for the railing and drag yourself back up the stairs, "I just don't." You watched as Tommy lit a joint, taking a deep breath in before passing it to Steve.
"Wait," Steve spoke up as he took a drag from his joint and passed it to Tommy again, "I know you. We have Literature together, right?" He asked. You shifted uncomfortably, not liking how their eyes followed her. You shook your head.
"It's Chemistry but close enough." You forced a smile while they laughed like you had just said something hilarious. Billy nudged the back of Steve's head.
"Didn't think you had any brains in that pretty head of yours." Billy mocked Steve as he took the joint from Tommy, rather aggressively you thought. You were slowly trying to inch your way closer to the steps, wanting to retreat back to the party so you didn't intrude on their conversation any longer.
"Either did I," Steve laughed, looking at you while you shuffled, "Why don't you come over and join us?" Billy nodded his head, blowing smoke out as his blue eyes lingered over your chest.
"We won't bite." Tommy grinned, flashing you his warm brown eyes as he muttered something under his breath. You couldn't hear it but it caused the other two boys to crack up. Billy patted the cushion between him and Steve.
"Come on, have you smoked before?" You shook your head, feeling shy as their eyes bore into her. You felt like they were each waiting for you to mess something up and then dig their claws into you.
Your hand shook when Billy handed you the joint and you held it awkwardly between your fingers. He shifted it so you had a better grip on it, and you tried to pretend they weren't watching your every move.
"Just like that." Billy didn't give you any other bit of information as he leaned back against the couch, his arms outstretched as he watched you. You jumped when Steve's leg pushed under yours, his skin rubbing against you. You looked elsewhere to the floor as you noticed Tommy leaning in on his elbows to get a better look at you.
The thick smoke caught in the back of your throat as you leaned forward and coughed hard to clear your lungs. You could hear their laughter as Billy reached forward to take the joint from you. Your eyes were burning and watering as you struggled to regain your breathing.
"Well, you weren't supposed to do it like that." Tommy teased when you finally got a sense of your surroundings again. You forced a smile, unsure of what to say as you thought about an excuse of getting some water.
"Sorry." You muttered as you stared back down at your shoes and fidgeted with your fingers. You felt a jolt of electricity when Steve reached his large hand over and placed it over yours. You stared in your lap stunned, confused as to why someone as popular as Steve was holding your hand. You were a nobody.
"It's okay, no need to get so bashful," Steve leaned forward as he spoke, sitting even closer to you as his brown eyes examined you. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you nodded, "Do you know what the best part of a party is?" You assumed it was the drinking or the smoking but something in the way that he watched you made you think that it was something else entirely. You were all too aware of the other two boys staring you down as well while you shook your head no.
"It's the fucking," Billy leaned in close to you, his chin brushing against your shoulder as he spoke. You stiffened, feeling the warmth of his body against your back. You could feel your pulse in the side of your neck as you turned your head to looked at the golden boy. He blew another whiff of smoke out, catching the strong scent against your tongue, "Have you ever been fucked before?" You looked into his icy blue eyes, nodding hesitantly as they all waited for your reaction. He chuckled.
"Good," You heard Tommy speak but you were still too lost in Billy's blue eyes to draw your gaze away, "Makes things more fun." Now you were intrigued as you turned to look at Tommy's grinning face. Steve leaned in; his face so close to yours that you could make out the slight bump in his nose.
"What do you mean?" You sounded too innocent, too naive as you spoke, and they ate every little bit of that up. You swallowed again as Steve's hand rubbed your bare thigh. You could feel the urge to pull your legs together as you got more excited, feeling the wetness pooling into your damp panties.
"Sometimes it's not as fun with a virgin," Steve explained slowly like you were dumb, "You have to explain everything and it wastes a lot of time." You nodded but you weren't sure why. You still felt like you were in a haze.
"Do you want me to," You paused as you inhaled, trying to calm the nerves that were growing inside of you, "Do stuff with you guys?" You furrowed your eyebrows together, feeling like it was a dumb question to ask. The answer was fairly clear as Steve tilted his head towards you and grinned.
"We can kiss first," Steve offered as he pushed the hair away from your neck, "Get comfortable with one another. I won't bite." He added after a second, his eyes looking soft as they trailed from your face and down the curve of your body. You inhaled sharply.
"Okay," You mumbled, feeling a bit more sure of yourself as you turned to face him. You figured this would be the only time that so many popular boys would be interested in you, "I'd like that." You kept your eyes focused on Steve, afraid of what the other two boys were doing as they stared at you intensely.
Steve's fingers drifted along the curve of your shoulder as he moved in, his brown eyes warm and gentle as his mouth slowly began to move against yours. Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest before you kissed him in return, feeling your body beginning to light into flames.
You heard a soft whistle as Steve kissed you, his hands moving up to cup your boobs in his slender fingers. You breathed out harshly against his lips, your body feeling warm as you giggled against his mouth. He grinned, his brown eyes looking hazy as he stared up at you.
"Wanna taste," Billy mumbled as he traded the blunt for you. He pulled you easily onto his lap, his large muscles wrapping around your waist as you laughed freely. His lips were curled into a smile as he peered up at you, his blue eyes looking intense as he drank in the image of you, "So pretty." He mumbled as he pressed his thumb against your lips. Your heart was pounding roughly inside of your chest as you resisted the urge to grind your body down against his thick thigh.
"You too," You mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed as the two other boys laughed at your comment. Billy tilted his head in amusement, his fingers slowly dragging along the curve of your spine as he observed you, "Do you want to kiss me?" You asked, feeling nervous and unsure. Billy chuckled as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. He nodded his head, pressing down on your hips so you were moved closer to him.
He had an odd mixture of mint and cigarettes on his tongue, but it still made you moan as his lips moved against yours harshly. His fingertips dug into your skin, squeezing softly like he was trying to pull you closer to him. You tried to ignore the throbbing that was becoming more intense between your legs. Billy's thigh was rested snuggly between your thighs, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep from rubbing against him.
Billy's fingertips were rough as his tongue invaded your mouth, licking and sucking as he stole the air from your lungs. You were melting against his mouth, your hands moving down his chest as your clit began to cry from desperation. You couldn't help yourself as you slowly dragged your cunt along his thigh, moaning louder against his mouth as the pleasure trickled up your spine.
"What a slut," You felt humiliation burn inside of you as you listened to Tommy's words, "My turn." He mumbled, following Billy's lead as he easily lifted you from Billy's lap. You felt breathless, like you were high above the room as your heartbeat roughly against the side of your neck.
You were on Tommy's lap finally, his thick fingers curling around the back of your neck as he kissed you harshly. You moaned against his lips, feeling like your own were far too wet and swollen from being kissed too much.
You wished he'd move his hands down further, spread your legs and press his fingertips against your wet folds. You wanted to grind against his fingertips as he kissed you, wanting him to feel the way you moaned against his mouth.
His tongue slid in your mouth in a softer way than Billy's did. He licked at you slow and deep, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned again as your tongue bumped against his as you began to wonder what it would feel like against your clit. You squeezed your thighs together again.
"Okay," Steve sounded a little irritated as he spoke, "I wanna feel her mouth. send her back over here." He almost sounded desperate as Tommy pulled away from your lips. Tommy's dark eyes looked you over one more time before he was dropping you onto your knees. You looked over towards Steve curiously, watching as he spread his legs wide. Billy was watching in interest, a finger resting against his bottom lip. Your mind felt clearer than ever as you realized what Steve wanted.
Steve beckoned to you like a dog, making you crawl on your hands and knees while the other two guys watched and snickered. Tommy moved behind you slowly, watching the way your ass moved before he plopped down on the other side of Steve. You wondered how often they did this as you paused your movements in front of Steve's legs. You reached for his belt, slowly undoing it while you urged your hands to stop from shaking.
"Awe, poor little thing is nervous." Steve mocked as you pulled his belt through the loop of his jeans. You could feel your body lighting up from fire and warmth as the other two laughed. again.
"Give her something to suck on, that'll calm her down." Tommy retorted; his leg pressed up against Steve's as he watched you with warm brown eyes. Billy nodded in agreement, blowing out another puff of smoke as he licked his tongue across his teeth.
Steve shimmied his jeans down far enough, pulling himself from the band of his boxers as he pumped his hand across his long length. You stared for a moment, admiring how it was paler than the rest of his body and how long it was.
"Do you like it?" He teased by tapping the tip of his cock on your lips, rubbing precum across as he did so. You stared for a moment before finding the courage to speak.
"Yes," You were sure your heart was matching the beat of the loud drums coming from the music from upstairs. You were so nervous as he barely pushed his tip inside your parted lips and then pulled away, "Can I suck your cock?" You asked hesitantly as the three boys stared down at you. Steve grinned at you cockily, pretending to be thinking about it.
"Should I let her?" He turned to look at the two other boys. Tommy was nodding eagerly, looking at you like you were his next meal to devour. Billy didn't show any emotion, just staring deeply at you with his icy blue eyes.
"There's no one else around." He muttered out dryly as he continued to smoke. You tried not to let his comment bother you, but you did happen to stumble upon them by chance. You supposed he was right.
"I'll do a good job," You were nervous but spoke sweetly, doing your best to impress the three of them, "Please?" You begged sweetly, resisting the urge to reach out and take his cock in your hands anyways. Steve bit his bottom lip.
"I guess you can," He shifted back as he rested against the couch, "Go on." He moved his hands away, dropping them to his sides as his cock feel forward against the side of your face. You shifted your hands forward slowly, wrapping them around his base as you moved your hand up his length slowly. You glanced to his face, watching the lines of pleasure form over his features.
You found new confidence as you pumped him in his hand, darting your tongue along his tip to taste the precum that formed off of his red tip. He grunted softly, rolling his head back. Your eyes fluttered over as you watched Tommy palm himself, a smirk growing on his features when he realized you were. watching.
You stuck Steve's tip in your mouth, sucking softly on the warm hard as his precum soaked into your mouth. You liked the way he tased on your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and began to push him in deeper.
Your eyes flickered up again when you felt movement in the corner of your eyes. Tommy and Billy had both removed themselves from their jeans. Billy was lazily stroking himself while watching you, smoke pouring from his lips as he looked like he couldn't be too bothered by what was happening. On the other hand, Tommy looked a bit more desperate as he moved more frantically.
You stared at Tommy's cock. He was the first uncircumcised dick that you had seen before. It was more pink than the rest of his body and oh so thick that it made your mouth drool. Your eyes fluttered over towards Billy's. His was long and thick, a mixture of the two but still golden in his similar skin tone.
"Keep going," Steve snapped his fingers at you, drawing your attention back to him as you pumped him in your hand. You pushed your mouth around his tip again, sucking softly as you built up your rhythm again, "That's a good girl." He mumbled as he rested back down against the couch cushions. You felt movement flicker in your eyes as you looked up again, seeing Tommy reach across Steve's chest and take Billy's cock in his hand. Your mouth watered as you watched him pump the golden boy, drawing groans from his pink lips.
You hollowed your lips again, bobbing your head down his long length as his tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged, cupping his balls as you moved your mouth faster and slid your tongue around the veins of his cock.
You looked up again, watching how fast Tommy was stroking his and Billy's dick to the same movements of your mouth. You felt yourself moaning around Steve's length again and resisted the urge to move your hand between your legs and rub your clit. The tension was killing you, but you stayed focused on the task at hand.
Steve's hips jerked up, meeting your movements as he began to fuck your throat. Drool pooled down onto his dick and your hands as you tried to keep up with his rough movements. You gagged each time he hit the back of your throat. Your eyes were burning as you tried to keep the tears from spilling down your cheeks.
"Fuck," Steve cursed as he gripped the back of your head, pushing you down harshly on his cock as he filled your throat, "Oh shit." He panted out as he slowly let go of his grip, allowing you to pull up off of him. You swallowed the cum that shot down your throat, enjoying how he tasted as you looked up at him in awe. Tommy was smirking at you, his eyes lingering across your lips as he looked to be deep in thought.
His eyes were shut, still leaning against the cushions as the lines in his face were drawn in tight from his pleasure. You clenched your thighs together, trying to rut against them softly without the other boys noticing. It gave you temporary relief. Billy stood in the corner of your eye, but you were still feeling too prideful in what you had just accomplished.
You were surprised, Steve's cum dripping down your lips as you stared up at him with messy hair. You couldn't believe you had made the King of Hawkins High cum that easily. You felt a large hand gripping the base of your neck before you were forced to look up at Billy's smug face.
"I think she can do better than that, don't you guys?" He mocked as he tilted his head down to look at your swollen lips. His blue eyes searched yours before you nodded hastily, opening your mouth as he shoved two fingers inside.
"Let's see what's under that dress." Tommy bent down in front of you while you sucked on Billy's digits in your mouth. You could hear Steve sitting back down on the couch as the hem of your dress was pulled over your head. Billy removed his fingers from your mouth, helping Tommy remove it as it was tossed mindlessly across the room.
"Fuck, look at that." Your eyes snapped back to Steve, his tongue licking across his lips as he admired your body. You wanted to shut yourself away but didn't get the chance to as Tommy grabbed a hold of your hands to keep them to your sides as Billy worked on unsnapping your bra.
"Why would you hide all of this under all those layers?" Tommy muttered as he pulled your bra the rest of the way down. Billy's mouth moved to the crook of your neck, peppering kisses as Tommy's large hands cupped your boobs.
Your body felt as if it was in flames as the two boys played with your body, taking turns letting their hands wander and squeeze at your soft curves. Tommy’s fingers pressed against your nipples, pinching softly to gain soft moans from your lips.
“Feels nice,” You breathed out, your hips stuttering forward as Tommy pinched at your nipple again. The pleasure from the sensation traveled down your body, straight to your core as Billy’s fingertips brushed against your drenched hole, “Oh fuck.” You breathed out deeply, your eyelashes fluttering at the sensation.
“Such a whore,” Billy’s lips curled into a grin against your skin, his hot breath tickling against your skin, “How about you ride my cock? Give the boys a little show?” He suggested as his tongue brushed up the curve of your neck.
“Yeah,” You whispered out hotly as you turned to face him, “Want it so bad.” You whimpered, feeling more eager than you ever had before. Billy gripped your hips, pulling you back until you were sitting on his lap and his chest was brushing against your spine.
He spread your legs wide, exposing your dripping cunt to the other two boys. Tommy’s eyes lit up, watching you with complete interest while Steve moved to join him on the floor. His cock was beginning to harden again and you could feel your breath catching in your chest at the sudden realization of being watched.
“Mhm,” Billy lifted your hips easily with one hand, pulling you up while he pressed his fat tip against your wet hole, “Such a good girl.” He whispered softly, his nose brushing against yours as he slowly slid you onto his cock.
A whimper left your mouth, your eyebrows raising high on your forehead as the pleasure came over you. You whined lowly, your body growing even harder as Billy stretched your walls out. It slightly burned from how thick he was, but the pleasure of his fingertips dancing across your clit made it feel a bit better.
“How’s it feel?” Steve smirked, his brown eyes flickering over your body before he landed on the way Billy was slowly sliding in and out of your cunt, “Looks nice.” He mumbled softly as he brought his thumb down along your sensitive clit.
“Fuck,” You cried out, your hips stuttering as Billy continued to drag your body up and down the length of his cock. You whimpered at the stretch, at the feel of his veins and the curve of his cock as he continued to thrust up into you, “Oh God.” You breathed out in ecstasy, feeling like you would never feel this good again.
“She’s so tight,” Billy groaned as his teeth grazed across the curve of your neck, “So wet.” He whispered hotly in your ear, like it was a secret for only you to know. Tommy’s lips descended upon one of your knees, licking and kissing softly.
Your mind felt fuzzy as Billy continued to move you along his cock. You slowly rolled your hips, gasping at the way his cock pressed against your bundle of nerves. Your thighs were shaking, your clit throbbing as your cunt clamped down around his thick cock.
“Fuck,” Steve whispered harshly as he leaned forward to lick at your wet cunt. You whined at the sensation of his tongue pressed against your clit, the emphasis of his mouth nearly too much as Billy continued to roughly thrust his cock in and out of you, “Tastes so good.” He pulled away, his lips wet with your slick as he stared up at you.
“Let me taste,” Tommy murmured appreciatively as he leaned forward. You gaped, your body burning at the thought of Tommy’s tongue against your body too. Your mouth fell open in shock, your clit throbbing as you watched Tommy cup Steve’s face and pull him forward. You gaped loudly, squirming on Billy’s cock as Tommy licked your slick away from Steve’s lips, “S’nice.” He smirked in confirmation.
“Uh,” You moaned, craning your neck back as Billy jerked your head back towards him. You watched the concentrated look on his features, the way his eyebrows were knitted together tightly, “Oh God.” You moaned against, whimpered as Billy descended his lips upon yours again.
Your tongue clashed with his, mingling together as the pleasure inside of you rose. Your moans came out strangled and loud against his lips, your breath catching in your chest as his cock continued to his against your g-spot.
“That’s it,” Billy groaned as he dug his fingertips into your skin, moving you roughly against his cock. Your cheeks burned from how warm it suddenly felt, the muscles in your stomach clenching tightly as you squeezed around him, “So good, such a good whore.” He grumbled, his hips stuttering as he pressed into you.
“God,” Tommy groaned, keeping your legs spread wide as small squeaks of pleasure left your mouth. You were close, your climax pending as you tossed your head back in bliss, “So hot.” He spoke again as he brought his fingertips down against your clit.
“Fuck!” You squealed in bliss, your body shaking as the walls inside of you crumbled down in awe, “Oh fuck!” You came with a shrill cry, your knees threatening to snap together from the pleasure. Steve kept your legs at bay, his eyes glued to the way your pussy squeezed around Billy’s cock.
Billy huffed, snapping his hips forward as he clawed at your hips. He grumbled in awe, grinding his hips forward as he filled you with his thick cum. You rolled your hips in bliss, enjoying the sensation of being filled with his spunk.
“S’nice,” Billy spit out with a smirk, his large hands cupping your tits, “Did it feel good?” He grinned, looking quite pleased at the cock drunk expression that was written across your features. You nodded dully, your mind still feeling fuzzy as you stared at his pretty blue eyes.
"Look at you," Tommy mocked as he gripped your hips, pulling you off of Billy's cock as you protested, "Making a fucking mess on his cock. Clean it up." He commanded as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, turning you around to look up at the tanned boy who still looked very pleased. Your thighs were shaking as you turned, licking your slick off of Billy's cock. Your eyes fluttered shut as Tommy's hands smacked your soft flesh again.
"Who knew she was such a whore," Steve added as he pushed your legs further apart. You could feel Billy’s cum dripping down your legs as you pulled away from Billy's cock, a trail of spit connecting from your lips to the head of his cock, "Do you think she tastes good?"
"I don't think I can," You started to protest, shaking your head as Billy dragged your hips back towards him. He just laughed as he settled himself under you, "Too much." You whimpered when his warm tongue slide between your aching folds. You whimpered as the pleasure spread through you again. You rolled your hips again, suddenly feeling like you could go another round or two.
Steve patted your cheek softly, "Hey, hey we'll tell you when you've had enough," He smirked as he squeezed your cheeks together, making your lips pout as a moan crashed free. You could see in the corner of your eyes where Tommy had started to stroke his dick again, “You want this, don’t you?” You nodded, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of Billy exploring your hole with his tongue.
"Sorry." You breathed out as the pleasure overtook you again. Steve pried your lips open with his fingers before shoving his cock back inside of you. You moaned, trying to focus on bobbing your mouth as Billy's tongue raked across you.
"Look at that," Tommy breathed out as his hand smacked down on your ass hard, "How does she feel?" He grinned as he squeezed your flesh in his hands.
"So, fucking good." Steve groaned as you moaned around his length, acting like he hadn't just been in your mouth. Billy's tongue massaging your pussy in all the right ways that left you trying not to pry your legs together. It all felt so good, so overwhelming as they continued to take you higher and higher.
You turned back to look at them, a whine slipping free as Billy circled his tongue around your clit again, "Cum on her ass, Tommy," Steve demanded as his hand pumped the freckled boy's dick harshly. Your stomach clenched together at the sight, driving you closer to the edge when you heard Tommy curse.
You felt his thick globs of liquid coating over your backside. You were too focused on the way that Billy's hands dug into your hips and pulled you down further on his mouth. You were a moaning mess, gripping a hold of his blonde curls as you found yourself coming down around his tongue.
Billy licked you clean, swirling his tongue between your folds as he inhaled the taste of you. It took all of your strength to keep from falling face forward onto the floor. You heard laughing, then felt fingers spreading over the rim of your hole as they lubed you up with Tommy's cum.
You gaped, looking back at the mischievous smiles on Tommy and Steve's face. Billy squeezed your thighs, moving out from under you with disheveled hair and slick lips. You moaned again at the sight; he kept his eye contact with you as he licked his lips clean.
“Shit,” Tommy panted as he fell back onto his bottom. He had a dopey grin on his face as he motioned you forwards, his cock already beginning to stir again. Your clit felt far too sensitive, but something inside of you wanted more, “Greedy little whore.” Tommy grinned up at you as he positioned you over his thick thighs.
“S’lot,” You mumbled softly, grinding your hips forward at the sensation of Steve’s fingers pressing down between your other hole. He slowly slid the rest of Tommy’s cum inside, slickening you up as he positioned himself behind you, “God.”
Moans left your mouth as Tommy shoved his thick dick into your pussy as you sat on top of him. The motion knocked you backwards so that Steve's tip pushed past the rim of your hole. You gaped at the sudden sensation of the two boys filling you at once. You had never quite experienced such a sensation before.
"Oh," Your eyes fluttered as you tried to concentrate, unsure of where to look, "Oh my god." Each time one boy pulled out, the other one filled you to the brim. You could feel yourself clenching around both of them, begging for more. Your clit was throbbing, far too overstimulated already. Your palms were resting on Tommy's freckled chest as he urged you to bounce on his cock.
"Look at the little whore," Billy mocked playfully as he dragged a finger across your lips. He had lit another cigarette and had begun smoking again while he watched the other two fill you. His hand lazily stroking his hard cock again and you began to wonder if this would ever end. You weren't sure you wanted it to, "You wanna choke on my cock, whore? Does that sound nice?" You nodded eagerly, slightly bumping into Steve's head as he pounded into you furiously. The brunette boy from behind you was breathing hard into your neck as Tommy massaged your hips, bringing your soaking cunt back down on his cock.
You licked at Billy’s cock with more urgency, bobbing your head a little quicker as the pleasure and excitement grew deep inside of you. You gagged, licking around his throbbing cock as he furiously jerked his hips forward.
You had never felt so stuffed before, sitting on your knees with Tommy's cock stuffed in your pussy and Steve ramming into your hole from behind. Billy was pulling your hair to keep your mouth moving on his cock. You were so overwhelmed as sweat dripped down on your back. You couldn't focus on anything other than the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.
"God," Steve groaned into the crook of your neck as his hips ground into you, his hips pressing into your soft flesh repeatedly. You were thankful for Billy's cock in your mouth as you were sure you'd be a screaming mess without it, "So fucking good." Steve praised, his tongue licking across the side of your neck.
You watched the way Tommy grinned, concentrating lacing across his features as he pulled you closer towards him. You could feel your eyes fluttering at how the head of his thick cock brushed against that deep spot inside of you that left your toes curling in pleasure.
Billy was cursing again, gripping the sides of your jaw as he thrusted deeply into your mouth. Your throat was burning and jaw aching from being so stuffed full tonight.
Billy's fingers caught your nose, squeezing it tightly together as he came down your throat. You felt the urge to gag, fighting to breathe as you tasted his salty cum on your tongue.
"Fuck, lemme see." You opened your mouth widely, fighting back the loud moans as you showed him his cum coating inside of your mouth. Billy smirked wickedly, pulling away from your view as your head slumped forward onto Tommy's shoulder. Your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling yourself squeezing around him as your orgasm grew again.
"Holy fuck," Tommy cursed as he moved even harder, his nose brushing against the side of your face as you came undone. You held onto him for dear life to keep from falling onto the floor as Steve gripped your hips and pushed into you deeper, "Fuck, fuck." Tommy cursed as he pulled out and pumped his slick ridden cock, shooting ropes of cum across your navel and thighs.
Steve panted from behind you, desperately rolling his hips into you as he filled you with his seed. Your legs were shaking, and you were breathing deeply as they slowly lowered you to the floor. Your cheek pressed against the cool tiles, soaking in the cold sensation as you tried to regain your breath. You could feel the mixture from all of you dripping down your thighs and onto the floor as they left you there while they settled back onto the couch.
“Did you watch the game?” Steve asked suddenly, “I was sure that they’d make it into the playoffs.” You breathed out deeply, knitting your eyebrows together as they went on like nothing had happened. You met Billy’s eyes, your heart fluttering as he winked at you.
CW: use of handcuffs, milking, edging, anal fingering
You wanna make Billy feel good.
“What are you doing?” He questioned you, watching the way you brought his hands up above his head. You grinned, gently linking your fingers across his wrists as you beamed down at him.
“You said we could try something new.” You reminded him, sending him a cheeky look as you let the handcuffs dangle down from your palm. Billy stared at them, an unamused look crossing his features.
“Yeah, for you,” He mumbled as you slowly linked one of his wrists within the metal band, “Not me.” He shot you a look. You bit your bottom lip, leaning down to lightly press a kiss against his nose.
“My turn after,” You told him gently, “Please. This will be fun.” You pouted your lips out, hoping that you would be able to convince him. He sighed deeply as he rested his other hand up against the headboard.
“I doubt that,” He mumbled but let you link his other wrist regardless, “Just don’t lose the key.” He reminded you pointedly. You felt your lips curling into a grin, thinking that making the key disappear would be a cruel joke.
“I won’t,” You told him seriously, “Just relax.” You mumbled as you dipped your head down to meet his lips again. You kissed him harder this time, deeper as you slowly began to grind yourself down against his lower abdomen. You let your hands trace down his bare chest, thankful that you’d already taken the time to undress one another.
“Mhm,” He smirked softly as he snagged your bottom lip between his teeth, looking quite proud of the moan that left your lips, “You just gonna sit there or what?” He asked as he pulled away, his blue eyes flickering full of lust.
“Impatient,” You teased as you drifted your fingertips across his nipples, enjoying the way that he squirmed against your touch. You slowly moved yourself off of his body, settling between his knees as you gently pried them apart, “I’ll treat you good.” You promised as you slowly wrapped your manicured hands around his hardening cock.
He sighed out, watching as you lazily stroked him in your hand. You enjoyed the feeling of your skin against his ridges, the way his cock curved and how he was slightly thicker at his base. You moved your fingers back to his tip, slowly spreading the precum around his reddened skin before jerking your hand back down again.
You felt your stomach building in anticipation as you glanced up, meeting his observing eyes as he stared you down. You could feel warmth spreading throughout your body, but you kept yourself relaxed. He’d taken his time with you so many times, you just wanted to do the same.
“You’re so big,” You gushed out, enjoying the way he was slowly beginning to grind his hips up into your hand, “Wanna make you feel so good.” You told him earnestly as you began to jerk your hand up and down the length of his cock a little quicker.
“Always do,” He grinned languorously. His eyelids shut again as he continued to grind up into your hand as you began to watch the pleasure that spread through his features. You were determined to draw more of a reaction from him, to make him sing from your touch, “Such a good girl.”
His words spurred you on as you began to move your hand faster. You repeated the motions of spreading his precum down his cock, enjoying the wet sounds that were beginning to slip free from your motions. Billy began to groan a little louder, move his hips forward a little harder.
“Fuck, fuck,” Billy cursed, his hips snapping forward roughly as he fucked his cock into your hand, “Jesus. Don’t stop.” He begged, his eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. You grinned, letting him get one last stroke in before you were pulling your hand away.
“Not yet,” You whispered seductively as you bit down on his earlobe. He huffed underneath you, “Don’t give me that look. You’ll get there.” You promised, watching the way his body jolted as you rubbed your finger across his leaking tip.
“Can you stop with the fucking teasing?” He snapped at you, his blue eyes blazing as he turned towards you. You gently played with his harsh tone as you teetered back onto your heels.
“That’s not very nice,” You pouted softly, “Ask me nicely. I might consider it.” You told him seriously as you began to drag your nails across his thighs. He jolted for a second, looking rather defiant until your hands moved closer to his cock again. You slowly moved your hands across his heavy balls, squeezing them softly to draw a moan from his lips.
“Please,” Billy spit out between clenched teeth, before huffing and relaxing his jaw, “Can you please stop teasing me?” He asked you softer as a desperate look flicked across his features. You bit her lip, pretending to debate on it as you continued to massage his warm balls in your hands.
“Do you want to cum?” You whispered out, watching the way his lips parted again. He breathed in deeply, nodding his head a little too eagerly. You grinned as you moved towards the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.
“What are you doing?” He asked as you shook the bottle and began to squirt the liquid out onto your hands. You spared him a quick glance before you attempted to shake more of the liquid from the near empty bottle.
“Gonna make you cum,” You promised as you tossed the bottle aside. You leaned forward to press your legs against his slowly, “Just trust me.” You promised him, but saw no sign of resistance in his eyes. This wasn’t your first experience with fingering him.
You let the lube drip down your hand, coating your fingers as you slowly rubbed your fingertips across the sticky liquid. You grinned, catching the desire in his eyes as you dipped your fingers back between his legs.
You ghosted a finger across his rim, enjoying the way he squirmed underneath your touch. You slowly pushed one of your fingers inside of his tight hole, watching the way his hips slowly jolted up off the bed. You breathed in slowly, pleasure tightening in your tummy as you watched the way your finger disappeared inside of him. You slowly wiggled it back and forth, letting him adjust before you slid another in.
“Fuck,” He spit out, his thick eyelashes fluttering from how he peacefully shut his eyes. His pink lips parted in bliss, his white teeth shining in the light as you slowly scissored your fingers inside of him, “Jesus.” He breathed out a second later, snapping his eyes open as he looked down at you with hooded eyes.
“Do you like that?” You teased him with a grin, scooting forward a bit so you could rock your fingers into you deeper. You were moving with a purpose now, desperate to find the spot that would have him crying out in pleasure.
“Yes, yes,” He moaned a little louder as he dug his heels into the mattress, trying to fuck himself back onto your fingers. You chewed on your bottom lip, staring at the precum that was leaking out of his cock and onto his skin. You wanted to feel him throbbing in your palm again, but the thought of making him cum without touching your cock sparked your interest, “Please, please don’t stop.” His voice was raspier this time, begging to come undone underneath you.
“Awe,” You pouted your lips out mockingly, the same way he’d done to you a hundred different times, “Does it feel good? Do you want to cum?” You drew out slowly as you continued to curl your fingers inside of his tight walls as you pressed your other palm against his hip, trying to keep him still.
“Feels so fucking good,” He mewled in pleasure, his tanned cheeks burning as he closed his eyes once again. You giggled to yourself, feeling quite proud to see him in this state. You dragged your fingers in and out of him slowly, pushing them in deeper with each movement as you eventually found the spot that left his whole body jerking underneath you, “Fuck!” He cursed again as his cock bobbed against his skin.
You curled your fingers in the same position, keeping the same dire movements as you became more desperate to make him feel good. You pressed deeper against his warm walls, hitting that spot repeatedly as his groans grew louder.
“Need to feel you,” He whimpered softly, “Come on, touch my cock.” He begged, looking rather undone as he peered at you with lustful eyes. You felt yourself squirming against the bed, nearly losing all of your self control as you thought about sliding his cock inside of your cunt.
“S’okay,” You breathed out, teasing him as you blew hot air against his throbbing dick, “I know you can do it without my hand. You’re such a good boy.” You praised him, lingering for just a second before you allowed yourself to flick your tongue up the length of his heavy cock.
He squirmed against you again, crying out even louder as he jerked his hips forward. You felt a moan leaving your lips as you tasted his slick against your tongue. You slowly rolled it around your mouth, enjoying his taste as you continued to pump your fingers against his prostate.
His sounds grew louder, dancing against your ears as you continued to rock into him. You could feel your own pleasure growing inside you, simply by watching him squirm and grind himself back onto your hand. You listened to the way your fingers slid inside of him and how tightly he gripped a hold of you, keeping you in place as he slowly became undone.
“Fuck, fuck!” He cursed, his knees pressed up against your sides as his hips jolted off the bed. You stared with heavy eyes, watching as thick globs of spunk spewed from his red tip. His groans filled the room as he clamped down around your fingers. You grinned, slowly rocking them up into him as you watched more liquid drizzle from his cock, “Holy fuck.” He whined, sending a jolt of pleasure traveling down your spine.
He was still squirming underneath you as you drew your free hand up to his cock, slowly giving it a few more pumps as he cried out from underneath you. You squeezed at his tip, watching as more spunk streamed from his red tip. He cursed again, his eyebrows knitted together tightly as you ensured that there was nothing left.
“Such a good boy,” You teased him as you slowly withdrew your fingers. You watched the way his chest moved, how red his cheeks suddenly were as you moved up towards his chest. You flicked your tongue out, slowly licking away his cum as his eyes darted down to face you, “You did so good.” You praised him, watching the way his lips slowly curled up into a smile.
“Yeah?” He asked, still breathing hard as he tried to catch his breath, “Then can you do me a favor and let me go?” He asked with a smile as he slowly banged on the headboard of the bed. You grinned as you sat up on your knees again.
“Billy?” You drew your eyes back towards him, noticing the tired look that was beginning to cross over his features.
“Mhm,” He shifted his eyes up lazily to look at you, “Yeah?” You felt your lips pull into a sheepish grin as you rubbed your hands across his hairy thighs. You paused for a second before you spoke up.
“Do you remember where I put the key?”
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