star girl
rating: EXPLICIT! NASTY SLUTTY!
pairing: steve harrington x reader x billy hargrove
word count: 4.1k
summary: reader is a brat and steve forms a plan with billy to put her back in place
A/N: set in current time! steve needs a phone to be able to communicate on the ‘plan’. characters are set in their 20s. billy’s still a douchebag but he’s not super canon — no racism & no stinky smelly gross man, he’s a clean but rough boy
Steve and you had been going at it all day. Nothing serious, but you could not keep your bratty attitude in check and Steve was at his wits end with the attitude. So, he suggested both of you show face at the bar and get a couple drinks in. Drinking usually makes you chill out and fixes your brattiness.
Sitting at your vanity, you finished the last touches on your makeup, the boom from the surround sound system vibrating the floor beneath you. You had on waterline only eyeliner, pretty but dramatic lashes, sparkling pink eyeshadow and your hair was in a half up half down ponytail. Steve’s favorite combination. You may have been bratty all day, but you did love making yourself up for your boyfriend.
“Babe, come on, I want to down some shots before I end up beating your ass red and ruining your makeup.” Steve grumbled on, leaning on the doorframe of your shared bedroom.
“I’m literally done! I just need to throw on my shoes, jesus christ.”
Steve scrubbed a hand over his face, his hair already gone through it after the day he’s had with you.
“If you continue to speak to me like that, you’ll be sent down to the bar by yourself and I will not let you back up here until you’re near black out. Do you understand?” his voice was low, and dangerous. He knew you didn’t like drinking by yourself and you always, always preferred when he was accompanying you, so this wouldn’t be a good thing. At least not for you.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I do not want to do that.” you begrudgingly replied, standing after you finished lacing your shoes. Steve’s phone pinged, which he replied to with a cough and excused himself.
An internal ‘that was weird’ ran through your head, Steve usually doesn’t keep his phone hidden from you. Whatever, he’ll eventually tell you. He doesn’t keep secrets.
With a big, dramatic sigh, you followed your boyfriend out of the bedroom and headed to collect your bag from the kitchen table. While Steve did who knows what on his phone, you packed up your essentials: gloss, phone, keys and emergency eyeliner. Steve may be Steve but he loves himself a high maintenance fem.
Steve grumbled under his breath as he appeared at your side, giving the back of your neck a quick squeeze.
“Be good while we’re down there. I want you to be obedient and listen to me.”
With the lingering grip on your neck and the too serious tone of his voice, you gave a simple nod and flashed him a smile. Steve didn’t know which way to accept the smile so he let himself accept that it had good intentions behind it.
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Steve already made himself at home behind the bar, setting up six shot glasses for the two of you. He whipped up three green tea shots for you and three tequila shots for himself. No matter how bratty you’ve been, he always gets you your favorite. It’s an easy way for him to get you to have a better attitude.
With a wink, Steve picked up his first one and clinked it to your glass and you both down your shots. He shook his head, gave a little cough and decided to take the other two directly after. Laughing at his dramatics, you downed your two and stacked the glasses to hand back to him.
While Steve was turned away, you felt a presence approach at your side. Shifting to face who had come up to you, you froze for a moment.
“Hi, beautiful, nice to catch you here. You look mighty fine tonight.”
It was Billy Hargrove, the man who somehow keeps popping up. Your glance went to Steve, whose back was still to you.
“Um, thank you? Kind of bold of you to be flirting with me when Steve is right there.”
Billy cracked a big smile, his eyes lighting up. You suddenly felt uneasy, not entirely sure why he was being so… nice.
“Stevie won’t mind, he knows you’re his. I’m just making conversation.”
Billy signaled another bartender, ordering another round of “whatever she’s having” and a whiskey for himself. Three more shots appeared before you in a flash, and you were hesitant. Usually, you wouldn’t turn down a free drink but Billy’s not one to buy girls drinks. Shrugging, you tapped your shot glass lightly against Billy’s whiskey glass and sent the first one down your throat. He took a big swig of his drink, motioning for you to finish the other two shots. Still weary, you obliged, eyes trailing off afterwards to look for Steve. He had suddenly ended up at the other side of the bar, talking it up with one of his regulars.
After a quick minute, the alcohol hit. Your head got silly, sparkles seemed to flood your eyes and you now had the liquid courage to play into Billy’s game.
“So, handsome, what’s got you comin’ to drink tonight?” flirtation filled your voice, eyes dancing over Billy’s stature.
His hand came up to trace over the lace on your sleeve, “I honestly wanted to see if you’d be down here. I know you like to spend your free time at the bar while Steve works. Something about you has been catching my eye lately.”
Alcohol fueled blush crept into your cheeks, warming and tinting them pinker than the blush that you dusted on them.
“Me? I mean… yeah, I do hang out here in my spare time if he’s working. What about me has you suddenly intrigued?”
“You’ve been different lately. Dressing up more, looking like an absolute doll. It’s really not fair that Stevie gets you all to himself.”
Had you been sober, that comment would have earned Billy a firm smack to the face but with the alcohol swimming in your bloodstream, you’d decided to keep digging.
“Oh, yeah? It’s not fair, huh? Well, what would you do if you got a chance with me?”
Billy chuckled, low and dark, and leaned in to brush his lips against your ear and whispered, “I’d knock that bratty ass attitude right out of you. I’d keep you on edge, trail my fingers along that plush, soft stomach of yours, grip those gorgeous thighs of yours and go to town on that sweet cunt I’ve heard so much about.”
The last bit made you choke, a cough catching in your throat. Steve would be livid if he heard Billy speaking to you like that. Glancing around again, you saw Steve was watching from his spot at the end of the bar, sipping on a whiskey as well. He didn’t seem bothered. You turned back to Billy, cheeks still flared red with blush. It even followed up to the tips of your ears.
“You need to watch yourself, sir. Steve may be secure in our relationship but he won’t hesitate to kick you out and ban you from coming here again.” you spat back, alcohol now making you feel feisty. “Don’t touch me.”
Billy’s hand now laid on your waist, giving it a squeeze after your protests.
“No, no. Your boyfriend told me it’s fine. Watch.”
His hand lifted to your cheek, tilting your head back to Steve. Steve was intently watching, a smirk curling on his pretty face. Billy leaned in again, warm breath breezing across your heated skin.
“See how he’s looking at us right now? He told me you’ve been such a brat all day that he wants me to fuck you. While he watches, and makes sure you behave for another man.”
That had your breath catching and your stomach fluttering.
“You’re lying…” you trailed off and paused when you heard Steve chuckling behind you.
Billy pulled back, downing the rest of his drink that had been sitting warm in his hand. Steve spoke first.
“No, sweetheart, he’s not. You’ve been a brat all fucking today and I’m tired of it. So, Billy and I put a plan together. You’re going to prove you’re worthy of not getting belted and put on a show for me. I’m going to sit and watch you fuck him and if I’m satisfied at the end, you’ll get permission to cum and I won’t beat you. Understood?”
You fully turned to look at your boyfriend, face still beet red with blush and managed to choke out, “I don’t have any say in this, do I…?”
Steve shook his head, full hair bouncing around, “Nope. You being free use to me means I get to pass you around if I want to. Billy’s full game ‘cause he knows how well you fuck. I’ve told him stories and now I believe he deserves to find out. Isn’t that just so humiliating? Knowing my close friend knows how much of a fuckin’ slut you are?”
You needed a breather, plopping yourself down onto the stool that was behind you. This was all making your head swim and heat pool between your legs. Sure, this was humiliating for you but despite the brattiness, you love giving Steve a show.
“Steve, shot, please.”
Your boyfriend laughed and grabbed a glass to pour a tequila shot for you. You scoffed at his audicity of giving you tequila but you downed it anyways.
“Okay,” you started after the burn passed, “you want me to fuck Billy in front of you to avoid a beating? I mean… I guess I can’t protest because I really don’t want a belting…”
Steve nodded, hopping over from the bar and clapped his hand onto Billy’s shoulder. Billy flashed an evil smile and extended his hand out to you.
“Shall we take this upstairs, doll?”
Steve didn’t give you a chance to answer, he gave you a look that demanded you take Billy’s hand and go upstairs. You obliged, slipping your manicured hand into his and started the trek upstairs.
Once upstairs, Steve settled into the plush blue chair that sat opposite of the bed and made himself comfortable.
“Here’s the rules. You, my princess, do not get to cum until I grant permission. You listen to what Billy asks, or demands for, and you follow what you’re told. Billy’s taking some of the reins tonight but I’m still in charge. Get to it, babydoll.”
Billy sat on the bed, patting his lap to invite you to straddle him. Giving a sheepish nod, you kicked off your shoes and made your way on top of Billy’s lap. His hand came up to your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. His lips were soft and he tasted like the whiskey he had earlier. His free hand came to grasp your waist and squeezed, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. A moan slipped out against his lips and you grinded down onto his lap. You wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up leaving a wet spot, having no panties on under your skirt left no room for hiding your arousal.
Steve kept his eyes on the both of you, ignoring the hard-on growing in his jeans. This wasn’t necessarily for his pleasure but he did take some of it in watching you.
Billy’s mouth trailed away from yours and down to your neck, ghosting his tongue over the delicate skin there. The temptation to bite you was strong, so he asked Steve from his position if he was allowed to leave marks.
“Yes, but she has to allow you. Marks are special between us and if she doesn’t want it, listen.” Steve said cooly, not minding you wearing someone else’s marks just this once.
Billy peered up at you, an eyebrow raised in question. You nodded, craning your neck to the side to give him better access. Your short hair made it easier to mark you. He took ahold of the other side of your neck and sank his teeth into your skin. The contact made you cry out and grasp his hair, pleasure blooming soon after the pain subsided. Billy’s hand on your waist guided you to grind against him again, but this time you fully felt that he was hard.
“Please, bite me again. That felt so good.” you panted out, rutting your cunt against his bulge. “Please, Billy…”
He obliged, finding a new spot to bite down onto. He pulled back enough to strip you of your shirt and had you crane your neck again and went for the curve between your neck and shoulder. His teeth sank into the skin, biting hard enough to almost break skin but he knew better than to take that risk. This bite made you cry out louder than before and your nipples hurt from how hard the intense pleasure was.
Billy started roaming his hands around your bare torso, groaning under his breath when his fingertips found your breasts. He started flicking his finger over the bud, watching your face to test how much you liked it. The pleasure drunk look on your face fueled him on futher and he pinched your nipples between his fingers and tugged. The motion caused your hips to buck and he grunted, tsking at you.
“You keep teasing with your grinding. Get on your knees. I want to see how well you suck cock.”
Steve cleared his throat, speaking up after being quiet this entire time.
“Be mean to her. Don’t let her take it easy, she deserves it. She also has little to zero limits, she’ll take whatever you give her.”
His words made you whimper, not afraid but nervous. Steve was right, though, you’d take anything you were given.
Billy listened and his eyes went dark, which made you look like a deer in headlights. His strong hands came up and fully pushed you off of the bed and knocked you onto your ass. The angle you landed at exposed the fact that you didn’t have underwear to both Billy and Steve. The pair of men full on laughed at you, a chuckle bursting from their throats.
Steve commented first, “You nasty whore. Did you really think you’d get away without wearing any underwear? D’you think I’d forget all the attitude you’ve given me today if I noticed you didn’t have panties on?”
Then, Billy followed suit, “Steve said you were desperate but I didn’t realize you were desperate enough to have your pussy out under your skirt like that.”
You were scrambling for words but before you could conjure up a sentence, Billy scooted towards the end of the bed and pressed the bottom of his boot to your bare cunt. The pressure against your clit made your heart pound and head dizzy.
“Whatcha think, Steve, think I should make her grind on my boot while she gives me head?”
“Yanno what, do it. Make her look like an idiot for me.”
You made a pathetic noise, tears filling your eyes. The humiliation was turning you on but it was overwhelming — in a good way.
“Awe, baby, are you going to cry for me?” Billy questioned with a laugh. “That’s too bad. Get up and position yourself on my boot.”
You hesitated, shifting onto your knees and looking back at Steve with pleading eyes. He immediately caught your gaze, sitting up so he’s in an upright position.
“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. I’ll come over there and make you ride his boot. Do what he tells you.”
God you loved and hated when Steve was mean to you but you knew as soon as the scene was over, he’d be doting on you and pampering you like a princess. He never, ever skipped aftercare. Even after vanilla sex, he’d cuddle you and rub your back and tell you what a sweet girl you are.
Not wanting to get a beating, you settled yourself atop of Billy’s boot, slightly contorting your body to also be able to suck him off. Billy cooed and praised you, his hands working to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock from the confines of his jeans.
Your eyes went wide at the sight. It was average size but thick enough to make your jaw ache just looking at it. You didn’t waste any time, though. You started a nice rhythm on his boot, the lifted design of the leather felt delicious against your swollen clit. Keeping your eyes on Billy’s face, you grasped around the tip gently and ran your tongue from base to where your hand sat. The simple motion made him groan, and you could tell he was impatient by the way his hand took ahold of the back of your head. He didn’t force you onto him yet, but he bumped the tip of his cock against your lips.
Taking the hint, you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out like a dog and felt the weight of his dick on it. Inhaling through your nose, you decided to put on a show. You loosened your jaw and took his entire length into your mouth. The stretch in your mouth was a lot to handle but Steve wanted a show, so you’d give him one. Your brain went dumb as you bobbed your head, the noises that filled the room were filthy and something you’d hear in a classic porno.
As you gave Billy the best head he’ll ever receive, your hips continued the work against his boot. Everyone in the room could hear the squelching of your pussy against the leather.
Steve gave up on not touching himself as soon as he saw you swallow Billy’s cock like you were made for it — his fist pumping furiously over his cock. He wouldn’t let himself waste an orgasm, though, so he was only edging until he was able to dump inside of you.
Billy’s moans mixed in with Steve’s, which fueled your enthusiasm even further. Your hands came up to rest on Billy’s thighs, tapping to communicate to him that he can fuck your mouth. Your jaw was unlocked the best you could get it and your orgasm was fast approaching. Billy took your head between his hands and pistoned his hips against your face, his gaze locked on the creamy mess you’re leaving on his boot. His hand kept ahold of your hair and with one last grunt, he shot thick, warm ropes down your throat. You swallowed his release without protest, trying to stave off your own. You pulled back, licking your lips clean and let out a long breath.
“Billy, Stevie, I’m so so close, please can I cum?”
Billy nodded over to Steve, letting your boyfriend make that call.
“Absolutely not. He still hasn’t gotten a feel for how good your cunt is.” Steve had let himself have a breather from touching himself, his face flushed.
Billy somehow managed to stay hard after how intensely he came, hand loosely stroking his cock.
“Well, let’s have a taste, huh?”
Billy grasped you by the bicep and pulled you off his boot, chuckling at the big mess you’ve made without even finishing. He gave you a messy kiss, sloppy and full of unfinished pleasure before knocking you back onto the bed and yanking your skirt off.
“Condom, or no?” Billy questioned, more so to Steve than you but he wanted clarification from either party.
“Nah, stuff her full.” Steve quipped, the thought of your cunt dripping cum made his dick twitch.
Billy nodded and proceeded to fold your legs up to your chest, muttering about how sexy your stomach is. He’s always had a thing for plus sized fems. He teased his cock through your folds, watching you squirm and whine when the head caught on your clit.
“Please, Billy, please stuff me full of your fat cock. I want it so badly.” you pleaded desperately, making a show of pulling your knees up higher so he has easy access to your entrance.
Not needing to be told twice, Billy slid his cock inside your cunt and let out a loud moan.
“Fuckin’ hell, Steve, you weren’t kidding when you said she felt like heaven.”
The comment only made you whine again, the feeling of his cock stretching you out was yummy. Not better than Steve’s — nobody could compare to him.
Billy began to rock into you, both hands planted beside you while he laid his weight onto your legs. He picked up a steady speed, pleasure sketched all over his face. Your moans were so loud you worried about the music below not being loud enough to cover them but Steve didn’t seem to care, he was lost in his own pleasure of watching you and stroking his dick. The sight of you being railed by someone he knows was way hotter in action than it was in fantasy.
You could tell Billy was already close to another orgasm because his thrusts became sloppy and you could pick it up from how ragged his breathing was. You yourself were so desperate to cum that it hurt to hold it back but you knew if you didn’t listen to the rules you’d be in so much trouble.
“Y’ready to take my load, baby? Gonna fill you up so nice.” Billy spoke between grunts and moans, feeling his balls tighten as he approached his orgasm.
You nodded, clenching down around his cock to help him finish. As soon as he felt you clamp down, he pressed his fingernails into your calves and pushed in to the hilt, flooding your cunt with his sticky release. Your want to cum was overwhelming now, your head dizzy with intoxicating pleasure.
“Stevie, daddy, please, please let me cum now. I been such a good girl.”
You begged, tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. Steve didn’t reply right away, but walked over towards Billy, whispered something in his ear and Billy laughed quietly, shuffling away from you to sit next to you. Steve pulled your legs down and kept them open, settling himself between them. You didn’t think he’d touch you, not after how bad you were all day, but here he was about to go to town on your pussy. His fingers separated your folds and licked the cum dripping from your spent hole. The contact immediately had you mewling, hands reaching down to comb through his hair. Steve’s hips were rutting against the bed, his orgasm second in mind.
Pulling back for a quick moment, Steve praised you.
“You did so good, baby, took all that he gave you real well. You can cum whenever you want to, just make sure it’s on my face.”
The noise that followed his praise and permission was so pathetic it made Billy laugh at you. He sat back, watching the show Steve was now giving him.
Steve licked and sucked like his life depended on it. Your pussy was heaven to him and the salty mix of Billy’s cum made you taste even better — somehow, because you always tasted so good to Steve. He slipped his fingers into your cunt and slowly fucked you with them, mouth focusing on your swollen clit. His tongue flicked up and down over it, tracing letters against the bud to give you high stimulation. Your hands tugged at his hair, silently asking if you could fuck down against his fingers and mouth and he tapped you with his free hand twice to let you know you have permission.
Once you felt his taps, you grinded your hips against his mouth, moans growing louder and louder. It wasn’t long before you were clenching down on his fingers and crying out his name, hips twitching with the intensity of your orgasm. Being edged twice had you seeing stars once you were finally able to finish. Steve kept eating your pussy through your orgasm, fingers pumping into that sweet spot inside you. You heard him groan against you and peered down to see he had cum on the duvet and his stomach — all from eating your cunt.
Pulling back, he wiped his face and sucked your mess off his fingers, face flushed.
“Goddamn, Steve, you eat pussy that you’re starving. That was a great show.” Billy commented, cracking his neck and standing to redress. “This was fun, and I’d be down to help out again, but it’s time for you to tend to your girl. Thanks for the good time, babes. I’ll catch y’all later.” and with that, Billy was already dressed and headed back down the bar for a drink.
Steve crawled up to the pillows and patted his chest, signaling for you to come up and lay with him. You scrambled up on your shaky knees and laid your head on his chest, arm draping over his stomach. He sprinkled sweet kisses on your face.
“I love you, sweetpea. I don’t like punishing you but you deserve it sometimes. Keep being a brat and it’ll happen again. For now, let’s get some shut eye.”
That was enough for you to drift off into a peaceful sleep, your lover by your side falling asleep with you.