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buckysgrace · 1 year

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Game, Set, Match

Steve and you try to reconcile your relationship but Billy makes it near impossible until he offers some friendly advice.

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Part two to Friendly Competition, I hope that everyone who asked for a second part enjoys this!

CW: Unprotected sex, spitting, cheating, some hitting if you squint, threesome

Steve left without a word, leaving you with the image of his betrayed brown eyes bouncing around in your mind. You were left alone, in a puddle of spit and come as you tried to shake the guilt that was eating away at you. You had risen from your bed in shame, trying to ignore how badly your legs were shaking as you dragged yourself to your bathroom to clean yourself.

You had tried to call him, multiple different times with no avail. You couldn’t blame him, you’d be just as hurt if you had been the one to walk in on that sight. Still, it worried you. You knew Steve had to be going through a lot and you didn’t want him to feel alone. You had successfully gotten a hold of him on Saturday night, but had quickly lost your confidence once he had answered. You had hung up before he could even finish saying hello. You had just stood there in the middle of the hallway, staring at the phone as you were unsure of what to feel.

You wanted to apologize, to tell Steve how sorry you were for everything that had happened. However, you soon realized that you weren’t sorry for your actions. You were sorry you had gotten caught. Your mind had constantly lingered towards Billy, thinking of the filthy things he had said and done to you. You realized you were desperate to have him touch you again, to feel his warm skin against your own.

You weren’t sure why you thought anything would be different when you returned back to school. Billy acted like nothing had happened and hardly looked at you between classes or in the hallways. You were confused, baffled even as you wondered what you had ruined your relationship with Steve for. It hurt and it made you feel small.

“Can we talk?” Steve approached you one day after school as you were gathering your books into your bag. You froze for a moment, feeling full of anxiety as you nodded your head. You had figured he would go on with his life hating you.

You were even more surprised when he took a hold of your hand and guided you towards an empty classroom. You missed the way Billy’s eyes lingered against you as Steve shut the door behind you. You sighed softly, biting down on your lip hard. You couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Why did you do it?” He asked finally after realizing you wouldn’t be the first one to speak. You wondered if he thought that you would beg for his forgiveness and plead for him back. You really weren’t sure why you weren’t doing that at the moment.

“I don’t know,” You exhaled softly, feeling a fresh wave of guilt wash over you as Steve stared at you with his soft brown eyes. You tried to search for a reason, any sort of explanation to make him feel better about what happened. There was none. You were guilty of everything that had happened, “I guess I was just upset you were hanging around Nancy again.” You mumbled, not quite ready to admit to him that you did it without any reason. Steve crossed his arms, playing with the strings on his shirt.

“That was pretty shitty,” He admitted to your surprise. You watched him curiously as he stared around the empty classroom, “I don’t want to lose you.” He admitted and you felt your mouth part in surprise. That had been the last thing you were expecting.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” You admitted softly as different thoughts and feelings battled inside of you, “I shouldn’t have done it.” You said finally, hoping he knew how wrong your behavior had been. You tried to apologize, but the words wouldn’t come forward. You felt sick, realizing that you didn’t regret your actions.

“Maybe we can start over?” Steve took a step forward towards you, watching you with an uncertain expression written on his features, “I won’t talk to Nancy, you don’t talk to Billy.” You stared at him for a minute, thinking his compromise through. You didn’t even care about Nancy that much in general, but it made you wonder if something had really been going on in order for him to promise her away. It should be easy, not seeing Billy again. He hadn’t paid you any attention from that day. You were sure he was completely over you, yet, your body told a different story. It pleaded for you to say no, just in case there was a small chance something would happen again.

“Deal,” You breathed out slowly, watching the way light seemed to flood into his brown eyes, “You have a deal.”

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Things seemed to be fine after that but it was like Steve was afraid to touch you. You took notice on how he would overthink every single time he would touch you. You tried not to get frustrated, knowing it was your own fault for setting up the situation. Still, you wished you were able to get through a session in bed without him trying to ask how Billy did something. It only made you feel even worse.

Steve was kind and sweet, while Billy was rough and mean. You never thought you would enjoy that but you did, a lot. You never had a problem with the way Steve fucked you either, but his constant overanalyzing was making it hard to enjoy anything.

Not to mention how Billy had taken a keen interest in you after seeing that you were back with Steve. He was always trying to speak to you, trying to gain your attention in one way or another. You always kept your conversations short and didn’t allow them to gain any traction. It was harder than what you thought it would be. You didn’t realize how badly your body could crave something before him. He was like a drug you couldn’t stop using. You were doing your best for Steve, not wanting to ruin the second chance that you had.

Steve had been trying to make it up in other areas or at least trying to prove himself to you. Which only made you feel that much worse. He was constantly spoiling you with gifts and taking time out of his schedule that he didn’t have to spend it with you.

You had convinced him to go to Tommy’s party for the night, hoping that maybe he would relax a bit with a few drinks. It had seemed to work for a bit, as his movements became less rigid and his lips more sloppy. It felt nice, pretending like you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Maybe we should go,” Steve spoke up suddenly, taking you by surprise as his hands released from your waist. You looked at the brown eyed boy confused, “Shit.” And suddenly, it was like your boyfriend wasn’t even there as Billy approached with a smirk on his face. He was smoking, his eyes lingering over your body before he spoke.

“Been a while,” He blew out a cloud towards you, ignoring the boy standing behind you, “You look good.” He licked his tongue across his teeth, staring at you with lustful eyes. Your heart was racing in your chest and your knees felt weak from the look he was sending you. You were sure you would cave, had you not felt Steve stiffening behind you.

“Go fuck yourself.” Steve hissed out, placing his hands tightly on your waist. You looked at him surprised, not used to hearing him speak like that. Billy’s eyebrows rose far on his forehead.

“What? You have a problem with me fucking your bitch?” Billy’s smile was wide as he stared into Steve’s soft brown eyes, “Didn’t you hear her begging for my cock? Does she ever do that for you?” Your eyes widened in surprise and you were a bit horrified as people turned to look at you. Steve stepped forward, an angry look written across his face.

“Watch it.” He shoved at Billy’s shoulder, but Billy only seemed to grow more amused. You were nervous as you watched the two of them. You pulled on Steve’s shirt, urging him to turn around and leave. Billy watched your actions, drinking in the image of you.

“Why don’t I ask her?” Billy tilted his head, his blonde curls curling against the nape of her neck, “Who do you think she would choose?” You yanked on Steve’s shirt harder, not giving him the chance to consider it as you hastily pulled him away. You didn’t need that confrontation in your life.

“You’re right, let’s go.” You tried to reassure the brown eyed boy. He looked at you, still full of anger from Billy’s words before he was gripping your hand and guiding you out of the party. You felt the sensation of someone watching you and promised yourself just a peek as you glanced over your shoulder. Billy was still staring, a knowing smirk on his face as you left him behind.

Steve tried hard that night, but you were both too tipsy to actually perform that well and you could tell that Billy had hit his ego again. You were growing desperate and tried to keep the lustful thoughts to yourself as you comforted Steve over Billy’s harsh words. You didn’t want Steve to get hurt but you feared that the both of you knew how true they were.

When you were sure he was asleep you had slipped your hand under your boyfriend’s shirt that you had borrowed, and fingered yourself to the thought of a certain blue eyed boy.

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Billy had become too self aware after that, doing whatever he could to find himself near you at all times. You were still loyal to Steve and did your best to neglect Billy, but it was hard. Your body craved him in a way that you had never felt before. You were unsure of how much you could take before you ended up craving.

“That skirt looks nice on you,” Billy whispered huskily over the back of your chair and he tugged on a section of your hair. It was suddenly hard to breath with him leaning so close against you, “If I were Steve, I’d bend you over one of these desks and fuck you.” His breath was hot against your face as you stared at him astonished. You clenched your thighs together, feeling your panties growing wet. All you could do was stare as you considered his words, picturing him overtop of you again. He leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his face as he knew the grip he still had over you.

You turned, holding your legs together as you willed for this torment to leave you. You knew you shouldn’t be picturing his cock inside of you, but it was all you could think of the rest of the day. Even as Steve spoke to you later on, you were still picturing Billy with his cock stuffed inside of your wet cunt.

When Billy’s compliments didn't gain much of a reaction from you he would take to his actions. He’d constantly be touching you, creating a fire against your skin as you tried to concentrate on whatever your teacher was lecturing about. His hands were always on your skin, near your hair or picking at the clothes you were wearing. It almost made you feel bad to ignore him, but you kept on as you pictured Steve’s sad brown eyes.

He saved his dirty words for a last resort, because he always got a reaction from you. You’d always stare at him with widened eyes and a lust filled face after he would whisper the most filthy words he could think of to you. It was enough to make you leave the classroom for a few minutes and wash your face with cold water. Sometimes, you’d picture Billy following in after you and fucking you against the bathroom counters with your panties shoved in your mouth to keep you quiet.

You almost wondered if he knew about your bargain with Steve and that’s why he was doing his best to make you cave. You were curious if he knew how close you were to doing it.

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“You’re not coming tonight?” You looked at Steve confused as he pushed a hand through his thick hair. He sighed, shaking his head no. He was back to being unreliable, but you felt like you weren’t allowed to question him about it. Afterall, you had been the one to get in bed with someone else.

“Something came up,” He said vaguely and you did your best not to act suspicious. You wondered if it had something to do with Nancy but you didn’t press. So far, you both had kept up your end of the bargain. You hadn’t seen him around Nancy and you did your best to ignore Billy. It was hard, your body responded differently to him than what your mind did. No matter how wrong it was, you always found yourself looking for him in the hallways, “I’ll pick you though, I promise.” He sealed it with a kiss.

“We should be done close to nine!” You shouted after him, smiling softly as he turned and sent you one last wave. You no longer felt the familiar sparks as you watched him go and that scared you more than anything.

You waited, crossing your ankles as you waited on the bleachers for Steve. You kept glancing at the clock on the wall as the minutes passed, beginning to grow unsure if he was even going to show up. Your spirits began to dampen, realizing that he had probably forgotten about you again.

You snapped your eyes up at the sound of the doors slamming open. You looked for Steve’s familiar form, instead, you landed on the stocky blonde boy. Billy strutted towards you, only clad in his basketball shorts. You crossed your legs tighter together as you felt a thrill rushing through your body and you wondered if he ever really wore a shirt.

“You sleeping here or something?” He eyed you curiously, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip. You lowered yourself into your seat, wondering why out of all the people he had to be the one to discover you alone.

“Just waiting on my ride.” You tried to be as vague as possible as you glanced back towards your shoes, looking away from his muscular form. Your heart was beating hard in your chest and you could feel your stomach muscles tightening as lust crept in on you. You never thought you would be someone that would so willingly cheat on their partner.

“I don’t think he’s coming, doll,” Billy chuckled, flickering his eyes over your slumped form, “I can give you a ride.” You stood hesitantly, knowing that it was probably best that you just walk home. Your smile faltered as he stepped closer to you and the scent of him traveled against your nostrils. Your body was urging you to step closer, to wrap yourself up in his muscular arms. You wanted nothing more than to repeat the other night and be a slobbering mess underneath him.

Your hands grew sweaty as you watched him, shrugging your shoulders softly, “I can walk. You played good tonight.” Your whole body felt warm at the way his lips curled into a smile. You felt like you were putty in his hands when he stepped closer, brushing his large hand against your arm.

“Do you need a ride?” You wanted to say yes and let him take you home. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew that you’d only end up in the backseat of his car, letting him do whatever he pleased to you. You couldn’t do that to Steve, not again.

“It’s okay,” He traced his finger along the side of your face, earning a soft sigh from your lips as you lingered against his warm skin, “I can walk.” You tried to reassure yourself more than anything. He chuckled, looking at you amused as his eyes darkened.

“What?” Billy teased, gripping your neck softly to make you look up at him, “I give you the best fuck of your life and now you’re too good to ride in my car?” You whimpered softly, already feeling a rush travel between your legs. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to protest that he had been the one ignoring you. You were whipped.

“Steve can’t see us,” You spoke hoarsely, watching the way his blue eyes observed you, “I told him it wouldn’t happen again.” Billy squeezed your cheeks together, smirking down at you.

“Awe, how cute. You’re trying to make it work. I bet he’s still not fucking that sweet pussy like you deserve,” He released your face softly, flickering his eyes down to your lips, “I know you want my cock. I can see it on your pretty face.” He released his hand from your neck slowly, causing flames to spread across your skin where his hand had once been.

“He does fine.” You whispered out, trying to do your part in defending your boyfriend. Billy’s lips curled up into a smirk as he observed you.

“You said you wanted to be my slut,” Billy drew his words out slowly, observing your reaction closely as you darted your eyes away from him, “I don’t think that changed.” He was close to you, inhaling your scent as your chest rose and fell quickly. Your hands were trembling as you fought with yourself.

“Don’t be mean,” You said quietly, urging yourself to back away from him. His lips curled into a smile, “You’ve been ignoring me.” You weren’t sure that’s what you decided to say. You should’ve mentioned something about Steve, how you promised to never see Billy again. None of that came to mind as Billy took another step forward, gripping your waist softly.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He mocked, his tone sounded like you were a dumb child, “I didn’t realize you were that desperate for my cock again.” His thumb cupped your chin, squeezing softly as he forced you to look at him. Your heart was hammering hard in your chest as warmth spread throughout your body.

“I’m not,” You lied, blinking hard as you tried to relax your body. You were seconds away from curling up against him, begging for him to take you right there against the bleachers, “I’m happy with Steve.” You breathed out slowly, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest.

“You know he can’t fuck you right, why stay? Let me remind you how much better I can treat you.” His thumb traveled across your glossed lips, his blue eyes watching you with keen interest. His breath was warm as it tickled across your face and you felt your eyes closing, your resolve breaking down into tiny pieces again as Billy entered into your thoughts.

“Billy,” You couldn’t find the words to protest, instead focusing on how badly you wanted to feel his body merging with yours again, “He seriously can’t know this time.” You looked at him urgently, searching his cocky expression as you waited for him to promise it to you. He licked his lips across his bottom lip.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to hurt his pretty little ego,” Billy grinned but you thought it was a bit too mischievous to be sincere. You should’ve fought harder for a genuine answer, but you couldn’t find it in yourself, too overtaken with lust, “Do you want me to fuck you?” His blue eyes traced over your features, and you found yourself nodding eagerly as you remembered how good he had treated you last time.

“Please,” You exhaled slowly, filling your lungs with the scent of him as you stepped closer to him. He smirked, looking all too amused at your desperate form, “Please fuck me, Billy.” You spoke a little louder, hoping to sway his decision.

“Work for it,” He looked at you sternly with his pretty eyes through his even thicker eyelashes, “Get on your knees and show me you’re worth it.” You didn’t even feel pathetic as you fell to your knees with a thud, your knees scraping across the dirty gymnasium floors as you looked up at him. He looked down, cocking an eyebrow up in annoyance as he waited for you to move. Your fingers pulled at his green basketball shorts, pulling them down over his muscular thighs. His cock was standing hard and proud, his tip red and leaking precum. You felt like you were in a trance as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and pumped him up and down slowly.

“Pretty,” You mumbled as you brushed your thumb across the head of his cock and collected the precum that was leaking from his slit. You hesitantly licked the liquid off of your thumb, glancing up at him as you tasted him. He had a cocky grin on his face as he observed every little movement you did, “You’re so big.” You flicked your tongue across the tip of his cock, earning a moan from the boy towering over you.

You flicked your wet tongue along his cock, savoring the feel of every vein and ridge before you circled your lips around his angry tip. You knew this was wrong, that you should be making your way back to Steve’s, but your mind was too clouded with lust to care about your boyfriend at the moment. You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head along Billy’s fat cock, trying to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could. You kept having to relax your jaw wider from how thick his girth was.

“Good girl,” He brushed his hand across your soft cheek, watching the way your lips stretched around your cock, “Such a good cock slut. I bet King Steve doesn’t fuck your pretty little throat like this.” You temporarily stalled at the mention of Steve, but Billy gripped the base of your neck and forced you down further on his hard cock. You clenched your eyes tightly together, gagging hard as he hit the back of your throat. Drool pooled from your lips, soaking down the front of your cheerleading uniform.

You gagged each time he thrusted forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat harshly. You flicked your tongue around his veins, massaging his skin as tears brimmed in your eyes. You could feel your panties drenching from how wet you were. You moved your thighs closer together, trying to search for any sort of friction.

“Fuck,” Billy grunted, gripping the side of your head as he pushed his cock deep inside your mouth. His balls pressed against your wet chin as he stared down at you, before slowly pulling himself all the way out, “Jesus, I can’t believe he’s not fucking you every day.” There was a line of spit connecting from your mouth to the head of his cock as you glanced up at his pleasure ridden face.

A laugh left your chest as he forced you up off of your knees and onto the bottom of the bleachers as he laid you down on your back. He thumbed the hem of your cheerleading shirt up over your breasts, exposing you to the air as he kneaded them slowly in his hands. You whimpered, rolling your hips up as his cock twitched against his stomach.

“Don’t tease me,” You sighed softly as he pinched both of your nipples between his fingers, “I need your cock.” He traced his hands down your sides slowly before he dipped a hand between your legs. He rubbed two fingers across your wet cunt, letting you feel just how drenched your panties are.

"Be patient," He snapped, pressing his fingers between your wet folds, "I had to wait so long for this sweet pussy again. I think I deserve a taste." He circled his finger over your entrance, earning a mewl from you as you lifted your hips towards his fingers. He smirked again, obviously proud of the reaction he gained from you.

"Sorry," You exhaled softly as his warm breath tickled over your throbbing clit. You sat up on your elbows, watching the way his flicked his tongue across your wet folds. A moan left your parted lips and you were sure you hadn't felt this desperate for anything before, "Billy." You whined, rolling your hips towards his face. He gripped your thighs tightly, squeezing as he held you in place.

Your head fell back in pleasure against the cold bleachers as he flicked his warm tongue across your wet pussy. You whined as your clit throbbed against his rough tongue. He pulled his head away from your legs, smirking up at you with your slick coated on his lips.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" You found yourself nodding before you could comprehend what he said. He leaned forward, his body hovering over your own as he captured your smooth lips against his rough ones. It all felt so dirty but so good at the same time as he flicked his tongue inside of your mouth. You were a moaning mess, feeling like you were seconds from grinding yourself up against his leg.

"Need you," You whispered hotly as you stared up at his dilated blue eyes, "Fuck me, please." You urged, rolling your hips forward again. He licked his lips, pretending like he was considering it. Your heart hammered hard in your chest as he adjusted himself back on the bleachers, pulling you into the positions that he wanted.

“Can he fuck you this good?” He gripped your hips, adjusting you on the bleachers as your legs rested against his shoulders in the air. He lifted your skirt up over your hips, slowly beginning to pull your panties to the side, “Are you dumb? Can King Steve fuck you this good?” He repeated slower, sterner as he waited for your answer.

“No,” You whined as he pressed his thumb down on your clit softly, rubbing it in soft circles, “Only you can fuck me this good.” You promised, nodding your head to reassure him as his thumb pressed through your folds. You whined, rolling your hips up at the sensation.

“That’s a good little whore,” He teased, giving his fat cock a few pumps with his wrist before tapping his hard dick along your wet folds. You sighed in bliss, rolling your hips up in hope that he would slip inside you faster. You craved the feeling of him stretching out your walls, “So desperate for my cock.” He slid his tip inside your wet cunt slowly as he gripped onto your ankles tightly, holding you in place as you inhaled every inch of him.

You whined as his throbbing cock pressed into you and you savored the feeling of his hard ridges against your fluttering walls. Your mouth fell open in awe as he bottomed out inside of you, his balls pressing up against your backside.

“Billy,” You cried out in awe, digging your nails into the bleachers as he rocked you forward. The rough material scratched your back, but you didn’t care. You were too focused on the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your wet cunt to even focus on breathing, “More, more.” You begged, pleading to feel every inch of him inside of you.

“Nasty little whore,” Billy gripped your ankles tighter, snapping his hips forward roughly. You were crying out in pure bliss from how hard he was fucking you, “So desperate for some cock that I got you grinding up against me like a bitch in heat.” He was all smiles as he pounded into you, causing you to mewl from the sensation of him hitting against your bundle of nerves.

“There!” You cried out in bliss as he spread your legs wider and pushed into you deeper. He hit that spot repeatedly, drawing you near your orgasm. He was grunting above you; the sound of your skin meeting was echoing inside the empty gym walls. The thought of being caught sent a thrill up your back as you realized he’d fuck you to your orgasm anyways, “So, so good, Billy.” Your legs were burning from the position he had your legs bent into and you could feel your slick dripping from your hole as his movements became sloppier.

He let go of one of your ankles and smacked your cheek lightly, drawing your attention back to his blissful face as he gripped your face harshly in his rough hands, “You gonna keep ignoring me?” He thrusted inside you deeper again, filling you to the brim before rutting his hips up and pulling back out. You cried out, shaking your head.

“No, no,” You were becoming incoherent, too focused on reaching your end, “I’ll never ignore you again.” You promised Billy, long forgetting your words to Steve. He grunted, his lips beginning to curl into a smile as his hair clung to his sweaty forehead. You suddenly wished for the chance to kiss him.

“You’ll let me fuck this pussy when I want?” He was still squeezing your cheeks together, pouting your lips out pathetically as he rammed his hard cock inside your drenching hole. You were desperate, rutting your hips up with his movements as your toes began to curl inside your shoes.

“Yes!” You cried out, your words muffled from his grip on your face, “I’m all yours.” You promised, sentencing yourself to do whatever he wanted. He groaned lowly, the sound traveling across your core and up through your body. You were a whimpering mess, begging for more as his tip hit your g-spot with each movement.

"What would your pretty boyfriend say?" Billy licked across his lips, watching you with a smirk, "I wonder if he knows how big of a whore his little girlfriend?" His words didn't even make you feel guilty, it excited you more than anything.

"Be so mad," You breathed out between your loud moans, "You fuck me so good." You whimpered as his hand rapped lightly across your cheek again before he pulled away from your face completely. You were desperately trying to move up against him in awe.

“Fuck,” Billy cursed softly as he squeezed his fingers tighter across your ankle, “You look so pretty being fucked like the dumb whore you are.” Billy praised as he moved his free hand up and pinched your sensitive nipples. You cried out, rolling your hips in awe.

“Gonna cum.” You whined as he pried your legs further apart and kept the same brutal pace, his cock pressing into your bundle of nerves repeatedly as you squeezed around his throbbing cock. Your body curled as your stomach muscles clenched together, your body sprawled towards him. You came with a loud cry, your eyes slamming shut in pure bliss as you shook around him.

“Good little slut,” Billy grunted lowly, his hips stalling as he rutted into you. A wad of spit landed across your cheek and the corner of your mouth and you sighed in bliss, licking the part you could reach away, “Holy fuck.” Billy cursed, squeezing your ankle and pressing into you harshly as he pumped you full of his warm cum. You whimpered, thinking about how this was something you never let Steve do.

It took you a moment to regain your breath as you stared into the bright lights of the ceiling, trying to erase the guilt that was forming in your chest. You didn’t want to think about how bad you’d feel about it later, when you felt so good now. A small laugh left your mouth as you looked back at the golden boy that was resting between your legs.

“Messy little, bitch,” Billy cursed as he pulled his cock from your wet cunt. You whimpered at the sensation of him pulling out, “Clean up your mess.” He tapped his drenched cock against your plump lips, smearing the mixture of you two across your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to open your mouth again as he pushed his softening cock inside. You wasted no time bobbing your head as you licked away the liquid from his cock.

“Was I good?” You weren’t sure what it was about him that left you in this state. You felt like you were degrading yourself, just for a small chance that you would get his approval. He smirked at you, moving his hand away from your face as he nodded in approval. Pride swelled inside your chest as you moved closer towards him.

“Always so good,” He promised as he traced his finger across the curve of your face. You leaned up a bit, trying to get a better look at him as he traced his finger across your lips, “You can keep a little secret, can’t you?” He was referencing Steve and you nodded your head slowly, knowing it was completely and utterly wrong. It was like you were unable to think for yourself with Billy involved.

“Yes,” You breathed out slowly, staring at his plump lips and wishing for the chance to kiss him, “It’ll be our little secret.” You sealed it with a promise as you tried to convince yourself that it wouldn’t hurt Steve. If he didn’t know, it couldn’t hurt him.

He squatted down in front of your messy form, wiping a line of drool from the corner of your mouth, “I want you to go back to him, all full of my come and have him fuck you,” His eyes trailed over your surprised expression, “Let me know if he tastes my come inside you.”

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It was like Billy got off on trying to do things better than Steve. Any time Steve did anything remotely nice or romantic for you, Billy degraded you even more. He’d push you onto your knees in the bathroom, force your mouth around his cock while he snapped the stems from the roses that Steve had gotten for you.

It was a dangerous game that the two of you were playing. No matter how wrong it was, you couldn’t convince yourself to stop. You enjoyed it too much. Billy would degrade you in the most horrible way and you’d crawl your way to Steve, who would place gentle kisses across your face for comfort. He had no idea what you were actually doing. It made you feel guilty.

“You look happier than usual,” Steve said casually one afternoon. His head was resting on your lap, and you were playing with his hair as you thought about how Billy had just had you on your hands and knees in the back of his car. You looked down at your boyfriend stunned, “Is something going on?” You forced up a smile, hiding your nerves.

“No, just happy that we’re back together.” You lied, trying to ignore the guilt that was eating away at your chest. Steve looked up at you unsure, his brown eyes searching your face for anything that you might be hiding.

“You’re sure?” You nodded your head, doing whatever you could do to convince him that everything was fine. You bent your head low and pressed a gentle kiss against the tip of his nose.

“That’s cute,” The voice in the doorway surprised you, as you turned with widened eyes. Your movements froze as your whole body stiffened in surprise. You glanced towards Steve, finding yourself stammering as you looked back towards the blue-eyed boy, “Very romantic.” Billy’s voice sounded dry as he watched the two of you. Steve sat up slowly and you feared things were about to get very bad.

“What are you doing here?” You sent Billy a look, urging him to think of some excuse and leave. You knew that you had told him you’d be with Steve later. You didn’t understand why he thought he could just show up here, unannounced.

“I invited him,” Steve rolled his shoulders as he glanced towards you, “I wanted him to show me what you like.” He mumbled under his breath, almost sounding embarrassed. He stared at you, ignoring the laugh that the blonde sends him.

“He doesn’t know how to fuck, in otherwards,” Billy pulled off his jacket, tossing it the side of the floor without another word as your heart sped up in your chest. You were still staring in Steve’s blue eyes, not quite understanding what he meant, “Are you going to undress her or not? I have better things I could be doing.” Billy grumbled out. Steve finally turned to look at him, appearing to be irritated.

“Can you shut up?” Steve rolled his eyes before he looked at you again, “You don’t seem that happy with me the way that you were with him. I just, I want to know how to please you.” His soft brown eyes made you feel bad. But you nodded your head slowly, too turned on by the idea to stop it.

Steve undressed you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he exposed you to the chill air in your bedroom. Your heart was hammering fast as you watched him slowly remove his clothes. You forced yourself to keep from looking at Billy, knowing that is who you truly wanted to see. Billy loomed in behind you, his warm air tickling your skin as he moved in close.

“Don’t kiss her,” Steve grunted as he laid back down on the bed. You glanced down at his long, hardening cock before you looked back at his flushed face, “She’s not yours.” He grumbled and you bit back a grin at the words. Billy’s hands lingered against your sides as he leaned forward. You could feel his dick pressing up against you as he held onto your waist, watching the other boy with a pleased look on his face.

“Trust me,” Billy’s words were thick and raw as he spoke, “I won’t do anything to upset you, Pretty Boy.” Your stomach curled when he leaned forward and spit on the side of Steve’s face. The brown eyed boy looked up in disgust.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Steve went to wipe the spit from his cheek, but Billy stopped him just as fast, gripping his wrist as Steve watched him with confused brown eyes. Billy smirked at you, motioning you towards him. You crossed over Steve’s lap gently, licking Billy’s spit away from where it landed on his chin and down to his neck. Steve exhaled softly, his chest rising rapidly in the way that it did when he was excited. His warm brown eyes never left your face, watching you with interest.

“She’s a needy little slut, isn’t she?” Billy gripped the back of your neck, pulling you back against his chest and looking at you with a cocky grin. His thick fingers caressed over your soft face, looking at you full of lust while Steve shifted underneath you, “Gonna teach you how to fuck her like she deserves.” Billy’s blue eyes wandered over to Steve’s irritated face.

“I know how to fuck her.” Steve looked almost offended as he watched the two of you. Billy snorted, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip as he squeezed your face in his large hands.

“Not like I do,” Billy replaced his thumb with his tongue, flicking across your lips softly. You moaned, letting your tongue brush against his, “Come on, man. It’ll be fun.” Billy looked down at Steve, smirking softly. You turned your eyes slowly, looking at Steve’s widened eyes.

“Sure,” He was staring intensely at you, his hands tracing up your curves, “I guess.” Steve mumbled under his breath, ignoring the look that the blonde boy was giving him. Billy scooted you up on Steve’s lap, spreading your legs wide as he situated himself behind you. Your heart was pounding, and you wondered if you were really going to let Billy defile you in front of your boyfriend.

"Look how wet she is," You gasped as Billy ran his thick fingers across your wet folds. You jerked your hips forward at the motion, gaining a laugh from the boy behind you. Steve groaned softly as he traced his hands up your thighs, "Do you think it's from you or I?" Billy teased the brunette boy as he circled his thumb across your clit.

"You better shut up," Steve exhaled, ignoring Billy as he looked up at you. He squeezed your hips softly, drawing your eyes back to him, "Just get on with it." He mumbled, shifting underneath you.

"It'll be fun," You grinned at the brown eyed boy, stroking your fingertips against his skin, "Trust me." You bent forward, pressing your lips against Steve's slowly. He reciprocated quickly, moving his lips against yours urgently. You sighed softly against his mouth, just beginning to enjoy it when Billy pulled you away.

“Just relax,” Billy traced his large hands over your curves, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. He gripped his dick in his hand, pumping it softly before he was pushing his tip inside of your wet hole. You sighed, closing your eyes to hide your boyfriend’s shocked expression. You held onto Steve’s shoulders, pushing yourself back onto Billy’s thick cock, “Look at how desperate she is for my cock, Pretty Boy.” You could hear the smirk in Billy’s words as he smacked your ass hard before he squeezed your soft flesh in his hand. You squealed softly at the sensation.

“It'd be better if you'd shut up,” Steve grumbled, and you peeked your eyes open slowly to look down at him. He was watching you in wonder, his brown eyes drinking in every detail of pleasure on your features. You giggled softly, feeling Steve’s hard cock brushing against your thigh, “You’re beautiful.” He mumbled out as he watched you. You began to reach between his legs, searching for his long cock.

Billy took a hold of your neck, jerking you away from Steve as he dragged you along the curve of his dick. You moaned, feeling every vein and pulse that left his thick cock. Your nails dug into Steve’s skin as Billy held you in place, licking the side of your neck and up towards your face. Your walls were fluttering around him, and you could feel yourself squeezing around him, “Look how responsive she is.” Billy grunted as he squeezed your neck softly, momentarily cutting off your air flow. Steve groaned from underneath you.

“Wanna feel,” He mumbled as he reached between your legs, pumping his hard cock in his hand. He rubbed his tip against your clit, causing you to squeal as Billy thrusted into you harder. You whimpered, thinking about being stretched by the both of them, “Looks so good.” Steve breathed out, staring at your wet cunt.

“Her slutty little pussy can take it,” Billy smirked, smacking the side of your cheek, “Can’t you?” He grunted in your ear, moving his hands down to squeeze your hips. The sounds of you two were echoing off the walls and you nodded your head quickly.

“Yes,” You sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of Steve’s tip tapping against your clit as Billy began to stall his movements, “Want it bad.” You confirmed as you looked down at Steve with a serious look in your eyes. He groaned softly, sliding his tip down slowly towards your entrance.

“I don’t know if it’ll fit.” He mumbled after a second. Billy moved his face away from yours, leaning down to grip Steve’s cock. You froze, staring in awe as he pushed the brunette’s tip inside of your fluttering walls. Steve was staring up at him, a dark look passing over his features.

“We’ll make it fit,” Billy smiled teasingly as he watched your reaction, slowly pushing Steve inside of you with him. You whined at the burn from the stretch, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned back against Billy, trying to adjust yourself to the feeling of the two of them inside you, “Atta girl.” Billy praised, pressing a messy kiss against the corner of your mouth.

“Oh my god,” You whined at the feeling of being stuffed so full, “Oh fuck.” You leaned forward, your head falling against Steve’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. He grunted softly, pushing upwards to fill in you. You squeaked softly as Billy gripped your hips again, slowly building up the pace he had before.

“Fuck,” Steve cursed out, desperately pulling your face towards him as he kissed you sloppily. Your mouth was hanging open in bliss and your cunt sang in harmony with their movements. You were sure you hadn’t ever felt so good before, “So good, so fucking good.” Steve grunted, interlocking your fingers together and squeezing.

It was like a game between the two of them, each of them was trying to see who could make you moan the loudest, who could be the one to come last. You were a whining mess, your legs shaking and resembling what you would think jello would feel like. Each time one boy pulled slightly out then the other pushed inside of you deeper, searching for the bundle of nerves inside of you.

Billy wrapped his large hand around your face, squeezing hard as he forced you to look at him, “Does it feel good baby?” His minty breath swam around your hot face. You nodded pathetically, your jaw aching from the way he was squeezing your jaw.

“So good,” You cried out pathetically as you rolled your hips, enjoying the sensation of being so filled. You could feel ever drag of their cocks, every soft movement, “Feels so good.” You repeated dumbly as he let go of your face, moving you back towards Steve as he smacked your backside again.

You were a mewling mess, unsure of how to move your hips to gain more pleasure inside of you. Your whole body felt on fire, constantly filled with pleasure from the way that the two boys were now moving together. As one pulled out, the other one was inside you and hitting the same deep spots that had your toes curling. Drool was falling from your lips and onto Steve’s chest from the delight that was filling your body.

“Gonna,” You breathed out hard, finding it difficult to catch your breath, “Gonna come.” You were finally about to speak. Billy grunted from behind you, dragging your hips back towards him as he continued to hit that same spot inside of you. Steve was thrusting up hard, his fingers gripping against your thighs as he searched for his high.

You cried as you came, thick hot tears were rolling down your face as you shook around the two of them. Your whole body was trembling, and Billy held onto your waist tightly to keep you from collapsing entirely. He licked at your wet tears, his sounds of pleasure vibrating across your skin as he did so.

“Fuck,” Steve huffed as he quickly pulled away, pumping himself hard in his hand as he released his thick fluid across your thighs and stomach. You whined as you watched the way his mouth opened in pleasure, “So fucking good.” He praised, his eyes glancing up towards you.

Billy’s hands wrapped around your neck again, gripping you back so you could face him. You stared at the curve of his face and admired the freckles on his cheeks. His lips parted as he groaned, squeezing at your neck as he emptied inside of you. You moaned out softly, feeling your mixture dripping down onto Steve.

"Little slut," Billy tsked, smacking the side of your ass. You yelped as he pushed in deeply one last time before he pulled himself out. You trembled as he reached forward, wiping away some of Steve's spunk from your stomach and pushing it between your lips, "Such a messy little bitch."

"Don't call her that," Steve breathed out hard, his eyes moving from your blissed out face to Billy's, "She's not one." Billy smirked, smacking your backside again.

"Whatever you say," Billy smirked softly, holding his hands up in defense. You stared at Billy for another moment, before Steve was pulling you towards him, "She likes it anyways." Steve ignored him as he traced his hands up your sides. You looked at Billy again, admiring his toned muscles as you caught your breath.

“You came inside,” Steve scowled as he glanced towards Billy. He was pulling you against him, rubbing his long fingers against your shaking form as you tried to calm yourself down from your very intense orgasm, “That wasn’t part of the rules.” Billy smiled and shrugged, not looking like he regretted anything as he moved towards the edge of his bed. You wondered how many other rules he had broken.

“Maybe I’ll see you around.” Billy sent you a wink as he dressed himself again. You did your best not to stare at his toned body as Steve’s arms wrapped around you once again.

“Fuck you,” Steve’s voice was short as he caressed his thumb across your skin, “This was a one-time thing. It’s never happening again.” You hoped he couldn’t feel the way your heart was beating inside of your chest. You watched Billy for another second, realizing that your boyfriend still had no idea about what was happening between you and the other boy. A sly smile pressed against your lips, deciding you could keep your own little secret.

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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You Never Shut Up about Steve || Billy Hargrove x Reader

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Reader; Minor Steve Harrington x Reader

Universe: Stranger Things

Summary: You had a big ol' crush on Steve, but it started to fade as your friendship grew with the one and only Billy Hargrove. Max found out that Billy was in love with you and came up with a scheme to settle your crushes once and for all.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, Possessive!Billy

A/N: I am absolutely and completely in a rabbit hole right now; instead of a rabbit hole that leads to Wonderland, as it does for Alice, it is a rabbit hole with Steve, Billy, and Eddie waiting at the bottom of a dirt slide. Needless to say, I’m not going to be out of this fixation for a long while (thanks autism), so if you want Billy Hargrove content, I will give you Billy Hargrove content. I love your request anon, I hope you enjoy this one-shot <3

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Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve. All you did was talk about Steve fucking Harrington. Billy was getting pissed just thinking about it. You were a sweet girl in his math class. He instantly charmed his way into your life as one of your friends, but he couldn’t get past your crush. You had a crush on Steve Harrington, his archenemy. This crush had been going on longer than you had known Billy. He couldn’t understand it. Steve Harrington was nothing compared to him. Billy was hotter, more popular, and could hold his alcohol way better… and yet, here you were, leaning against his car, and drooling over Steve from a distance.

Billy thought that you were gorgeous from the moment he laid eyes on you. He knew you were the one for him. He switched into your math class after a week of being in a different one and every night he thanked the stars the guidance counselor had put him in your class. He just couldn’t wrap his head around your crush on Steve. The motherfucker didn’t even give you the time of day most days. Billy didn’t understand why you would still be pining after Steve when he was right there next to you. He watched as your expression dropped. It was like all the life had been sucked out of you. He followed your gaze to Steve; the lanky ex-king was standing near his car, his hands were awkwardly by his sides. His ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend were talking to him about something; Billy could only take a wild guess as to what. He was smiling at his ex like he had all the love in the world to give, even though she clearly did not feel the same way about him. Billy looked back at you; it looked like Steve had stomped on your heart. Your shoulders were hunched and your eyes looked heavy. “Ugh… Nancy Wheeler…” you mumbled. “What does she have that I don’t?”

What does Steve have that I don’t? Billy wondered. “She’s got nothing on you, Doll.” It was a bold statement, but he believed it with his whole heart. You raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes. “What? I mean it. Nancy’s something else, but she’s nothing compared to you. Steve’s an idiot if he doesn’t see that.”

You tossed him a soft smile. “Thanks, Billy. I appreciate it. Though, Nancy’s with Jonathan now, Steve only seems to have eyes for her.”

God, I would do anything to see her smile all the time. “Anything for you, Doll. Don’t give another thought to Steve. He doesn’t deserve you at this point.”

“You two are disgusting,” Max said as she approached the Camaro. “Just confess you’re in love and make out already.”

Billy glared at her, but she glared right back. Ever since the day at the Byers’ house, they had a deeper understanding of each other. Billy stayed out of her friendships, relationships, and honestly, her entire life for the most part now. It wouldn’t be long before school ended for the year and he wouldn’t really be seeing her at all. Max now also had confirmation that Billy was in love with you. While completely high out of his mind on Will’s medications, Billy confessed. Max had known it already, but now she had heard it from Billy’s mouth. She wouldn’t let him live it down and he was starting to get really sick of it. His relationship with his step-sister was getting better; he could feel himself becoming a better person overall. Between you and the fight with Steve, he realized his shittiness. He was working on it a lot. Now if Max could just stop being so goddamn relentless in her efforts to get you to realize his crush– “Max!” It was all he could manage. His cheeks were dusted with a light red color. She smirked and you giggled. Billy relaxed a little bit when he heard that sound. Max scooted past you and chucked herself into the backseat of the Camaro. Billy opened the driver’s door and grimaced at her. “Little Shit…” He swore under his breath.

“I only speak the truth, Billy.” Her smirk never faded.

Billy was cursing under his breath again and moved to the passenger side door, to stand next to you. You had started to stare off into the distance again. You were still watching Steve and Nancy. He huffed. “Come on, Y/n. Let’s get you home. You got here early today didn’t you?”

You tore your eyes away from the couple as Billy opened his car door for you. “Yeah… I did.” You hopped into the passenger seat and Billy shut the door behind you. He looked back toward Steve’s car. Steve was now just talking to Nancy. Jonathan was walking back toward his car. The whole group of them were strange and confusing to Billy. He understood nothing of their friendships or why they all still talked. The rumor was that Nancy cheated on Steve. You were trying so hard to get Steve’s attention all the time. How could he not see it?

He shot an angry look toward Steve. Nancy had pointed out his staring, though he didn’t much care what either of them thought of him. He headed back to the driver’s side door and hopped into his car. He smiled at you. “Do you guys want to stop for milkshakes on the way home?” Max smiled excitedly and he saw it from the rearview mirror. He looked toward you. “So that’s a yes from Max, what about you Y/n.”

You shrugged. It was a content shrug though. Your features were finally relaxed and you were focused entirely on Billy. “Sure, why the hell not.”

| < ♥️ > |

It was almost the last day of school and Billy still felt like he hadn’t made progress on asking you out. You spent almost all your time between classes and during free periods together, but you still seemed hung up on Steve. After your talk over the Camaro, you seemed to calm down some with your crush. Billy thought that maybe, just maybe, you were starting to angle your affection toward him. Steve proved his theory wrong, though, during the last real week before exams. The forming king of Hawkins complimented your outfit one day in the hall. Billy was standing next to you; you were both leaning against the lockers. You were wearing one of his band t-shirts and just about the cutest skirt he had ever seen. It took everything in him not to actually drool when he saw you that morning.

While you were talking at the lockers, he had finally convinced himself it was worth a shot to ask you on a date. He was about to ask when Steve cut in. “Damn, Y/n. You are looking good today.”

You blushed wildly. “Thanks, Steve! See you at the practice game later!”

“I’ll win just for you, Beautiful.”

Billy just about killed him. His angry glare didn’t go unnoticed by Steve, but Harrington just seemed to brush it off. After that little interaction, you didn’t say anything to Billy about him, but Hargrove could just tell that you were thinking about Steve fucking Harrington.

| < ♥️ > |

When it came time for that practice game, of course, Billy and Steve were on opposite teams. Steve smiled at you when you walked in and sat down on the bleachers. Billy didn’t look at you, he felt like he couldn’t. You were honestly a little hurt by Billy’s lack of noticing you, but you just thought he was focusing on the game ahead of him. A lot of people were just hanging around in the gym because classes were pretty much over for the year. Teachers were giving study halls instead of reviewing so students were all over the place.

You had settled on watching the game because of Billy, not because of Steve. Of course, you had a crush on Steve for a very long time, but he never showed interest in you. It absolutely crushed you when he started dating Nancy and you felt awful for him when you found out Nancy had, in fact, cheated on him with Jonathan Byers. However, over the course of your friendship with Billy, your platonic feelings turned into romantic ones. You never in a million years thought he would be into you though. You were much nerdier than the girls he usually dated. You just thought he wanted a real friend. You gave him real friendship and your heart began to ache because of both him and Steve. Two hot guys that you thought were completely out of your league? Way more soul-crushing than one hot guy you thought was out of your league. You were absolutely shocked when Steve made the flirtatious comment to you that morning, completely stunned. He had never shown interest in you before and it was just confusing your feelings more. Though, you didn’t speak of this to Billy or any of your other friends. You weren’t sure what Steve’s intentions were, but you promised Billy that you would watch him play in this game, and by God, you were going to keep that promise.

It was only halftime when the coach pulled Billy out of the game. He had been acting incredibly rough toward everyone on the other team, but especially toward Steve. The coach called a time-out and told him to go cool off. He looked briefly at you before heading completely out of the gym. Before you even really thought about what you were doing, you got up and ran after him. He was still making his way down the hall when you called out to him. “Billy? Billy stop!” Your voice was like music to his ears and he froze in his place until you caught up to him.

He turned around to face you and tossed you a sour look. “What’s gotten into you?”

He scoffed. “Why do you care? Just go back to the game and watch your precious Steve.”

You were used to him sometimes getting an attitude, so you did your best not to let it phase you. Though, inside, your head started spinning. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He rolled his eyes. “You know what it means, Y/n! You never shut up about Steve and it seems like he’s interested in you now that Wheeler’s dumped him, so why don’t you go back to the gym and stop worrying about me?”

A smirk worked its way onto your face as you connected the dots. “Oh my god…”

“What? Stop smiling like that!”

“You’re fucking jealous! You’re jealous because you think I’d choose to date Steve over you, isn’t that right, Billy?” Your smirk had turned into a full-blown grin. “Can I tell you a secret, Hargrove?” You took another step toward him and gently grabbed one of his hands with yours. “Yes, I’ve had a crush on Steve, you know that. However, what you don’t know is that I have been crushing on you for a little while now and just had no idea how to fucking tell you. Steve’s behavior this morning caught me completely off guard, but I know that he doesn’t really want me, if he did, he would have never dated Nancy. I want to be with someone where I’m their first choice and they’re mine. I don’t know if I’m your first choice, Billy, but you’ve totally become mine. I thought–”

You were cut off by Billy’s hand grabbing your cheek roughly and his lips colliding with yours. You let go of his hand and threw your hands in his hair. Billy was in heaven at that moment. You absolutely tasted like heaven. He really didn’t give a shit if you still had any sort of feelings toward Steve. You said he was your first choice, and he was willing to kiss you until you felt like he was your first and only choice. He backed you up against the lockers without his lips ever leaving yours. Your hands were still deep in his hair and he was loving every second of attention that he was getting. He felt like you were finally giving him your attention, the attention he thought he deserved from the beginning. You pulled your head back slightly and Billy moved his free hand down to your waist. Your lips were puffy and your chest was heaving. You gave him a dull smile and a low chuckle escaped his throat. “Darling, you have been my first choice since the moment I met you and I am so glad that you finally admitted to yourself that you were into me more than Steve, I’ll treat you so good you’ll forget he ever existed.”

You moved your hand back to his cheek. He leaned into the motion. It made your heart swell. “You should have said something a long time ago.”

“I was watching for you, Doll.”

“Glad you lovebirds finally figured it out!”

Both your heads snapped in the direction of the voice. Back toward the gym doors, there stood Max. She had been the one that called out to you. Next to her, was a kid you both recognized as Dustin; and low and behold, Steve fucking Harrington.

They were all smiling brightly at you as if Max had not killed the moment. “Sorry about that Billy. Y/n you do look great today, in a completely friendly way, but Max and Dustin asked me to help move along your confessions.”

You laughed as Billy puffed out his cheeks in frustration. “Oh, I am absolutely going to kill all of you!”

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buckyhad · 2 years

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On the road

wc: 1674

pairing: Soft!Dark!Billy Hargrove x fem!reader, mentions of Steve Harrington

tw: dub-con, non-con (just for safety), voyeurism (Steve Harrington), public sex, breeding kink, toxic relationship (I think that’s it).

I had like the principal idea for this but while writing it turned totally different, so I hope yall like it, also english it's not my first language so any correction it’s welcome.

Billy met Y/N when he was 18; she was 15 and Max's friend.

He immediately feels in love with her, or what he thinks its love, in his weird ass concept of loving someone who isn't him.

He made sure that everyone in the town knew that she was his, so of course no boy came near her.

When Y/N was 16 Billy started to give her flowers, he was 19 so of course he wasn't going to take her on a date, he still wanted to hook up with other girls, again, weird ass concept of loving.

Y/N turned 17 and Billy decided that it was time to win her mother's heart, so he brought flowers to her mom, and a little car to her brother, her dad wasn't around so it was even easier.

Her mom was fascinated with him, who wouldn't? I mean, he was tall, and charming and has the prettiest hair in the town.

When Y/N turned 18 Billy went crazy, it wasnt even her birthday when he was knocking the door to finally kiss her and took her on their first real date to a restaurant in the center of the town.

Of course everyone was shocked, Billy Hargrove finally setting with a girl? It's not something you see every day.

Their first year went amazing and filled with love.

She has her first time with him, of course he made sure no lame boy touched her, she was his, and he was going to make sure she was his in every aspect.

And thats when everything started to go down the hill.

Billy was angry or drunk almost every day.

He was mad when she talked to another boy, it didn't matter that it was because she was working, he would get angry at her and scream how much of a whore she was. And after that he always hate fucked her. So of course she loved to make him angry.

She decided to quit her job after a while.

And Y/N wasn't that behind him either, while he works at the pool, she sits beside him to make sure neither of those old bitches, as she liked to call them while fighting with him, looked at her boyfriend.

He has been angry with her, but nothing like that day.

He fucking humillated her.

And she loved it.

Its was a hot day and Y/N wanted an ice cream, so she went to the best ice cream shop in Hawkins, first mistake, Steve worked there.

Billy hated Steve, he said it was his worst enemy.

Actually, Steve didn't do shit to him, but anyways, after a few punches, Billy hated him even more.

Y/N entered the shop to order an ice cream, and there was Steve, in his blue uniform, Y/N sighed, praying that Billy didn't see her. She wasn't in the mood to fight with him today.

Billy liked to fuck Y/N in every single place, so she always wore the prettiest little skirts, just like she was doing while shopping.

— Hey Steve!.— she cheered. Steve looked around looking for her crazy boyfriend, sighing happily when he wasn't there.

— Good evening, Y/N.— Y/N and Steve where friends before Billy, he was always with her friend group, almost babysitting them as he says, (actually he loves them a lot) so for him it was really sad seeing one of her kids being in such a toxic relationship.

— I would like a cone please, strawberry ice cream.— she smiled.

— Right away.— He said.

And she never got to eat her ice cream, because there was Billy, driving his blue camaro, stoping when he saw her. Cursing God when her prayer didn't work.

She knew what was coming next, so she smiled at Steve with an apologetic smile.

Billy entered the shop stomping towards her and Steve frowned watching the scene in front of him, and got closer to her just in case, with her cone in hand.

— Here you go, than... —

— I told you to dont fucking speak to him, are you dumb or just too horny to care?.— Billy talked throught his teeth.

— Dont talk to her like that.— Steve tried to interfere

— Its none of your damn bussines.— Billy responded without looking at him.

— I'm just buying something to eat, fuck off.— she stated rolling her eyes.

— Wait in the car.— Billy said to her while looking at Steve.

Y/N handed Steve the money while grabbing her cone and skippin towards the car.

Billy entered the car, not even looking at her.

— Do you want some?.— she said liking her candy.

— Are you dumb? Im serious, I FUCKING TOLD YOU DON'T TALK TO HIM!.— he smacked the steering wheel in between his last four words —Don't roll your eyes at me.— he whispered the last part while grabbing her ice cream and throwing it out the window.

— WHAT THE FUCK IT'S WRONG WITH YOU?.— She screamed and looked at him gasping.

— With me? What it's wrong with me? WHAT ITS WRONG WITH YOU, being a fucking slut all the damn time with every single boy you see.— Billy was driving like a mad man at this point.

— I was literally just buying something to eat, you are crazy, really crazy.—

— You want to be a whore?.— Billy stopped abruptly the car at one side of the road — All right, i'm gonna treat you like one, get out of the car.—

— What? I'm no... —

— It sounded like I was fucking asking? Get out of the car.—

Y/N did as he said, expecting to be left there, but Billy also got out of the camaro and that's when she felt real panic.

— What are you doing?.— she asked shaking a little bit.

— Hands on the hood, and i'm not going to ask you twice.—

Y/N placed both of her hands on the hood and felt her boyfriend standing behind her.

— You know who drives through this road to go to his home? That's right, your little friend Steve. — he said while placing his hand on the back of her neck and pushing her so all her upper body was on top of the car, and leanded to keep talking to her.

— Stop, you're really scaring me.—

— There is no reason to feel scared sugar, you're really going to enjoy while I fuck your brain out in here.— Y/N felt a cold run through her spine, already ashamed of the wet feeling in between her legs.

— No, let go of me, i'm deadass serious.— she wiggle trying to scape him when she started to feel Billy pulling down her underwear.

—Watch your mouth.— he hissed —You know which it's the best part? Steve's shift is over in 5 minutes, so he is probably going to see you get fucked.— he let out a mocking laugh.

— Billy, please, you can fuck me all you want when we get home, please.— she heard the sound of his jean opening.

— I love when you beg me like that, just get me even more horny.—.

Billy let his dick spring out of his boxers, already fully hard with the idea of fucking her girlfriend raw in the middle of the road, and he was even more excited to show Steve that Y/N only belongs to him.

He spitted on his free hand and fisted his cock, tucking at it a little bit preparing himself.

Y/N was still shaking, with shame and anticipation.

He lifted her skirt a little bit, and prodded his tip on her pussy, spreading her wetness and his spit.

— God, always so tight for me.— he said after fully pushing inside her.

He thrusted his hips at a slow pace, and lifted his head when he heard another car, smirking when he recognized it.

— Look who it is sweetcheeks, your friend, say hi to him.— he grabbed her hair making Y/N arch her back and look at Steve, who stopped when he saw Billy. Y/N was just moaning really low while her eyes rolled in her skull.

— What the fuck are you doing? This is fucking illegal Hargrove.— Steve shouted.

— Yeah? Well, too bad, I just couldn't resist my girl you know. Yes, you probably know, because you love to flirt with her.— he powered up his pace making Y/N moan louder.

— You are really sick man, you really are.—

— Im not the one watching his friend get fucked and getting a fucking boner.— he chuckled.

— He is right Stevie, you are real... fuck, really enjoying this.— Y/N talked for the first time in a while. — Fuck i'm going to cum, Billy, please.—. Her boyfriend reached his hand to her front, rubbing her clit.

Steve was just mesmerized with the sight in front of him, frozen in place watching his friend cum.

— Oh dear God, fuck, Billy so good.— he fucked her throuhg her high, overstimulating her — No more, too much, stop.—

— You wanna see me cum too Steve?.— Billy was really getting off in showing power over his girl. — Wanna see me breed her? Cum inside her? Because i'm gonna put a fucking baby inside her, because she is fucking mine.—. Y/N almost screamed while her second orgasm of the evening hit her after Billy talked about putting a baby in her.

— Oh man you really are crazy.— Steve whispered loud enough for them to hear.

Billy came inside her after a few more thrusts, gasping while grabbing Y/N face to give her a depp kiss. Steve was still standing there, horny and shocked, not knowing what to do.

— You can already leave to go touch yourself Steve. Don't talk about this with anyone.— Y/N laughed a little to ease the tension.

— Yeah, yeah, of course.— he rushed inside his car and left as fast as he could.

— Put your underwear back on, and don't stain my car.— Billy tucked himself back in his jeans. — You did really well sugar, I love you so much.— he hugged and kissed his girl.

— I love you too.—.

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IM SORRY BILLY x READER x STEVE? 👀 now Ellie… I don’t think I’d be able to handle that without going absolutely rabid… All that man? Up in here? My ovaries will burst. You wouldn’t want that to happen would you?

eheh......HEH. getting squished between two big hunks of man. Billy's all touchy and is so into PDA because he wants to show you off, but Steve is really sweet and very overprotective, so while they clash all the time, you're always smothered in love and affection by one or the other in pretty much every way possible. the things that Steve is too nervous to ask you or try on you Billy will do himself, and the more intimate, genuine feelings that Billy struggles to express Steve will translate so you understand.

but regardless, they're on each other's nerves constantly. the sight of the two of them going all pro wrestling match in the living room is not an uncommon sight, whether it's to settle a dispute or just to get some of that testosterone-fuelled aggression out of their systems. Billy usually wins, but Steve usually gets your sympathies afterwards, so it's both win-win and lose-lose for both of them.

also.....the bedroom. Billy's love languages are flirtation, affection, and sex, so you'll be run ragged in the best way when he's showing you some love. music blasting and a cigarette smoldering in the ash tray by the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall, Billy's necklace chain swinging back against his sweaty chest as he thrusts--these are all the telltale signs that he's in a lovey-dovey mood. and while Steve might get a little moody because Billy loves to flaunt the fact that he's pretty stellar in the bedroom, your preppy boyfriend is sweet and gentle in a way that Billy isn't. his kisses are slow, deep, his touches draw out those sounds from you that you find embarrassing, but he finds absolutely addictive. he drags out the lovemaking for hours at a time, swapping a quick, satisfying, rough fuck for a session of making love that drills those words "I love you", "you're so beautiful", and "I want you so badly" into your head so deep they'll never be wedged out, words that Billy has a hard time saying sincerely without hiding behind that faux-confident persona. mmnnngh. so much man ♡♡

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy x reader x steve #billy hargrove x reader x steve harrington #st 4 #spicy writing #ellie writes #anons

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasn’t long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought he’d see her that way.

Movie Night

I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.

wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him 😭)

Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.

You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isn’t what Steve wants, it isn’t what he desires, it isn’t what he always dreamed about.

But it’s not that perfection they want from you, oh no. It’s not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and you’ve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, it’s almost impossible because of them.

So yes, you knew people didn’t want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.

When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother… Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.

And that sets your fate.

Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents aren’t home… You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine.

It doesn’t help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and she’s not even always with you because she is Nancy’s Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and it’s the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didn’t participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.

You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.

Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again.

You knew that he wanted to take Steve’s position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what you’ve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.

And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and you’re fine with that.

You’re fine.

“Hey, can you believe that guy?” Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. “If he takes away my captainship in the team, I will– Dad will fucking cut my head off.”

“That’s what you get for following his dreams from day one.” You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.

“I have my own dreams. I don’t follow his.” You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this.

“Maybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.” You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside.

You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHS’s tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because it’s just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility.

Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.

Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.

After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.

He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night… And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.

He stands up to grab the blanket that’s over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside?

You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.

Billy Hargrove.

Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billy’s eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.

“The fuck you looking at Harrington?” You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.” His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. “Who’s staring now?”

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.” You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.

“Well, off you go.” He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.

“I came here first. You go.” You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.

“No, I always come here at lunchtime, it’s my place.”

“Well, that’s lonely as fuck.” You know that. You fucking know that, he doesn’t need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.

“Fine, take it for today.” You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you weren’t judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.

“Wait.” You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. “You can stay here if you don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.”

Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you don’t actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed.

It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didn’t seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.

“Why do you eat here?” He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.

“Why were you crying?”

“Touché.” You gave a nod in understanding. You weren’t going to talk to him if he wasn’t going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.

“If you’re here it means you didn’t eat. Basketball players need food.” You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.

“What the fuck is in this?” He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.

“Mustard and pickle sandwich.”

He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life… Though, it wasn’t. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasn’t at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.

“You’re fucking kidding…” You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.

“I am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.” You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.

“What, girls can’t fart Hargrove?” He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.

“I didn’t say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.” At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldn’t hit your face.

“God, I really don’t pay attention to shit like that.” You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.

“What do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.” He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.

“I often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, S’mores.” You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.

“By yourself?” And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.

“I– I have to go.” You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didn’t need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didn’t need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.

You didn’t need more reminders.

So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heather’s party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. It’s stupid, you both don’t talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.

Sweet popcorn was today’s choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.

You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasn’t he at Heather’s party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.

“What the fuck are you doing here Billy!” You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.

“By that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, I’m fucking freezing.” He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house.

“Party was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.” He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.

“You– I don’t need your pity.” You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.” He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. “So, what are we watching?”

A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, that’s what he gets for barging in your house.

Yet–

“I fucking hated Duckie.” You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. “What?”

“I just… I didn’t think you like this genre of movies.” You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.

“I never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and they’re interesting.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.

“You’re in for a ride.”

Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancy’s for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancy’s for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.

“I don’t drink…” You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you.

“Daily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.” You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.

“Disgusting.” You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.

“It’s an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.” You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didn’t know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesn’t know you.

So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and you’re happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.

“What did you bring?” You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. “The terminator?”

“Classic sweetheart, it’s an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.” You didn’t want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.

News flash, you didn’t like it.

“Why are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!” You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.

“That’s what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.” He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. “You know why I come here often?”

You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness.

“Because parties now bore you?” You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.

“You help me distract myself.” He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. “The day you saw me crying… I was actually afraid.”

“What?”

“My father… Let’s just say he has– a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it… I’m just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.” You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.

“Billy–”

“And you… I tried to be mean to you… And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.” His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. “I couldn’t be mean to you… With you I can— I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage it– I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest.

“Well, I am glad I could help in some way… My house is always open for you Billy.” His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.

“Can I kiss you?”

What?

There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you.

“W-Why would you want to kiss me?” And Billy’s features turned into saddened ones at your words. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.

“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.

“I– I never–” You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didn’t realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“I ask you again… Can I kiss you?” And you finally give him a nod. You weren’t going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. “They were just going to get in the way.”

You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it… But he never wanted someone as much as he’s been wanting you.

His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?

The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you… He wasn’t going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him.

He wants to take care of you.

He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one another’s in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.

“You okay?” You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. “Sorry baby, but I need more.”

He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didn’t even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.

The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You really can’t believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesn’t make sense that he looked your way, it doesn’t make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself.

Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He can’t go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didn’t want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.

The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house… Now, worst case scenario–

“What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.

“Steve–” You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.

“Get the fuck off my sister.” You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.

“I don’t think she wants me to leave.” Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.

“You have to leave!” You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billy’s eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.

“Taking fucking advantage of my sister is something I won’t take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!”

“Shit, Harrington– Fucking listen for a second–” Steve’s baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.

“I’ll talk to him, you go.” You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesn’t walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.

“When I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?” You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.

“I am his friend! I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and he wasn’t taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!” You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.

“The first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?” Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steve’s blind rage.

“He even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes–”

“God, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?” He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.

“Why? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?” You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.

“Yes, and I don’t think you are dumb enough to not see that.” He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billy’s persona, in Billy’s actions, in his rivalry with him… And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.

“Okay…” Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body.

“That wasn’t what I meant– Hey, listen to me, I really didn’t mean it to sound like that–” But you weren’t listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.

He didn’t mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didn’t mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesn’t know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didn’t ask anymore, just accepted that he wasn’t going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party.

This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didn’t even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his father’s approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didn’t notice how your parents didn’t ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was ‘As she should.’

He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day.

He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesn’t know how to even make it up to you. He doesn’t know if he even can.

So the next day, when you didn’t come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But it’s what he deserves for what he did to you.

Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadn’t seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didn’t even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didn’t care.

But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billy’s eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.

“Harrington. Get off my fucking car.” He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.

“I fucked up.” At that Billy’s eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left.

While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didn’t have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didn’t have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense.

You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesn’t sound real.

So maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.

His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.

“Steve, what happened?” Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.

“I deserved it.” He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldn’t help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs.

“What… Did you…?” You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billy’s injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.

“I sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.” You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. “Though I have to say… Your brother does care for you.” You scoff at that.

“Right. Like he cared for me the past two years.” You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.

“He knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip… And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.” He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didn’t want physical harm to come to him.

“Don’t punch him again… Please.” You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.

“Do you really believe what he said to you that night?” He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.

“I– After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.” You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat.

“How can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationships…” For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. “But I wanna try that with you.”

Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.

“I think… The first step would be a date…” You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.

“I have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.” He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.

“I am not watching an action movie on our first date!” He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another.

“Oh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?” You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.

“Don’t act like you don’t like those movies Hargrove.” At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.

“I might have a thing for romance.” His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachother’s breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.

“Don’t fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.” You both heard Steve’s voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.

“I am punching him again.” Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.

“My turn.”

A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.

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Y'all literally write fanfics like you're men. How is it that in your own fantasy world, you're not getting pleasure from it? With every reader x character, it's you pleasuring the character. Women write fanfics like how men view porn.

You're so feminist that even in your own fantasies, you think that you are ugly and that this character would never want you. So unless they're degrading, using, and beating you. That's the only true way you think that they could ever desire you.

I'm not even going to get started on the of-age-reader x underage characters because if I need to tell you why that's wrong, you need to be put on a watch list.

#eddie munson x reader #sukuna x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #arthur morgan x reader #levi ackerman x reader #billy hargrove x reader #tony stark x reader #leon kennedy x reader #john marston x reader #jjk x reader #f!reader #steve harrington x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #geto suguru x reader

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anisas-nonsense · 2 years

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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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Lipstick Stains

Billy Hargrove x Harrington FemReader

Summary: There has been some new gossip floating through Hawkins High. The gossip being that Billy has a lipstick stain that just so happens to match a certain girl's iconic shade.

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You were a Harrington. You had a certain standing that you had to keep cause of the expectations of your parents. One of those expectations were not making out with Billy Hargrove in his car in the back of the school parking lot during lunch. But your parents were never home so you didn't really give a damn.

"Billy we have to go back into the school at some point." You said releasing your lips from his. As you tried to pull back he pulled you in for another quick kiss.

"Oh come on, we don't have to." He smirked to you.

"Listen Mr. Bad Boy, I know you don't like school but I have a test." You said to him. He gave you a small pout at your response to which you just laughed at him. "You also messed up my lipstick." You said as you flipped the visor down to use the mirror to reapply your dark red lipstick.

"That's not the only thing I can mess up." He joked. You just gave him the look, he knew the look. It didn't need a name.

"Well Hargrove I have to get going." You brought yourself close to kiss his neck then up to the apple of his freckled cheeks. You collected you things to go back into the school before the bell. Before you shut the door you look back at Billy to see the two kiss marks that you left on him. You just smiled at him.

"Love ya, see you later." You said then shut the door to go to the school.

Billy continued with his day like usual. Thinking that nothing would go out of the ordinary. He knew he was hot shit so people were staring at him as perusal but he didn't know what they were staring at. In each class he had stares his way, to which he had to tell some off for looking too long.

"Nice job man." Tommy Hagan laughed as he patted his back. Billy was just confused about what he was talking about but he continued as nothing was wrong. The bell rang through the halls to signal that the school day was over. Billy made his way to the doors top the parking lot to leave when he saw a certain Steve Harrington staring him down from his locker.

"You got a problem Harrington?" He asked.

"Yeah, not with you though." Steve replied slamming his locker shut to go find a certain sister of his. Billy didn't know that, he was just confused and thought nothing of it. He finally was able to make it to his Camaro to wait for Max. Students around him were still looking at him. Some girls looking in distaste, not at him but at the kiss marks on his cheeks. Some guys were just laugh in congrats to him. Billy just wanted to get the hell out and get Max home so he can go see his girlfriend. Billy looked over to see a certain red head making her way over to his car.

"Get in shit-bird, I got places to be." He said as he got in the drivers seat while Max got in the passenger seat. She just stared at him, more than she would usually. Which is not at all. Billy glanced at her a few times.

"What?" He asked annoyed with her staring.

"What's on your face?" She asked. Billy was confused until he thought back to lunch. He grabbed his sun visor to look himself in the mirror to see the two kiss marks on him. Just as he thought, one on his cheek and the other on his neck. He just laughed what he was looking at.

"Well that explains a Lot." He sighed starting his car to drive away.

Later that day Billy was able to make it to the Harrington house hold. Instead of parking down the street, he parked in the driveway. Instead of climbing through the window of his girlfriends bedroom, he simply knocked the front door of her house. Which, unfortunately, the other Harrington answered. He and Steve just stared at one another for a moment.

"Hargrove."

"Harrington."

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you know why exactly I'm here, or you don't."

"I do know why you're here." Steve stated sternly.

"Then tell me, why am I here?" Billy gabbed at him with a smirk playing on his face.

"Can you guys stop having a dick measuring contest for once." Your voice was heard in a very much over it tone. "Get out of here Steve."

"But-" You stopped him from continuing.

"Eh, I don't wanna hear any more then I already have. You're being a Buttface." You sassed at him. "Now I would like to talk to my boyfriend."

Steve just rolled his eyes and sighed. Walking away from his enemy and his sister in the same door way. You turn your head back to Billy with a grin on your face.

"So what are you doing here, handsome."

"Well, I am here to see my girlfriend that I have to have a small chat about." His voice going a slight octave lower. Something that you loved.

"And what do you have to chat about?" You stilled teased at him.

"Well I made out with this gorgeous woman at lunch, and after I thought my day would go by like usual. But I had people staring at me all day. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror to find that the exact pretty girl I was kissing left some marks on me." He explained to you. "Now I am at said pretty girls house to get a reason why she did that."

"Well I think she just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, if you ask me."

"Well as much as I love that, I think I would love to have some fun with her right now."

"Well you'er gonna have to wait on that, handsome." You said." Big Bro ain't to happy with me, I've been getting an ear full for the past hour."

"I can wait." He reassured. "I will always wait for you, gorgeous." You just smiled at him and dragged him into your house.

"Is he staying long?" Steve's distant voice was heard.

"Shut up Steve." You yelled out to him. "Like I said, ear full all day."

You and Billy just laughed at the situation. But at least you both can enjoy each others company in the end.

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I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it is short. I know I haven't been to active, writing wise, lately. I'm trying to get through school right now.

I will try to get more out for Boots and Trumpets, and Practically Magic later.

Thank you for reading.

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healing

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 5,445

warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??

a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333

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November 1985

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”

Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.

“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.

She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”

The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”

Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.

“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”

Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.

“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”

Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.

It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.

You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.

Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.

But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.

There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.

Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.

You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”

He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.

When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”

He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”

You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.

“You have work today?”

Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.

Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.

“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”

You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”

The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.

“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.

The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.

“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.

“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.

“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.

Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.

Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.

“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”

Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.

Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.

He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.

You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.

He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.

When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.

Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.

He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.

“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?” “Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.

“Besides what?”

You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.

Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.

“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.

“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”

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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.

Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.

She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.

Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”

You and Billy.

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room.

Sharing a bed.

Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.

“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.

“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”

That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”

You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?

“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”

He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”

He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.

“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”

You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.

“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.

You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”

Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

You nod your head, and try to move back from him.

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”

Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.

“Really?”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.

And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.

“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”

“Mhm. Thought so.”

This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.

When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.

You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.

You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.

Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.

“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.

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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”

Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.

“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”

“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.

He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.

Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.

He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”

“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”

“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.

“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”

You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.

You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.

The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.

It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.

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You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.

You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.

He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.

When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.

You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.

He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.

“C’mere then.”

You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”

“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”

“Billy.”

“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.

Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.

He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”

“Yeah.”

Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”

“Yes.”

He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.

Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.

He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.

“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.

“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.

It’s just me.

“Do they hurt at all?”

Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.

“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”

You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.

He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Goodnight, baby.”

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When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.

Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.

You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.

Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.

Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.

You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.

“Sleep okay?” she asks.

“Mhm. You?”

“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”

You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.

“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”

You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”

“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”

You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”

“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.

“Oh my god.”

“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”

“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.

“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”

Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”

He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.

“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”

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Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.

It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.

It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.

You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.

“Okay.”

He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.

“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”

“I understand, Billy.”

You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.

“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.

“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”

He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.

Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.

When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.

He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.

“You motherfucker!”

You get him back, and he’s laughing.

Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.

You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.

“Billy!”

“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.

You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.

When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.

“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.

He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.

He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.

Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.

It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.

When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.

Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.”

There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.

He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”

And you’d do it again.

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.

You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.

He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before.

And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.

You’re healing him. You.

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me reading my asks this morning:

not mad about it but oh my lord 👀😀🔥

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #supernatural #strangers things #dean winchester #steve harrington my beloved #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove my beloved #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader x steve #eddie x steve #steddie #steve x billy #billy x reader x steve #harringrove

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Steve, Billy and Eddie’s reactions to you calling them daddy in bed.

a/n: Steve and Billy join the party! Been thinking hard about this so I had to put it into words and share a quick blurb for each boy. I'll happily do more for other characters if anyone wants that!

Steve:

“Oh fuck baby, just like that” Steve moans loudly, his slick brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead like a gorgeous halo. “God you feel so good” he groans, head thrown back and eyebrows knitted in pleasure. You were presently on Steve laps, riding him in slow, deliberate bounces. Steve’s hands are on your hips, guiding your movements and worshipping your curves before gliding his hands up your waist and then to your breasts.

“Perfect tits” Steve moans as his lidded eyes run over your body, marvelling at the masterpiece that was you riding him. You begin to bounce faster on his lap and he throws his head back with a loud groan, snapping his own hips up to meet yours. You stop your movements as Steve picks up his pace and fucks you from below, hands back on your hips and digging in gently as he pounds you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up. “You like that baby?” Steve coos, licking his lips as he looks into your blissed out eyes.

“Yes I love it daddy” you moan out, hips stuttering as you try and grind against him. Steve would lose it at this, choking out a groan at how abrupt and hot it was. You try to hide your eyes with your hands shyly but Steve pulls them away and pins them tightly behind your back with one of his hands.

“Say that again” he says desperately, chest heaving from his heavy breaths. His eyes burned into yours, glowing with desire and begging you to say it again. You swallow and look up at him with doe eyes, prompting him to take your chin in his hand and ghost his lips against yours as he repeats his words.

“I-I said that I love it, daddy” you say quietly, biting your lip as you eye the gorgeous man in front of you.

“Good girl” Steve coos, stroking your cheek and planting a soft kiss on your lips as he starts bucking his hips back up into you. He moans breathily as he feels you clench around him as you get close, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles to push you over the edge.

“Cum around daddy’s dick baby.”

Billy:

Billy loves fucking you in missionary, getting to see the cockdrunk look on your face as he pounds you senseless and watches you shake under him. But more so he loves to get to see your legs splayed for him, and watch his cock slide in and out of your glistening little cunt. He loves to watch you try to take him as he completely destroys you. Billy had your legs up on his shoulders, folded against your chest as he fucked you relentlessly. His pace impossibly hard, spurred on by your loud mewls and the tears slipping past your eyes.

“Aw can you not take my cock baby?” Billy teases into your ear, licking the shell of it as he keeps up his fast pace. “Is it too big for your pretty pussy?” he asks in a strained voice, grunting as you clench around him. You moan loudly, blissed out and cock dumb, legs shaking as you feel yourself getting close again.

“No daddy!” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with wide eyes. Billy lets out a loud growl as the words spill past your lips, stopping his movements with a hard thrust and keeping his cock buried in your cunt, his hand wrapping around your throat to make you look at him.

“What was that, princess?” Billy asks darkly, voice laced with venom. “You shouldn’t have said that” he whispers into your face, grinding his hips into yours and pushing his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, whimpering as his hand squeezes your neck just a little harder. Suddenly you’re being picked up and flipped around, gasping as he puts you on your hands and knees, roughly forcing your face down into the mattress as he slides back into you.

“Now daddy’s going to have to ruin this little pussy” he spits, muscles flexing as your cunt clenches around him.

His hands quickly find your ass, grabbing the flesh roughly as he slams back into you, watching your ass bounce against him. He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red handprint in its wake as he drives into you. You can only grip the bedsheets and babble nonsense as Billy fucks you through another orgasm, the cruel glint in his eyes letting you know this wouldn’t be your last.

Eddie:

Eddie would get a lot more kinky the more he gets comfortable with his partner, especially if you’re kinky too. Once he’s used to fucking you, which he never quite feels like he is because boy does he get pussy drunk the second he sees your pussy let alone sinks into the tight warmth of it, you’ll get to see just how dominant he can be depending on his mood. This was one of those nights and Eddie had you in his handcuffs, chained between the bed frame so you can’t squirm away from him. He’d have eaten you out until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to fuck you, shamelessly grinding his hard cock against the mattress at your noises and the sweet taste of you. Eddie then begins to tease your slit and slowly pushes a finger into your tight heat, so slowly that you moan in frustration and shake your hands to try and free yourself.

“Not so fast princess” Eddie teases with a tut, wagging his finger at you. You let out a groan and arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed in need of more friction. Eddie pushes your hips down harshly and latches his lips back onto your clit as he works a second finger into you, making your toes curl as you mewl.

“Please just fuck me daddy” you whine desperately, mouth opening before you could think. Eddie moans into your cunt, devilish eyes glinting at your from between your legs as he hears what you’d said. He leans up on his elbows and wipes his chin with the back of his hand, smirking dangerously at you, as thought he’d just found out something incredibly amusing.

“Daddy, huh?” Eddie hums, eyes not wavering from your pink cheeks and fucked out expression, “Now that I wasn’t expecting.” He sits up on his knees, slowly pulling his pants down his legs and letting his cock spring free, revelling in the mewls you let out once he’s exposed to you. He loves it when you get all flustered for him, pumping his cock in his fist while you whine and desperately buck your hips in the hopes of getting some friction. He oh so teasingly presses the tip of his cock to your pussy, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him, still uselessly trying to free your hands from their constraints.

“You want daddy to stretch you out with his cock?” He asks in mock sympathy, tucking your hair behind your hand ear as you nod frantically, tears practically forming in your eyes from how badly you need him. Eddie smirks at your submission, licking his lips and throwing his head back in pleasure as he begins to sink into you.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy baby, so tight.”

#Steve Harrington #billy hargrove #Eddie Munson #Steve harrington smut #billy Hargrove smut #Eddie Munson smut #Steve harrington x reader #billy Hargrove x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #Steve harrington x you #billy Hargrove x you #Eddie Munson x you #stranger things smut #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagines

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medium-rare-bimbo · 9 months

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Faster than light thoughts

♡Masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

May contain stepcest, age gap, dubcon dark content

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♡dark!!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!!!!!! Imagine being his object of affection, the one he devotes his followers life to <3<3 did someone say virgin! Reader ?? 👁👁 yes me I did. He takes your virginity as a ritual, there are people surrounding your bed as he takes what's his, telling you that this is what needs to be done so you can ascend into a higher being

♡ chrissy, nancy, robin sleepover where they teach virgin! reader how to cum. Youd be so embarrassed to admit it :(( but that's okay they tell you its completely natural and to go at your own pace and not every boy is going to make you cum. Boys are useless! When you shamefully tell them that you've never EVER cum and that you havent even had your first kiss, they assure it that it's okay and robin offers to teach you <3 naturally you end up with your back against her chest and her fingers in your cunt, you had gotten fuzzy a while ago and everyone was fawning over you pretty pussy. They all take turns in fingering you and tasting you, you have the best sleep you've ever had ♡♡♡

♡ being fucked with a beer bottle <3 would be with either eddie or billy, they'd laugh at you while you cry about how gross it is

♡ cucking Jason <3 what better way to get back at your bully than fucking his girlfriend, chrissy deserves her tits in my mouth

♡ stealing their shirts so you can put it on a pillow and hump it later !!!!!

♡ making you squirt infront of people!! Maybe billy, thinking he gets an ego boost after it. Or eddie think he would let everyone have a go of making you squirt <3 such a sweetheart

♡ hopper catching you working at a strip club then blackmailing you after you beg for him not to tell anyone <3 he makes you fuck yourself dumb on his cock then mocks you when your legs go numb

♡ bimbo! crybaby! Reader getting her clit pinched after she gets bratty

♡ hybrid reader!! Hybrid reader !!! Hybrid reader!!!!!! Bunny! Puppy! Kitty! Cow! Bird! Bear! Lamb! Mouse!! SO MANY THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!

♡ I think steve would like a kitty, all pretty and only exists for the purpose of looking good and being a hole to stuff <3<3 spoil me so much !!!! Or maybe a puppy, gets to leash me up and make me choke on his cock maybe breed me

♡ eddie would like a bunny, a soft little thing that can keep up with his fat loads of cum, or maybe a kitty who does nothing but lay there and mewl for his cum <3 he just wants a little dumb thing he can corrupt

♡ hopper likes the puppy because old grumpy men and puppies are soul mates!!! Hed be so strict but I'd love him for it !!! Make me feel so special 👁👁 piss kink with hopper x untrained puppygirl reader 👁👁 smoking a cigar while you cock warm him I'm all gooey inside

♡ I think billy would definitely be into cow hybrids 👁👁 cuz like hes the bull of Hawkins and I think he needs a little breeding cow and on milky titz to sucky suck👁👁 shy lil thing that follows him around

♡ robin would like a bird because they're so quiet and pretty!! Just so nice to look at and she would definitely love it when you try to groom her makes her feel so special!!! Or when you coo as shes eating you out omg !! loves how soft your lil wings are !!!

♡ nancy definitely be into puppygirls<3<3 I think shed love to just do whatever she pleases especially when you take everything she gives you, you're so obedient and eager to please her !!!!!!!!!

♡ argyle? Definitely a cow orr maybe a mouse, just wants someone whose soft and warm. Would let you sit on his cock while he smokes, all the praises !!! Stroke your pretty little thighs and pet your ears sucky sucky on those titties

♡ my sick little freak Jonathan? The original perv? Bear. Just something that lays there all pretty and soft, let's him take pictures!! His fav are when you're lying in the sun and he pulls your underwear to the side to see your pussy <3

♡ what if hybrid! boy/girlfriend !!!!!!

♡ AAAA WOLF EDDIE AND BUNNY READER IM GAGGING CHOKING NOT BREATHING, him wearing a muzzle!!! Spikey collar that leaves scratches in my thighs

♡ wolf steve and puppy reader 👁👁 wants to get you full of pups, all hairy and warm treats you so well<3 hunts you the biggest deer he can find just so he can prove how much of a good mate he is

♡ bear hopper x bunny reader <3<3 so big and warm so strong and smart he has to protect his little dumb cocksleeve, let's you have all the blankets for your nest!!! Soothes you when you cry because hes so big and doesnt fit in it :(( but its okay because he likes being pressed against you so tightly

♡ bull billy and cow reader !!! Hes so mean at first!! Always huffing and grunting at you making you think he hates you </3 makes all the others bully you because hes the alpha and whatever he says goes until some dumb new bulls start showing interest in HIS shy submissive mate he gets into so many fights!! Hates that they think they can have you >:00 YOURE HIS >:((( sneaks into your separated room (because everyone is so mean and the farmer cant have their pretty little Hefner sad) just so he can mark you as his. would 100% let's you touch his horns, but only you >:((

♡ dont get me started on heats and ruts

♡ breed me so good!!!! I'm going feral possibly even insane

♡ joyce + hopper with puppygirl!!! Makes my heart all gooey and gross, joyce would spoil you so much!!! Give you extra rewards and treats when you behave or when hop is being grumpy and strict! Definitely would stuff you with toys and make you lick them clean

♡ step dad! hopper digging out a bullet vibrator from his bimbo Step daughter after she gets it stuck inside her because shes so dumb </3

♡ brothers bestfriend/dealer! Eddie corrupting naive! Innocent! Virgin! Reader, him waiting for your roommate to arrive and he gets to know you so well

♡ scumbag! Stepbrother! Jonathan x innocent! Reader. making you sit on his lap, he blows smoke into your face all the time :((((( makes your eyes tear up and forget about his boner that hes rocking against your clothed cunt!! Dont get me started on his Best friend perv! Argyle who is soooo nice to you but only so he can feel you up close against him

♡ theres a belt that has a lighter attached to it omg imagine eddie using it to light the blunt in your mouth omfg I'm going insane right now

♡ mean! eddie making his artist! Girlfriend draw porn only so he can cum on it and ruin it :(((

♡ being the new secretary at the police station and befriending hopper through your husband. Staying late one night, you and hop start talking which leads to you complaining to him about struggling to have a baby and how you're so worried that you may not be able too, he assures you that theres nothing wrong and even offers to help, your husband is oblivious when you become pregnant, he doesnt even bat an eye when the baby comes out huge (giant genes jim hopper ♡♡)

♡ argyle becoming a masseuse and getting a bit too handsy with his favourite client <3<3 his hands are amazing with pizza dough they would be amazing with my ass <3

♡ would I let Vecna absolutely destroy me? Yes I'm not a coward, I want his claws to make my hips bleed is that too much to ask? "BuT nYmPH hES UgLy aND scARY" and I'm horny so what

♡ you know those baby dolls that you have to take care of for like a week? Imagine being forced to take care of one with whoever, unfortunately it unlocks their breeding kink and they cant get the thought of you and their baby out of their head so it's only natural for them to stuff you full

♡ serial killer! eddie escaping from prison and hiding in your house!! Somehow convincing him to let you live by saying you'll cook him meals and clean him up, he forces you to be his housewife until you're no longer useful to him but once he gets his cock in your sweet tiny little hole he cant stand the thought of you being harmed. When the cops arrive to search your house he takes you with him because he cant just leave his personal fleshlight behind

♡ argyle fucking the new delivery girl, he drives you to the houses because there were too many complaints about him being high </3 but that's okay because your cute little face gets extra tips and he doesnt mind staying in the car especially when your skirt flips up as you climb off the seat. Would let you ride him after you come to the car all teary eyed after you get yelled at by a mean customer who wanted a new pizza

♡ perv! Robin, nancy and chrissy convincing innocent! Reader to try on new clothes infront of them, they assure you that you dont need to change in the bathroom because "they're all girls" they grope you claiming that they're "just making sure it fits right" they then make you try on some underwear that would look sooo cute on you. You think nothing of it until you're stood infront if them and you feel vibrations coming from the fabric pressing directly to your clit, but dont worry chrissy makes sure to catch you as your legs struggle to hold yourself up plus shes holding your hands <3<3 and robin is being so sweet and 'fixing you bra' while telling you how pretty you are, nancy is the sweetest however as she reaches down to help you with false concern, rubbing your clit "trying to make it stop"

♡ hopper x fairy! Nymph esc! Reader !!! He finds you in the forest and takes you back to his cabin because a little thing like you shoudlnt be out here all alone >:(( You're so curious of this big strong creature that took you with them that you follow them around like a puppy, so he shouldnt have been so shocked when you wondered into the bathroom and watched him while he showered, as much as he tried to shoo you away it was hopeless which is why he invited you to join him. Definitely not a ploy to see you naked

♡ want 001 to gaslight me while his cock tears me in two!! "It doesn't hurt that bad, you were made to hold my children how can you give birth if you cant take my cock?"

♡ steve x bimbo reader <3 he thinks you're so dumb and hes looking at you in shock most of the time because how can anyone be that stupid? But he doesnt mind because you're his housewife and he loves that you make him feel all gooey inside, you cook him meals and bake him desserts you're so good with the kids and dustin adores with his moms new girlfriend. When you come home from babysitting with eyes watering about how you have "baby fever" and how you "cant wait to have a baby of your own" he obviously takes the opportunity to help you, he cant have his favourite girl sad now

♡ joyce and karen getting wine drink with reader, they all start talking about how awful their husbands are in bed (let's pretend hopper isnt with joyce ♡) and how they're never satisfied luckily you've bought some new sex toys and because you're so generous you cant help but share with your best friends

♡ 001 being in charge of you at the facility means he watches you do everything, sleep, eat, shower, exist, all of it. Hes all you've ever known and it feels so natural for you to come to him about the ache between your legs

♡ the way I would suck the soul out of this man

♡ dark! Reader being absolutely infatuated with mr Phil Callahan after you gets arrested at a house party, you're always getting In trouble just so you can see him not even hoppers huge cock can make you behave, you want HIM. Thankfully callahan is a good man, a good citizen who would do anything to help someone in need, so when your bent over begging him to fuck you he cant refuse, he doesnt question how you got into his house or how you knew where he lived. Your pussy is worth it <3

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