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Oh Bucky you’re so fine <3

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Avenger!afab!reader, daddy kink, smooth talkin big lover boy era Bucky, banging in concerning places, confessions of feelings, pnv!sex, v!fingering, Big Dick Bucky Barnes, alcohol consumption, Thor’s Super Mead, the reader is IN THE TRENCHES down bad

A/N: Oh here we go again random Bucky smut aggressive as hell

Bucky was too hot for his own good. The idiot didn’t even realize he was sex on legs, hiding his beautiful body away under long sleeves and jeans at all times. You could appreciate the skinny jeans at least, often ogling his thick thighs around the tower.

You were down bad. Clint and Natasha thought it was hilarious how you watched him like a lovesick puppy. The archer would elbow you, teasing, “Careful someone might trip over your tongue hanging out.” They weren’t wrong.

Bucky was so oblivious though. He would play back with your flirting, shooting a million dollar smile and batting your shoulder but that was the extent. He had this five foot thick concrete wall around anything past flirty banter. You needed more, honest to god needed it. Your clit was raw from the amount of times you’d rubbed yourself to completion over the super soldier.

Currently your eyes were fixated on his thighs spread around a barstool. Barnes had been convinced by you to come out for once. Minus a couple of familiar faces, most of the Avengers were in this packed club. Thor was making Bucky take the rest of his Asgardian alcohol. Your lips quirked up— the shit had gotten Steve drunk as a skunk one time. He had the original serum too.

Maybe a little liquid courage would break down the brunettes barrier. You gulped down the rest of your own lemondrop and straightened your skirt. It was leather and way too short, but a girl has to get dick somewhere. Even though the puny men didn’t add up to Bucky in your mind. You knew he could put it down, there was no way the man didn’t have a huge dick. Two enhanced individuals in bed, the thought made your pussy throb.

Bucky’s delicate nose scrunched up as he chugged down the rest of the mead. Thor laughed maniacally, slapping the former assassin’s broad back. Bucky coughed, “Jesus Christ! The hell you make that with?”

Thor smiled enigmatically, “Tis’ a secret, soldier of winter!”

Clint’s annoying whine disrupted your watching.

“C’monnnn you can’t watch him all night! Take a shot and get after Barnes, sheesh!”

Bucky’s blue eyes flickered over to you and the bowman, a quizzical look on his flushed face. You turned to Clint, narrowing your eyes and hissing, “Shut the fuck up!” Barnes’ eyes made a scan over your body before he turned back to the blonde god. Clint guffawed and led you over to the opposite side of the bar, ordering vodka.

You whispered, “Does my hair look okay? I don’t look like too slutty right?”

Clint eyed you amusedly, deadpanning, “If you two don’t stop eye-fucking and do something about it I will. You look fine.”

You rolled your eyes, catching the shot slid over by Clint and downing it. You breathed out harshly at the burn, working yourself up to approach Bucky. Nodding at Clint, you walked over to him. As a former agent of SHIELD, you could do the deed. But the nerves were still there.

Bucky smiled down at you, cheeks pleasantly warm and his eyes slightly glossed. He must be tipsy. The brunette rumbled, “Whatcha’ been doing? Besides getting dragged around by asshole?” You blurted out, “Watching you.”

Oh Christ on a stick. Why did you do that?

Bucky’s wide smile fell a bit, his pupils darkening at your wide eyes. He raised a thick brow and intoned, “Is that right?” You stammered and blushed, looking down in embarrassment. “I-I oh god, y-yeah I’ve been staring you down.” A gloved hand tilted your chin up, Bucky gazing intensely. You fought to hide a whimper at the gentle touch.

He purred, “Been watching ya’ too, just begging to be looked at with those legs and that ass.” His other palm came down on your ass with a rough squeeze, pulling you into his broad chest. Bucky continued, “Been thinkin’ about sliding this skimpy shit up and seeing what little scrap you had on underneath.” His warm breath fanned over your gaping lips.

You were utterly struck, two seconds from getting down and worshipping Bucky’s cock under the bar. Whining softly you pressed your tits against him and pled, “Please! Want you to, got all dressed up for you Buck.” He smirked in that lopsided way of his and pressed full lips to yours. Faintly from afar it sounded as if Sam and Clint were cheering.

“Ya’ need it that bad huh? I oughta wine and dine my favorite baby avenger first,” he pecked your wet lips again, “But I don’t think I can wait, sweetheart.”

Your knees went weak at his pet name, the super soldier holding you upright with his grip on your cheek. Bucky chuckled softly, sharing more kisses with you. You lapped at his tongue, whimpering like the neediest slut. Smaller hands clenched into the leather of Bucky’s jacket, holding on for dear life. You couldn’t believe this was real life.

Was is that easy all along?

You blanched at realizing you spoke your thoughts aloud.

“Baby, I’ve been wanting you since your cute self walked into the compound,” Bucky admitted with a shy glance.

You suckled on his bottom lip and pulled back, frantically begging, “Bucky- shit! I need you to fuck me right now or I’m going to die!” He laughed again, eyes growing even darker with lust. He leaned down to nip your earlobe, purring in that old Brooklyn accent, “C’mon then sugar.” On shaky legs you gripped his hand and half-ran to the women’s bathroom. As horny as you were, the men’s was out of the equation.

Bucky slammed and locked the door behind you two. When he turned to you, you felt like a little bunny about to get eaten alive. No wonder people thought he was so scary. That glare was something else, thick brows furrowing, eyes penetrating your soul.

The former assassin grabbed you under the ass, slamming you on the counter, hungry lips sucking down your neck. Bucky hummed between marks, “Fuck you’re so hot, perfect angel.” You hiked up your skirt frantically, spreading your thighs to wrap around Buck. “No you,” you gushed. He moaned against your skin, peeling off his gloves in the process.

You ripped off your tight top, tits falling out under the fluorescent light. Bucky inhaled sharply, flesh fingers crawling under your thong. He snapped it against your hip, earning a pretty cry. The brunette rumbled, “You plan on wearing nothing hm baby?” You nodded and sloppily took Bucky’s mouth again, tongues intertwining. His cooler metallic hand pinched and twisted at one of your nipples, you whining and squirming in place.

With a tear, Bucky ripped off your slinky thong, stuffing the wet underwear in his pocket. Fucking menace. You complained, “Touch me p-please, m’so wet for you.” He smirked again, palming your sensitive breasts teasingly. Bucky murmured, “Yeah? I can smell it pretty girl, all soaked for me. Fuck!”

Your back arched painfully when fingers swiped through your copious slick. He drove two thick digits into your pussy, eliciting a loud squelch. He curled up into your g-spot, biting on his lip, eyes glossed over. You shook and chanted his name, fucking onto Buck’s perfect fingers. He groaned, “Yeah, that’s it, needy baby.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, c’mon Buck, please!”

Your frantic hands unbuckled him, almost crying from sheer need. Bucky shushed your carrying on, kisses driving you silly. You took his cock out and begged again, “Shit- Bucky, wan’ you to fuck me from behind, treat me rough da- Buck.” His blues almost rolled back from your near slip. You shoved your face into his thick neck to escape the embarrassment, leaking all over him.

Bucky growled, “Yeah? Need me to fuck you? Take you like a slut, Daddy’s girl want that?”

You cried out like a woman possessed, “Please! Please please please!” It was the only word you could utter at the moment. Bucky flipped you over, shoving you face down on the shitty countertop. The bulb above you blinked but shone on, bathing you two in a strange bluish light.

You gazed at yourself in the mirror, breath hitching at your debauched state. Smudged eyeliner, ruined lips, hair sticking up, and the dark bruises littering your neck. Bucky murmured nonsense into your cheek, rutting his thick cock against your slickened pussy. He was disheveled himself, muttering, “Fuck babydoll, gonna make me blow too fast.”

“C’mon daddy,” you whined.

Bucky’s gasped when he shoved his length into your cunt, both hands flying to your hips. You gripped onto the counter, eyes rolling up, moaning about ‘daddy’. He thrust into you in forceful movements, hips clapping into your ass. Someone knocked on the door, Bucky hollering, “Fuck off!”

You whimpered and shook under his assault, big cock splitting you wide open. Bucky panted, “S’good, babygirl is squeezin’ daddy s’good.” His big hands engulfed your waist, snapping your smaller frame onto his cock. You wailed, “Love your cock daddy, needed you s’bad!” He grinned and nuzzled into your sweaty nape, cock still pounding against your sweet spot and cervix.

“Yeah? You think my old crazy ass is hot?”

You babbled deliriously, breath hitching, “Uh! Huh! You’re so- god! Fucking hot! Not- ohmygodbuck! crazy.” Bucky kissed your shoulder, grunting, “But I’m still old.” You shook your head and continued, “Fuck daddy! Like you being older, s’good!” Your legs were shaking from his rough thrusts, pussy abnormally soaked.

Your eyes met his own in the mirror, you whining pathetic and desperate for the older man. Bucky wrapped a big hand around your neck and pulled you flush to his firm body. Still snapping his hips in debilitating jerks he rasped, “Such a dirty girl.” You agreed with him, succumbing to the mind boggling pleasure.

“You gonna cum on my cock babydoll?,” he cooed.

“Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!”

You cried and slammed your hands down on the counter, gushing on Bucky’s cock. He slurred out low curses, lashes fluttering. Meanwhile you spasmed and twitched around him, vision going dark for a second. You sobbed out Bucky and Daddy interchangeably, tears sliding down your cheeks. His cock was coaxing another out of you quickly.

Bucky begged, “One more, one more, c’mon sweetheart.”

His warmed metal fingers pinched and played with your clit, sending you up into another climax. You cried and seized up harder this time, hoarse guttural groans wracking your frame. Bucky’s hips jolted deep into your pussy, tip firmly nudging the bump. Your name left his swollen lips in a adorable whimper, nose scrunching up and mouth hanging wide open.

He gritted, “Can I come inside?”

You begged him to, feeling like you’d die if he didn’t.

Bucky’s baby blues rolled up.

You sucked in harsh breaths at Bucky’s hot cum painting your insides. He grunted and moaned softly through his climax, praising you so very sweet. He slipped out and turned your head to capture your bitten lips again. Both of you sensually kissed in slow, heady movements. He murmured, “S’pretty sweetheart. Think you wanna come snuggle with me after a shower or somethin’?”

You nodded dumbly, hand bracing itself on one of Bucky’s killer thighs. Lapping into his mouth another time you cradled a stubbled cheek. Satiation seeped out of your pores, picking up on Bucky’s saccharine emotions. “Yeah. I’d like that a lot. Can we get a shower first?”

He chuckled, “Careful whatcha’ wish for, babygirl.”

Oh you were downright ruined you were so down bad now. But now you could say Buck might feel the same, practically purring and rubbing against your sore body like a big cat. He murmured, “Pretty baby, good baby, what am I gonna do with you?”

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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I could fix her..

AN: Idk, i saw this post, and it just came to my mind. Also watching a shitload of Shameless lately, maybe thats in it too.:D

Minors do not interact!

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GIF by killer-queen101

You tutored Billy. That was how you two became friends. Somewhat of friends at least. You weren't on the "to be bullied" list of his. That's gotta count for something.

You were a little genius, but you made him promise he wouldn't tell anybody of you tutoring him. What would being good hearted and smart do to your fame huh? You were the ice queen of Hawkin's High. Never in a relationship, but getting everyone you wanted. Playing a bit then on to the next. Sure, some would call you a whore, all the girls hated you. But you ran the place, and that was enough.

In your previous school you tried having friends and it never turned out well. With the move you finally had the chance to reinvent yourself. SO this is how you got to the slutty metalhead phase. Body to kill for, untouchable. And man.. did you love it.

There was a party at lover's lake, of course multiple guys invited you. They followed you around like lost puppies. On the other side of the fire Billy smirked watching you. When your eyes met his he lifted his beer to send you a little - cheers - winking as you smirked back to him sipping your beer.

Nancy and Steve at beside Billy so he heard Nancy say - gosh so fucking slutty. i don't know what they see in her. She wasn't always like this you know..My parent's are friends with hers, and they told us that she was mommy's angel where they lived before... - Steve just scoffed and took a sip from his beer. Of course he wanted you too. Everyone wants what they cannot have, and sure as hell nobody got you.

-I could fix her... - Billy said as he was smirking at you still. At this point you stood up kissing one of the boys next to you while you looked into your friend's eye, before you walked up to him hopping in his lap as you took his cigarette from his mouth to smoke some. His hand went to your waist supporting you. He could tell you were drunk already.

-What's up Billy boy? See something you like? - you flirted before chuckling.

-Mommy's princess is drunk ain't she? Want me to take you home?

You scoffed before you took a handful of the collar of his shirt to lift him up, noses nearly touching.

-That depends, your home or mine?

He sighed before clenching his jaw. You were playing a dangerous game, and he wasn't one to pass on it. He bearely opened his door before you stopped ridding him of his clothes. He grabbed your wrists, stopping you. As he slowly hauled you closer, as you giggled.

-What? - you asked.

He just got a hold of your face with both hands, kissing you passionately as you both devoured eachother. The next morning he woke up alone.

The day after he saw you in school flirting with the captain of the football team near the bleachers.

-Didn't really look fixed. - Steve said to Billy laughing while they smoked.

Billy clenched his jaw and powerwalked to you, taking your chin into his hand, forcing you to look at him.

-If i fuck you, noone else does. -he spat at you angrily as the hold on your neck tightened a bit, making you smirk, and hot and bothered.. But he doesn't have to know that.

He let go of you only to punch the captain in the face as he tried t o be a gentleman and save you.

-You see Billy, the problem is, i don't see you fucking me. - you said in the sweetest voice. He looked at you in a way that only predators look at they prey. You ran up to him, jumping up, legs immediately around his waist as he goes under the bleacher while you two kiss.

-Gonna show you who owns this pussy. - he said between kisses as he shoved your panties to the side. It wasn't hard getting to them, you wore an impossibly short skirt today, showing off your legs.

You both moaned as he entered you in a single motion, still holding you up. You bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

-Nobody fucking owns this pussy Hargrove..But you knocking him out was hot as fuck.. - you say between thrusts.

When you came, you got off off him. Fixed your clothes and started to walk away before looking over your shoulder.

-If you think you can ever own me this isn't gonna work. - before you walked away without waiting for a reaction.

A few minutes later Billy joined Steve with a few drops of blood still on his lips.

-Feisty huh? - he asked Billy, and he just chuckled, lighting a cigarette.

On thursday you showed up at his house with your geometry book for the tutoring session. When he opened the door he started to unbutton his shirt, but you stopped him.

-Hargrove, tutoring, now. - as you manouvered around him to get to his couch.

After an our he still wasn't getting the topic. After a bit of thinking you smirked evilly, and took out the post it's from your bag. Drawing up the stuff from your notes to each of them, putting one of every piece of clothing you had on.

-For every good answer you get to take one off. - you said.

Surprisingly enough you were down to your panties in minutes. With the right motivation he was a smart guy after all. Then there it was, the hardest equation of the topic. You were kneeling on the couch beside him, finger teasingly on your lip as you cooed.

-Oh what's up Billy boy? Not gonna take my panties off? Maybe i should just dress up and go have at it with Steve then.. i remember him being good with geometry..

He clenched his jaw as he looked you in the eyes. He got hold of the back of your neck, bringing you down for a kiss, other hand slapping and pinching your exposed nipple, before shoving your panties to the side, already gathering sick with his finger, teasing you.

You were a soaked moaning mess in a matter of minutes, just about to reach your high when he stopped. You hit his arm when you realized what is he doing.

He brought up a finger to ever so slightly, lazily run through your soaked folds as he said affectionately.

-If you show me how to solve that, i'll give you what you want doll.. - before leaning back on the couch, showing off a tent that must be painful at this point. You scribbled on the paper, showing him how to solve it. He looked at it, solved another that needed the same formula then smirked at you. You tried to run to the bathroom, but he caught your waist before you even circled the couch, tossing you over his shoulder, hard slap stinging on your ass.

He basically tossed you to his bed and jumped in right after. Kissing your neck, your collarbones..

-How about a little reward? -he asked

-Reward for what? - you whimpered.

-Reward for me for solving that of course. - he smirked into your neck.

-Your reward was taking off my panties. - you said to him, fingers travelling through his hair making him bite your neck softly. Then you heard a click. When you lifted your head to see what it was you heard another. He had handcuffed you to his bed.

-You bastard.. - you said angrily, trying to get out. He got between your knees, gently kissing the side of your knee making your concentrate on him.

He kissed further and further... never really kissing where you wanted him to, but at this point you weren't gonna beg. He kissed your clit, before he showed two fingers inside you making you moan out. He curled them as he knew what exactly was good for you, always hitting spots nobody ever found before. Soon enough you were reaching your high, but he stopped again making you growl and huff in his bed.

-Pretty when you're angry.. - he chuckled at you, caressing your thighs.

-Quit fucking teasing Hargrove. Fuck me already. - you pouted. He leaned above you, kissing you softly, caressing your sides.

-Not gonna beg princess? I could make you cum so many time's you'd want me to stop... too bad.. no begging no cumming.. - he threatened playfully before sucking in one of your nipples as his fingers went back down to tease your pussy. Soon he lined himself up, gathering your slick with his member before slowly pushing into you making you gasp. You were so close, so fucking close. If he's not gonna move, you will, your legs were still free.

-Tsk tsk tsk.. - he snickered after he slapped the insides of your thighs hard. Hard enough so his palms would show. -Stop squeezing me so hard princess.. i'd hate to cum so soon...

-Move, please. - you whispered, nearly crying cause of all the ruined orgasms.

-What i didn't hear you. - he pecked your lips quickly still not moving inside you.

-Fucking move Hargrove.. - you nearly shouted at him and with a chuckle he started to move painfully slow, eyes watching every muscle in your face. When you were getting close again, he slowed down, kissing you passionately again.

-Close again huh? -he asked sweetly.

-Yes, please dont stop. - you whimpered.

-What was that baby?

-Billy, please don't stop, please make me cum.. - you begged. Before your brain could even register it. But he smirked into the next kiss, setting up a punishing pace, making you soak him. He helped ride out your high before he painted your velvety walls with his cum. He slowly pulled out, laying down beside you, looking at your face.

-Can i undo the cuffs, or will you sneak out after i fall asleep?

-Why do you want me to stay? - you did not look at him.

-(Y/n).. doll.. we are friends for some time now. Even if you won't admit it. I know something is wrong, and i want you to know that i'm here if you.. if you need someone to talk to..

-You don't know shit.. - you said still not looking at him, eyes glazed over, few tears already escaping. He wipes them with his thumb, undoing the cuffs before he gathers you in his arms.

Nobody ever held you this close and nobody ever made you feel this safe.

-I know im good, but you don't need to cry about that, you can get it anytime you want.. matter of fact, ready to go in a minute. - he whispered making you chuckle into his chest.

-Asshole. - was the last thing you said before falling asleep in his arms.

Next morning you were sitting on his bed, smoking quietly next to his sleeping form. He was fucking gorgeous you had to give him that. His phone woke him up on time for school. You knew he was free 1st period so he must have planned this, planned to take you this morning. It was heartwarming and terrifying at the same time. When he opened his eyes, he smiled when he found you, back up to the headboard, smoking and reading a book you found, just in his shirt. He rolled you on top of him.

-Good morning. Wanna have a shower? - he asked.

-Yea that would be great, and a shirt too. Can't have me show up in yesterdays one.

You giggled when he climbed in the shower after you, already reaching your your pussy.

-We're gonna be late... - you tried to reason with him.

-No, you're gonna be.. but you're good with history, it will be fine. - he said pushing you up on the wall, sucking, nibbling on your neck as you moaned.

-Be quick. - you whimpered.

He stopped the car at the parking lot, and you both got out. It felt like one of those movies where the two famous kids of school or the power couple walks through the yard, all eyes on them.

You were already at the etrance of the building when you realized that you wear his shirt, obviously everyone could guess it's his, you have a hickey, and he just had an arm around your shoulder all the way here. He slapped you butt, pecked your lips before turning around and joining Steve, Nancy and Eddie not too far. You went to class, while he chatted away before his.

-The fuck was that Hargrove? - asked Nancy.

-Fixing her. - he shrugged, making the guys laugh.

-That was the plan but not with your dick... what's next? She's gonna be a fixation around us?- she said before storming away. Steve srunning after her.

-What is wrong with her? - Billy asked Eddie.

-Steve told her she could be more easy going and sexy like (Y/n).. Now she's sure (Y/n) will take him from her.

-Oh cmon, when did (Y/n) ever look at Steve.. also she's pretty hooked on... - he motioned to his dick, making them both laugh and highfive.

The same day, he saw you walking towards the exit of the schoolyard. And jogged up to you.

-What Hargrove?

-Hello to you too princess. - he mocked you. - was wondering if you'd come with me to Munson's gig this friday?

-Not doing dates Billy..

-Not a date, Harrington and Wheeler will be there too.

-Oh so a double date where I get to listen to Nancy Wheeler bitch about me trying to steal his bad excuse of a man boyfriend Steve? No thanks. - you started to walk away.

-Oh cmon it will be fun, maybe we get them to break up. - he joked.

-Fine, but no lovely dovey shit, ya hear me? - you pointed a finger at him.

-Okay okay, no lovely dovey shit, can still fuck you in the backstage or the bathroom right? - he asked before kissing you.

-Fuck you Hargrove.

-You love it bitch. - he shouted after you as you walked away showing him your middle finger.

That friday night you entered the club wary. You did not want Nancy to be a bitch to your face too. You wore one of Billy's old, torn metallica shirts as he asked, with black jean shorts, stockings, and boots.

-Hey pretty girl. - Billy whistled as he waved you over to the table. Nancy immediately asking him something among the lines of what the fuck is she doing here? you were sure of it.

-Nancy, Steve.... fucker. - you greeted them all with a small nod before sliding in beside Billy.

-So um.. how was your day (Y/n) ? - Nancy tried to chat.

-Fine. Nothing mayor. Fucked some guy in the library. - you smirked.

-Gosh.. - she whispered rolling her eyes.

-Live a bit Nance, being prude will get you nowhere. - you said as you stood up, took your drink and danced into the middle of the crowd immediately getting the attention of Eddie too.

He smirked at you saying the next song they play will be for you. Ice Queen of Hawkins High.

It's a song about fake friends, heartbreak but you love it, it is your favourite anyway, so you dance, jump, create a circlepit. Billy and Steve doing the same around you somewhere while Nancy watches from the booth.

You roll your eyes and run to her with two tequila shots.

-C'mon princess, we going dancing. - you say as you make her drink one, and hold her hand as you basically drag her to the dance floor over to the boys. For some moments you feel like you have friends, as Nancy wouldn't hate you tomorrow morning again. As Billy wasn't just fucking you, and Steve and Eddie aren't some highschool boys who want to fuck you. It almost seem normal.

After the party Eddie, Nancy and You sit on the pavement while Billy helps Steve vomit behind some bush.

You take the joint from Eddie.

-I get it we aren't gonna be friends Nancy, and i get that you all think i am a whore, but i would never go for someone that's taken. Against the code. I mean.. we were friends back then... you should've known i would never do that to you... - you say before handing the joint to Nancy, standing up and walking away. By the time Steve and Billy got back you were nowhere to be seen. Nancy was crying while Eddie was soothing her.

-What happened here? What did that slut say to her? - Steve asked drunkedly, making Nancy cry ever harder. Billy let go of him immediately.

-Say that again... - he said, hands curled in fists.

Eddie jumped up standing between them.

-Stop it now. She's not a slut.. well maybe she is but like in a positive meaning, and also the only thing she said is that she would never go for someone that's taken, cause she heard how Nancy talked behind her back and like she reminded of of their past or something.. That's it. Now Nancy feels bad.

-Their past? - Billy asked.

-Yes.. our.. our parents were friends... we spent a lot of time at their house over the summers... and then we moved, they moved too, and i never bothered to call.. i.. i abandoned her just like everybody else did...

-What do you mean everybody else?

-Her.. her first boyfriend.. all of her friends.. her mom... now i heard her dad is in a coma in the hospital.. she just.. she never had anyone..

You cried all the way home. This was temporary, this friendly thing is never gonna last. You climb up to your room, sitting in the window to smoke when you hear noises.

-Psst... pstt... (Y/n).. - you hear Billy call for you.

-Not in the mood to fuck Hargrove.. go away..

-Not here to fuck.. we brought beer. - he whisper yelled and when you looked down you saw Billy and Eddie carrying beers, Steve nodding, while Nancy waves at you with a small smile.

-Don't need charity. - you say before putting out your cigarette and closing the window..

You skipped the last week of school, nobody knew where you were until on friday the principal himself entered the class, the only class you had with Billy, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie.

-I am sorry to inform the class that your classmate (Y/n), has lost his father last sunday, hence why she has not come this week, and will not be attending her classes until after the funeral. If you have any questions you may come see me in my office.

They all looked at eachother in shock.

When Billy knocked on your door that afternoon, he only heard the loud music. You probably didn't hear the knock, but the door wasn't locked so he walked in, only to find you laying in the middle of the living room on the floor, picture frames, glass, wine bottles shattered all around you, probably under you as well. You look barely alive. You definetely drank your bodyweight multiple times over the last week, the panties and top you wore was stained with drinks and blood. You were nearly unconscious. He gathered you in his arms, and brought you to the bathroom to clean you up.

-Jesus baby, why didn't you call..

-Har...har.hargrovvvve.... - you slurred pointing and smiling at him.. - you are one .... one handsome fucker ya know that? - you said as he looked you over with worry, searching for cuts, selfharm and shit...

-You hate me too don't ya? you all do.. i know. it's okay though... that why i never date, never make friends...

-We don't hate you (y/n), we're worried.. let us help.

-What, so you can get good point with the city? help the poor orphan bury her father, cook her shit, adopt her? no thanks.. i don't need your pity.

-It's not fucking pity. We are your friends, you are important to us. We love you... i... i love you. - he practically yelled with you,

-Yea.. sure.. - you chuckled to yourself.

-Listen this is not the day to talk about this. Let's get you cleaned up and to bed. I'll bring some food too. -he said.

And that was what he did. He called Nancy and Steve and Eddie over, they helped clean and cook and by the time you woke up, they were in the living room watching a movie. Billy looked at you as you entered, the rest too lost in the movie. He motioned you to go and curle to his side, which you hesitantly but did. This felt so domestic, so right. Billy kissed the top of your head as you all watched the movie.

Then the next few weeks were spent like this. Together. Someone was always with you. Then the funeral came, and they were there with you. All the fucking way.

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Half a year later your birthday was coming up, and they thought a way to spend it. Steve and Billy was smoking out on the porch, as Nancy and you raided your closet for something to wear. Corroded coffin specially for you, in your living room.

-So, did you talk since then? - Steve asked Billy.

-No, i.. i don't think she remembers that i said it. We are friends, kind of best friends, and we fuck.. man she's the best fuck of my fucking life. I.. yea.. - he smiled as he scratched the back of his neck.

-Maybe today's the day huh? - Steve winked at him.

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-Jesus Nance, am i fucking nun? - you laughed at the piece of clothing she showed you. Then she found it. A small, silk dress with a slit on ine side, emerald green, thin spaghetti straps. Perfect. Fisnets to go with it, and of course the boots.

-Billy's gonna lose his shit when he sees you. - she giggled.

-He's not gonna do shit. We're friends.. - you said as you applied a dark wine red lipstick.

-Yea.. sure.. friends.. do you not remember the... - you turned around waiting for her to finish, but she never did.

-Do i not remember what? - you said walking up to her.

-I.. i shouldn't have said anything.. forget it.. yea it was silly, you're just friends...

-Cut the shit Nance, you already started, finish it. - you shouted. The guys heard it, and ran up the stairs. Maybe it's another panic attack..

-Okay.. i .. it really shouldn't be me to say this.. but.. when Billy found you.. and cleaned your cuts and shit.. he.. he said he loved you, and you were so fucking drunk you didn't fucking remembered... - she said guiltily as the door opened behind her. shit she muttered knowing he fucked up.

-Is it true? - you asked of Billy with tears in your eyes. - I ASKED IS IT TRUE? - you yelled when he didn't answer.

-Yes it's true. - he said finally. You looked to the side, tears streaming down your face. Before anybody could say anything the door opened signaling that the band and some other people arrived to the party. You wiped off your tears and went down to greet them.

You drank a few shots, and by the time the band was on you were drunk out of your mind. Billy sulked out on the porch. After the concert some other music blasted, you all were dancing around, you particulary with Eddie. And waaaay to close. He thoght it was just you being drunk.

-You're a handsome guy Eds... I always loved your hair. - you slurred.

-Thanks hun, i really wish it was like Bi... - before he could finish his sentence you kissed him. Suddenly he was ripped from you, as Steve tried to get between him and Billy. You have never seen Billy so angry.

-What the fuck Munson?

-I did nothing for fuck sake, she kissed me.. - he held up his hands in surrender. Billy looked at you.

-I'm fucking fed up with you being scared of calling things as it is. You think i would play fucking house with my friends? If you would just be my friend, and fuck buddy, i would've gone and fucked everybody else as well. But i didn't.. and i'm fucking done with you being a coward and not saying out loud that you're mine, because you fucking are, and i am fucking yours for some time now... and i think you fucking know that... - he said, making you cry again. You ran out and locked yourself in your father's shed. Soon there was a knock.

-Princess.. i am sorry for yelling.. talk? - he asked softly. You opened the door, looking at him with tear stricken face, and smoking a cigarette. Expecting him to talk.

-Look, i do really love you. I know i was a douche, and we were just fuck buddies, but.. it grew into something more. Something that just feels right. I would not be anywhere else. Even now. Nothing has to change, i mean, we would still do the things we did until now, movies and shit, we would still fuck like bunnies.. but.. i .. i would like you to be my girlfriend. - he said stepping closer. You didn't say anything, just gave him a small nod, before jumping on him, legs around his waist as you tried to free his dick with one hand.

-You look fucking amazing by the way... - he said between kisses.

-Shut up and make me cum.. - you said biting his neck, earning a smirk as he pistoned into you mercilessly in the shed.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #eddie munson #fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #steve

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androidtwin · 7 years

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Headcanon: As evidenced by their trip to couple’s therapy in 6x11, when Steve McGarrett gets really drunk…he turns into a slutty flirt. His pansexual ass would flirt with a broom when he is in that state.

#steve mcgarrett #h50 #hawaii five-0 #androidtwin headcanon #drunk slutty flirt steve #my bad! an earlier version said 5x17 that's the stakeout therapy with the workbook.

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cupcakesandtv · 3 years

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So Jealous

Did yall know it was @emmanelsons birthday?????? It is. And for this bitch I love so dearly, I had to do something special. So I wrote porn. This entire fic is inspired by her fic, It Started Out With a Kiss, that I've definitely read many times. Call this an homage. A shrine to jealous Paxton and slutty Devi. And Ben sucks.

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Paxton was not the jealous type. Ever. Mostly because he never really cared enough about anyone to bother with that messy emotion. If a person was flirting with someone else, he didn’t get jealous, he just figured that little fling was nearing its expiration date and he acted accordingly. That’s why Devi cheating on him with Ben Gross was so heinous. He liked her enough to be jealous. He liked her enough to be hurt. He liked her enough that he started comparing himself to Ben Gross. Talk about humiliating.

Ben Gross was short and had bug eyes and dressed like the Steve Buscemi “hello fellow kids” meme but he was smart. Straight A, honor roll, PSAT aceing, teacher’s pet, first person to point and laugh when Paxton found out he failed American History meaning he had to repeat it jerk. And Paxton was sure that big brained little asshole was still interested in Devi. And in general, that didn’t bother Paxton. If Devi was anywhere near Paxton, she was the sun and he was just orbiting around her but she looked at him like he was the only person in the universe. That was a lot of space talk but he’d just finished Cosmos with Neil deGrasse Tyson and he was into the metaphor.

But liking Devi, maybe even loving Devi, meant that every time Ben’s round head turned towards Devi, Paxton felt a sudden urge to punch his face. It was unusual because typically, he didn’t think he was inclined to violence. Sure, he loved Call of Duty but he preferred his hands slicing through the pool water to win a relay than punching. But Ben’s face was so goddamn punchable. And he put that mopey look on when Devi did anything which was absurd because seconds before, he was usually spouting some obnoxious or cruel insult at Devi. Dude was fucked up.

Mr. Shapiro let them choose their own groups. That was the get in his class. You wouldn’t end up with somebody you didn’t like because he let you choose. But there was a sub and she broke everyone into groups having the kids number off which meant Paxton ended up in a group with Eleanor (fine) but Devi was in a group with Ben and Ben was across the room practically drooling in Devi’s direction. She did look cute today. She was wearing this shirt that he liked that had several straps on the shoulders that melded into one strap on each shoulder and it rolled up at the bottom so he liked to find excuses to touch her skin at her waist that was bare.

It was his own thing. He knew Devi was solid. She was giving Ben her tired but listening smile. Paxton only got that one if he went on too long about pool chlorination or if he was talking about all the ways he would have fixed Game of Thrones. But that twerp reached over his desk and brushed some invisible something off Devi’s arm and Paxton almost ripped his textbook in half.

The minute the bell rang, Paxton was up and across the room, taking Devi by the hand. She was mildly surprised at his pace to get her out of there but even more surprised when he pressed her into her locker before she could open it and kissed her deeply enough to have gotten both of them detention. Ben Gross walked by and didn’t even stop at his locker. Good. Devi opened her eyes and looked at him like she was drunk.

“What was that for?” she asked, her eyes a little hazy. He put his hand on that stretch of skin on her back, just above her waist, and slowly moved his fingers into her waistband. “Nothing,” he lied. “You wanna skip next period and go to my garage?”

Devi shook her head and turned to open her locker. Paxton kept his hands on her, they just moved as she turned so now they were on her hips. He kissed her neck, licking the spot first and then kissing it.

“I can’t miss Chemistry. We have a test,” she said, laughing when he blew across the skin of her neck. “And no cheesy chemistry jokes.” She looked over her shoulder at him and he took the excuse to kiss her again. His tongue slid past hers, she put her hand on his cheek and groaned before smacking his cheek playfully. “I have to go to class!”

“Fine.” But he pouted. -

Paxton took Devi lunch. She was filling in for a model UN kid who blew chunks all over the judges of the previous day’s events and they had to get special permission for her to even step in.

“You got banned from Model UN?” Paxton asked again, as he handed Devi her burger.

“For starting a coup at the Model UN thing at UC Davis a few months ago.” Devi took the burger and handed him her phone. “Can you plug this in behind you?”

He took the phone and the cable she was offering and plugged the phone in on the wall behind him while Devi bit into her burger.

“But they let you back in?”

“Because Mr. Shapiro promised I would not start any coups and since we’re the home team, they allowed it.”

“You started a coup,” he said again. “But you’re not gonna start one today. Or you’ll be perma banned.” Devi nodded.

“Why’d you start a coup?”

“Funny story, actually.” Devi made a grabby hand in his direction and he handed her the soda. “Ben Gross-”

“I don’t even need to hear the rest of the story,” Paxton cut her off. “I do not care. If he was involved, whatever you did was totally the best choice.” “Thank you,” Devi said, vindicated.

Some of the other Model UN kids walked by, all of various nerd degrees, including a kid who was easily a foot shorter than Devi wearing a suit that was too big for him, and he winked at Devi. And see, that didn’t bother Paxton. He wasn’t at all jealous of that little guy.

“Looking like Hillary Clinton!” the kid shouted at Devi.

“Hillary Clinton?” Paxton asked surprised and Devi shrugged. “No, that kid is wrong, you look like AOC, deeply intelligent and smokin’ hot, ready to change the world.”

Devi smiled so wide she was beaming. He loved when she did that. He loved when he said something or did something that made her smile like that.

“Hey, David, we gotta get back in there.” Ben Gross ruined everything.

“Be right there,” Devi responded, perfectly reasonable. But something in Paxton snapped.

He nodded and listened to her talk while she finished her burger but the minute she was done, onion breath and all, he tugged on her arm and made a beeline for the nearest girl’s restroom.

“What are we doing?” she asked, giddy and breathless from the way he dragged her. She had to run to keep up and she did not like running.

He lifted Devi onto the bathroom counter, wedged himself between her legs and started kissing her. By the time the other girls of Model UN walked in, he had her blouse unbuttoned and was kneading her breast while she moaned every time he licked into her mouth. Her tight bun was undone and she was using the heel of her foot on his back to pull him closer to her, desperate for friction.

“Devi, we need-” the red headed girl stopped the same time Paxton turned to look at her and just behind her, the door was open to the hall, and Ben Gross stood, his mouth open like a fish.

“Get out!” Devi shouted. “I mean, I’ll be out in a minute!” she offered nicer. “Someone get her phone, it’s still plugged in by the table in the other room,” Paxton ordered, making sure his body was blocking hers from everyone else. Then he went back to kissing down her neck. “Sorry, you’re gonna get banned from Model UN again,” he said into the skin of her neck, not sorry at all.

She pushed against his shoulder while he reached for the buttons on her blouse. “You liar,” Devi said. She started pulling her hair back up into the bun. “You’re not sorry.” “Sorry…” he trailed off as he did the last button and tugged her skirt down. “I couldn’t get you off before they came looking for you.” Devi rolled her eyes but kissed him one more time before hopping off the counter. -

He didn’t want to be at this party.

“Why are we going to a party at your ex-boyfriend's house?” he asked, annoyed. He pulled into her driveway and turned the Jeep off.

Devi made a face. “Don’t call him that.”

“That’s what he is,” Paxton replied plainly. “Everybody is going to be there,” Devi explained, ignoring his comment. She unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her book bag from the back. She turned back and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Everybody as in Eleanor, Fabiola, and Aneesa or everybody as in people I know?” He reached for her shoulder, sliding his finger under the strap and bit his lip to not smile at the way he saw her skin pebble at the touch. God, these days even just her mentioning Ben Gross and he was ready to fuck her into a mattress to forget that tool existed.

“Rude,” she leaned in and kissed him, slower this time, nipping at his bottom lip. “You know Eleanor and Fabiola and Aneesa. But yes, it’s a whole big party. He’s trying to impress some girl and Aneesa wanted to stay home but we convinced her she should show up looking hot and make Ben jealous.”

So he was at this party. But he’d already come up with a great plan. He brought Devi’s two piece, (yes, he kept it at his house. Sometimes they went swimming and if he wanted to be prepared for any moment they might swim, he needed to keep one of her swimsuits in his possession.) and handed it to her the minute they pulled up. “We’re swimming? But I did my hair cute,” Devi whined.

“Then I won’t get it wet,” he replied, tucking some hair behind her ear. “It is cute.”

Devi talked to her friends, Paxton assured Aneesa she looked very good and whatever freshman Ben was interested in, he was just embarrassing himself. And Paxton was sincere because he liked Aneesa. He was deeply confused what Aneesa or Devi had ever seen in that douche canoe but whatever. He also dropped that Eddie might be interested in Aneesa so he felt like he’d done his good deed for the evening.

“Why didn’t you mention that Eddie liked Aneesa sooner?” Devi asked, kicking her feet in the water from where she sat on the edge of the pool.

“How did you not know? He’s a simp for girls who play soccer. Even the lesbians. He’s got a type and it’s emotionally unavailable soccer players.” Paxton stood up and bounced on his toes. “What?” Devi asked, before Paxton hopped from foot to foot before doing a front flip into the pool. “Jesus!”

Paxton sunk into the water with the familiar whoosh that made him feel like he could take on the whole world. As he came up, he saw Devi shaking her head at him, but she was gnawing on her lip and almost smiling. More than that, she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him up. He stood up and tugged on her waist, lifting her into the pool while she squealed. “You gotta stop jumping into the shallow end like that, you, of all people, should know that’s dangerous,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding her legs down and around his waist until she put her feet on the floor of the pool.

“I’m an expert, I can flip into the shallow end,” he said, pressing his whole body against hers. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, twisting his finger in the strap of her bikini top as an excuse to touch her further.

“Oh my god,” she said with a giggle. “People are going to see us!” “They’re not watching us,” he said, using his hand to smoothly turn her around so she could see out at the party. He kept his hand on her stomach, just under the water, and tugged her against his chest. “Feels like you’re getting off on being caught in public these days.” She wiggled her ass just barely, causing his dick to react. With one hand still on her stomach, he moved his other from her hip down her thigh before moving it back up to the band of her bikini bottom, slipping his whole hand down the front of suit. She gasped and leaned into him. “Fuck,” she let out slow. “I know somebody is calling me a slut right now. I’m sure of it.” Paxton nipped at her ear. “Look,” he said and she shivered as he spoke against her ear. He moved his hand that was resting on her pubic bone so he could turn her in the direction he was looking. “Nobody is watching us.” He pointed with his chin towards a small crowd by the patio. “The only people outside are your friends and Trent. He’s mad Eleanor is ignoring him.”

“What’s that about?” she asked, putting her hand over his and pressing it into her further. He rewarded her for that by following her lead and sliding his hand down further, so his fingers could brush her clit. Her sharp intake of breath had him feeling lightheaded. She liked it and he liked it and this party wasn’t so bad now.

“I don’t know, but it’s getting weird.” “Hm?” Devi asked, confused, her eyes closed now as he moved his finger around in an oval, just missing her clit every third stroke. “What’s weird?”

“You asked about Trent and Eleanor,” he answered before sucking a spot on her neck and then brushing his nose against the back of her ear.

“People are gonna-” she stopped, when he slipped a finger inside her. With his free hand he moved her chin towards another group of people on the side of the house. “None of them are looking at us,” he assured her, sliding a second finger inside her. She whined just barely, her muscles tightened, and she pressed further into him. “Marcus is teaching Zoe how to roll a joint which is stupid. He should just give her an edible and be done with it.”

“Are we about to fuck in this pool?” she asked, breathless.

“No,” he said as he took a step forward, giving them the privacy of the pool wall, but able to keep his eyes on everyone else, just in case. She reached up and put a hand behind his neck. “There’s no friction in a pool,” he explained. “I could get off, but you couldn’t so why bother?”

Devi’s breathing was erratic and her skin was tight, she was pressing into him and riding his hand, her feet weren’t even on the floor of the pool anymore as she tried to discreetly position herself for more of what he was offering.

“If you just-” Her nails dug into the skin of his neck as he curled his fingers inside her and worked his thumb around her clit.

There was a crash inside the house but Devi didn’t notice. Paxton looked up and saw everyone running towards the sound, then people were laughing, some idiot probably fell over and now everyone was inside, leaving Devi and Paxton as the only ones outside. Devi ground down on his hand, her nails on his neck were going to break skin if he didn’t- “So close,” she muttered, pressing her own fingers into her clit and then her whole body went stiff.

“You were so quiet,” he said, kissing her cheek as he slowly removed his hand and rested it on her waist again.

“Seriously, what is up with you lately?” she asked, still out of breath. “Nothing,” he lied.

“Let’s go back to your house.” Devi grabbed his hand and started walking towards the stairs of the pool. “That wasn’t enough?” he asked, feeling smug. Devi spun on her heel, the water moving made his dick twitch. Well, the water moving and the way she was looking at him, all that fire in her eyes. “You could just take me home, but I don’t think you’re ready to do that.” She moved the hand she was holding to her mouth so she could kiss his knuckles. “I’m not gonna make it home,” he said. “Let’s just go inside. To change. And then we’ll go home.”

“To change, yeah whatever, dude,” Devi said, dragging him out of the pool.

They didn’t have towels but Devi knew where the linen closet upstairs was, so she grabbed them as he led her through the hall until he got to the master bedroom. He shut the door and took a towel Devi offered and dried himself off as best he could. Devi was rubbing the towel across her stomach and Paxton couldn’t help himself, he tackled her (gently as he could) so they landed on the bed. She laughed and used her legs to roll him over so she was straddling his waist. She leaned in and kissed him. Softly at first, but then she started to rock her hips against his and her kisses became frantic.

Paxton held her back, his fingers deftly working the clasp on her bikini top. Once he got it undone, he rolled, putting her underneath him again. He kissed her along her collarbone and palmed her breast under the loose fabric. He tongued the nipple of her other breast through the fabric and Devi moaned.

“You locked the door, right?” she whispered, putting a hand in his hair and scratching at his scalp. “Definitely.” But actually he wasn’t sure he had. Didn’t matter though. Nobody was going to find them up there. He licked into her belly button while he dragged her swim bottoms down her thighs, exposing her cunt. He kissed her knee and then up her thigh, tossing the swim suit over his shoulder before he moved the small tuft of hair out of the way with his thumb and sucked on her clit. Devi’s hips jerked up, she could have broken his nose with the force if he hadn’t been prepared for her to do exactly that. He had his forearm across her stomach to keep her down. Devi finally cried out. Besides whines and moans, she’d been incredibly quiet, likely because she was so worried about being caught when they were in the pool. She rested her leg over his shoulder and he got to work. Devi was huffing, these tiny breaths and whines like she was close already. They hadn’t been having sex that long but Devi was very clear in telling him what she liked and he was happy to oblige. Having sex with her was fun and easy and incredibly hot.

The door opened and Paxton immediately lifted himself enough to block Devi from view of whoever opened the door. She screamed and he shouted, “Get out!” at the same time.

But the door didn’t shut so Paxton was forced to turn his head and see who interrupted them.

“In my parents’ bedroom?!” Ben Gross stood horrified at the door. Paxton tried to keep himself from being too smug about the situation. Devi would kill him if she knew. “Be grateful I didn’t pick your room, now get the fuck out,” Paxton snapped and Devi tried to move around him to see. “Babe, if you move like that, you’re gonna give him a show he doesn’t deserve.”

“Ben!” Devi shouted, she’d given up trying to see the door and instead was just shouting at the ceiling annoyed. “Stop being a perv and get out!”

For some reason, Devi’s request was heeded by Ben and Paxton lifted himself up and off of her. But when he moved down to continue at his task, Devi shook her legs and huffed. “Nope,” she said, reaching for his face and urging him to move up. “Actually, get me my bag over there.” He reached for it and she dug a shirt out of her bag and put it on. She pulled her shorts out and put those on next and then handed him his shirt. “If we’re sitting here half dressed I’m not gonna be able to get through to you. You’re gonna do something and I’m gonna get horny and it’s not gonna work.”

“Or you could let me finish and then everybody will be happy?”

But Devi was all business now. She had that look like when she pretended to be his Indian mother and it easily softened the boner he had. He put his shirt on and sat next to her on the bed. “I thought you were just getting hot from the public stuff but I’m beginning to worry that being caught by Ben is actually turning you on and I’m just wondering why that is?” She didn’t seem mad, just perplexed. Paxton could just come clean but he was embarrassed to even say it.

“It’s not that. I’m just super into you lately and you being this hot and this smart and funny, how am I supposed to not-” “Bullshit,” Devi cut him off. “I know you think I’m hot and I know you like to have sex as much as I do which is a relief because I thought maybe I was just a slut or something but-” “You’re not a slut! And you’re not weird for wanting to have sex, sex is fucking great!” Paxton hated that she thought she was weird like that. She was weird in plenty of good ways but liking sex was not one of them. “And I like having sex with you. It’s a lot of fun. You’re not shy about what you like and I like that.”

“Great,” Devi said. “But we do not usually mess around this much. I thought you were hormonal or something. Yesterday I googled if men were like cats in heat.”

“I’m sorry.” He hung his head.

“You don’t have to apologize, I like it! It just feels like something is off and I want you to feel comfortable telling me.” Devi put her hand on his knee and held his gaze. “And it feels like it’s something about Ben Gross which is weird and I really want to get it sorted out.”

Paxton looked away. If he looked at her, he’d probably just spill out all the shit he pushed down and all his insecurities. Devi moved her head to catch his gaze. “Please?” He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it rip, “Ben Gross still likes you and it makes me furious.”

Devi’s serious face turned softer, a smile just barely forming. “You’re mad at me?”

“No!” he didn’t hesitate. “No, I hate him!”

“Okay,” Devi said, nodding and mulling over what he’d said. “It annoys me too but I can’t change the way he feels. Are you,” she paused and bit her lip. “Are you afraid that I still like him? That what happened before might happen again?”

She hated talking about the couple of weeks when she dated both of them. She did her best to never bring it up. But she did now. And the look on her face told him Devi was worried how he would respond. He thought about it a second because he wanted to be clear.

“I trust you.”

Devi seemed to relax instantly. She gave him a little smile and squeezed his knee.

“It’s just…” Paxton started and Devi’s face fell. “We don’t make sense.” He gestured between the two of them. “We have so much fun, I have so much fun and I love hanging out with you and I love…” he stopped. Maybe he should change direction. “If I were to make a pros and cons chart of Ben Gross vs me, all I’ve got on him is being hot and being way better at making you cum.”

Devi’s brows furrowed and he worried this would be it. The jig was up. He’d accidentally convinced her she should go out with Ben Gross instead.

“Holy shit,” Devi whispered. “Have you been trying to use sex to keep me?”

“What? No,” Paxton replied easily. He hadn’t thought of it like that at all but as the words clicked into place, goddamn she was smarter than he was. “Maybe?”

Devi looked at him like he was pathetic. He put his head in his hands, embarrassed. But Devi tipped his chin up and then held his cheek. “You don’t have to fuck me into loving you,” Devi said, firmly, like she meant it. Paxton tried to swallow but there was a lump in his throat. “You don’t just have good looks and sexual experience. I mean, you do have those things, and your tongue should probably have papers written about all the things you can do with it, put it in a mold of it in the MoMA but that’s not all you have. That’s not why I like you.”

Devi sighed and straightened her shoulders. “You have this weird superpower that gets me to say things I wouldn’t tell somebody else. Like even my therapist. And I want to tell you things. Even if I’m afraid you might think I’m weird, you’re the person I want to tell my shit to.”

Devi put her other hand on his other cheek so she was cradling his face. “You have the butterflies in my stomach when you compliment me. The way you reach for my hand anytime, anywhere. You always want to be holding my hand. At first I thought you’d get tired of it because my hands get so sweaty and gross but you don’t care, you always wanna hold my hand.” Paxton wanted to kiss her and hold her hand some more but he really wanted to hear what else she was going to say because she was still going and he was on the edge of his seat. He’d never been so happy to be wrong about something. “And you’re kind and you’re considerate and you’re smart and you never look down on anybody which is legit bonkers because you could look down on people. You deserve to look down on people. You’re exactly the kind of person who is allowed to do that. But you don’t.”

“That one sounds like a very specific gut punch at Ben Gross,” he said, almost smiling. “Yeah, it is. And I should explain, I figured it out after we’d been dating a few weeks. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner but I didn’t even know you needed to hear it.” Devi closed her eyes and put her forehead against his, her hands still holding his face. “I know I said I liked you both so much and that’s why I tried all that shit before. But I know now that I was just so worried that nobody would like me, that I would miss my chance for anybody to like me, I thought that would be better. Unfortunately, I fucked around and found out.” Paxton let out a small laugh and Devi opened her eyes to smile at him.

“I liked Ben in between because you said we didn’t make sense. And then Aneesa liked him and I thought I liked him but really I was just mad that someone else did and I thought he was my last chance at an attainable boyfriend. But he’s annoying and he’s mean and when he’s not interested in me, he’s actually really cruel. And that’s pretty fucked up.”

“He’s an asshole,” Paxton couldn’t stop himself from adding.

“Yeah, he is. So he can stare at me all pining or whatever but I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I love you,” Devi said the last bit quieter, like she wasn’t sure how he would respond but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned in and kissed her. Hard. He put his hands in her hair and moved closer to her, as if there was any space left. She smiled against his lips. “So maybe I’m not the only one?”

“I love you, Devi.” He felt himself grinning wide. He probably looked so stupid. “I’m sorry. I just never liked anybody enough to be jealous and Ben was making me so jealous. It was weird. I didn’t like it.”

She smiled and for the first time in the last week, he felt lighter.

Devi’s phone started vibrating and when she looked at her phone, the notifications just kept popping up. “Everybody is looking for us,” Devi said, pulling the swim top out of her shirt and handing it to Paxton. “Where are my bottoms?”

Paxton picked them up at the door and tucked them into his pocket with the top. “Got ‘em.”

When they made it downstairs, the party was clearing out but Ben stepped in front of them when they tried to leave. He held his phone up to them and Devi gasped. Paxton had been holding her hand but immediately let go to snatch the phone out of Ben’s hand.

“What the fuck?” Devi asked Ben, horrified. “I’m deleting it,” Paxton told her, stopping the video from playing. He knew what it was immediately and the fact that Ben had the nerve to show them made Paxton want to hit him. Now was an appropriate time. Surely. But first he deleted the video.

“You took video of us in the pool! That’s gross!” Devi shook her head and Ben stood there smug.

“You’re having sex in my pool! I think the whole school should know that’s the kind of person you are, Devi, a slut.”

Paxton verified he deleted the file off the cloud and the phone and then chucked it right at Ben’s face. It hit Ben squarely in the nose and he yelped before covering his nose. “Don’t call her a slut!” Paxton shouted. “Don’t call anybody a slut, you prick. You’re lucky I deleted that instead of sending a copy to the cops. I thought you were smart but you’d look real stupid in court while your dad is trying to defend you from becoming a sex offender.”

Ben looked confused. “What?”

“That’s underage porn you just showed us, dumbass,” Devi explained. “That shit will get you registered as a sex offender. He’s right, that was top shelf stupid. Massive fuck up.”

The phone was on the floor, but Paxton stomped on it for good measure.

“The chlorine in your pool will cover any germs you’re worried about, but you should probably shock it tonight. And fire your pool guy, he sucks. The PH is all wrong in there.”

Devi took his hand and walked past a fuming Ben.

“You know, if we can get you to understand chemistry in terms of pool PH, I feel like you could easily ace it,” Devi said, lifting his hand to her mouth and kissing it.

“I passed chem last year with a C, I’m not retaking it.” He opened the door to the Jeep so Devi could get in. “Not even for you. No matter how much I love you.”

Devi laughed. “Now we know for college.”

“Yeah, for college.”

-- One more fun author's note because I couldn't figure out a way to get this detail in as the fic is from Paxton's POV, but Devi definitely tricked him into keeping her bikini because if her mom saw that suit going through the wash, she'd flip her shit.

#never have i ever #daxton #daxton fic #nhie fic #devi x paxton #paxton x devi #emmanelsons #fic #it's a bit smuttier than I normally do but there was no way to do this with them as adults #i know by the time they're adults they will just forget ben gross' name #HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING

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Now I don’t know if you take requests, but If you do here’s an idea. What about Steve being the King Steve he was, but he’s very slutty one and lets guys fuck him a lot. He would be such a tease to Billy at a party, grind his ass on Billy’s cock on purpose while they’re dancing, because he really wants this hot Cali boy to fuck him senseless already and that’s exactly what happens when Billy finally makes his move and fucks Steve somewhere away from other peoples eyes (Wow this got long sorry!)

Dearest anon, Don’t ever feel the need to apologise for such a long message, especially not one as grand as this!!! Here you go, just grazing 9 pages with the last line, so this is long yes, and I will “warn” you that there’s an excessive amount of dirty talking, at least to my standards, and a bit rough play, but nothing severe of course. Enjoy!

Another Saturday, another unsupervised party in the distant Harrington Mansion, music pulsating so vividly that Billy swears he can feel it through the soles of his heavy boots as he walks between cars parked on the grass.

It doesn't take a fool to know that the high and mighty King Steve has issues with the solitude his house brings, nestled between grand trees, so distant from the rest of the town that there's never once been a noise complaint. That he has issues with the lack of parental attention, and instead seeks to fill the emptiness of his house with his loyal subjects; particularly his bed.

Which might be why Billy always shows up, or maybe not, but who's to tell. Everyone's always at these parties filled with alcohol that Daddy Harrington pays for unknowingly, so it would be weird if Billy wasn't here, too, right? At least he's content with thinking so.

Billy knows loneliness like Steve does, seeks the cure for it just as well, finding brief notions of it when he's got his dick buried in any hole really, his body flooded with liquor, his head pounding to the beat of shitty synth.

So here he is, looking for a saving grace, to have another night filled with sweaty, writhing bodies, stepping through the front door to King Steve's castle once again; having stopped counting how many times around 20.

Just like last week, there's people everywhere – every single junior and senior that knows what's good can be found here, perhaps even a few older drunkards that has nothing better to do in this shit hole town than to crash a high school party.

And just like each and every other time, it's overwhelming in the best possible way. All senses gets fulfilled the second he's completely inside;

Sweaty bodies bumping shoulders as he squeezes his way through the hall, guys patting his shoulders, girls bashing their eyes, and he can't help but grin all smooth and charming at the attention.

Tight jeans and short skirts, bulging muscles and exposed cleavages, all so pleasing to his wandering eyes as his peers twists and turns to ensure he sees it all.

Through the music he can barely hear it when one girl says, “Looking good, Billy,” or when a guy leans in to ask, “Can I get you a drink?” as he makes it into one of the living rooms.

With every breath he takes, a wild and intrusive mixture of perfumes and colognes and deodorants fills his lungs to completion, cheap and expensive alike, and it brings him to life.

All there's left now, is to taste a nice, cold beer, and his soul will be satiated, the checklist for a good party completed, and the festivities could truly begin. But when he turns in to the kitchen, it isn't the giant fridge he focuses on, or the girls passing by, giving him all kinds of bedroom eyes, or the impressive array of chips on display on the kitchen island.

No he sees the host immediately, Steve Harrington, leaning with his back to the wall. His jeans sit a bit more snug than usual, and his tee a bit higher up; not exactly a crop-top per se, but just short enough to expose a gorgeous, wiry trail of hair dipping beneath his pants.

His face is turned towards Tommy Hagan who stands awfully close for that to just be a friendly conversation, and there's no doubt in Billy's mind what they're talking about, if the way Steve's eyes sliding up and down is any indication, or the way he bites into his lower lip.

There is no hiding why Steve is so popular, or why he remains on the top even though Billy managed to beat his keg stand record with ease. Hadn't been any hiding the way Steve leered at him at Tina's Halloween party either.

The first week in Hawkins Billy had caught Steve twice doing the most salacious things, that Billy to this day, 7 long months later, still think about daily.

Steve, on his knees in the showers of the boys locker room one Monday after practice, probably nearly drowning under the water with his mouth wide and stretched around some teammates cock. Even now Billy can recall the way he was moaning and gagging passionately; hears it louder in his mind than the music of the party.

Steve, underneath the bleachers during third period, skipping class to fuck hard into some blonde bitch who struggled to keep quiet as she stood bent forward, arms wrapped around one of the supporting beams for the seats above. And he can still see Steve's lewd expression as he caught Billy staring, Steve's mouth slipping into a sly smirk, eyes dark and heavy as he kept their gazes locked, cumming with the most enticing groan.

Of course that wasn't the last time he saw Steve like that.

Sometimes Steve was the one bent over, against a tree or knees in the grass. Billy has passed by that brown BMW bouncing and wiggling by the side of the road indiscreetly plenty of times. And at almost every party he's attended, he's watched Steve go in and out of rooms with anyone really.

One time he followed along, peeked in through the crack in the door, and watched from start to finish as Steve laid on his back on a desk, hands firmly around his neck, some dude balls deep inside of him.

But with one blink, Steve turns his head and looks directly at Billy, as if he knew the other was watching. And he tilts his head aside, allowing for Tommy to kiss and suck his way down the exposed neck, Steve's lips parting from the smile into something more comfortable.

Billy keeps staring, intently. Walks to the fridge, blindly reaches in to grab what he's hoping is a beer can, then leans against the counter; scarcely ever blinking as to not miss a single second of the show.

And it is ardently clear that Steve enjoys having an audience, enjoys performing. Eyes heavy on Billy, Steve lifts up his right hand in a slight fist, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he simulates giving a blowjob.

Something which Billy can't help but snort at for some reason, despite how the suggestion courses through him rapidly, and Steve seems to find that equally as humorous, as he laughs quietly.

He then grabs Tommy by the chin and guides him off of his sensitive neck. Steve says something that might sound like, “Not tonight,” which wipes Tommy's lustful grin right off. And when Steve looks towards Billy, Tommy's gaze follows right along, and now the freckled guy looks downright pissed off.

Billy stares with a strong intensity, daring him to try anything, as Tommy walks right by with a clear scowl, jaw tense and hands curled by his sides. But he manages to make his way out the kitchen without as much as a word.

When Billy turns to look for Steve again, he finds him standing right by his side, hip against the counter.

“Hi,” Steve purrs.

“Hey,” Billy says and lifts up his beer to take a sip, but Steve is quick to snatch it from his hand, to then drink from it slowly, eyes locked together.

Steve gives a little satisfied hum and licks his lips clean, a gesture that at this short distance sparks inside of Billy's chest, lighting him up.

“What's his problem?” Billy asks and nods in the direction of where Tommy had marched off. “Thought he was dating that Perkins girl.” He tries to play it cool, pretend he's above knowing who's who here, despite the fact that Carol has flirted with him enough times to need more than two hands to count on.

“Him and Carol loves to play this little game where they flirt with others at parties, get all excited at the thought of being unfaithful, then find a place to bang it out.” Steve offers Billy what's left of his beer, which is less than a half, and much less than what Billy needs to keep somewhat calm right now.

“So you and Tommy never...” he trails off, hoping that the insinuation is clear enough.

And judging by the way Steve smiles something so suggestive might just be enough of an answer, yet he says, “Wouldn't you like to know?” And watches how Billy's mouth opens to take a sip.

Neither of them talks as he empties the can. Billy watches how Steve is almost admiring the view; the bob of his Adam's apple, the way his shirt is unbuttoned nearly all the way, the tight fit of his jeans. And Billy wants to say something, a slight quip about enjoying the view, or if he sees something he likes, but it's redundant, because who doesn't like what they see when they look at Billy Hargrove, Keg King.

The tense silence between them gets interrupted, when some drunk girl shouts, “Steve!”

She's got dark hair, a low cut blouse, and an impossibly tight leather skirt. Pretty enough, Billy would say, but he can't remember her name; too many cows around here for him to bother learning what they're all called. It's only important that they know his name, yet it's Steve she calls for and reaches out to grab his hand.

“Steve come on,” she coos and sways even when standing still, “You owe me a dance for doing your essay!”

Steve doesn't resist when she starts pulling him along, just turns to Billy with a certain grin, and says lowly, “Duty calls.”

Admittedly, Billy is kinda impressed with just how easy it is for Steve, or rather, how easy Steve is.

And maybe he spends the next hour thinking about that, as he walks the party with a fresh beer in hand and a searching gaze, always keeping a lookout for where the host might have sneaked off to.

When he stops by the dining table to assist in a victory of beer pong, he's thinking about how often he's seen Steve in compromising positions, rarely ever with the same person twice in a row, but always with such a euphoric expression.

Or when he's standing with a gaggle of girls, charming his way into their hearts, and hopefully their panties, he's thinking about how Steve pays others to do his homework with the pleasure of his company, and how Billy got an A on his history test last week, and how he knows that Steve struggles with that especially.

And when he walks into the other living room that has been designated as a dance floor it seems, he's thinking about that happy trail being exposed whenever Steve raises his arms too high, the way his hair moves fluidly along with the motion of Steve's lively expression, the way his hips goes from side to side in rhythm to the music, and the way his grin twists something so delicious when almond eyes catch angelic blues staring.

Without missing a beat, Steve prances through the crowd; the flow of his body uninterrupted and damn near beautiful as he makes his way to still before Billy's motionless stature, and they share similar smiles as Billy looks at Steve with hooded eyes and something darkening the calm skies in his eyes, tongue out to wet his grin and Steve's appetite.

You Spin Me Round plays louder than Billy's thoughts, and Steve turns his back to him, dancing, arms up, making the shirt expose his dimples of Venus, and Billy finds himself wanting to grab on to the swaying hips, press his thumbs into where the skin dips in the small of Steve's back.

Billy's not much of a dancer himself, but he still sways slightly to the song, shoulders pumping to the rhythm of the least detestable song that's been played so far tonight. All the while he stares at Steve putting on quite the sweaty, twisting, swirling show, and it wouldn't be hard to believe that it is all for the enjoyment of Billy only, despite how others occasionally shoot jealous glares at the pair of them.

He doesn't even notice it when Steve takes a step closer, having once stood a respectable distance away, now so close that Billy can smell perfume on him; whether it's Steve who's gone diving in his mothers drawers, or from girls having been all over him tonight, is an uncertain factor, but he smells good. And perhaps Billy takes a step forward, the movement of Steve enchanting, but the Keg King would absolutely deny it. Deny that there's someone in town who can so easily bewitch him with barely any effort. Deny that he's not in control of this attraction no more than magnets are to metal.

But when there's contact between them as Steve accidentally grazes against Billy with his ass, it becomes increasingly difficult to sustain plausible deniability, and his salacious little smirk falls. And as Steve continues to flow with the rhythm, he meets with Billy's crotch again, this time with more accuracy- more force, and Billy chokes back a, “Fuck,” that wouldn't have been heard no matter what here. When it happens again and again and again, Billy feels heat drain down to pool near his gut, and with every timid grind against his swelling flesh, it ripples through him, like rain breaking surface tension, a fever pulsating.

And this time he takes a definite step forth, pressing himself into Steve's confident movement, who pushes back against him, hips circling around, plump cheeks pressing deliberately into the noticeable bulge now, and although Billy can't see Steve's face, he would bet money on how he's undoubtedly smiling at the attention.

Enough is soon enough, and Billy grabs on to Steve's hips with near brutish force, stopping the irritatingly erratic motion and pulls him as close as possible, so that hopefully Steve can feel just how hard he is.

He leans forward, lips at the shell of Steve's ear, as he growls, “If you don't stop what you're doing, I won't be able to hold back.”

Steve turns his head as far as he can, ass flush with Billy's trapped erection, and shows just how eager he is for that little promise; mouth not turned up in a smile, but hanging wide open as he pants out, “Then don't.” Honeyed eyes drowning in black, lashes fluttering as he gives a tentative roll of his hips, causing Billy to lurch forward, grinding into the friction with a stuttering notion.

Behind a locked door, Steve's desk slams against the wall as he lands on it, Billy shoving at him, tearing off his shirt and dipping down to kiss rudely and bite along the exposed shoulder. Steve with his legs spread wraps them around Billy's firm hips and draws him closer to feel just how eager he is, too, as if the way he's moaning wasn't enough proof of that.

Steve yanks at golden hair to guide Billy up for a desirous meeting of lips, when Billy pulls away to hiss out, “You taste like pussy,” almost in wonder.

“Didn't think you'd mind that,” Steve chuckles then drives his slick tongue into Billy's mean mouth, feels how he sucks it all in, groaning at the mix of spit and booze and pussy that lingers. “How you want me, big boy?”

It takes Billy a second to understand he's being spoken to, as alcohol and his own unadulterated lust mixes in his system, making him grind all animalistic into the spread of Steve's thighs, like a fucking dog humping a leg.

“On your stomach, in bed,” he breathes out wetly and licks his lips to savor what's left of Steve there.

With a hand spread out onto his chest, Steve pushes Billy away, so that he can move off of the desk and step around the hulking, panting stature of Billy's burning hot body. There's a not-so-subtle chime of Steve's belt, his zipper going down a joyous melody, and honestly Billy shouldn't be this surprised to find out that Steve is going commando tonight, and perhaps he always is.

Billy doesn't move at first, paralyzed by the gorgeous curve of Steve's naked ass, how long and perfect his dick is, and he understands now why girls flock to him the way they do. Each and every mole across pale, lean skin the landmarks of a treasure map guiding you down between his legs.

And Steve crawls on to the bed, his knees just on the edge of the mattress, his back turned to Billy still, and he bends over, cheeks spread to expose his tight hole. Moves his right hand down between spread legs where his leaking erection hangs lonely, starts stroking it with slow pulls that brings out fresh moans, while his left hand goes past parted lips; two fingers knuckle deep as he sucks on them, tongue slipping between to get them proper wet and dripping.

“I want you so bad, Billy,” he whines once he's removes his fingers from his mouth. Leads them behind himself, presses both inside with ease, voice stuttering as he pumps them in and out. “Every since I saw you at Tina's party, ahh, when you knocked me off my throne, beat my keg stand record- fuck-” Fingers speed up for a moment, then slows down again, teasing himself- teasing Billy. “I've- I've never felt so defeated, so... alive.”

Billy feels his underwear stick where he's leaking, untouched, but the performance that of a lifetime, and fuck he wishes he had a camera – convinced Steve would be into that, into being filmed like this. He's heard rumors about certain Polaroid pictures circulating school, but he hasn't had the chance to see yet, although that only makes this all the more sweeter, to see King Steve in all his glory afresh.

He tugs his shirt off over his head, unbuckles and unzips, moving closer with a hand down to massage his painful, throbbing cock. Knows that Steve is watching him as he leers at his entrance begging for more, clenching something so unsatisfied at his own two fingers. Without warning, Billy slicks up his own fingers with spit and plunges them inside along with Steve's own two digits.

“Fuck, ahh!” Steve cries out and arches his back, “Your fingers are so thick.”

At a pace set by Billy, they dive in and out, stretching him together, and Billy sees it fit to spit right on him, lubing him up a bit more and moves faster as he intently listens to how Steve is moaning and calling out for more, harder, deeper.

“Jesus Harrington, you're so fucking insatiable...” Billy looks down at where Steve's eyes are closed tightly, knitted with pleasure, mouth wide open to let out all these delicious noises. “Such a slut,” Billy drawls, and is convinced that Steve's ass clenches a bit tighter at that word. Slut. “So hungry for my fat cock, huh?”

“Yeah,” Steve whines and nods profusely, opening his eyes finally to catch cold waters meeting his gaze immediately. “Please,” he begs.

And as Billy pulls out his fingers, so does Steve, who brings both hands down to clutch at the bed sheets, his breathing shaky with anticipation, his prick drooling all over the blue covers.

“Lube and condoms in the top drawer, there,” he pants and points to the bedside table.

Where Billy is quick to yank it open and grabs both in one hand; his other continuously stroking himself through the trunks that are suffocating him, knowing that if he didn't keep that barrier of fabric in place, he'd blow far too soon from just the sight of Steve being so damn horny and needy.

“Can't wait to fill you up so good, princess,” he huffs as he slips on the condom.

Steve shakes his ass in a taunting manner with a lazy smile, and Billy can't help but laugh lightly at it, then brings his hand across one cheek, and-

“A-ah!” Steve moans out and presses his face deeper into the duvet.

And the grin that cracks across Billy's handsome features is awfully telling.

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby, you won't be able to walk or sit straight for month,” he growls and licks his lips. “When I'm done with you, no other guy in Hawkins will be able to make you cum as good, won't satisfy you the same way I do.”

The cap of the lube pops open, and Billy slicks up two fingers, then promptly pushes them inside to lather Steve's ass up, who whines impatiently and moves his hips against the broad digits.

“Please, Billy,” voice all pathetic, “Just fuck me already.”

“Mmm patience,” Billy coos as he removes himself again, “Don't wanna hurt you by going in too dry.”

He covers his steely erection in a spirited amount of lube, excessively so as he strokes himself through the condom, and then goes to line up with Steve's fluttering hole, gasping, aching to be full. Pushes inside with nary a hint of kindness, bottoming out in one headlong swoop, leaving Steve moaning out long, and Billy grabs on with both hands to quell all motion between them, as he revels in how tight Steve is, how he's sucking him in.

“Oh fuck, Billy,” Steve keens and tries to move, but stern hands keeps him locked in place. “You're so big.”

“Yeah, I know,” Billy chuckles out like rumbling thunder in his chest.

Hands move off of Steve's hips to go grab two fistfuls of soft ass, where he spreads the cheeks as far apart as they can go, as to get a good and proper look at how his girthy cock is sunk deep inside, watches how the rim clench around him with a hunger to be thoroughly fucked. And at a pace menacingly slow, Billy pulls out, feels how every muscle clings to him like he's the most important thing in the world right now, and Steve whines as if it's true, too.

He keeps his stare there, watching with great interest as he moves till just his fat head remains inside, then shoves right back in, receiving the most vivid and alluring cry of his name from Steve's pretty pink lips.

“Billy- fuck, ah-” Steve moans with no inhibition as Billy sets a brutal pace of pulling out just to snap his hips back against Steve's exposed ass.

Skin slaps louder than the music downstairs, accompanied well by the squelching of Steve's dripping wet hole and his lascivious singing of praises and curses; the bed concurring with slight creaks. Steve arches his back in the most gorgeous curve, a pose with his plump ass raised with such expertise it shows just how often he's found himself like this, yet still calls out as if it's his first.

“Shit, princess, harrh, for being such a slut you sure keep tight,” Billy groans out as he slams his veiny cock into the most fantastic velvet heat.

A warmth that stirs perfectly at the base of his dick, waves of it washing down his thighs as he continues to chase his own high with the most ferocious will.

He bends forward, driving himself as deep as physically possible, and brings one hand down onto the back of Steve's neck, squeezing and pressing him into the bed.

“Yes- yes! Ah-” Steve croons like a bitch in heat, eyes rolling back, hands seeking for something to grab on to.

And Billy barks a laugh at how lost Steve becomes, how indignant and uncontrolled his voice becomes.

“You like it rough, huh bitch?” Billy growls like a wild hound, baring his canines and licking across the sharpness there, his thrusts rapid. “Like it when a real man fucks you?”

“Yes,” Steve chokes out, oh so pliant and dazed.

“Mmnh, hah, feel so good inside baby, sucking me in- my thick cock splitting you open.” Billy grazes his teeth across where he can reach on Steve's shoulder.

The response a whine, high pitched and erotic, and Steve reaches for himself-

But his wrist is quickly grabbed by Billy's other hand, pinning it above Steve's head; now most of Billy's heavy body weight pressing onto his neck, and his body tenses tighter.

“Fuck, ah,” Billy grunts as he feels muscles clasp around him like a vice. “Why don't you show me how beautiful you look cumming on my dick alone?”

“Billy,” Steve moans in a telling way of how close he is, and of how helpless he is. “I'm- I'm close-”

“Yeah you are.” Billy grins and bucks his hips all cruel and ruthless; wants Steve to remember this, to maybe be a bit sore after, cheeks red and ass puffy, throat sore from overuse. Want hims to know that absolutely no one else is ever going to make him nearly scream like this. “You're such an easy little whore, Stevie.”

“I am, ah- shit-” Steve admits readily, mumbles something more in agreeance, but all Billy can make out is his own name being called for again and again in tandem with his girthy cock hitting all the right spots.

It barely takes more than that before Steve's cumming; shooting hot and white all over his expensive sheets, body tensing up to a choking point that pulls Billy closer, the tightness unparalleled by any pussy he's ever been this deep in.

“Fuck that's hot,” his voice dripping with lust thick as honey.

“Don't- don't stop, please,” Steve's voice barely there, fucked out and hoarse, body going limp as he whines at the delicious overstimulation.

“Oh yeah, pretty boy? Want me to-” Billy gasps as he can barely manage words as he slams hard against Steve's worn ass, desperately clenching around him, and he stands up fully, plants his feet and digs his nails into fleshy hips. “-Want me to use you? Like a fucking toy?”

“Yes! Yes, Billy, fuck me-”

The wet slapping of skin in perfect harmony with Steve moaning a whole ballad, brings Billy to his blinding climax, forcing a stutter to his hips as he slams home hard enough for Steve to move up the bed, and he calls out with no restraint as his throbbing cock pulsates and kicks; draining him of all heat and energy into the condom buried deep in Steve's desirous hole.

As adrenaline seeps out, exhaustion comes in and he slumps forward, shoving at Steve's shoulder to keep him in place as he twitches and goes soft. Chest heaving, curls sticking to his neck and forehead, thighs sore from a good days work. He rubs the space between Steve's shoulder blades with a firm thumb, who hums pleasantly between equally exhausted pants.

But Billy has to pull out, takes off the condom and ties it neatly, before collapsing next to Steve on the bed.

And Steve rolls on to his side, rests his warm palm on sweaty pecks, smiling all satisfied and admiring the view of Billy's spent dick. “You did good, tiger... think you can go another round?”

Billy snorts abruptly – he can barely keep his eyes open right now. “Are you serious?”

Steve climbs right on top of him, landing with his own impressive cock side by side with Billy's vastly shorter, but definitely thicker, dick. He rocks back and forth all lazy like, sighing with a definite promise of more.

But Billy winces with a sharp inhale and reaches down to stop the motion of those pale hips on top. “Fuck- stop! I'm spent, go find some other hole to fulfill your needs.”

“Hmm...” Steve thinks about something, but climbs off never the less. “I'm gonna give you fifteen minutes, and if you're still to weak after that I can easily find someone else.”

He's quick to get dressed again, leaving Billy to feel, yes, weak and perhaps a bit piteous, sprawled out on King Steve's bed, a mess of sweat next to a pool of semen, yet Steve steps up to him and leans down.

“But,” he coos softly and smiles just so, “If you ever want to do this again, or something else, I can make room for you in my busy schedule.”

And Steve kisses Billy on the lips, making the poorer guy immediately desire more, but as Steve pulls away again, Billy continues to feel defeated and impossibly exhausted.

The last thing he notices before dozing off is the bedroom door closing.

#Harringrove #Lemon #My Writing #request #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Anonymous

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itsanerdlife · 4 years

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Bad For You 24/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

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“So, really. One girl?” You hold up his notebook. “You have to be like the worst Screw Crew Prince.” You smirk at him.

“Well I could put in all the things I’ve done with you.” He shrugs.

“You would need a whole new book.” You shrug. Peter slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to keep the laugh in.

“It’s them good girls, I’m telling you.” Howie smirks at his brother.

“Clearly.” Peter nods, grinning at you.

“Not to steal your line, but ahh think we could talk?” You smile at Howie.

“Sounds better coming from you.” Howie smiles.

“I mean I could hound you for your name.” You laugh. Peter helps you out of the chair.

“If you asked for his name that day, he would have blurted out Howard Anthony Stark. Before your mouth stopped moving.” Peter laughs.

“Why the fuck are you calling me out?” Howie looks at his brother, with a slack look.

“I mean, he’s not wrong.” You shrug stopping in front of Howie.

“You don’t know me like that.” Howie chuckles.

“Bullshit.” You, Peter and Steve laugh.

“I thought we were talking.” Howie looks at you. “Door can stay open.” He offers.

“I’m pretty sure those notebooks, say you do things with the door open.” Your head tips. Howie doesn’t say anything, his mouth puckers. “Oh my god, Howie!” You gap at him. He laughs, Peter and Steve follow.

“She’s cute when she’s jealous.” Howie grins.

“Remember she decked Harry tonight. Don’t think she won’t hit you too.” Peter reminds him.

“Yeah, how’s that hand?” Howie drops his eyes to your hand.

“Think my knuckles are bruised, but they’re okay.” You nod.

“Come on.” He gives your hand a small tug as he steps back out of the office. You follow, down the stairs and to his room. “The door can stay open. I’ll even stay on the other side of the room.” He shrugs, looking unsure.

“Howie, I laid in bed with you for two hours. I let you touch me and fall asleep on me. With the door closed. Besides what’s the worse that can happen? I sleep with you? Heaven forbid I do it again, cause I haven’t done that before.” You sass. He smirks, shoving the door shut.

“Thank you for earlier.” He nods, you clamber up on the bed. Sitting with your back against the headboard.

“Howie, I would do anything for you. I thought you already knew that.” You watch him sit on the edge of the bed. You roll your eyes, patting his side of the bed.

“Come on.” He smiles, moving up to sit next to you.

“I just figured after everything. You wouldn’t let me explain, so I just thought.” He shrugs.

“I was hurt, and that was about you trying to give me what I need. I didn’t need that. I didn’t want it.” You admit.

“I get it.” He nods.

“Tell me everything Howie.” You look over at him. “Explain it all to me. How the fuck we ended up in this situation. I need to know.” You nod.

“Spring semester. Harry slept with Steve’s girl. I slept with Kitty.” He sighs.

“I’m seeing major mistakes made already.” You nod.

“Steve was planning his revenge on Harry. I was dealing with something a little more life altering.” Howie swallows. “A couple weeks after I hooked up with Kitty. She wasn’t getting the whole one night only thing.” He sighs. “One day she corners me after class. Announcing she’s pregnant.” He nods slowly.

“Oh shit.” You whisper.

“I’m losing my shit. It’s not a serious connection, it’s superficial if we’re being honest. Just another name on the list. I mean, it was just fun, nothing serious. But she’s talking about having it and being together.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

He looks lost in his head. You shift, turning to face him. Pulling your knees underneath you. He looks over, watching you. You chew your bottom lip, taking a deep breathe.

“This makes it awkward.” You nod.

“What?” Howie’s brow pulls down.

“I’m pregnant.” You nod. It’s dead silent for a moment. Howie jerks up right, a grin plasters across his face.

“Let’s get hitched.” He announces. You lean back slightly.

“What?”

“Seriously I’ll go wake Clint up now. He got ordained online once on a dare.” His voice over excited, determined. You start to laugh, lord this wasn’t how you saw this going. “What?” Howie looks confused. “I’m serious, Y/N. Fuck that, marry me.” He nods. You’re trying to not pee your pants as you curl into a ball laughing. “Why are you laughing?” He grins at you.

“Howie.” You pant. Pushing yourself up again. You grin at him. “I was fucking with you.” You laugh. His face drops instantly. Disappointment reads across his features. “Oh no, no. Don’t do that.” You grin, moving towards him as he slumps back against the headboard.

“Do what?” He practically pouts.

“Look like a kicked puppy.” You snort.

“I’m not.” He mutters.

“Oh I was just getting you back for not telling me about the list.” You grin. He blinks stunned eyes at you.

“Oh you’re mean, baby girl.” He shakes his head. You shrug, he wasn’t wrong. He moves, knocking you backwards on his bed, settling himself over you, keeping you pinned down. “Fuck it, just knock you up instead.” He chuckles.

“Holy.” You laugh. “You never finished your story!” You slip your hands up his chest.

“Story?” He looks confused.

“Kitty and the pregnancy.” You remind him. He sighs, rolling off you. But he lies next to you, hand slipping up your side.

“So it goes on for a few weeks. Till one night, we’re having a party. One of her sorority sisters gets drunk, and lets it slip.” He smirks.

“What?” You blink up at him.

“She was never pregnant. She was just trying to trap me into a relationship.” He shrugs.

“Tricky bitch.” You mutter.

“I’m sorry this came out the way it did. I wish I could change how things happened.” He sighs.

“Don’t lie to me again Howie.” You warn him.

“Swear.” He smiles at you.

“When do you leave for home?” You sigh.

“Actually. I have to ask you something.” He admits.

“Sure.”

“Are you going home for the holiday?” He lifts a brow.

“No, my parents are on some island.” You roll your eyes.

“My mom asked if you wanted to come home with me.” He smiles.

“When did this happen?” You laugh.

“Before I fucked up everything.” He snorts.

“That’s like major.” You admit.

“So is saying I love you, for a guy who’s never thought twice about falling in love.” He laughs.

“Good point.” You laugh.

“Come home with me. So my mom can fawn over you, and my dad can embarrass the fuck out of me.” He winks.

“Okay.” You smile. “But I want to do something first.” You grin.

“I don’t think I know how to say the word no to you.” He laughs.

“Not that. Yet. But you know how you always say I’m mean?” You grin, pushing up on your elbow.

“You are.” He snorts.

“Well you’re about to find out how mean I can be.” You smirk.

“What do you mean?” He sits up. You follow.

“It’s going to require breaking, a few rules and some secret sharing.” You smile at him.

“We’re going to need Peter.” He laughs, grabbing his phone. He texts Peter, a few minutes later he’s slipping into the room.

“This better not be some weird brother threesome thing.” He warns you.

“We’ll save it for a rainy day.” You shrug.

“What?” Howie looks over at you.

“Actually. How good are you at tech?” You smile at Peter.

“Very good, why?” He watches you.

“Cause I’m feeling a little extra mean.” You admit.

“What did you have in mind?” Peter grins, taking a seat at Howie’s desk.

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thehargrovewhore · 5 years

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forbidden fruit 🍒 | billy hargrove [18+]

summary;

in which a religious girl - gets acquainted with billy hargrove, the newest resident of hawkins.

warnings;

religious reader. swearing. drinking. slight smut. smoking. oral [f receiving]. dirty talk. & soft billy.

author's note;

this is long as fuck, sorry 😭 there is going to be a part two, and maybe it'll develop into a mini series? ugh idk

okay so this is written from a third person point of view, but i couldn't think of a name so i'm using the y/n insert.

so, whatever your name is, there ya go 😊

tags;

@hargrovesprincess @sioxxskywalkerxx

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this was such a stupid idea and she knew it. pulling at her leather skirt, that barely came to her trembling knee's, it's inevitable that a feeling of harsh regret quickly swallowed the girl's entire body whole.

her mom and dad, who were both in bed and asleep, had the impression that their daughter was over at debs, who was another goody two-shoes, and church-going girl.

that was a blatant lie. instead, she had decided to make her first party appearance at tina's halloween bash.

halloween was absolutely forbidden. although it was her favorite holiday, besides christmas. horror movies? nope, those are the work of lucifer himself. dressing up in some slutty costume for the night? nope, that means you're the town harlet.

these were just a few examples of the ridiculous rules she has had to follow. now that y/n was almost 18 years old, it was getting unbearable being so pure and inexperienced.

in her mind, there was nothing sensational about her. she has a mess of wavy brown curls, that cascaded down her back and nearly reached her bottom.

her skin was tan due to her mother being hispanic, and a set of killer green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, were courtesy of her father.

there was nothing outstanding about her on a daily basis, she was no sharon tate, but tonight was a different story.

nancy wheeler spent hours on end making her look like a supermodel, and she did an outstanding job much to the disdain and impatience of steve harrington.

she was adorn in an outfit that would give her parents a heart attack and shoes that were about to break both of her ankles if she tripped over one more red solo cup.

she was dressed as a sexy kitten, which is something she has been wanting to do for years now. but, she has never gotten the chance until now due to her extremist parents.

being from an all girl catholic school and only dating boys from her church, male attention was hard to come by. she even noticed a few of the girls checking her out as well.

being the center of attention wasn't a reality in her world, and she didn't know how to handle the sudden change in the way people looked at her.

cat calls and loud whistles surrounded her. and some guy even pulled away from a makeout session with his girl to stare at y/n while she walked past them looking for steve and nancy nervously.

did she look ridiculous, is that why she has everybody's attention all of the sudden? she began to feel conscious about her body being so ... exposed, and needed a drink.

she wasn't a student at hawkins like these people were - and could hear them all whispering about her. trying too figure out who she was, or even who she came with.

it distracted her from the path ahead; and she slammed into an unnecessarily muscular chest.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry!"

the impact caused some beer from his can to slosh out all over his exposed chest that was only covered by a leather jacket. though, his chest had already been glistening with sweat.

his hair was a mess of blonde curls and he had sunkissed skin. his blue eyes left her completely smitten, along with the little smirk sitting constantly on the corner of his lips.

when they made eye contact, the room seemed to slow. she was completely speechless, upon the sheer sight of such a captivating person. he was a walking, talking sin.

"don't worry about it, angel."

angel. he just called her an angel. she could feel the deep heat rising to her cheeks upon his little nickname for her.

his voice was deep, brooding and sensual - which caused her heart to flutter maddeningly and her cheeks began to flush cherry red, which only seemed to spur the boy on.

she watched as his eyes, now more dilated and dark than they were a couple seconds ago, scanning over her outfit while his tongue darted out to run across his bottom lip.

she didn't know what to say to him, and opted to twiddle her thumbs while looking at the ground anxiously.

she didn't talk to boys much. especially; not to boys who looked like him. it was like he was fucking photoshopped, everything about him was the depiction of wet dreams.

his aura was oozing masculinity and it did intrigue her to the point of no return; she had to get a taste of this boy.

"i don't think i've seen you around before. because if i did, we would've already known each other pretty well."

his remark made her giggle and she looked back up at his ocean blue eyes, heart hammering within' her chest. what if this was just a joke? what if he was just toying with her?

she didn't know how to flirt. and she wasn't going to run the risk of looking like a total dumbass in front of him.

"i go to the catholic school, so i don't think you have." she giggled, noticing the mischievous glint in his eye at those words, and suddenly he took one large stride closer.

he got a cigarette from his back pocket, lighting it with a zippo. she wanted to ask him for one, but opted to chew on her bottom lip nervously, while watching him intently.

"religious girl, huh? i must say if i knew catholic girls were dressing this way now, my ass would've been in church, a long time ago." he charmed, smiling and showing off a set of perfectly white teeth.

"actually, they don't. this is my first time dressing like this, and my first time coming to a party." she confessed. now, those words sounded more pathetic, when she said them to someone other than her close friends and family.

"i'm billy hargrove. nice too meet you,"

"i'm y/n. it's nice too meet you as well, billy."

he took another step closer, and now she could feel the heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin.

billy extended his large hand out for her to shake; and as she did, billy pulled her even closer. this time their chests were almost touching, and y/n opted to bite on her lip.

he brought his thumb up, running it across her bottom lip seductively, snagging it from in between her teeth. at this point, she felt like she could faint from the simple touch.

"stop biting that lip, angel. you want a drink?" billy asked, and she nodded quickly, needed something to make her feel a little more confident. he led her through the crowd, trying to ignore everyone's glares and whispers.

they approached a table with various types of alcohol. its now dawning on her that she has never gotten drunk and didn't even know what type of drink she would like.

"i've never drank before, so you can pick." she blushed. its embarrassing being so pure. and she was scared that lack of experience in just about everything would turn him off, and make him walk away from her in a fit of laughter.

but, he didn't walk away from her. instead, billy smirked and scanned over the choices. he reached for everclear; which was his first drink and poured a small amount for her to sample.

she took it from him, gulping it down, her face scrunched up and eyebrows furrowing at the bitter taste. he grinned in amuesment, taking the cup from her and pouring. billy, who knew she was lightweight, did not give her much.

which she appreciated, because her legs were warm, and head was swimming already. billy watched her, smiling as she finished her second cup. she went to get another, but billy slapped her hand away.

"in moderation, alright? don't need you puking or passing out. everclear is some strong shit." he inquired, downing a shot of everclear himself, gazing at her intently.

"thanks," she laughed feeling a little bit dizzy. just as she is gaining the confidence make a move on him; the voice of one of his very loud friends had interrupted her attempts.

"hargrove! we got the keg ready, so let's do this shit!" billy looked over his shoulder - smirking at the boy dressed up as the karate kid, before turning his attention back to y/n.

"come with me, let me show you how it's done." he boasts before holding his hand out, which she happily took. their fingers interlocked, sending shockwaves down her arm & straight down to her toes.

they walked out to the backyard, where tons of drunken teenagers surrounded the keg stand, ready for a show. it felt like being in a movie and billy only made it more than surreal and elevating for her.

the loud rock music, the endless cheers, and the sound of drunken laughter and idiotic comments filled the cold air.

she watched from the sidelines while he was crowned the new keg king a title previously owned by steve harrington for the past three years in a row.

she found herself very interested as to how this man can consume that much beer without puking. billy must have been doing this type of thing for years.

the crowd counted along, herself including until billy was done by the count of 42 and the crowd erupted with glee and approbation.

he got up and let out a masculine yell of victory as all the beer he spit out began dripping down his chin and chest.

she found herself clapping along with others, only adding to his ego boost. the alcohol in her system, along with the cheers of those beside her, made this moment euphoric.

billy shoved a cigarette back in his mouth before walking back to where y/n was standing; slinging his arm around her shoulders and pressing her into his side as they went back into the completely packed house.

"that's how you do it, hawkins! that's how you do it." billy concluded while she was practically beaming beside him.

once inside, she followed billy through the crowd to toilet paper that was hanging from the ceiling. she laughed and grabbed some from above his head -- wiping some of the beer from his sleek chest, tempted to touch his tan skin.

"did you enjoy the show, angel?" billy beamed, leaning in so he could move a piece of hair away from her face. she did want to kiss him right then, but her nerves convinced her otherwise yet again.

"yes i did, congratulations on being the new kegking." she smiled, and wiped some beer off of the side of his mouth.

"king in the streets, and in the sheets, doll." he winked and grabbed her hand once more, leading her over to tommy, who was giving steve harrington and nancy major shit.

"we got ourselves a new keg king, harrington." tommy has now announced loudly followed by another boy making a snide comment at steve who had taken off his sunglasses and stared back at them angrily.

the tension between the two boys was overwhelming, so y/n opted to tug on his leather jacket and distract him. its clear that billy was imposing his new role as alpha male in hawkins onto steve, who used to run the town.

as nancy walked away from the scene, clearly annoyed, it was time for y/n to get billy's attention off of steve before a fight breaks out. that was the last thing she wanted.

and quite frankly she was already missing billy's attention and irreplaceable touch.

"billy, do you wanna go back outside with me?" she spoke and was desperate to get billy away from steve, someone would get seriously hurt over nothing, if she didn't.

he nodded, not once taking his eyes off of steve, backing up and wrapping his arm around her once again. and she could feel steve's gaze burning into her back, hateful and judgemental.

she grabbed two more cups of alcohol on their way out and made sure to find a spot away from the crowd, at a table with an ashtray so billy could smoke his cigarette.

she felt the drunken anger radiating from him. he needed to calm down, and she knew just the trick for that.

there were two chairs, but he instisted that she sit on his lap. he was asking her questions about her life, and what her religion entails. billy was genuinely curious about her.

"so, you really can't date unless their from your church?"

"yeah. it's stupid considering everyone there is hideous."

billy chuckled pulling her back against his chest. his other hand was sitting contently in the waistband of her skirt, and the tips of his fingers played with the hem of her panties.

this simple action was turning her on endlessly. billy, with his smug ass self, knew exactly what he was doing to her, and the change in her breathing indicates that fact.

as she finished the last of her drink, it was time to make a move. she was done acting like some nervous school-girl.

which she was, but that was entirely beside the point. she wanted billy to know that these feelings aren't one-sided; that she wanted him. it was time to act on those feelings.

"do you want to go back inside, angel?" billy asked, while his voice seemed to suddenly drop an octave, now sultry and low. did she want to go back inside? absolutely not.

she got off billy's lap, a look of disappointment crossing his features for a split second, before straddling him. his reaction was pure shock, his eyes widening before a grin etched itself across his handsome face.

she didn't give him time to say anything, instead she had leaned forward and captured his lips in a heated kiss. her first real kiss, full of fire, and it was breathtaking.

billy's cigarette was dropped on the ground, forgotten, as one hand came up to grip her waist, while the other laced itself into her hair, tugging her closer against him. she felt his hard-on, and could tell that his size wasn't small.

his tongue ran across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, making her jolt. she obeyed nonetheless, opening her lips slightly and inviting his tongue into her mouth. the feeling was strange, but the best type of strange imaginable.

her hands were pressed flush against his chest, slipping underneath the leather jacket to rest on his stomach. the boy beneath her began to bite her lip, making her whine.

she has never been intimate with anyone and he was now taking over her senses. all she could feel, hear and taste is billy hargrove. was this all a dream? it certainly felt like it.

overwhelming her with the taste of his tongue, and the feeling of his hands groping her ass through the leather skirt. his hands were rough, calloused, and was enough to make her completely weakened.

billy then grinded her against his hard on, and the skirt let him get easy access to her dark red underwear. her hands flew up to clasp his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"we don't have to do this, alright?" he comforted, sensing that she was having second thoughts. but she wasn't. the pure bliss billy was supplying was something that she did not want to end anytime soon.

"i want this billy, i really do. please?" she whispered as her hands began to run up and down his chiseled chest.

billy's control slipped away in that moment - and then he picked her up while she giggled in his arms, before taking her to the secluded spot where his camaro was parked.

she laughed as billy fumbled with getting her in the back, closing the door behind him with his foot and set himself in between legs. y/n was nervous, she didn't have a damn clue what she was doing, but she felt safe with him.

he captured her lips again, taking control and shoving his tongue back in her mouth while his hands wandered up & down her untouched body, stopping at her exposed hips.

his touches were soft and tentative, careful not to cross a boundary and scare her away. billy knew that she has not been touched like this before and it only thrilled him more than he was before.

she leaned into his touch; and felt herself growing heavy adoration for the fact that he is being so gentle & patient with her.

billy leaned down to press kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, where he sucked at the sensitive skin. then, a surge of white heat flashed through her body, she arched her back against him and moaned loudly.

his hands slipped under her bra, before his fingers began to tentatively graze over her nipples. billy pinched them and tried to focus on her reaction to see what she liked. it was starting off sensual, he was being careful with her.

and when it earned him another moan, he knew. having a person touch her like this was foreign and intoxicating. its like all her morals were being thrown out the window, she would do anything as long as it meant that he kept going.

"do you like that, angel?" billy whispered in her ear, sliding her shirt off and un-clipping her bra. her breasts were out and showcased to him, a growl falling from his lips. she is stunning in his eyes, untouched and radiating purity.

she nodded, unable to find words and moaning as billy took her left nipple into his mouth, suckling gently. she weaves her fingers through his blonde locks, bringing him closer.

the action was sending little jolts of electricity down y/n's entire body, her toes curling, as billy's tongue flicked over the hardened bud. her core was aching at this point and it was vital that billy touch her already before she bursts.

her hands wandered from his hair down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles, making him groan. one hand stayed on his abs, while the other ran over his clothed hard-on. it seemed to spur his movements on as he thrust his strong hips into her touch, making y/n grip his dick a little harder than before, which he seemed to enjoy.

billy suddenly released her nipple, growling, placing little kisses down the valley between her breasts. all of her life, she was taught to think that this is repulsive. when in fact it wasn't repulsive, this was amazing.

he stopped to bunch her leather skirt around her waist, and his fingers traced her folds through her panties. the moan that left her lips afterwards only served to make a raging hard-on form within' his tight jeans.

he moved her panties to the side feeling her stiffen. she is now exposed to someone for the first time, and could not read his mind. she had no clue what he thought about her and more specifically, her most private area.

"look at that pretty little pussy. you're so wet, angel." billy, who knew what his words were doing, slid a finger gently down her slit, parting her folds, and blowing cold air onto her sensitive clit.

she whined, arching into his touch, his name falling from her lips. all the times that she has touched herself, hasn't felt near as good as this did, and billy hasn't even started.

when he latched his lips around her clit, throwing her legs over his broad shoulders, she almost screamed.

his tongue flicked quick circles around the tiny nub, then switched back to sucking gently, watching while her face contorted in pleasure. he groaned at the sight, sending a series of vibrations straight through her clit.

"oh! please don't stop, it feels so good." she whimpered as one of his thick fingers began to probe her entrance. it's a quite different sensation that she welcomed. bucking into his hand, the finger casually slipped inside her pussy.

she groaned at the feeling, having fingered herself before but with him, it was a completely different experience. he pushed inside of her until his finger was knuckle deep, he was sure to gage her reaction and make sure it didn't hurt her or make her uncomfortable.

"what a good girl," billy marveled huskily; watching the way her pussy stretched around his finger. she took his finger-fucking like a champ, and he was loving this.

his finger knew exactly what to do. rubbing right against her g-spot with slow strokes, curling upwards and feeling her inner walls contracting tightly.

"billy! right there," y/n gasped, moving her hips along with the increasing rhythm of his hand, he was hitting her spot with expert accuracy.

it wasn't going to take much for her to cum, especially with the sounds he was making. like, he gets more out out of this pleasurable experience than she does.

he began sucking on her nub harshly and the pace of his fingers became relentless, one large hand coming up too keep her squirming hips down on the seat.

he slowly added another finger, curling them both up into her spongy g-spot. billy was determined to give her a real and genuine orgasam, which would be her first one. in his mind, this was his way of staking a direct claim on her.

the speed of his fingers, and the feeling of his tongue working together in harmony made the coil snap and soon her legs were tightening around billy's head.

"fuck yes! oh my god, billy!" she cried out feeling that coil in the pit of her stomach snap, clenching around his thick digits violently, her legs trembling as the high she has just experienced made her feel exhausted.

"did that feel good, baby?" he whispered darkly -- coming back up to her face and slipping his tongue into the warm confines of her mouth so she could taste herself.

"that felt amazing. what about you? aren't we going to do it now?" she asked unashamedly, trying to reach for billys pants but he wouldn't allow her to touch him. y/n was the definition of confused. why didn't he want to fuck her?

"another night, okay? i just wanted to make you feel good tonight, doll. we don't need to rush anything." he cooed & she felt herself melting into the seat upon his kindness.

"are you sure?" she whispered - watching as billy put her underwear and leather skirt back into place. "i'm positive, angel. that's only if i can see you again, though?"

"of course you can see me again." she retorted, placing a little kiss upon his lips while he lit up a cigarette. "then it's settled. i don't want to take your virginity while you're still drunk." he comforted, pulling her into his broad embrace.

she sat with him for a little while listening to music and talking. she even tried to drag off his burning cigarette, but instead had a coughing fit, to which he chuckled at her and lightly teased her about.

"told you babe, it's harsh."

"oh shut up. you're harsh."

after he took her home, blasting metallica in the car, billy helped her to sneak back in her window, so she wouldn't fall and wake up her parents. before closing her window; she leaned over the ledge and gave him a sweet kiss.

he was going to go home & jerk off to the image of her orgasming in the backseat.

"i'll see you tomorrow, angel. sleep tight."

"goodnight, billy. don't forget to park down the road."

billy nodded, smirking and watching while she closed her window and light pink curtain.

even then - he didn't leave immediately. he just wanted to kiss her again. to feel her come apart underneath him. it's unusual for him to be so smitten. but y/n sent chills down his spine with her unparalleled beauty and kindness.

this girl is going to be the death of him, that much is for sure.

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catch22inareddress · 6 years

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Sassafrass Chapter Two: Part Deux

Bucky put his hands up in mock surrender. "Honestly that's it. And thank you for wanting to protect my virtue from such an....unsavory woman." He genuinely laughed and you felt a victory at the sweet sound. You turned around but remained between his knees but now facing the bar. You looked back at him. "Who said you're safe from me Sergeant Barnes?"

You felt him lean in and his breath was on your ear. "Keep calling me Sergeant, and you'll find out how successful that serum truly was."

Your breath hitched as he laughed and leaned back in his chair with your ass on full display snuggled right between his thighs.

Check fucking mate.

As the plane landed, your body was in a damn tizzy. That's right a damn tizzy, and you were sure that if you were a trained warrior princess, you would be in a puddle on the floor. Wanda even tried to calm your frenzied thoughts to which you told to get her red witch way out of your head before your tit punched her. Nat always hated when she was left out of your mind conversations to which Wanda replied she hadn't yet learned to three-way telepathy yet. When she learned to group chat via mind telepathy that shit was going to get real.

On the way to the luxurious car that Tony had waiting slut bags was hanging all over Bucky. To Nat’s amusement, you decided to send a gust of wind her way letting it send her dress straight up and over her head. She quickly dropped her hands from Bucky and lowered her skirt. Her hair wasn't as easily fixed and that was an utter fucking delight. The flock of seagulls hairstyle was not doing her any favors and Sam was having a hay day.

Once everyone was situated in the vehicle, you found yourself next to Stark and as much as you loved the heart that Tony had, his ever-present hard on that quite literally was pressing against you was the most aggravating thing in the world. Ever since he and Pepper were more off than on, he was in full ass mode. "Tony, seriously? How much Viagra do you take? I can feel your mini iron man poking me." Steve chuckled next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky stop talking to Sam's future roommate and enemy of the state. Tony smirked deviously. "What I can't help it. You turn me into a spring chicken. Plus I'm younger than Gramps and Toy soldier over there."

"Yea, well your lil toy soldier is grossing the fuck outta me right now." You laughed and scurried onto Caps lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and settled in. Steve blushed but just wrapped his arms around you. Now you're not going to deny that Steve was handsome as all hell. Anyone would say he was chiseled from marble by Michelangelo himself. He is so sweet that you could get a damn toothache just talking to his stupid smedium shirt wearing ass. He's just no your type. He was more of the I can flirt with you all day and snuggle with your best friend, but that's all. You did appreciate how he could be all Captain mode one minute and then go all shy asking about how he's supposed to please a woman talk. Yes, that totally happened. You were close, flirted and talked about shit from one spectrum to the other but knew that it would never happen. Luckily, you knew that the feeling was mutual. He liked the closeness and being able to not be judged for not being on point all the time and being perfect, but romance was not in the cards for you two. So while he blushed at the closeness of your ass on his cock, he wasn't offended or getting the wrong signal. He was getting a laugh at Bucky's face though. Which he shrugged and smiled, gaining your attention. Another one of Steve's quirks was loving to get under Bucky's skin, call it brotherly love.

"What are you doing Rogers?" He quirked his eyebrow and smirked cunningly. "Oh, nothing doll. Buck's just jealous." You couldn't help but smile. "Please, I told you. He doesn't like me. The man is a hot mess." Steve shook his head. "Again, I hate that phrase. It confuses the hell outta me doll. Hot mess?" You laugh while the car hit a bump and you grabbed his shoulder tightly. "It's not literal you idgit. Also, I told you to download Urban Dictionary you star spangled dumbass." His laugh boomed through the vehicle, and he leaned in. "Either way this a perfect chance to make him jealous. Lean in and whisper something and I'll groan or something."

You smirk at how evil the purest of pure was behaving and for a moment you felt mama bear proud. This must've been how Wade felt every time you told him to 'Fuck off' or 'Suck my dick fucking cock gobbler.' You laughed to yourself but then leaned and to his ear and contained a moan at how delicious the man smelled. "Have I finally brought you to the dark side, Captain? You're being positively naughty." To earn a legitimate moan you but his earlobe and he growled. You pulled away trying to hide your glee at his earnest reaction. It was his turn to lean in, and you took a chance to look at Bucky. He had his mask on and it was unreadable. Dammit to hell! You were never going to catch a break with this mountain of man and metal.

"Y/N did you see his reaction? You have him eating outta the palm of your hand." Steve murmured against your neck. You looked him in his baby blues and felt his head for a fever dramatically. He was momentarily confused.

"Have you been huffing paint fumes Steven Grant Roger's? That man is nothing of the sort." He stared at you a second. "Are you fuckin' kiddin me Y/L/N." You mocked grabbed your chest in horror at his language and he chuckled. "Well I am a fuckin' lady you cock jockey, and I have never been spoken to in such a way."

Once again his laugh took over the vehicle while he made no apologies and he grabbed your thigh since his left boob was currently blocked by your body. "Why is it so hard for you to take my word. He likes you. A lot." You kissed his cheek for everyone's viewing pleasure then continued your conversation. Wanting to keep it PG of course.

"Let me count the ways. Leaving out the sexy exchange Bucktown let loose on the plane that I had to change my panties for. He runs cold with me allll the time. Barely says words in my presence normally glares in my direction. See exhibit A at your 2 o'clock. And generally acts like I'm the bane of his existence." Steve nods and ruminates.

"First, I'm pleased to know you even wear underwear. I pegged you for a commando girl myself. Second, fair enough. Now what I see is he chose the room closest to you when we relocated to the compound. He always sits closest to you during movie night..and really any opportunity comes to think of it. Right now he's white-knuckling it so hard I think he's going to break the car. The last agent that hit on you he broke his arm in training. Shall I continue?"

You released the breath that you didn't know you were holding. "Okay then Cap, what do I do?" Steve smiled and ran his hand up and down your thigh. "Pfft. He won't willingly talk about his feelings. We both know that. So you'll have to break him. Tease the shit out of him with little touches until he caves. He hasn't been willingly touched in years and he's so touch starved it'll be exactly what he needs." Both of your faces mirrored each other. Pure heartbreak. "He needs you. He just doesn't know it yet. And you and I already know you need him so don't even lie to me. I know you better than you know yourself you little shit." You instantly glared but then smiled. "Shut the Fuck up Roger's, or I'll dick punch you, and you'll be down for the count for Sharon." He gasped then narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't." You shrugged and smiled.

At the house, Tony told everyone where their room was at. You and Bucky had a room at the end that overlooked the ocean and pool and had a balcony. "Holy shit Bucknasty look at this!" You walked out on the balcony and leaned on the railing. He came out and leaned on the door frame looking out at you and the view beyond.

" Yea. It's damn near majestic." He said in a flat tone, but it made you smile and face him. "What's this? The infamous Winter Fucking Soldier has a sense of humor? Alert the media." He lowered his head causing his chestnut hair fell forward covering his face. "Not as funny and charming as some but I have my rare moments." You could tell he was shy and out of his element, so you decided to take Stevie boys advice.

You pushed off the balcony and touched his metal arm, instantly he tensed. "Don't be so hard on yourself Bucky. I think your plenty charming when you want to be." You could hear the metal arm whirring and clicking underneath your touch and damnit if it wasn't the sexiest thing you've heard. You knew that he hated that arm with the passion of a thousand suns, but it intrigued you. Many a night you had spent dreaming of what that arm could do. Hell, you and Wanda once spent an entire hour talking about the mechanics of that arm and if he could make it vibrate. Albeit you both were drunk, but still.

You decided to get into your bikini otherwise you were going to have to start fanning yourself in front of Bucky at any moment. It was a navy blue retro style that you and Wanda had picked out a few weeks ago and secretly was hoping Bucky would like. It reminded you of a pinup girl, and the color matched his jacket from the war. As you looked in the bathroom mirror, you knew Steve was right. You needed him, and you were, in fact, the hot mess which at the moment has ten rampant squirrels running wild in your stomach. You walked out pretending to be calm and stopped when you saw him standing there in his swim trunks fastening the tie, shirtless. Usually he would always wear a rashguard at the compound. He looked up at you and just stared, open-mouthed.

"Hey. Eyes up here soldier." You pointed your fingers from your breasts to your eyes, and he blushed. "Sorry. I -I just. You look nice in that suit. It reminds me of dames back in my day. Not the slutty shit you see everyone else wear." You internally high fived yourself for the excellent choice.

Check fucking mate!

You grabbed your iPod and sunglasses and went to walk past Bucky and saw him grab for his shirt and immediately stopped. Not today! "Absolutely not James Buchanan Barnes!" He jumped from your scolding while you snatched the soft shirt out of his hands and held it behind your back.

"Cmon Y/N. Give it back. I'm not going out there without it." You took a step to face him and took a moment to really look at him. Gone was the confident soldier on missions. Gone was the confident man on the plane. He was in there....somewhere. Steve was right. Bucky needed you. You had to bring him out. You had to bring the little bit of James Buchanan Barnes that was still hiding in there begging for release. He needed to meld with the new Bucky.

"Why?" With a soft but firm voice you asked and looked him in the eyes, and you could see his fear of rejection and anger towards the question. "You know damn well why!" He tried to snatch it away but you were able to dodge his hand and quick reflexes. "Tell me, James." He stilled at the use of his real name and bit his lip. You had him. You loved his name and how it sounded coming from your lips. The ways his eyes darkened and the instant reaction that you gained from it. His head dropped as though he was ashamed. "The scar is hideous and I- I'm hideous. I don't want them staring at me." He continued to look down.

His words hurt you and the thought of anyone judging him pissed you off. "Who will judge you? We are family and family love each other, James. I love Wade and he looks like a shriveled up foreskin with teeth. No one cares about your scar. It's apart of you. Who cares about Blondie. If you like her that much. Take the damn shirt. But if she hurts you I will fuck her shit up. As for me. I think you are absolutely beautiful. A masterpiece." He scoffed but it didn't stop you instead it added to your anger and you walked towards him and he walked back until his legs hit the bed. A gush of wind came around you and swirled through the room and kicked up his hair and yours.

"No, you listen to me. You are no less handsome than Steve or Thor. You're just different. You're more perfect because of your imperfections. You're just too much of a douche nozzle to see that. So wear your fucking shirt. Go find big tit Blondie. I'm sure she ripe for the picking. But the only thing that makes you any less attractive to most women is your lack of confidence. Own your body."

You stormed out of the room, and the burst of wind dropped Bucky on the bed, breathless. Wanda and Nat rounded the corner to find a rather flustered air bender storming down the hall. "Oh no. Trouble in paradise?" You shrugged and continued to walk it off. How could someone so perfect be so utterly clueless? "Honestly. I don't even know what the hell just happened. He just infuriated the shit out of me. One minute I think I'm getting somewhere and the next I don't know. I don't know if he likes me or if it's in my head. I don't know if he likes the blonde bimbo. For fuck's sake. I'm in high school again."

Out of nowhere Clint came up behind Nat and picked her up. "Someone say high school? If that's the case, we should be drinking by now!" You wrapped your arms around Wanda, and she held on with her hand. "Please tell me they are hooking up by now. " She shook her head and giggled.

"Not yet but I got a hundred that it will happen by Sunday." You laughed at the thought of Clint finally getting laid and Nat rocking his world. " Oh, dear girl. My money is on tonight." You two shook on it. "My darling little witch?" She frowned at you already knowing what you were going to ask of her. "No." You sat at the bar and dramatically pouted while she sighed next to you.

"The truth is.... I can't. The one time I did try to go in...it was exceptionally hard. I thought I could help him. There are so so many dark places in his mind. He feels so lost and has so much hatred placed on Winter Soldier that it's problematic for him to separate that because it so compartmentalized. I know that he cares for you. But I don't know in what capacity. I'm sorry." She was silent for a moment and then continued. "I can't just feel it when only you are together. He has it when he is with Steve too and but no one else. At least not at that intensity. He's connected to you. It could be because he feels like you are the only other friend he truly has here or he that he has other feelings. I just. .. I don't know." She was so focused and lost in thought that you had to touch her hand to bring her back.

"Love you witchy witch. Thank you. I needed that. So now I know he would at least save me from a burning building. That's something and the ego boost I need." She smiled and leaned into your shoulder. "One day you will have to have a serious conversation with him."

You took a shot of tequila. "Serious conversation? Highly overrated my dearest."

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name: honey

star sign: aquarius

gender: cisfemale

sexuality: bisexual

what image do you have as a wallpaper: on my mac it’s one of the generic wallpapers with a bunch of trees on a mountainside partially covered in fog, but you can barely see the image anyway bc i have so much shit saved on my desktop. on my phone, the lockscreen is this photo of tom holland that he posted on valentine’s day and my background is a photo of my friends and me taken while we were on holiday in seoul

ever had a crush on a teacher: in the 3rd grade we had to keep a journal that our homeroom teacher would read (so that they could keep up with what was going on in class besides academic stuff, i guess). although i did mention having a crush on one of the boys in the class, i also spent an entire entry basically flirting with my homeroom teacher (a sweet woman in her 20s). i made up some really cliche inspirational quote and told her that i hope it “put a big smile on her pretty face”, and also i kept asking her stuff like what her favourite song was, favourite colour, etc.

where do you see yourself in ten years: hopefully financially stable

if you could be anywhere else right now, where? back in the US, tbh. i did a semester abroad there, and it was probably the best 6 months of my life

coolest halloween costume: i’ve only ever dressed up for halloween twice. first time i was maybe 17 or 18 and i was wednesday addams. and then last year i dressed as a 1920s flapper girl (thank you, party city)

last kiss: a month ago? start of july, i was in taipei for a quick getaway and met up with a friend there. she took me to a club, and uh, i am a very, very slutty drunk

have you ever been stood up? nah

ever been to las vegas? no, but i’ve been to atlantic city? asdfhl

favourite pair of shoes? i have a gazillion shoes and it’s a real Problem bc i keep buying new shoes and then just hardly ever wearing them bc i live for comfort and only ever really wear my nike free 5.0 in black. or if i’m too lazy to wear socks i just wear my steve madden bryceee sandals in tan

favourite fruit: any other day i’d probably say mango, but i just had cherries last night, so! bing cherries, to be specific

favourite book: i wrote a whole ass paragraph and then deleted everything but the tl;dr is: there are books that resonated deeply with me but only bc i read them at a time when i needed them and i’m not comfortable declaring any one of those a favourite bc i’m not sure my love for them will hold up now that i am in a different headspace

stupidest thing ever done: in my first year of uni i had two finals and my dumb ass mixed up the dates and i didn’t realise i’d been studying for the wrong one until the day before when my friend was like “so are you ready for media writing final tomorrow?” and in that moment, i knew i was Fucked

favourite gif: i get called... “white man’s whore”...

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Bad For You 22/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

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You stood against the one wall, a party going on around you. Nat and Wanda convinced you to celebrate. Midterms were over, and the holiday break started Tuesday. It should be exciting, but it wasn’t, it was just disappointing.

You were hoping to stay just long enough to pass off as a quick celebration. You knew Howie was around, you’d seen Steve and Clint earlier. You got a nod from the two of them, but both respected your space. But your luck really just wasn’t that good anymore.

You were admiring the tattoo on your forearm. The memory played in your head, making you smile softly. The sleeves of your Hanley pushed up to your elbows. A hand wraps around your arm, blocking your tattoo.

“What the fuck is this, Y/N?” Harry spits, holding up your arm.

“Ow!” You wince. Having to shuffle closer to Harry the way he was holding your arm. “It’s a tattoo. God Harry. Let go.” You try to pry his hand off.

“When did you get this?” He demands.

“With Howie.” You snap back at him.

The smell of tequila comes off like waves, making your stomach jump. Your eyes connect to his, blood shot, heavy and blurry. He’s wasted. His grip like a pythons, wrapped tightly around your arm.

“You seriously don’t get it. You’re not his.” He shakes you suddenly. “You are mine!” Harry suddenly yells. You’re so surprised you lean back slightly, completely caught off guard.

“Osborn!” Your eyes sink closed and a shiver spreads down your spin.

You open your eyes in time to see Howie shove Harry. He lets go of your arm but manages to stay up right. Howie hits Harry and it’s a full on fist fight. They hit the ground, throwing punches.

“Howie! Stop!” You yell. Nothing, they’re still rolling across the floor. You turn, running into the next room. “Peter! Clint!” You find them. Jumping up they run at you. “Howie!” You hurry back.

“Shit!” Peter shoves through faster than you, Clint on his heels.

“Come on How!” Clint grabs for Howie.

Peter does the same. They manage to get them apart. Harry scrambles to his feet, not ready to be done. Howie is still running his mouth. Harry jerks forward, your fist swings through, nailing him in the nose. He drops to the ground. You wince, shaking out your hand.

“Damn.” Peter blinks at you.

“I told you to stay away from me Harry. Or I’d break your nose. I keep my promises.” You sneer at Harry on the ground.

“Bitch!” Harry yells from the ground, holding his nose. Howie struggles against his brothers hold.

“Hey.” You step in front of him. “You’re in enough trouble.” You warn him. His eyes fall on you. The fight gone instantly. He nods, his shoulders sagging. “Howie.” You watch him, stepping forward.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters softly.

“You need to go home.” You nod.

“No.” He shakes his head. Clint and Peter exchange a look. “I want to talk to you.” He pouts. You hated it, how much that affected you.

“Okay. You want to talk?” You nod. He blinks surprised eyes, nodding. “I’ll go too. Let’s go.” You put your hand out for his.

He takes it, letting you walk him out. Peter and Clint behind him, he didn’t look drunk, he didn’t act drunk. But he was off the rails, that much was true. Howie didn’t just throw down, he was a knock out walk away type. He wasn’t the fist fighting type.

You help him into the back of Peter’s car. Deciding to sit with him, his head comes to rest on your shoulder, he pulls your leg over his. Keeping his hand on your thigh, keeping you close. You slip your fingers into his rumbled hair.

“Howie?” You spoke softly. His head tilts to look at you. “How much did you drink tonight?” You ask.

“Don’t know.” He shrugs, getting comfortable again.

“How drunk are you?”

“Not very.” He admits.

“So you know what you did back there?” Peter asks.

“I told you all bets are off with Harry Osborn.” Howie mutters.

“What does that mean?” You look down at him.

“I won’t play nice with him.” Howie explains. Your brow pulls together, still confused.

“Y/N.” Clint turns in his seat, looking at you. “They have tempers. Both of them. But they’re always in control of them. You might think Howie’s a hot head, but that’s controlled Howie. Howie with out control, that’s like tonight.” He explains to you. You nod slowly, getting an understanding.

“We don’t lose control often. But you ever notice, Harry keeps putting his hands on you?” Peter asks, watching you in the review mirror.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“There are a lot of things we can bite down. But touching something that belongs to us. We can’t.” Peter nods.

“I see.” You nod, chewing your bottom lip.

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When you get to the house, you lead Howie inside, and up the stairs. When he drops down on the edge of his bed with a heavy sigh. You shut the door softly, turning to face. So conflicting being with Howie.

“Is your arm okay?” He asks, putting his hand out.

You move towards him, stepping between his legs, letting him inspect your arm. His fingers brush over your tattoo, a small smile crosses his lips. It’s a little sad around the edges. You slip your fingers into his hair, tipping his head back.

“How’s the cheek?” You ask, your eyes moving over the discoloration on his cheek.

“Doesn’t hurt.” He watches you.

“You’re going to sport a good bruise for the holidays.” You smile softly at him.

“My mom will love that.” He chuckles.

“Why did you do it, How?” You ask. Tipping your head, he reaches up brushing your hair back.

“Because you might not believe that I didn’t pay that girl. You might not believe me that you’re not a bed post girl. But I never lied when I said I love you.” He shrugs. You nod slowly.

“Come on How. You need to sleep it off.” You nod towards the pillows on the bed.

“Will you stay? Just for a while?” He swallows, looking defeated.

“Yeah. Come on.” You push him side ways on to the bed, kicking off your shoes.

You climb over him and settle on the other side of his bed. You let him tug you in closer, letting him curl up to you. It wasn’t till the shoulder of your shirt became cold, you realized he was breaking.

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Bad For You 8/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

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You slide to a stop, looking around. You wait, nothing follows.

“Fuck!?” You call into the open main area and living room.

“Me!!” Nat yells back. You push between a group of guys, breaking through the other side. Nat alone, looking panicked.

“What the hell?!” You reach her, grabbing her hand.

“Wanda’s gone.” She blurts out. Your stomach lurches.

“Run it down.” You swallow.

“We did our lap. We stopped to talk to a few people. This guy was spitting game, she told him to fuck off. He walked off, so I left her with the group, ran to the bathroom.” Nat nods. “I came back and she’s gone, the group said she mentioned something about needing air?” Nat runs a hand through her hair.

“If she needed air, she’s drunk.” You chew your bottom lip.

“She was doing shots between our lap.” Nat admits.

“Pietro is going to kill us.” You groan, yanking Nat after you. You get to the hall, looking around. Deciding it’s your one chance to find Wanda fast. “Tempest!?” You call, looking both way.

“Cynical?!” He chuckles. You couldn’t even help the smirk as you rush towards the living room. Howie sits up instantly. “What’s wrong?” He watches you.

“Wanda’s missing. She told some fuck boy to piss off, Nat can’t find her now.” You explains quickly.

“Is that what the whistle was?” Peter asks.

“It’s like our version of distress call.” Nat nods.

“She doesn’t just wander off?” The dark skinned one asks.

“Never. Her brother taught us to never separate at college parties.” You shake your head.

“Smart girls.” The tall dark haired one nods.

“What’s she look like?” The blonde you found out is named Steve.

“Red hair, it’s vibrant dark red, and black long sleeve, skinny jeans.” Nat rattles it off.

“Steve and Sam cover outside. Nat and Buck take down here. I’ll take the top floor. Howie and Y/N clear the second floor.” Peter nods, everyone splits off. Howie grabs your hand, both of you running up the stairs.

“Wanda?” You yell banging on the first door on your left. Your hand grabs the handle, shoving it open. Two people, not being Wanda are startled. You don’t bother to close the door, moving to the next.

“Open it, or I’ll kick it in!” Howie demands, pounding on another door.

Six doors later and no Wanda. Your hands in your hair as you stand there trying to catch your breathe. Harry is coming up the stairs.

“What the fuck Y/N?” He demands loudly.

“Not now Harry.” You snap.

“What are you doing with him?” He snaps, pointing at Howie.

“Nothing less than you were doing with the girl outside!” You yell loudly. People are stopping to watch.

“She’s a friend.” Harry scoffs.

“I don’t have time for you bullshit.” You wave him off.

“Make time.” Harry moves to step in front of you. But Howie cuts him off.

“No really we don’t have time for your petty, broken ego bullshit right now.” Howie grinds out.

“How! Y/N!” Peter yells from upstairs. You and Howie exchange a look, he grabs your hand the two of you running up the stairs. Harry yelling something behind you.

“What?” You stop next to Peter. Outside the door still closed.

“Does it sound like crying?” He asks. Howie gets closer, shaking his head.

“Can’t tell.” Howie admits, backing away.

“FUCK?!” You yell, waiting.

“Me.” Comes from somewhere on the other side of the door. Both Peter and Howie are looking at you.

“Open that door.” You nod, stepping away from it.

“What’s going on?” A tall dirty blonde guy is coming up the stairs.

“Open your door, bro.” Peter nods.

“It’s his room?” You look at them.

“I didn’t lock it.” He looks confused.

“It’s locked now.” Howie nods. The guy pulls out his keys, unlocking the door.

“Hey!” A tall, built guy yells.

He’s got his hands on a closed door. Howie and Peter move, Peter yanks him back slamming him down to the ground. The guy who’s room it is, puts out a arm, keeping you from going in.

“Let them handle it.” He warns you. Howie is at the door.

“Wanda? Come on girl open up.” He pleads. “It’s Howie. You can open it, you’re safe.” He waits.

The next moment he’s opening the door. Sam, Buck and Steve are running up the stairs, they push into the room. Howie is crouched down, talking to Wanda, she’s sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning heavily against the sink counter.

“Y/N?” Nat is running up the stairs.

“Got her.” You call back.

“Sam.” Howie calls. “Give me your sweatshirt.” Your brow snaps up.

Sam pulls his university sweatshirt off, walking over to the door, he hands it over. Howie helps Wanda into it, he glances back. His eyes flick from you to the guy holding you back. When they drift back, but don’t meet your face, they drop down. Forcing your eyes down, you realize you’re gripping the poor guys arm. You yank your hands away, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s fine.” He chuckles.

“Sorry.” You flush.

“Clint Barton. Brotherhood president.” He puts his hand out to you.

“Y/N.” You shake his hand.

“Wow, Howie should get punched.” He grins.

“Why?” You almost laugh.

“Cause he sucks at describing you. You’re way prettier than he told us.” Clint laughs.

“So you’d stay away from her.” Howie smirks, stepping out of the room.

“Howie.” Your full attention on him.

“Come on, I’ll walk you down. Sam’s going to bring her.” He puts his hand out for yours. You take it, ready to follow him.

“Is she okay?” Nat asks.

“She’s going to have a hell of hangover tomorrow.” Buck smirks at Nat, nodding for her to follow. She does.

“Your girls smart.” Howie smirks at you, as you head down the stairs.

“Guy started getting pushy, so she faked sick. Locked herself in the bathroom.” Buck adds.

“Little things to be thankful for.” You sigh. Running your free hand through your hair. When you get outside, heading for your car, Harry makes an appearance.

“Why do I keep finding him touching you?” He demands.

You hand Nat the keys, she nods continuing to head for your car, Sam and Wanda behind her. Buck and Howie stand with you.

“Sorry, thought someone should. Since you’re touching someone else.” Howie smirks.

“Harry I don’t have any patience left to deal with you.” You run a hand through your hair.

“He’s Screw Crew Y/N! He’s going to do exactly that to you.” Harry yells suddenly.

“You don’t know me.” Howie scoffs.

“He touched my hand. Fuck Harry, why are you like this?” You groan.

“I’m sure you were touching more on Missy Flanders outside.” Buck snickers.

“You don’t know shit.” Harry points a finger at him.

“Do you know?” You look at Buck.

He presses his lips together, but his eyes say it all. You nod, grabbing Howie’s hand you plant it on your chest.

“Look we’re even. Goodbye Harry.” You roll your eyes, walking away.

“Some warning next time, would be nice.” Howie laughs following you.

“Why? You didn’t give me any when you grabbed my ass.” You shrug.

“Damn.” Buck chuckles.

“She’s in, do you need help getting her home?” Sam asks leaning against your car.

“No we got it. Thank you.” You hug him quickly. You do the same to Buck. “Tell the others, thank you, please.” You open the driver door.

“Oh what? I don’t get a hug?” Howie chuckles.

“You got to grope my chest. I’d say that’s even better. But I will say thank you and text you when we get home.” You smile.

“Drive safe.” Howie grins. You roll your eyes, getting into the car. Wanda slumped over in Nat’s lap, in the backseat.

“Who would have thought.” Nat nods slowly, when you glance in the review mirror.

“What?” You ask, pulling away from the curb.

“Screw Crew, would be decent guys.” She replies looking out the window.

“Who would have thought.” You nod slowly.

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Bad For You 20/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Tag List Is Open!!

You knew you’d find her at the library. Midterms were approaching, you should be cramming. You and Howie had plans to prepare together. That was out the window now. Finding the girl with short black hair. Sophia.

“Sophia?” You ask stopping next to her table. She looks up.

“I knew you’d come find me.” She sighs.

“So you know why I’m here?” You ask.

“Just ask your question Y/N.” She nods.

“Did my boyfriend pay you to fuck Harry, while we were together?” You ask.

“Howie Stark, asked me to do a favor for him. He paid me to seduce Harry Osborn, so he could get close to his girlfriend. I didn’t know you were the girlfriend, till you caught us in bed.” She admits.

“Did you know I was on the Screw List?” You swallow.

“Yeah. Howie mentioned it. You were the goal in fucking over Harry Osborn.” She watches you.

“Okay. Thank you.” You croak out. Turning you leave quickly, you needed to get home before you started to fall apart.

You managed to collect yourself enough to exit the pantry. Two bags of cookies and some slight ugly sobbing in the dark. Anger licked your veins now, and you found yourself on Howie’s front steps. When the door opens, Clint steps back.

When you shake your head, refusing to step inside. He yells for Howie, you could only nod a thank you. Not trusting your mouth to open. For if you did you might lash out at all of them and that wasn’t fair, Howie was the one who should have fessed up.

“Y/N?” Howie’s voice shocked. Your eyes come up, as he steps into the doorway.

“Tell me it’s a lie. Tell me, it’s photo shopped or faked.” You swallow.

“What is?” He asks.

“Don’t play stupid Howard.” You snap. “You’re caught. Fess the fuck up. Man the fuck up, or I’m sorry.” You scoff. “You’re no man, just a fuckboy.”

“Let’s just talk this out.” Scared brown eyes watch you.

“Tell me if it’s true, Howie.” You press your lips together. Trying to keep from crying.

“It’s true.” He admits softly. “Just let me explain it.” He pleads. Your head tips back, feeling the tears pooling instantly. “It’s not how you think it is. This is all out of context.” He tries.

“Tell me how this is out of context!?” You snap, yanking the folded papers out of your sweatshirt pocket shoving them at Howie. “How is it out of context I’m on the fucking Screw List!?” You demand. He looks at the photos.

“I know this looks bad. But I swear, baby girl. It wasn’t like that.” He’s pleading.

“Oh my god.” Your hands scrap down your face. Tears slipping down your cheeks. “Stay away from me Howie. Stay far fucking away from me. If it’s not class, don’t come near me.” You were pleading with him.

“Y/N. Please.” He swallows, stepping towards you. You back up quickly.

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking do that. Don’t you fucking beg me. I trusted you. You fucking played me. I don’t even hate you, I hate myself.” Your head shakes, you turn hurrying away. But you hear him running after you.

“Stop. Let me make this right.” He grabs your hip, pulling you to a stop. You spin, slapping him hard.

“Don’t Howie!” You yell. He blinks stunned eyes at you. “Leave me alone! What ripping my heart out wasn’t enough?! You need to make it worse for me!?” You scream at him.

“I never wanted to hurt you. This was never supposed to come out!” He holds up the papers.

“But it did. You knew it would. You let me get blind sided by this.” You step back from him. “Harry did a horrible thing. But honestly, to me. You’re no better than him.” You shake your head.

“Don’t compare me to Harry. He cheated on you.” He reminds you.

“Seriously, you’re not going to admit to the hand you played in that?” You scoff, wiping at the tears on your cheeks.

“What hand?” Howie gaps at you.

“I know! I talked to her. She told me everything. How you paid her to seduce Harry so you could get close to me!” You throw up your hands.

“Who?!” He snaps back.

“Sophia Sanduval!” You yell back.

“Y/N, I don’t even know who that is.” He tries.

“Wow. Just wow. You thought you changed. Turns out you’re just a really good actor. Stay away from me.” You shake your head. Quickly you turn hurrying away from him.

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Howie drops into a chair, hand over his mouth. Trying to remember how to breathe right. He knew they heard, he knew they knew. Nobody spoke for a moment. Nobody sure of what to say.

“All bets are off on Harry Osborn.” Howie swallows.

“Agreed.” Clint nods.

“Who is Sophia Sanduval?” Howie looks around.

“Don’t know the name.” Buck shakes his head. The other guys do the same.

“I lost her.” Howie nods slowly, his hand covers his mouth, dragging it down.

“We’ll figure this out.” Peter nods. “We always do.” He assures him.

“She slapped me.” He sucks in a deep breathe.

“Not the first time.” Sam points out.

“But it hurts in a way different way this time.” He admits.

“Want to get drunk?” Steve offers.

“Sadly big guy I don’t think that will even make this hurt less.” He let’s out a breathe slowly.

“What can we do?” Peter asks.

“I don’t think there is anything. She’s right. I only have myself to blame.” His stomach lurches at the pain on her face as she yelled at him.

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It spread like a virus, some plague. The whole campus talked, buzzed with the whispers of what happened. Y/N L/N got played by Howie Stark, Prince of Screw Crew. The biggest scandal to go down, and it wasn’t even the truth. She spent the first few days out ‘sick’ or so he heard.

It was like going through withdrawal. He spent everyday looking for her face in the crowds. He could swear he heard her laugh, in crowded halls. He heard her name everywhere, while everyone continued to talk about what happened. When he finally saw her it was a Friday. She had her headphones in, head held high, and a death grip on her coffee cup. She looked tired, like she hadn’t been sleeping just like him. The urge to chase her down and talk to her was too strong.

“Don’t do it.” Peter’s hand lands on his shoulder.

“What?” Howie looks over at his brother.

“She’s barely holding on. Don’t break her down anymore.” He nods, patting his shoulder.

“I miss her Pete.” He admits softly.

“I know, baby brother. I know.” Peter squeezes his shoulder. “Just let her make it through class. Give her that much. You owe her that much.” He had a point, it was only fair. It was his fault she was the talk of campus and her heart was broken.

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